She wiped a sheen of perspiration from her cheek and looked at her hand.
He would be seeing blood, the murderer.
Aleisha mentally searched through the images, trying to filter out meaning, but these people were strangers to her. The killer was huge. Tall huge. Muscle huge. Not a bodybuilder, just big and strong and unstoppable. Somehow linked…
Her thoughts solidified into mental stumbling blocks, toppling her into near panic. She stared into the mirror, horror building in her eyes, appalled at the realization.
No. The murderer could not be linked to her, to where she was heading, to what she was doing here. Yet he was, she knew it even as she fought to deny the possibility.
He was there.
There in the team of strangers she had crossed this part of the galaxy to join, there savoring the opportunities that travel in isolation gave him. There, active and hunting.
Aleisha moved forward, swinging open the door and hurrying into the hall. She needed to talk. She needed Charlie.
Behind her, line and shadow materialized, movement coming through the wall of her bedroom.
Color flooded in, bringing caramel skin and russet markings.
Excerpt from The Khekarian Threat, Book One in the Khekarian series.