The door dinged and two men and a woman entered the room. "We are looking for a friend and a regular customer of yours," the woman said.

"I have many customers," the Witch said.

"Her name is Femi. Short, brown skin and blue eyes," the female of the trio said.

"Femi only comes here when there's a concert. I haven't seen her since last year when Bon Jovi was in town."

"Do you have her info or last known address?"

"No, I'm sorry," the Witch said. "I don't give out customer information."

"She's hiding something," a male voice said.

My stomach dropped. It was the same British accent. I turned as the man drew closer to the trio by the counter. Same long dark hair. His face was still blurry, but I couldn't miss the blue eyes if I tried. Who was this man that looked so much like Torin? His brother? Maybe he never died.

The others stepped aside to let him pass. "You know where she is, luv, don't you?" He lifted his hand and did something I couldn't see. "Tell me, witch."

"Ylvis is coming to town next week for a performance," the woman said in a flat voice. "She will be here."

"What is Ylvis?" the Brit asked.

"Two Norwegian brothers talk show hosts and comedy duo, my Lord," one of the men said. "Their song went viral last year."

My Lord? Maybe it was not Torin's brother leading this band of killers. Maybe Torin had a long lost relative who looked just like him.

"Thank you, Keegan." The head honcho lowered is hand and the Witch crumbled behind the counter. I let go of the ring.

My eyes opened and met familiar sapphire eyes. Torin was seated opposite me on the floor, legs stretched out on either side of me, elbows resting on his knees.

I couldn't think of anything else to say except, "Hey."

"Hey. You okay? You had that Bambi look going."

I smiled. "Yes. It's called being in a trance without blacking out, something I worked on tonight. Are my eyes still golden?"

"Yes. They're kind of... disturbing."

"They're beautiful," I retorted, reached for the mirror on my bedside bureau and studied my reflection. Color me vain, but I loved them golden. I looked exotic and powerful.

"I love your hazel eyes. They're beautiful. I love how they change color under different lighting or with the color of your dresses."

I lowered the mirror and glared at him. "You don't like my witchy eyes?"

"No." He got up and offered me his hand.

"Tough. I love them." I grabbed his hand and let him pull me up. I took tissue from the box and picked up Femi's ring. "I need to talk to Femi about my vision." I started to leave my room, then remembered I needed my laptop. I turned and bumped into Torin. He always took too much space.

"Slow down." He gripped my arms. "What is this about?"

I wiggled out of his hands and went for my computer. "This evening, I touched Femi's magical jewelry and saw visions of concert after concert she's attended. The visions were blurry, the concerts loud, and the fans crazy." I left the room and he followed. "Then just now, I found a ring she left behind." Sounds came from downstairs, so I knew Femi was still up. "Picked it up and got a new vision. Do you know the two brothers who sang What Does the Fox Say?"

He groaned. "I hate that song."

"Seriously? It's fun and catchy." Femi was watching TV in the living room and looked up when we stepped off the stairs. I gave her the ring. "It must have dropped from your box." I explained what I'd seen. "He did something to her."

"That's Rosalinda. She owns a shop in Philly." Femi shook her head. "But Ylvis' tour of America doesn't start until next week. They don't come to Philly for two more weeks."

"So I just saw something that hasn't happened?"

She nodded, her excitement matching mine. She reached for her phone and tapped in numbers. I sat, opened my laptop and booted it up.

"What are you looking for," Torin asked from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder. "Confirming that the duo is coming to Philly in two weeks and not next week. Concert dates change." He sat beside me, but there was an edginess about him tonight. He was restless. "Have you found anything about your seal?"

"No." He slouched lower, propped his arm along the top of the chair, closed his eyes, and played with my hair. "Someone gave them to the auction house with a bunch of family heirlooms we thought were lost years ago. Even the present Earl of Worthington didn't know about them. They weren't listed as family heirlooms, so they must have been stolen centuries ago."

Echo once said that Torin's family had lost their fortune in a humiliating way. The online articles didn't mention it. "Have they always been wealthy?"

Torin grimaced. "No. They've been hit by hard times like everyone else, but I always help."

Typical Torin. Noble and protective. "How? I mean, you can't write them a check or drop off a gold bars?"

He chuckled softly and tugged a lock of my hair. "Cute. Sometimes a mysterious, long lost uncle dies and leaves his fortune to the family."

"And you are the mysterious uncle," I said.

"You'd be amazed what you can do with the names of dead people without family ties. They get a Descendant of William de Clare, Earl of Worthington added on their grave to the amazement of their friends while a few members of my family get a fortune. Other times, they just get money from an anonymous benefactor."

"And they just accept it no questions asked? I'd want to know."

He shrugged. "A few have tried and gotten nowhere. Andris is very good with computers and creating dummy companies behind dummy companies. We haven't found the person who stole these items, but Andris is tracking down the buyers and getting them back. The things they sold meant a lot to my, uh, parents."

"Do any of your relatives look like you?"

He cocked an eyebrow, "I told you, no one looks like me."

That was arrogance speaking. "So no black haired and blue eyed cousins or uncles?"

He sat up. "What is this about? Are you trying to replace me?"

As if that would ever happen. "Maybe. I'm partial to black hair and blue sapphire eyes, and if something happened to you..."

He laughed. "I'm not going anywhere and if someone somehow chops off my head, I'll be the headless Valkyrie hanging around you and haunting the both of you. I'm going to bed, luv." He planted a quick kiss on my lips and got up. I watched him until he disappeared through the portal. He was in a strange mood.

Femi finished with her call, came back to the living room with a broad grin on her face. I had the schedule of Ylvis' tour. "How's she?"

