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She slowly peeled off her gloves and placed them on the tray Steele was carrying. With a deep breath, she situated her hands on the cool metal and instantly her brain seized the images. A tall man carrying a large weapon sliced through men on some sort of battlefield like butter. Lots of pain, lots of blood. She felt sick to her stomach. Images clouded her mind and she tried to let go of the box, but it wouldn’t let her. The images were old, very old. She saw the man slay a beautiful woman, and she crumpled at the warrior’s feet. Kegan began screaming and frantically tried to tear away from the box. It seemed to hold her hands captive. Oddly, it seemed for a brief second that an image of warrior with multi-colored eyes looked right at her. The images were torn away from her as she felt herself being lifted from the box.

Logan cradled her in his arms and sat her on a couch at the far end of the loft. Kegan was visibly shaking. The shocking images making her brain mush.

“Kegan can you hear me?” She heard Logan’s anxious voice, but couldn’t respond. He must really be worried, Kegan thought. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, it made her mouth seem too full. She couldn’t speak around it.

“Kegan!” Logan was shouting at her now. She turned dazed eyes his way. “That’s it girl, come back to us,” he crooned to her.

But Kegan wasn’t looking at Logan. She was looking at the box behind him, illuminated by the lights. The lid was sliding off as if on some sort of hydraulic system. It was so quiet she was sure no one heard it or saw it since all eyes were on her. She couldn’t warn them. A tall figure, the warrior from her visions, sat up in the box and looked around. She froze as he made eye contact with her. She began to hyperventilate.

“We should call a doctor.” a voice said to Logan.

“Shut up, she’s going to be fine. “ Logan answered. “Kegan, come on, baby.” He snapped his finger in front of her eyes. But she didn’t see him or hear him—she just saw the warrior. He’d stepped out the box so quietly. His large, muscled chest was huge; he had to be at least six and a half feet tall. Two long, black braids came down at his temples and settled past his shoulders. The rest of his hair flowed down his back like black ink. Lavender eyes with gold trim stared at her.

“L–look!” she managed a warning to the others. They all turned to see what had her in such terror. Logan stood immediately, pulling a gun from the band of his tight-fitting jeans. His men aimed weapons at the man.

The warrior smiled and waved his hand. “Byminh” he said softly, and all the men slumped to the floor. The warrior frowned when he made eye contact with Kegan.

No need for worry, Kegan, was her last thought then thankfully she blacked out at well.