Vision of Seduction by Cassie Ryan Read Free Book Online

expecting resistance, but they moved easily.
    What the hell?
    Katelyn gradually became aware of her sore body. Not the good ache after
    a steamy romp on the grass, but sore as if she'd been run over by an entire
    brigade of fire trucks.
    Wisps of the "vision" floated inside her mind. The edges were fuzzy in the
    manner of a dream, but she knew without a doubt, that somehow, those
    events had actually occurred.
    She resisted the urge to open her eyes because even the thought of opening
    them sent pounding pain along every nerve ending she owned—not to
    mention a few she was sure had been created purely to torture her.
    Katelyn took a deep breath and then winced when the pounding increased.
    Damn! I haven't woken feeling this bad since that unfortunate night with an
    entire bottle of vanilla rum.

    The thought of rum and all the long ago diet soda she'd drank with it
    kicked her bladder into high gear, and she mentally sighed.
    Put on your big-girl panties and deal with it. You need to figure out what's going
    on with the weird vision.
    One of the unfortunate parts of being a Seer was having to interpret the
    visions she received. Sometimes they were very straightforward, but when
    there were subtle messages or misinterpreted symbols or events, life could
    really suck for a while. Katelyn knew she would have to make sense of the
    vision sooner or later, but first, she really had to pee.
    With a silent plea to the universe to be merciful, she forced open her heavy
    eyelids. Light seared straight through her retinas and back inside her brain
    like a blowtorch. Katelyn groaned and pulled her forearm over her face
    until the pain receded to a tolerable level.
    Memories of her shop in shambles flitted through her brain, waking her
    body better than any "hair of the dog" would have. Rita would freak when
    she saw the shop like that, no matter how good her evening had been with
    her spooky new boyfriend.
    Good thing her friend was used to opening the store. Days in which
    Katelyn had visions were often days she didn't make it into the shop at all
    because of the draining effects. Today she wasn't sure she could even
    move.
    A quick flash of guilt for leaving Rita alone to clean up the mess and to
    worry about her whereabouts caused Katelyn to frown, but when pain
    from even that small movement ping-ponged inside her head, she winced.
    She rolled onto her stomach and allowed the world to stop spinning before
    she gingerly lifted her head and cracked her eyelids open again.
    When only minimal pain branded her brain, she rubbed her eyes to clear
    the haze from her sight.

    Shit—definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
    The white walls with pink crystal veins running through them and the
    deep-colored, real-wood furniture made her think of a high-class hotel,
    only more homey somehow. Katelyn blinked, sure that this was an alcoholinduced illusion, and then bit back a yelp as she realized someone had
    installed sandpaper on the backs of her eyelids while she'd slept.
    She curled into a protective ball, her forearm covering her face, her eyes
    firmly closed as she resolved never to open them again. "Someone just
    please shoot me. It would be more merciful."
    "Seer?"
    The soft, musical voice startled Katelyn, and her brain kicked into high
    gear. She gritted her teeth and forced her eyelids open again.
    "Are you all right, Seer? Is there something I can get you?" A pixie of a
    woman stood at the foot of the bed, her large eyes the same liquid
    amethyst color as Grayson's.
    As Katelyn tried to nod, a wave of nausea rocked her, and her stomach
    roiled and bucked.
    The pixie woman rushed forward and grabbed a basin off the nightstand.
    She handed it to Katelyn just in time for her to embarrass herself and barf
    all over what appeared to be a very classy ceramic basin.
    When Katelyn finished, a cool, wet cloth was pressed against her brow, and
    she accepted it gratefully, bracketing her hand over it to hold it in place.
    Another cloth wiped