"She's fine, but I've warned her about the visitors. She has a sister in New Orleans and will stay with her for a few weeks."

One life saved. "That's great."

"Yes, you did good, doll. Your vision saved someone tonight. You just altered a future."

Yeah for me, but it sounded too Nornish. "How am I ever going to know whether what I'm seeing is the future, the past, or the present?"

"I wish I could answer that. I think it's one of those things that come with experience or you are taught by someone better at this sort of thing."

By the Norns no doubt. "So Ylvis is really coming to Philly in two weeks. Are you going?"

"I was planning to, but I'm needed here now."

"I can watch Dad. It's only for one evening."

"Oh, you're sweet, doll, but no. I can see them some other time." She took the remote from the coffee table and switched off the TV. "Come on, it's getting late."

"I still think you should go," I repeated as we headed upstairs. "I won't watch Dad alone. Torin is next door and a portal away. If you haven't noticed, there's nothing he can't do."

Femi chuckled. "I've noticed. I'll think about it. Goodnight." She disappeared into my parents' bedroom while I headed to mine.

Torin wasn't there. I looked out the window, but his home was in total darkness. Maybe he was at the mansion. I crawled in bed, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something wasn't right with Torin. He'd seemed so, I don't know, sad.

Torin wasn't around in the morning. I missed my morning coffee and kiss. Voices drew me downstairs. Smiling, I flew downstairs expecting him. But when I cleared the stairs, I recognized Andris' voice. He was already dressed for school, though he looked like he was off to a photo shoot for some hipster magazine.

"Morning, sleepy head," Andris said. "I was about to wake you up with a cup of coffee."

I glanced out the window at Torin's. Where was he? "So are you riding shotgun with me to school?"

Andris scoffed at the idea. "Nope. You ride shotgun. Come to the mansion when you're ready." He kissed Femi on the cheek. "Thanks for the coffee." He disappeared through the portal.

I got a bowl and poured myself some cereal and munched on it without tasting it, my mind on the two girls at school. How was I going to get close to them without giving myself away? It was obvious they didn't know who I was.

"Hey," Femi said and I looked up. "You okay?"

I wasn't. Where was Torin? It wasn't like him to disappear when I needed protecting. Not that I needed him now. He'd runed everything and Andris was pretty capable. And from Femi's stories, she was a one woman army. "Yeah. I'll see you at lunch."

Upstairs, I grabbed my stuff and left for the mansion. The others were waiting in the foyer. Ingrid looked amazing as usual in a high low dress, cute cashmere sweater, tights and boots. I really like the bob hair cut on her. Very high fashion.

Blaine had that preppy thing going. He came from a loaded family and his clothes screamed it. I looked like Orphan Annie beside them in my jeans and red sweater. Good thing I didn't let clothes define me and the others never pointed out my penchant for jeans.

"Come on, Seeress. Time to go," Andris said. He moved fast and grabbed my backpack before I realized his intention. "Since I'm on bodyguard duty I get do everything Torin does. Maybe I'll get a hot kiss before math class."

I laughed. I waited until we left the house, engaged my speed runes and moved just as fast as he'd done, and grabbed my backpack back. "Haha, I did it."

"Working on your reflexes?" Ingrid asked, watching me with a weird smile. I could tell she wished she was the one goofing around with Andris.

"Yeah. I'm a bit slow engaging my runes, so Torin is helping me get better. We worked on it yesterday and we'll probably continue today."

"I don't think so," Andris said as he opened the SUV. He disappeared inside.

I yanked the door and hopped in the back passenger seat. The front seat was Ingrid's. "What do you mean?"

"Torin is chasing a shadow that doesn't want to be found," Andris said and started the engine.

"What shadow? Is it about the pendant or the Seeresses?"

"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Ingrid asked entering the car. She closed the door and turned to face Andris.

"Long story, girls." He left the driveway, following Blaine. "Don't bother to question me because my lips are sealed."

He sucked at keeping secrets. I'd wait until it was just the two of us. "Ignore him."

"I always do." Ingrid said. "Hey, I'm close to finding the Witch at school."

"Me too," I said.

"What witch?" Andris asked.

"Long story," I said, repeating his words.

"And our lips are sealed too," Ingrid said.

"Really, Ingrid?" He glanced at her. "I can understand Raine being difficult, but that's who she is. You know better. We don't keep secrets from each other."

Ingrid lifted her chin. "How come you're not teaching me to engage my speed runes like Torin is helping Raine?"

Andris groaned. "She needs them, sweetheart, and you don't."

"Why?"

"Because you're sweet and nice, and harmless. There're no bad guys coming after you. Your life is perfect."

"You mean boring," Ingrid retorted. "Nothing fun or exciting ever happens to me?"

"You are an Immortal, sweetheart. Make fun happen. Find a hobby."

Poor Ingrid. She really needed to stop wanting Mr. Pigheaded here to take her seriously. She had money and could be whatever she liked. I tuned them out and texted Torin. Chances were he hadn't taken his cell phone. He'd only bought it to shut me up after I'd nagged him.

We pulled up outside the school. The spot on the curb where Torin usually parked his bike was empty. It wasn't official, but everyone considered it his spot. Seeing it only reminded me he was out there, possibly doing something dangerous.

Andris and Ingrid were still arguing when we left the SUV. Ingrid took off in a huff and joined her friends. Andris watched her with narrowed eyes.

"She's becoming so mouthy," he griped.

"That's because you ignore her. She likes you. Why won't you give her a chance?" I asked. "It's obvious you like her."

"As cute and adorable as Ingrid is, I don't have the urge to kiss her. She doesn't make me lose sleep and she's definitely not the person I think about when I-"