Sloane knew she would never have allowed herself to keep listening to the stranger if he hadn’t uttered the “w” word right at the beginning of their exchange.
Witch.
The same thing the guy at the Riverside Casino had called her. How he’d known she had a special talent, she couldn’t begin to guess. His mind had been nearly opaque when they’d been playing at the same poker table together, and it was even worse when he confronted her like that in the parking lot. She hadn’t been able to get a single glimpse at what he’d been thinking, what he intended to do to her.
Completely unlike Jeremy Wilcox.
She realized as she drove into the parking lot of the Tropicana that Jeremy had never actually given her his name. No, she’d pulled it from his mind, along with the truth of everything he’d been
