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Authors: Dale Mayer

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Shattered: A Psychic Visions Novel

Shattered

Book #9 of Psychic Visions

Dale Mayer

Books in This Series:

Tuesday’s Child –
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Hide’n Go Seek

Maddy’s Floor

Garden of Sorrow

Knock, Knock…

Rare Find

Eyes to the Soul

Now You See Her

Shattered

Into the Night…

Psychic Visions 3in1

Psychic Visions Set 4–6

Table of Contents

Title Page

Back Cover

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Author’s Note

Excerpt from Into the Night…

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About the Author

Also by Dale Mayer

Copyright Page

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Some events are life shattering…

Caught in a gilded cage for most of her life, Hannah keeps trying to escape. There’s something wrong with her the doctors can’t diagnose, but she’d rather be free and die than stay trapped… forever.

When she’s caught once again, Trevor offers her a unique way out. Should she trust him? And what if he finds out the truth? Will he still be on her side?

Trevor knows he has a lot to make up for in his life. He works at it every day. But when the opportunity to rescue an incredibly talented waif comes, he doesn’t realize how much will be asked of him.

Time is against them. And that’s when they find out that not all enemies are outside in the world.

Sometimes they are inside… we just don’t know it…

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Part of an elite SEAL team, Mason takes on the dangerous jobs no one else wants to do – or can do. When he’s on a mission, he’s focused and dedicated. When he’s not, he plays as hard as he fights.

Until he meets a woman he can’t have but can’t forget. Software developer, Tesla lost her brother in combat and has no intention of getting close to someone else in the military. Determined to save other US soldiers from a similar fate, she’s created a program that could save lives. But other countries know about the program, and they won’t stop until they get it – and get her.

Time is running out … For her … For him … For them …

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Chapter 1

T
he blood…

It wouldn’t slow.

It wouldn’t stop.

It dripped down her arm, her hands. Droplets falling from her fingertips.

Only she felt no pain…

Except when she moved.

Hannah managed to take one step then another. Her weight came down hard, her legs wooden. Her ankles stiff, unbending lumber blocks.

The motion jarring.

More blood flew.

The blood dripped in a slow steady stream onto the gravel beneath her feet. Hannah watched the drips in macabre fascination. Where was it coming from?

Her head pounded. Her body throbbed and her legs, well they’d been screaming for miles.

She had no idea where she was, how she got here or why she’d be walking along this lonely stretch of highway. Yet, she knew she had to continue. It was important. She just didn’t know why. And of course it was dark – black. The moon argued with the clouds above giving her brief moments of luminescence. A heavy dampness clung to her nose.

A couple of vehicles had passed her. But no one had stopped to help.

Why?

Surely she was visible? She carefully took another step and then one more. Someone would help her eventually. Right? She had to keep going forward. She knew there was no going back. There was no choice.

Keep walking. You’re almost there,
a voice inside her head said.

“Where am I going?” she sobbed to the empty night.

Somewhere safe. I can help you.

Who spoke to her?

What if it was
him
? The man she’d been running from. At least she thought it had been a man. Or what if another person found her and didn’t help her? She could become a victim again.

There were horrible images. Fire. Fights. Screams. Intermixed with sex scenes. Like that made any sense.

She gave a short harsh laugh. She had no idea if she’d been a victim or victimizer. But it felt like she’d been beaten to shit and left to die. Her body injured. Her mind vulnerable. Weak. She frowned, trying to figure out the disjointed thoughts in her head. Her memories were fragmented, refusing to flow as they should. Was she okay? Had she been in an accident? Attacked?

Nothing felt normal – right. Nothing felt familiar, like she was in someone else’s nightmare. There was a strange set of thoughts running though her mind, telling her there was something she was supposed to do. Were they her thoughts? How could they be? It was like two separate people were arguing inside her head. Someone pushing her to do something. Someone else calling her away. And then there were thoughts of someone she was trying to stop.
He
wanted to remove her.
He
wanted to hurt someone she loved. She’d tried to hurt him earlier today. No, someone else had tried.

And failed she thought.

But everything was mixed up. The thoughts were coated in fear and spiked with anger. And the words, the accent – foreign as if they weren’t hers. There were flashes of a young girl. Then an older one. A knife. Screams. All disjointed. Nothing made any sense. Confused and worried, she turned to stare at the trail of blood behind her as she walked forward.

Of course she wasn’t okay. She hadn’t been okay for a long time.

More disconnected memories came to her mind. More foggy thoughts. Why hadn’t she been okay for a long time?

Doctors flitted into her mind, in then out again. Different men. Women. Names and titles all whispered through and back again. She had no idea what or who they were…even worse she had no idea why they were walking in an endless stream through her bedroom. She tried to focus, to force the tidbits into a coherent pattern, and pain slammed into her brain bringing her to a shuddering stop. She bent over, gasping.

The pain, extreme…yet familiar.

That worried her. No one should have to experience pain for so long that it became familiar. Was that why the stream of doctors? Had she been in several accidents? Was she suicidal? Born with a physical ailment that needed multiple surgeries?

A vehicle approached, the head beams flashing on her sleeve before zipping past.

A sob escaped as the red taillights disappeared into the distance. They hadn’t even slowed down. Still, the headlights had shown her something.

A driveway… just ahead. The one she’d been looking for. At least part of her thought so…

She hobbled forward, desperate for someone to be home, and yet she was terrified at the same time.

What if the wrong man lived here?

And every man could be the wrong man. She couldn’t remember who she was running from…or to.

A face zipped through her mind only to fade too quickly for her to understand who or what that meant.

She kept walking.

Feeling the first few drops of rain, she wanted to cry.

When the thunder rumbled in the distance, the tears rolled down her cheeks in earnest. Could this night get any worse?

Every step to that driveway was one step closer to her goal. There was a sense of inevitability to it.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the reflector on a post marking the start of the driveway. This was the right place.

That phrase stopped her. Right place?

Had she been looking for it?

Or now, that she was injured, possibly dying – was she expecting a specific someone to help her?

Surely not. She studied her surroundings, trying to peer through the sheets of rain now beating down on her head. Nothing looked familiar.

She felt so terribly alone at that moment.

Why was she heading to the driveway? For help of course, right?

No, not right but she didn’t understand the mixed messages. Everything was jumbled in her head.

She had to keep in mind that she’d been hurt and couldn’t decipher her thoughts or count on the assumptions she was making.

Yet there was something about this place that seemed to call her. At the driveway she slowly walked up the dirt road. It wasn’t even paved. Why?

Was she so far out in the country? She couldn’t see other lights to say there were dwellings close by. Then again she couldn’t see lights up on the dark shadow she’d taken to be a building.

Shit.

Her mind revolted but her feet kept moving, the incline long and slow. Eventually, she reached the large trees that surrounded the house.

It was a house. That alone made her feel better. Or maybe just her feet as they came to a stop.

She swayed in place. The rain had eased. The moon peeked through the prison of clouds to stare out at the world below.

She realized she had to be more injured than she thought.

There was nothing normal about this place. The plants were huge, the leaves oversized. A wind…something…whispered between the plants but at the same time there was a sense of waiting…as if she’d been expected.

But that was beyond foolish.

Right?

She shuddered.

And slowly as if compelled, she turned to face the front door. The intricate faces carved in the wood.

She shouldn’t be here. She should be running as far and as fast in the opposite direction as she could go.

Instead her feet stepped closer to that door.

She took a deep breath, her struggle to stay upright waning. She wasn’t going to make it back down this driveway. She might not even make it to the entrance. But she managed one more step.

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