Icy tendrils wrapped slowly around Honor’s spine. She felt it, too. “Someone’s watching.”

“I thought we’d get away from it by coming out here.” He scanned the beaches and the dunes, seeking the watcher. “Let’s get out of here.”

Even as she went with him, she questioned his motives. For all that he seemed concerned for her safety, he spent an awful lot of time scaring her even more. What if he was trying to scare her out of her wits? To drive her away? Or drive her over the edge?

The man is an abomination. A witch’s spawn. The words whispered through her mind again, cold and deadly. Once again she tried to ignore them. They were not real. They came from some buried corridor of the subconscious, and they were meaningless.

Or were they?