Chapter Sixteen
Glancing out of the window, Elizabeth frowned at the bright neon pink motel sign. “Why are we pulling in here?”
A corner of his lips hooked into an arrogant smirk. “Don’t let your thoughts go wild.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“You know how you said you can’t control what you see and when you see it?”
She nodded. After their kiss, Ian had held her and told her to trust him. He told her they’d figure things out together, and she’d known she couldn’t walk away from him. Not after that.
It was incredibly selfish of her. If she cared about Ian at all, she should have left. But being in his arms felt so right. “How is being here going to help me control my visions?”
“The way I learned to control mine: practice.”
“Practice?”
“Everything works better with practice.” He steered
