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Chapter Twenty-Seven

"But this doesn't make any sense," Paige said shaking her head in confusion and frustration. "The twins are new to this, we can tell by how they react once they have a vision. They wouldn't be able to block our visions, we don't even know how to do that."

I sighed and rubbed the exhaustion from my eyes. "I don't know, maybe we can't have visions of others like us, not clear ones at least."

Jessie had gone to the other room along with Zach. Wyatt and Sophie had left to get some takeout even after my many protests that the girls shouldn't leave the safety of the motel, but I only got accused by Jessie for being sexest. Mia had fallen asleep the minute we stopped asking questions about the murderers.

"No, because we're having visions with each other in them." She shook her head, then she snapped her head toward me. "What if it's Shaggy?"

I looked at her, my eyebrows narrowed. "But Mia never said anything about Shaggy having visions."

"Maybe he's experienced enough to hide it. I mean, if he can block our visions, then he can probably control his reactions." Paige's gray eyes were filled with worry. "Drew, if we're dealing with three clairvoyants, we might, we are going up against something much more dangerous."

I clenched my fists and cracked my knuckles out of nervousness. "This is bad, Paige. Real bad. I don't think I can go up against someone who can just block my visions, when I can't even do the same back."

She opened her mouth, but closed it as the door opened and Wyatt and Sophie walked in, their arms full of take out bags.

"We come bearing gifts," Sophie smiled at me, but I couldn't return it. She frowned and stared at me, as if trying to read my expression. "Drew, why don't we go and get Jessie and Zach."

I was about to shake my head and refuse, but I needed the fresh air and it was dangerous for Sophie to go on her own, so I nodded, standing up from the bed and I followed her outside.

We started walking to the other end of the motel. It was unusually full and Walter couldn't get two rooms next to each other, even for us, so the other room was on the other side of the motel, an uneasy walk in the dark.

"So, have you got any ideas on how the twins are blocking you guys?" She asked.

"We think it's Shaggy," I answered. "He's the only logical answer."

Sophie nodded. "That's bad, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's bad."

"Hey, Sweetheart!" A low voice yelled behind us.

Sophie and I stopped dead. We recognized that voice. The last time we heard it, it was behind our motel door, taunting us with a shotgun.

"Run!" I whispered urgently.

We started running only to pull up short as two men, probably in their early thirties, late twenties, turned the corner, blocking our way. They almost looked like bikers with their tattoos.

We turned around to see three more guys standing there with smirks planted on their faces, and the front guy had a knife in his hand.

"How'd you get out?" I asked, trying to buy us some time until I could think of a plan.

"The sheriff didn't have anything on me, except for harassment, but that doesn't serve any time." The man with the knife snarked.

I finally got to add a face to the low voice. He had light brown hair, a small beard, as if he shaved it and it was coming back, and dark eyes. His arms were coated with tattoos, just like the rest of his buddies and they showed themselves off with his sleeveless shirt.