“Were they wolves?” Trey cranks his neck around to look at her.
Her brow wrinkles. “No, they were men—oh.” She pauses. “Well, how would I know? Is there a telltale sign or something?”
“Their eyes. Did they change color, or glow?”
Frowning, she shakes her head. “I don’t remember.”
“Can you have the vision again?”
“It’s not like a movie I rent. They just come to me.”
“You don’t control them at all?”
I frown at Trey to shut him up.
“No,” she snaps. “That’s not the way they work.”
“Well, that sucks,” Trey mumbles.
I growl, and he adjusts his expression to something friendlier.
“Look, I’m trying.” Amber sets down her food and turns to the sink. She spends about a minute washing her hands, then grabs a paper towel and starts wiping down the counters.
“Hey.” I push out of my chair, an
