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BOOK ONE - RAVEN'S SIGHT

PROLOGUE

Okay, so she was definitely checking him out.

Connor was sure of it.

The woman to his left in line for coffee at the counter wasn’t exactly what he’d call pretty. Not by any stretch. But there was just something about her that was undeniable. A presence. The way she carried herself. A certain confidence. All coalesced to make her an unexpected, inexplicable, and striking enigma in that moment—and in that moment, nothing in the world was more attractive.

His brain, already leagues ahead of him, went for broke and directed a smile at her. His ego added an arguably lame ‘hey, what’s up?’ chin lift to seal the deal.

In return, he got a confused expression, then an incredulous ‘are you serious?’ look for his effort.

Crash and burn.

Guess he’d read that wrong.

He looked away, suppressed a sigh, then took another glance at her, bracing for any residual fallout.

Wait…now what? She took a small step. Leaned a bit towards him. Her lips parted as though she was about to say something, but then closed again.

Well, that was another bust. Still, at least her action allowed him to feast his eyes on something he hadn’t noticed in his first perusal - a pair of the most kissable, luscious-looking lips he’d seen in a long while. He watched as they slid open once more. But this time, they began to move. Fast.

Focus on what she’s saying, dude.

He mentally smacked himself after a minute…in time to register some of her words.

“…Like an invisible man, maybe? I know, I know. It probably sounds insane, but—”

“Excuse me? Did you say something about an invisible man?” He struggled to understand her, even as the pleasant and husky tone of her voice resonated within him in yet another unexpected way.

“All I can say is you’ll know when you see him, which I realize is in itself a contradiction, but—” She glanced around at the people closest to them. He did as well, noting a couple curious looks directed their way. Her voice was softer when she resumed speaking, “No matter what he says, whatever you do, don’t trust him, okay?”

“Miss? Your order.” The barista behind the counter placed a bag on the counter near her.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” She gave the teenage girl a quick smile, grabbed the bag, and started to turn away from the counter. And him.

Intrigued, on so many levels, he took an uncharacteristic step into her personal space. It was something he rarely did with strangers, but he felt it was both warranted and excusable on this occasion. It had the desired effect as she halted with a jerk. The lovely arch of her neck lengthened. She blinked. Once. Twice. As she gazed up at him.

He lowered the tenor of his voice. Slowed his words with intentional articulation to set her at ease, “What are you talking about? Who? I don’t get your meaning.” All the while, he searched her eyes, looking for any hint of the ‘crazy-alert’ her odd words transmitted. Instead, intelligent, solemn, and sane-looking gray flickered with an unknown emotion before she glanced away.

“Look, I’ve already said way more than I wanted to.” Fragrant auburn curls floated ethereally around her shoulders as she shook her head and studied her feet, or the floor, for a moment. “I really need to go,” she mumbled as she glanced up at him again, then quickly stepped around him.

“What? Wait. You can’t just—”

Stunned, he spun around and watched her practically sprint to the exit. Before he could utter a word to detain her, she stepped through the doors and melted into the throngs of people on the busy sidewalk.