Dylan gripped the balcony rail just outside his mother’s room and glared in the direction of the beach. Rain beaded on his forehead then trickled down his face, blurring his vision. He couldn’t see much in the dark anyway, but he could feel, and his gut had warned him that something was off. No matter how long he stood there, focusing on his intuitive abilities, he couldn’t figure out what he was sensing.
He gritted his teeth as lightning flashed over the Pacific Ocean. Something was off all right. His behavior. He was to blame for the nasty weather brewing outside. The darkness inside him begged to take control. It had almost consumed him the night before when he met Layne and Heaven in Tennessee.
He drew in a deep breath and exhaled sharply. It would be much easier to go back to Bright
