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      “Don’t,” she murmured. “Don’t presume to know what I think. Or what I feel, Ty McIntyre.”

      She’d read his thoughts; she knew his fear. He nodded. “You’re right. I don’t have a gift, not like you.” But he was cursed all the same.

      Placing her slim hands on his shoulders, she pushed him down so he sat on the edge of the rusted tub. Then she ran her fingers through his hair and over his scalp. He didn’t notice the pain, only the heat of her touch. Like her kiss, it branded him.

      Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she murmured, “You have a few deep cuts. You could probably use some stitches. Let me clean them, at least.”

      “Irina…”

      “You’ve asked me to trust you. You need to trust me.”

      More than once he’d requested her trust, and she’d given it. Trust didn’t come as easily for Ty.

      “You think it comes easy for me?” she asked. “I don’t even trust myself.”

       ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Award-winning author Lisa Childs wrote her first book when she was six, a biography…of the family dog. Now she writes romantic suspense, paranormal romance and women’s fiction. The youngest of seven siblings, she holds family very dear in real life and in her fiction, often infusing her books with compelling family dynamics. She lives in west Michigan with her husband, two daughters and a twenty-pound Siamese cat. For the latest on Lisa’s spine-tingling suspense and heartwarming women’s fiction, check out her website at www.lisachilds.com. She loves hearing from readers, who can also reach her at PO Box 139, Marne, MI 49435, USA.

      Dear Reader,

      Damned is the conclusion of my WITCH HUNT trilogy for NOCTURNE. I’ve loved writing about all the “gifted” Cooper sisters, but I couldn’t wait to tell Irina’s story, partly because, as the youngest of my family, I can identify with her, but mostly because Damned is also Ty McIntyre’s story. The witch hunt has put Ty through a lot of physical and emotional trauma. He’s lost his job and a chance with the woman he thought he could love. He deserves to find the true love of his life, and he deserves to make sure justice is finally served. I hope you enjoy reading Ty and Irina’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

      Happy reading!

       Lisa

      Damned

      LISA CHILDS

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Acknowledgement

      To the Grand Rapids Police Department,

      thank you for allowing me to participate in the

      Citizens Police Academy, and thank you most

      of all for your selfless service to our city.

      Dedication

      To my family, for your constant love

      and support!

      Prologue

      This was home: the street. Where she slept. Where she ate—if she remembered to eat. Where she drank—if she could scrounge up enough money for a bottle. And the drugs—they were easier to score.

      But even here she couldn’t hide from the voices, couldn’t drown them out. They kept whispering… in her head, the voices echoing in her mind. And it didn’t matter…what she did.

      She couldn’t shut them out.

      Cardboard shifted and crumpled beneath her as she curled into a ball against the wall of a brick building. The stench of moldy food and dirty diapers drifted from the Dumpster behind which she lay, but she hardly noticed. She hardly noticed anything…outside her head.

      She pressed her hands against her ears, trying to block out the noise. Not the rumble of traffic from the street, nor the murmured conversation drifting from the other end of the alley where shadows crouched around a barrel with flames lapping up the rusted rim.

      The noise she tried to block was already inside her head, and her efforts were futile. As the voices rose, her vision dimmed, the stars, the street lamps and the fire at the end of the alley reduced to sparks in a sea of black. Blinded, her hearing sharpened.

      “Where could Irina be?”

      The sparks glittered and danced against the black backdrop as she struggled to recognize the voice.

      “We have to find her before he does!”

      Although she didn’t think she’d ever heard either of the two soft feminine voices before, in person, they were oddly familiar. Despite the anxiety in these adult voices, each of them resonated with the echo of a child’s laughter.

      Her sisters…

      She’d had sisters, hadn’t she? Her parents had told her no, that she’d been an only child. That she was only theirs. But there was another life to which she belonged…and it was calling her back.

      “Irina…”

      “Irina!”

      She’d once been called Irina, twenty years ago, before she’d been taken away from her mother and her sisters. Before she’d been adopted by a couple who had wanted her to forget who she’d once been. They’d tried to convince her that she’d been born to them, that she’d been born Heather Bowers. But they hadn’t adopted her until she was nearly five. She remembered. And even if she hadn’t, she’d heard their thoughts; she knew the truth.

      She wasn’t theirs, and because of her uncanny ability to read their minds, they didn’t want her to be. They couldn’t love her. But they’d tried.

      The way her sisters were trying to find her now. Why after all these years?

      The sparks brightened like embers on a stoked fire as the voices quavered with fear.

      “If he finds her first, he’ll kill her like he killed the others.”

      “Like he killed our mother.”

      She squeezed her eyes shut so that even the sparks of light disappeared. But she couldn’t shut out the voices. Others called to her, jumbled inside her head, echoes of thoughts and fears she’d already heard.

      “I’m not a witch.”

      “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me!”

      But the killer ignored their pleas, and the women’s voices rose in screams of terror and pain. Irina winced at the volume, which threatened to shatter her skull, and she cringed at the agony expressed in each shrill cry. No matter how long ago she’d first heard them, she couldn’t get them out of her head, couldn’t forget their suffering. Not only had she heard their cries but she’d felt their pain, too. The fire scorching her flesh, burning her alive. The noose chafing her skin, tightening around her throat until it cut off her last breath.

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