It was a peaceful night when Barrett and his daughter were driving home ... then something happened. Something sinister.
Something took Barrett’s daughter from him.
Now the only person Barrett can turn to for help is Anson, a man gifted with psychic abilities beyond reason. But Anson is also his ex-boyfriend, a man whose heart he’d already broken.
As Anson delves deeper into the circumstances surrounding Barrett’s accident, he begins to realize he’s in a race against time. Whatever has taken Barrett’s daughter is a force of evil beyond anything either man has ever encountered.
Can both men put aside their heartaches and past to save Barrett’s daughter from an entity that has the power to destroy them all?
I was about to say something when Barrett reached his hand across to mine, took it and squeezed hard. "I need you to do your thing Anson. I need you to help me find Hilary."
Shocked by his physical attention, I tried to pull my hand away.
"I know you can find her. You need to help me." His voice broke off at the end. He held onto my hand tightly until I sat back down. A couple minutes later, our food arrived.
We ate in relative silence. Whatever he was going to tell me about his daughter was off the table until we got to his house. In the few months we had dated, fucked or been "friends" as he often put it, I spent an inordinate about of time trying to figure him out. Now, as I sat looking at him, I realized his idiosyncrasies were habitual and to be around him, I had to accept them. He would never answer anything directly, he would never admit his emotional needs to another man, because he wasn't even completely sure he was gay, bi or straight. The man lived in a constant state of sexual ambiguity.
My mind was temptingly beginning to spin in the direction of the abyss that I had just managed to pull myself out of. In order to stop myself, I recalled all the hours I had spent being disappointed by Barrett. There was no need to fall, because there was nowhere to fall with him. He needed my help. I would give him that and then walk away.
I wouldn't fall.
I think I said the last word aloud because Barrett was staring at me when I looked up from my plate. I wanted to smile but there was a black shadow just beyond his head.
"What?" he asked.
I heard irritation in his voice.
"There's something," I paused, the shadow seemed to grow deeper and then as I was about to say more, it was gone. "Nothing," I said, trying not to sound worried. "Where is your car?"
"My car?" He arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Your car Barrett, the thing you drove here in, where is it?" Even though the shadow was gone, I felt like I couldn't pull my eyes from where it lingered behind his head.
"I was in an accident," his answer seemed to come from my mouth instead of his. I realized I started to say it before he finished speaking.
"Barrett, you need to tell me everything."