Eddie nodded and glanced over his shoulder. “I believe you. The trouble is, I’m pretty damn sure that you were set up. I don’t know what you were told exactly, but I’m willing to bet it was not about dumping those trances. The thing is, for Devina to go to work, you have to give her a way to get in.” Eddie refocused on Marie-Terese. “So in this case, I’m thinking what he was told to do opened him up wide and Devina took advantage of it.”

“So she’s not tied to his visions?”

“Nope. She can eclipse them as long as her hold on him is strong—but he’s probably getting them again because the tie is weakening a little. As for, why him? Think of it like…the metaphysical equivalent of a car accident. Vin was in the wrong place at the wrong time, thanks to some very bad advice.” Eddie met Vin’s eyes again. “That psychic—how did you find you her? Did she have some kind of vendetta against you?”

So the visions were going to come back. Great.

“Ah, I didn’t even know her.” Vin shrugged. “She was just some woman downtown who I went to randomly.”

Eddie seemed to shudder—as if Vin had just told the guy he’d had a plumber operate on his colon. “Yeah, okay…and what did she tell you do?”

Vin wandered around, hands on his hips. The night that he had gone upstairs and locked himself in his old room came back to him—and what he remembered doing was not exactly something he felt comfortable sharing in very mixed company.

Eddie seemed to get that. “All right, we’ll come back to that. Where did you do it?”

“In my bedroom. At my family’s house—Wait, wait, hold the fuck up here…am I responsible for all this?” Vin rubbed his chest, the crushing weight over his heart making it difficult to breathe. “If I hadn’t gone to her, I wouldn’t have…lived this life of mine at all?”

The silence was the answer, wasn’t it. “Oh…fuck me.” And then it dawned on him. Devina had said that she had given him everything…did that also mean she’d taken things away as well? “Oh, my God…even the deaths? You’re saying…I’m the cause of the deaths, too?”

“Which deaths?”

“My parents’. They died a week or so later.”

Eddie looked over at Adrian. “That depends.”

“On whether I ever wished them dead?”

“Did you?”

Vin stared at Marie-Terese and hoped that as he answered, she saw the regret in his eyes as he spoke. Shit, his parents had been horrible to each other and worse to him, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the cause of their demise.