Montford stared at her. How the hell had she broken it? She hadn’t gone up on the roof last night, she would have been seen, and the guard had found her passed out on the ground…it hit him: she must be at least a little telekinetic, like her mate! No wonder she’d been able to get out of her ties.
Oh, crap. He understood then he was deeply, deeply screwed. The precog had lied to him! How had his scan on her missed that?
Why would she…crap. She was a precog. Maybe she’d Seen what he’d been planning to do to her and those brats.
Fear speared through his chest. He had miscalculated terribly.