Vengeance Borne by Amanda Bonilla Page B

puckered lips. “A powerful one too, I’d wager.”
    Jacquelyn pulled away and began to pace. “This isn’t right, Trish. This isn’t supposed to happen.”
    How could Trish treat the situation so lightly? She didn’t even seem surprised, though it was unheard of for an unrealized Bearer to use such a strong aspect of his gift. He had no clue what his touch had done to her. What was he doing here? Did the Sentry know about him? And, oh, god, Finn was going to blow a gasket over this. He was as territorial as any alpha wolf. Trish had to know that. Didn’t anyone have a sense of urgency anymore?
    “Does this worry you?”
    Jacquelyn thought she’d drop dead right there on the old woman’s porch. Does this worry me? “You’re goddamned right it worries me,” she answered between bouts of pacing. “What the hell does it mean ?”
    Trish smiled. The expression bore years of wisdom and then some. And not a small amount of amusement, too. “I think you have a tendency to blow things out of proportion, dear. Did it ever occur to you that Fate knows better than you?”
    “No,” she answered with conviction. No one knew better than her.
    “Come in the house.” Trish wrapped an arm around Jacquelyn’s shoulder. “I’ll make some tea.”
    “What about Finn?” she asked, pulling open the screen door.
    “What about him?” Trish replied, but Jacquelyn knew she wasn’t looking for a response.

Chapter 6
    THE GOLDEN HILLS RV Park was the only one in town still open this late in the fall. Micah picked the first slot past the entrance and set the motor home up for an extended stay, happily paying the weekly space rent of one hundred and sixty dollars up front. One week. Not a long term commitment. He could blow out of town in seven days if he wanted. Sooner, if he didn’t mind losing a few non-refundable dollars. It was plenty of time to scope the place out, learn a little more about this Jax, and maybe gain a little insight as to why he’d felt such a strong connection with her when his fingertips made contact with her skin. If it all got to be more than he could handle, he’d leave.
    Once he was settled, he searched every corner of the motorhome until he found the discarded sketch. Shaking hands smoothed out the rumpled paper. The picture he’d drawn from a dream. Though he’d captured her well, he hadn’t done justice to her striking features up close and in person.
    Fathomless and intelligent, her large, pale green eyes mesmerized. And the gray shading of his pencil could never imitate the soft caramel color of her skin. Micah touched the drawn image of the cut on her cheek and wondered at the spark of energy he felt when he ran his finger along the bandage holding her skin together.
    He’d prayed she wasn’t real. Hoped his dream had been merely that. His visions intermingled with reality before, though he’d never felt a connection as strong as the one he felt when he touched her. As though the spark of energy fused them together somehow. How could that be? His life was crazy enough, Micah didn’t know if he could handle another layer of insanity. Reason told him to get his money back, get on the highway and put this town behind him before it was too late. But some hidden instinct, something deep inside of him, warred with that reason, prompting him to stay right where he was. And he had a feeling that the woman at the gas station was the answer to every question about himself he’d ever had. How could he possibly turn his back on that? It didn’t matter that she didn’t know him. Because he planned on making sure she got to know him—soon.
    As Micah weighed his options over and again, daylight dwindled and faded to dusk. He hadn’t eaten since noon, but he wasn’t hungry. Every thought drifted to her, and he had plenty to spare. Jax . What a strange name. He stretched out on the bed, arms folded behind his head and stared up at the ceiling as the sky became increasingly dark. Despite his