Chapter 55

Rhye approached her slowly, not wanting to upset her any further. With a curse, he crouched down, and carefully put his hand on the delicate arch of her spine. His fingers spanned wide, his senses open to the connection, Livia’s pain shot into him like an electrical current.

He felt the splintering agony of the migraine that gripped her, felt the hard thud of her heartbeat ringing in his ears as if it were his own. He tasted acid on his tongue, his teeth aching from the force with which she clenched her jaw to combat the torment that was riding her.

He heard the voices.

Nasty, corrosive, terrible voices that were traveling in the air around them, silent to all but the psychically sensitive witch crumpled before him on the floor.

In his mind—through the connection he held with Livia – Rhye registered the belittling argument of a couple down the hall. Across the way, a man was lusting for his own daughter. In the apartment above Livia’s, a ju**ie was shooting a