"Me own mam saw things," he said, looking at the fire as if she might be there behind it. "And they always came true. She didn't say anything about spirits. She just called it the Second Sight. Said it was hereditary and dangerous sometimes,if you didn't take care." "Do you have it? Do you see things?" He shook his head. "Colin." If he thought I was going to be fobbed off with a vague reply, the day's events had clearly addled his wits. He had to know I had no intention of letting this lie. "She told me about a girl with violet eyes," he said quietly, rising to his feet. I looked up at him, startled. "She did?" "Aye." He nodded. "I should go." He stalked toward the door, opening it slightly to make sure the hallway was deserted. His hair was still damp, tousled. I couldn't help but remember the weight of his body pressing me into the grass. "Colin?" I said quietly. "I have to go." He didn't turn around. The door closed behind him."