Normally shamans never let anyone without the Gene see their training; still, a demi couldn’t be kept from his twin. Jack closed the study door softly, knowing Allison was well aware of his presence.
demiThe three women were on a priceless, faded Persian rug before the gas insert—one of the newer remodels in the manor, Amelia was still considering changing over some of the other fireplaces. Sitting cross-legged, shining hair unbound and wearing almost identical expressions of concentration, the trio was a textbook illustration of the Kith’s most sensitive and treasured talent.
A bar of golden winter sunlight, given strength and force by reflecting off snow, touched Zoe’s denim-clad knee and brought out blue highlights in her curls. Her blue eyes burned softly, and she was utterly focused
