The psychic screech tore through my skull like someone had hooked a live wire behind my eyes and yanked. My vision went white at the edges. My knees hit the metal floor before I realized I was falling.
Beau caught me again.
He hauled me upright with one arm locked around my waist, steadying me while his own aura burned hot enough to scorch. His breath was rough and uneven near my ear. He smelled like pure fury.
“Lainey.” His voice sounded scraped raw. “Talk to me.”
I pressed both hands to my temples, trying to blink away the white haze and get my lungs working again. The psychic pressure kept pulsing, like a heartbeat that was not mine and did not like me at all.
“It is Jack,” I choked out. “That scream was him losing consciousness.”
Beau’s whole body went rigid.
He did not reply wi
