the stuff? It wasn't as if alcohol had any effect on me. Walkers were immune to the effects of any alcohol and regular drug.
But I was in a bar after midnight. Drinking seemed the thing to do.
The air changed, and drifted warm against my skin as someone slid in beside me.
I glanced up and smiled.
Logan pressed warm lips to my cheek, then nuzzled my neck.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he mumbled against my skin, his spiky stubble tickling me .
"Of all the corny lines in the existence of corny lines, that's the one you use?" I laughed softly. I had to admit it had been cute. Or maybe Logan was just that cute.
He raised his head, his dark messy hair standing up in all directions, and grinned. Then, as he studied my face, his smile disappeared. "What's wrong?"
"Crap."
"Crap?" he frowned. "What kind?"
"All kinds. Bull. Fans. Deep in it. Take your pick."
"That bad?"
I nodded as I twisted the heavy-bottomed glass.
He sniffed at my whiskey. "Strong stuff."
"Not for me."
"I know," he said with a sigh. "Care to share? Or do you want to keep staring at it?"
I smiled and slid the glass toward him. As he sipped I studied his face, noting the darkness smudging the skin beneath his reddened eyes.
"You still dreaming?" I asked, gently.
"Yep."
"Anything new?"
"Nope."
"Saleem?"
"Meeting me here."
I nodded and sat back wondering what the Djinn had to share that was important enough for them to track me down. Logan's presence was no accident, then. Saleem's involvement made it more important than a chance chat.
So I didn't push. I'd seen Logan struggling with his dreams, confused by memories that weren't memories, and I prayed he'd find some form of release. He needed low-key interaction and I was happy to comply.
Gold and bronze sparks of light flickered in the shadows of our booth and the djinn appeared in the seat opposite us as if summoned.
Saleem grinned, his dark features matching the sexy smile as he solidified. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey, yourself." I smiled back. He was pretty sizzling for a humanized demon. "Where have you been?"
"Around." He glanced at Logan, his black eyes glittering. "Busy."
Busy must have been fairly bad because for the briefest moment Saleem lost his glamor making the swirling tattoos on his skin starkly visible.
"Is everything okay?" asked Logan, his eyes not leaving his friend's face.
"Not really."
"Did she take you?"
Saleem nodded, then glanced at me. "Mel took me to find my mother."
"And?" I urged. Mel Morgan was not only the djinn's main squeeze--a pairing that I definitely approved of--but she was also probably the most powerful Soul Tracker of them all. Mel moved through the veil like Larsson did, but with more skill and power. She could also astral project.
"She's being held at a compound outside of Virginia."
I didn't press him but my and? hovered in the air between us.
"And," Saleem said "I saw something I hadn't expected."
Clearly he needed a prod. "Which was?"
He sighed and ran his fingers through his shoulder-length black hair. "Familiar faces."
"Familiar faces?" Logan leaned closer, his appropriated drink now forgotten.
"Familiar Omega faces."
We sat in silence for a while, but none of us were shocked.
"Not surprising," I said. "Not now we know they had everything to do with my mom's abduction."
"It's possible they've been holding my mother since before they roped me into working for them."
Saleem looked so defeated I felt a pull of sadness in my gut. Betrayal by an organization you trusted isn't an easy thing to bear.
"Did you see her?"
"Mel did. She's fine, but she doesn't look very happy." Saleem's face remained expressionless. He kept his hurt inside, a lot like Logan did.
I turned to Logan. "So Omega is suspect. Do you think they could have something to do with those memories of yours?"
"Memories?' asked Saleem.
Logan's grimace made it clear he thought I shouldn't have said anything in front of the djinn,
But I was in a bar after midnight. Drinking seemed the thing to do.
The air changed, and drifted warm against my skin as someone slid in beside me.
I glanced up and smiled.
Logan pressed warm lips to my cheek, then nuzzled my neck.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he mumbled against my skin, his spiky stubble tickling me .
"Of all the corny lines in the existence of corny lines, that's the one you use?" I laughed softly. I had to admit it had been cute. Or maybe Logan was just that cute.
He raised his head, his dark messy hair standing up in all directions, and grinned. Then, as he studied my face, his smile disappeared. "What's wrong?"
"Crap."
"Crap?" he frowned. "What kind?"
"All kinds. Bull. Fans. Deep in it. Take your pick."
"That bad?"
I nodded as I twisted the heavy-bottomed glass.
He sniffed at my whiskey. "Strong stuff."
"Not for me."
"I know," he said with a sigh. "Care to share? Or do you want to keep staring at it?"
I smiled and slid the glass toward him. As he sipped I studied his face, noting the darkness smudging the skin beneath his reddened eyes.
"You still dreaming?" I asked, gently.
"Yep."
"Anything new?"
"Nope."
"Saleem?"
"Meeting me here."
I nodded and sat back wondering what the Djinn had to share that was important enough for them to track me down. Logan's presence was no accident, then. Saleem's involvement made it more important than a chance chat.
So I didn't push. I'd seen Logan struggling with his dreams, confused by memories that weren't memories, and I prayed he'd find some form of release. He needed low-key interaction and I was happy to comply.
Gold and bronze sparks of light flickered in the shadows of our booth and the djinn appeared in the seat opposite us as if summoned.
Saleem grinned, his dark features matching the sexy smile as he solidified. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey, yourself." I smiled back. He was pretty sizzling for a humanized demon. "Where have you been?"
"Around." He glanced at Logan, his black eyes glittering. "Busy."
Busy must have been fairly bad because for the briefest moment Saleem lost his glamor making the swirling tattoos on his skin starkly visible.
"Is everything okay?" asked Logan, his eyes not leaving his friend's face.
"Not really."
"Did she take you?"
Saleem nodded, then glanced at me. "Mel took me to find my mother."
"And?" I urged. Mel Morgan was not only the djinn's main squeeze--a pairing that I definitely approved of--but she was also probably the most powerful Soul Tracker of them all. Mel moved through the veil like Larsson did, but with more skill and power. She could also astral project.
"She's being held at a compound outside of Virginia."
I didn't press him but my and? hovered in the air between us.
"And," Saleem said "I saw something I hadn't expected."
Clearly he needed a prod. "Which was?"
He sighed and ran his fingers through his shoulder-length black hair. "Familiar faces."
"Familiar faces?" Logan leaned closer, his appropriated drink now forgotten.
"Familiar Omega faces."
We sat in silence for a while, but none of us were shocked.
"Not surprising," I said. "Not now we know they had everything to do with my mom's abduction."
"It's possible they've been holding my mother since before they roped me into working for them."
Saleem looked so defeated I felt a pull of sadness in my gut. Betrayal by an organization you trusted isn't an easy thing to bear.
"Did you see her?"
"Mel did. She's fine, but she doesn't look very happy." Saleem's face remained expressionless. He kept his hurt inside, a lot like Logan did.
I turned to Logan. "So Omega is suspect. Do you think they could have something to do with those memories of yours?"
"Memories?' asked Saleem.
Logan's grimace made it clear he thought I shouldn't have said anything in front of the djinn,
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