Thomas stood on the porch watching Shay surf. She was still angry with him. She'd silently helped get the medicine and bandage him up. She cleaned up the blood on the living room floor, then she'd changed clothes and headed to the beach. She'd been out there for hours. She always surfed when something was bothering her.

He'd taken things way to far.

A wave knocked her off the board. Thomas straightened, his eyes frantically searching for her. Her head broke through the water and she held onto the surfboard. Thomas felt like he could finally breathe again.

She was distracted. She'd always said that only one thing could distract her, him.

He sat on the steps and leaned against the banister.

Shay had clarified what she meant by him killing her. She said she wasn't certain about the details but there was an artifact that connected a person with minds. Mind control. That's what she was afraid of. It sounded like something from a bad science fiction movie but Shay looked so terrified. All the other times it had been someone else to kill her in her visions. Her death had never scared her but to see him do it would be terrible. She still hadn't told him how she died. He doubted it was something as simple as a bullet to the head.

Shay stayed out until the sun had gone down. She ate the dinner he'd made for her as an apology but she didn't say a word to him and went to take a shower and go to bed.

Thomas climbed in next to her. Her back was to him. He hugged her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," he said.

She didn't say anything for a few moments. "I know that getting information was something you were good at. I just never expected you to use it on me," she said. "Do you want me to be able to trust you or not? Or will everything I say and do be used against me when you want something?"

"I'll never do that again."

"And out of all things for you to use against me, you used the fact that I love you? The fact that you know how much I hate seeing you hurt? I never even saw it coming. And I can see the future."

"What do you want me to do to make it up to you?" he asked.

"Erase my mind."

"I can't do that."

"Exactly. And that's the problem." She sighed. "I'm going to tell you something hoping you're not going to use to against me." She paused. "There are some things I see over and over. Any little thing can trigger a memory and I feel as if it's happening all over again."

"What do you see?"

"Before, it was three main things. Now I have one more to add to the list: watching you hurt yourself over and over and being unable to do anything about it. That is not something I'm going to stop seeing anytime soon. Thank you for that."

"I would take it back if I could."

"Yes. But you can't. You're thirty-one, Thomas. You have to start thinking about the consequences of your actions. You never do and then I'm left to deal with the aftermath. You overreact for every little thing. This is why you always have so much guilt and regret."

Thomas didn't know what to say to that. He knew he never thought too far ahead. That had gotten him into trouble when he was younger.

"I was going to tell you. I just needed to process it first, figure out what exactly it was that I saw and think about how I was going to say it. I'm still not sure exactly what happens. I've never kept something like that from you for very long. You know that. You should have trusted me. I can't tell you every single thing I see and you know that."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I promise. That will never happen again."

Shay turned around so she was facing him. She snuggled closer. "I'm going to hold you to that for the rest of your life."

"You know I don't break my promises," Thomas said.

She rested a hand on his side where he'd stabbed himself. "Does it still hurt?"

"No. It will heal in a few days then I'll be good as new. There won't even be a scar."

"That's good," she said. She sighed. "I don't want to talk anymore. Good night, Thomas."

He kissed her hair. "I'll see you in the morning."

Shay was still sleeping when he came back from his early morning prayer and meditation. She hugged a pillow over her head to block out the sun coming in from the window he'd opened before he'd left. He pulled it off. She looked so calm and peaceful. He smiled wickedly. He detached his arm from his shoulder. This new model allowed him to move his arm even when it wasn't attached to his body.

"Shay," he said. He tickled her nose. "Shay. Wake up."

She opened her eyes. "Hm. Wh-- Ah!" She rolled off the bed. She pulled herself back on and glared at him. "I told you not to do that." She hated how much he liked to tease her with his arm.

Thomas was still laughing. He clicked his arm back into place. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You were sleeping too soundly. I'm hungry." He went in the kitchen. He heard Shay follow him, still half asleep. She was never fully awake that early in the morning.

"There's stuff left over from yesterday," she said.

He opened the fridge and took out the food. He went to get a knife to cut bread. "Shay, where are all the knives?" He pulled out all the drawers. "Shay."

"Hm?" She had fallen asleep at the table.

"Knives. Where are they? And the forks as well?"

"I hid all sharp objects. You'll get them back when you can be responsible," she said.

"And what am I supposed to use to cut the bread?"

"A spoon."

He opened his mouth to answer when his phone rang. "Yeah, Brennan?"

"Get out of the house, now!" he shouted.

