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Logan nodded. “We have to lay low for a while, until Winter can get her visions under control. Will you help us?”

“Sure. But when you say get the visions under control, what exactly do you mean?”

Logan put his hand on Winter’s and squeezed it. “Winter found out only yesterday that she’s a psychic. She thought the visions she was having were nightmares, her psychiatrist thought she had PTSD.”

“Some psychiatrist!” Wes commented.

“Well, he didn’t know any better. Anyway, Winter’s been fighting the visions, because they were too horrible to face. But now we need to help her control her psychic powers.”

Wesley poured another cup and set it in front of Logan. Logan nodded thanks and took a sip.

“Hmm,” Wes said, “this reminds me of how I started.” He looked at Winter. “I was in a similar situation as you. I didn’t know I was a witch. I really had no powers to speak of. But I studied, I practiced, and then practiced some more. It’s a hard road. But once you have your powers under control, it’s very rewarding. Not to mention useful.”

“I wish I could just extinguish these powers, then the demons wouldn’t be after me,” Winter said with a sad smile.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Wes replied. “A psychic’s powers are hereditary, passed down from generation to generation.”

“You mean I could have inherited this from my parents?”

“Most likely, though it can skip a generation, sometimes even two, and not every sibling inherits the powers. Do your parents exhibit any signs of being psychics?”

“They died when I was nine. In a car crash.”

“I’m sorry,” Wesley said. “Any siblings?”

She shook her head. “I’m an only child.”

“Any other relatives? Grandparents?”

“All dead.”

Wes exchanged a look with Logan. “At least you won’t have to worry about protecting another psychic apart from Winter.” He turned to the coffee machine and switched it off. “I think I need to hit the books to read up on psychics and see how they channel their visions. That’s what you want, right? To be able to direct your visions so they can be of use.”

“If Winter’s visions can be channeled so she’ll be able to reveal secrets about the demons, we might be able to defeat them.” And Logan might be able to convince the council to let Winter live. But he couldn’t say that, not in front of Winter.

“I figured as much. I might have to confer with another witch in case I don’t have all the information in my library.”

“Just do it on the downlow. The fewer people who know about Winter and where she is, the safer it is for all of us,” Logan cautioned him. “We have to assume that the demons have their spies out listening for any chatter about a psychic.”

“Don’t worry, nobody will find out.”

“In the meantime, Winter and I need a place to stay. Just for a few days.”

Wes made a motion with his arm. “You can stay here. I’m sure Virginia won’t mind.”

Logan had expected Wes to offer his own house, but as soon as Virginia was back and found him and Winter in her house, the gig would be up. “Ahem, do you mind if we have a little chat, Wes? Just you and I.”

When Winter gave him a wary look, he squeezed her hand. “Nothing to worry about.”

“It’s something bad, isn’t it?”

Logan forced a smile. “Nothing bad.” He hesitated, then let the lie roll over his lips like water over a waterfall. “Just some history Virginia and I have.”

“You and her?” she murmured and cast a quick look at Wes. “Oh.”

“Wes? Your office?”

Logan marched out of the kitchen, Wesley on his heels. Moments later they were in Wesley’s home office, the door shut.