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attempt to explore those caves. The weather on the northern shore is most temperamental.”
    “Chances are, the Sea Hag’s not even venturing into that cave anymore,” Michael said. “Mom and Dad died four years ago, so this guy’s been dead awhile. From what I’ve heard, Sea Hag’s tend to move around.”
    “We’ll find out soon enough,” huffed Charlie. “If this guy, or the Sea Hag, did have anything to do with our parent’s deaths, we won’t rest until we find out everything. But we’ll need time to prepare. We don’t want to end up like the dead guy.”
    “Or our parents,” reminded Melinda in a strained voice.
    Michael did not argue as he agreed fully with his siblings on this matter.
    He cringed though, the uncontrolled emotions flowing freely out of his sister and brother piling on top of his own. He could do without this gift his Howard blood had given him. Melinda was fighting off a major panic attack and Charlie was anxious, Michael imagined in part, due to Melinda being in such a panic.
    He tried to shut it out but his empathic ability was still somewhat new to him and he had a difficult time doing so. He worried about Melinda too, but he didn’t need Charlie’s worry loaded on top of his own.
    “Sorry, Michael,” Charlie apologized, seeing his brother’s face. “We’re not exactly holding anything back right now. We need to be more mindful until you can handle your empathy better.”
    Michael waved it off, nothing but irritation rampant in his glower. Charlie was trying to be nice, but somehow, every time he tried, all Michael heard was, you’re not fucking doing it right...
    “How about we leave at first light tomorrow?” Charlie suggested.
    “Yeah, that’s fine,” agreed Michael. “That’ll give me time to prepare the diving gear.” He hurried out of the room to start packing for their trip to Bloodsucker Bay.
    “Poor Michael,” whispered Melinda. “I really don’t know how he can stand it. Having to deal with his own feelings and everyone else’s, too.”
    It filled her with guilt instantly. Michael didn’t stay hidden in the house all the time. He dealt with his magical gifts. He didn’t necessarily want them, but he accepted them and was learning how to manage a daily life that came with magical gifts attached.
    She, on the other hand, preferred to lock herself away in her room, hoping her prophetic dreams would just go away if she didn’t interact with anyone.
    Melinda glanced up in time to catch William just looking away from her. If only all her dreams could be as pleasant as the William dream, rather than predicting tragic and sometimes gruesome deaths... she shuddered and heard Charlie say her name.
    “Sorry, what?”
    “Since you’re getting so good at it, would you mind helping me whip up some potions?”
    “Be delighted,” she answered, taking off towards the kitchen. She needed something to keep busy with before her thoughts became overwhelming and she locked herself in the bedroom again.
    “And William…” continued Charlie.
    “I’ll be in my study, doing research. Perhaps there is something in your parent’s journals regarding that cave.”
    Charlie nodded his approval and William dashed away, ardently retreating to his study.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    It was the middle of the night.
    Melinda grabbed and fisted her bed sheets. She kicked the one across her body, needing it off her overheated skin, which glistened, covered in a feverish dew.
    Her breaths came out heavy.
    Her chest rose, her back arching. Fists tightened beside her.
    The dream was vivid. Intense.
    She was standing in the kitchen, it was night. Or perhaps just dark inside the house.
    She couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of her, but she felt William’s presence. Right behind her. His vampiric chill not quite touching her.
    An invisible energy field pulsed between them, drawing them to each other.
    Icy fingers drifted through her hair, sliding across her neck.
    Breath caught in