“Tabitha, wait,” I muttered, trying to shut her up. Partly to save her and partly because the high-pitched whine in her voice was making my head throb even worse.

Too late. Mr. McCreepy pulled her in front of him and put the knife to her throat. From this angle, her head was so freaking big.

“Oh, my gosh,” she said.

“Get in the van,” he repeated.

“O-okay.”

“Not you,” he said to Tabitha, annoyed, then fixed a warning glower on me. “Now.”

With the world tossing me to and fro, I felt absolutely useless. And I was pretty certain by that point I did not, in fact, have a latent superpower. Surely, he wouldn’t actually hurt her. I couldn’t give up my advantage now. I almost had him convinced I was nigh indestructible.

With a smirk, I decided to call his bluff. “Go ahead, kill her.”

Before I even had time to blink, the knife sliced across her throat. I looked on in disbelief as blood cascaded out of her neck and down her chest to saturate the pretty white blouse she wore. She grabbed her throat with both hands, her eyes wide with shock as the most disturbing gurgling sound bubbled out of her. Dell let go. She slid down his body to land before me, the blood coursing through her fingers unheeded.

I closed my eyes, blocking out the scene, the gush of dark red. When I reopened them, we were … back.

“Now,” Dell said as he held Tabitha against him, the knife at her throat, anger apparent in his volatile expression.

I jumped in surprise, looked around, then swayed a little with the movement. We were back. How on earth? Maybe I really was a prophet. I’d just seen the future, and it did not look good for Tabi. Which was too bad, really.

No, I thought, my hopes dwindling. I couldn’t let him kill her. I would probably feel guilty about it later. I looked up at him and suggested an alternative: “You’re right. We could get in the van, or we could just wait a minute.”

He tightened his hold. “Wait? For what?”

“For him.”

I pointed past him as Jared stepped up, and again before I could even blink, he’d grasped the man’s head between his two large hands and twisted, breaking the man’s neck. I gasped as a sharp crack echoed against the building. Dell’s head sat contorted in an unnatural angle, his stare empty as he crumpled to the ground, and it was exactly what I’d seen in the forest. Every movement. Every sound. Jared hadn’t killed him then. I’d merely seen the man’s future, probably when he tried to grab me and I shoved his hand away. I saw the agony of his last seconds on earth.

Tabitha stumbled to the side as everyone ran out of the store toward us. She caught herself—which, in those heels, was impressive—and flew into Jared’s arms. “You saved me!”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. I was possessed, my head was pounding, and now I had to watch my archnemesis slobber all over my man? Brooke and Glitch got to me first, Glitch literally sliding across the dirt lot to my side. “Are you okay?”

Before I could answer, I heard a woman’s scream.

“Tabitha!”

Tabitha’s mom came running out of the store, her face frozen in shock. But not for the reason I’d thought. She and Tabitha’s dad pulled her off Jared. “Your Grace,” she said, bowing her head repeatedly in reverence, “we’re so sorry. She doesn’t know.”

Jared disentangled himself from her and, ignoring them, kneeled beside me.

“Mom, that man had a knife to my throat.”

“Tabitha, you can’t just grab people like that,” her mother scolded as the sheriff checked Dell for a pulse.

“Mom! Are you even listening? Wait, did you call him Your Grace?” She glanced back at Jared, and I could almost see cartoon hearts bursting out of her eyes. “He’s royalty?”

“Lorelei,” Jared said, and without waiting for a response, he scooped me into his arms and lifted me off the ground. I caught a glimpse of Grandma and Grandpa as they hovered around us, Grandma’s hands plastered over her mouth and Grandpa’s brows kneading in worry. But I felt safe, so utterly and completely safe, that I let the tilting and the swirling stop, nestled farther into Jared’s hold, and tumbled into oblivion.

* * *

“No.”

“But, Jared—”

“No,” he said again, refusing even to consider what I’d asked.

With a sigh, I turned to my grandparents, who were standing on the other side of the hospital bed. “Grandpa, make him listen.”

He worked his jaw in discomfort. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Prince Azrael is right.” He and Grandma had yet to take to Jared. They tensed every time he got near me, cringed every time he touched me. And when he wasn’t looking, I caught a glint of fear in their eyes. It saddened me. But, ever the hopeful soldier, I ignored their misgivings and hoped Jared would grow on them.

In Jared’s defense, he kept a reverent distance from me in their presence. “We don’t really call ourselves princes,” he said.

“Oh,” Grandma said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I just thought Archangels were considered the princes of Heaven.”

“True, but we’re not actually called the princes of Heaven.”

“Are you called jerks?”

Brooklyn backhanded Cameron on the shoulder as Jared said simply, “No.”

“Maybe not to your face,” Glitch said. “So, what does it feel like?”