"Shay!" Thomas called. He looked around. She wasn't in the kitchen. "Shay!" She was in the bedroom. She pulled something out of her bedside table drawer. "Shay. We have to leave."

"I know." She grabbed his arm, pulled up the sleeve and opened the compartment in his forearm. She put the compass inside and snapped it shut. "Okay. Let's leave."

The front door shattered. The windows broke. Masked men stormed inside. Shay didn't stop typing in coordinates.

"Stop or your husband dies," one of them said. They had their guns trained on him. The voice sounded familiar. Allan. Ian's main dog.

"I'm sorry, Thomas. I should have seen them coming," Shay said.

"Go. I'll find you later," Thomas said.

The man held up his gun and pulled the trigger.

"Thomas!"

He felt dizzy. Shay tried to stop the bleeding from his shoulder. The bullet had gone straight through. He fell to his knees. His vision went black for a moment.

"The next one will kill him."

Ice formed around his shoulder. It wouldn't last long. He was starting to overheat.

"Go, Shay," Thomas said softly so only she could hear. "I'll find you. I promise." She could get away, he knew she could, but she couldn't escape with him, not when he was injured like this and bleeding out.

"You already know my answer to that," she whispered. She stood. "You and I both know you're going to kill him anyway. I might as well make things hard." Her blue eyes glowed. "You hurt Thomas. You're going to die."

A bat formed in her hand. Thomas had to force his eyes to focus. They couldn't shoot her. They wanted her alive. They weren't just there for the key. If they did, a body would be easier to carry. They wanted something else.

That thought terrified him.

Masked men were falling but there were too many. She couldn't handle them alone.

Thomas pushed himself to his feet. His arm snapped into place and glowed. Shay threw a man out the window and smashed another's head on the wall. One was coming at her from behind. Thomas shot a stream of fire at him.

Allan sighed. "I knew this one would be harder. Call in Joseph," he said.

Thomas had to take him out. Shay must have realized what he had because she was making her way to him.

Thomas staggered forward. He sliced through anyone that came in front of him. He swayed. He braced his shoulder against the wall. His metal arm went back to normal. The purple veins weren't glowing as much as before. He was dying and his heart wasn't powering his arm as it should. He needed a power source. He couldn't let them take her.

Icicles came up from the tiles and impaled some of the men. Shay froze one to the ceiling.

Thomas noticed another presence. A new man had walked in and this one wasn't wearing a mask but he couldn't see him clearly. He leaned his head against the wall. It was taking all his energy to stay standing.

Everyone stopped fighting and cleared the way. Shay froze and watched him, her chest heaving. She didn't look injured. She glanced at Thomas quickly before turning back to the man.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Don't you recognize me?" he asked with a smirk. He raised up his wrist. He had a gold bracelet around it. "I am the keyholder of the Helmet of Protection. I know you've seen me before."

Shay's eyes hardened. "I'm going to kill you."

"If you come easy it won't be any more painful for either one of you and by the looks of it, Thomas here won't last much longer."

"I'll last long enough," Thomas said. He pushed himself away from the wall and took a few steps towards Shay. "The second you step out of this house, you're sealing your death."

The masked leader laughed. "That's exactly what your brother said."

Thomas' blood, what little he had left, ran cold. "What did you do to him?"

Shay's eyes narrowed. "You hurt Thomas and Brennan. You will pay for that," she said. She stepped towards Joseph. She cried out and fell to the floor.

"Shay!" Thomas fell next to her. She was holding her head and groaning. She cried out again. Blood flowed from her nose and ears. "What are you doing to her? Stop it!"

"She wouldn't listen," Joseph said. "It's her fault."

"I said stop!" His shoulder was forgotten. All he could think about was killing this man. He ran towards him. Three men grabbed him. He shocked one, burned the other and headbutted the third. He took another step towards Joseph.

Another shot rang out, then another. Thomas fell to one knee. His chest hurt and it was getting hard to breathe. He forced himself to stand again. His head was spinning. That man was hurting Shay. He had to be killed. Shay was in pain.

A man tackled him. Thomas didn't have the strength to stop his fall. He fell hard on his left arm. The wound from the day before reopened. The man kicked his side. Everything went black for a moment.

"Thomas!"

He felt a hand on his face but his eyes refused to open.

"Thomas, wake up."

The hand disappeared.

When he cracked opened his eyes, they were carrying Shay out the door. She wasn't putting up any fight. He glimpsed her face. It was contorted with pain.

"Thomas."

He wasn't sure if she said it or if it was all in his head. His eyes closed and he blacked out.