“No, you are not.” His hand went to my forehead, a near slap that made me flinch. He didn’t seem to notice, just pressed his cool fingers there, then muttered, “Goddamn it!” I wasn’t sure what startled me more, the curse or the venom in it. He released one of my wrists but tightened his grip on the other and started half dragging me. When I resisted, he turned sharply and said, “Can you walk?”

“Yes, but—”

He pulled me to the bench and propelled me down, then crouched in front of me, his eyes level with mine. In them, I saw rage seething like a winter’s storm.

“I—” I began.

His hand slapped to my forehead again. “You have a fever.” He held up one hand. “How many fingers do you see?”

“I didn’t hit my head, Gabriel. I—”

“Given that you were shouting for me and I was right there, trying to shake you out of it, I’ll ask whatever I damned well want. How many fingers?”

“Two. I—”

“This has to stop.”

“If I’d known it would happen when I came here—”

“The location doesn’t matter. Not anymore. At this house, at that Villa, on the street, in a field. One minute you’re here, and then you aren’t. It has to stop.”

“If I had any idea how to do that, do you think I wouldn’t? If it’s such a goddamn inconvenience, Gabriel, then walk away. If I zone out? If I wander off? Walk away.”

He got to his feet. “Have I ever said it’s an inconvenience? That anything you do is an inconvenience? I’m trying to help, Olivia.”

“Then stop yelling at me.”

His gaze went so cold I shivered in spite of the lingering fever.

“I have not raised my voice—” he began.

“Stop snapping at me. Stop snarling and glowering and making me feel like I’m inconveniencing you.”

He put his shades back on. When he spoke again, his words were formal. “I cannot help how I make you feel, Olivia. If you misinterpret—”

“How the hell else am I supposed to interpret it, Gabriel? You’re giving me shit for—” I got to my feet and walked to the back of the garden, trying to get my temper back under control.

“What do you want?” Gabriel said.

“The same thing you do,” I said. “For these damned visions—”

“Not you. Them. What the hell do you want?”

I turned to see Ida and Walter at the gate. Between the tone, the glare, and the profanity, Gabriel had stopped them in their tracks.

“Is everything all right?” Ida said.