Elizabeth felt the onset of the numbing fatigue that sometimes followed a vision. She wanted desperately to sit down, but the suspicion blazing from the duke's eyes held her pinned in place.

"You will tell me everything you know that makes you claim my brother is alive," he commanded in an icy tone. "Immediately."

Dear God, why did I say anything? But even as she asked herself, Elizabeth knew the answer. A young woman's face flashed in her mind… the beloved friend she'd never see again… all because Elizabeth remained silent about a premonition. It was a mistake she'd vowed never to make again.

And the fact that this William was alive-surely that was joyous news? But the hostility and distrust in the duke's eyes indicated she'd spoken too hastily. Yet surely she could convince him she spoke the truth.

"I know your brother is alive because I saw him-"

"Where did you see him? When?"

"Just now." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "In my mind."

His eyes narrowed to slits. "In your mind? What rubbish is this? Are you daft?"

"No, your grace. I… I am able to see things. In my mind. I suppose some might call it a second sight. I'm afraid I cannot really explain it."