And so she saw herself as Whistler did. Cropping up in unexpected places, a face that didn't belong, a sense of import attributed because of its persistence and the look in her eyes. Then three possible futures: light, dark, and... Naked?!

Rhiannon snatched her hand back. "What the hell was that?" Shock made her voice shrill, though whether it was the image of herself covered in black veins or covered in HIM, it was difficult to ascertain.