In Too Deep

seconds, concentrating on those two men. Although she was prepared, the sight of the hot, seething energy around the pair made her go cold to the bone. Definitely talents of some kind, probably hunters.
    You’re the one they’re hunting
, her intuition whispered.
Run
. Sure, like she could outrun two trained men who would be as quick and ruthless as a pair of wolves.
    She struggled to maintain her outward composure. Panic would get her killed as surely as any gun or knife.
    The middle-aged woman standing directly in front of her tossed three pairs of lacy thong panties onto the sales counter with a defiant air.
    “I’ll take these,” she announced, daring Isabella to object.
    The customer displayed all of the visible hallmarks of a woman who had just gone through a nasty divorce. Isabella did not need the psychic side of her nature to pick up on the cues: a pale white line where the wedding ring had been, eyes too wide and tight from a recent surgical lift, new haircut, fresh dye job, trendy, tight-fitting clothes. The woman’s life had recently crashed and burned.
    I know the feeling
, Isabella thought. Sort of. The truth was, she had never actually had a real life. Still, for a while during the past six months she had come close, so close, to feeling normal.
Face it—you weren’t born to be normal.
    She managed a polite smile and picked up the panties. “Great buy, aren’t they?”
    “Yes.” The customer was somewhat mollified now that she was assured she wasn’t going to be mocked for buying the thongs. “That’s why I bought three pairs.”
    “Good idea. The price will go back up next week after the sale,” Isabella said.
    She watched the two men in women’s sportswear out of the corner of her eye while she rang up the panties. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. Goose bumps covered her upper arms. A cold sweat formed between her shoulder blades. Her senses were screaming. Her pulse was pounding.
Get out of here. Now
.
    Viewed in normal light there was nothing to mark the two hunters as anything other than what they appeared to be, bored shopping escorts waiting for their companions to come out of the dressing rooms. But Isabella noticed that customers in their vicinity edged away from them. The two were probably really cranked, preparing to close in on their prey. As a result they were giving off so much energy that even people without any measurable talent sensed the threat on a subliminal level.
    “Excuse me, I’m in a hurry here,” the woman on the other side of the counter snapped.
    “Sorry.” Isabella smiled apologetically. “Cash register is a little slow today.”
    She pushed the credit card slip and a pen across the counter. The woman scrawled her name and grabbed the shopping bag containing the thongs.
    Isabella forced herself to smile at the next customer in line, a young mother with a baby in a stroller.
    “Can I help you?” Isabella asked.
Run
.
    “I want to buy this.” The customer put a pale blue nightgown on the counter and leaned down to pick up the small plush toy the baby had tossed out of the stroller.
    “This is such a pretty color,” Isabella remarked, falling back on the one day of training the department store had given her at the start of her employment.
Always compliment the customer’s good taste
. She folded the nightgown in the precise way she had been instructed and reached for a sheet of tissue. “Such a beautiful shade of blue.”
    The woman straightened, brightening immediately.
    “Yes,” she said. “It’s my favorite. Good price, too.”
    “You were smart to get here early for the sale.” Isabella started to wrap some tissue around the nightgown and paused, frowning. “Hmm.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “There’s a small spot on this gown,” Isabella said.
    Alarmed, the woman leaned over the counter. “Where?”
    “Right here.” Isabella whisked up the nightgown, careful to hold it so that the customer could not see the mythical spot.
    “It’s the last one in blue in my size,” the woman wailed.
    “Don’t worry, I think I’ve got one more in the back room, same color and size. I’ll only be a moment.”
    Nightgown in hand, Isabella turned and went quickly toward the discreet door directly behind the counter.
    She knew the hunter-talents saw her go through the door into the stockroom, but with luck they would not realize that she had spotted them. Even if they were suspicious, they were unlikely to follow her. One