you.”
As she drove down the small dirt lane her mind filled with images of Bram, naked. What would it be like to be with Bram? Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. He stood waiting on the steps with a duffel bag at his feet. “Ready?” he asked, smiling.
“Yep.”
From the time they left, Bram was quiet.
“Okay, what’s with you? I’m not going to drive for four days with the silent treatment.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, don’t pull that crap. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
“I don’t see this trip being easy. We’re going to have problems. I can only see your future, not Damon’s thoughts, so I don’t know what will happen until he plans it.”
“Great,” she sighed.
“We’ll just have to be extra careful.”
“When you said that a death maker is contracted—who would do that?” She knew the topic had come up before, but she never got an answer.
“Maybe someone needs you to come back to the other side early. There could be any number of reasons.”
“Yeah, but you’re my guardian angel. Wouldn’t you know who had the contract?”
He looked away. “I tried to find out, but no luck.”
She knew he was lying, but wasn’t sure why. Bram had no reason to lie to her. After her mind ran through scenarios she dismissed it as an over active imagination, but decided to innocently question it anyway.
“That’s a half truth,” she said, still smiling.
“Maybe so, but that’s all you’re going to get.”
She studied his face. His eyes were tender, but serious. That really was all she was going to get.
“I’ll assume you are going to tell me in good time. Can we talk now, instead of having silence?”
Bram chuckled. “Yes.”
They drove ten hours to Kansas City. Ilisha stopped at a hotel and got them rooms. “Well, we’re back in Kansas where this all started.” She handed him his key card.
Holding it up between his index finger and thumb, he said, “What exactly am I supposed to do with this?”
“It’s your room key.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
At that moment, a dark shadow passed across the afternoon sun. A cloud, black as coal, blocked out the light.
Bram wrapped his arms around her and brought Ilisha to the ground behind the car. His hands covered her head.
“What is it?” she asked panicked.
“Damon.”
Turning her face just enough to look to the sky, her eyes bulged as the cloud separated into thousands of black moths. Ilisha screamed and turned her head just as the moths hit them.
The powdery feeling of wings brushed up against her as they relentlessly pounded them. She could feel parts of her long hair lift up as the moths got tangled.
“Make it stop!” she cried.
“I can’t, there’s people looking.”
Ilisha trembled. The sounds of gawking people carried through the parking lot.
“Oh my gosh, help them,” one lady yelled in a twang.
“Ilisha, you need to calm down,” Bram said trying to sooth her.
She whimpered like a child afraid of the dark.
“I told you he’d use your worst fears,” Bram whispered in her ear.
“That doesn’t help. I can’t help it. I can’t do swarming bugs.” Tears streamed down her face.
The mass of moths surrounded and engulfed them. Black wings forming an impenetrable dome. Ilisha hyperventilated, and her body stiffened with fear. Bram picked her up and held her face to his chest. She could feel his legs start to run. Seconds later, spectators screamed, and she popped her head up to see them scatter like rats from a flood, as Bram ran through the crowd toward the hotel entrance. As the doors slid closed behind them, moths pounded against the glass scaring the girl at the front desk. She squealed and ducked behind the counter, blonde hair flying over her head.
Bram sat Ilisha down in a chair, squatting in front of her. “You need to calm down.” He brushed his hands across her forehead, moving her hair from her eyes.
As Bram pulled any moths still
As she drove down the small dirt lane her mind filled with images of Bram, naked. What would it be like to be with Bram? Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. He stood waiting on the steps with a duffel bag at his feet. “Ready?” he asked, smiling.
“Yep.”
From the time they left, Bram was quiet.
“Okay, what’s with you? I’m not going to drive for four days with the silent treatment.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Oh, don’t pull that crap. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
“I don’t see this trip being easy. We’re going to have problems. I can only see your future, not Damon’s thoughts, so I don’t know what will happen until he plans it.”
“Great,” she sighed.
“We’ll just have to be extra careful.”
“When you said that a death maker is contracted—who would do that?” She knew the topic had come up before, but she never got an answer.
“Maybe someone needs you to come back to the other side early. There could be any number of reasons.”
“Yeah, but you’re my guardian angel. Wouldn’t you know who had the contract?”
He looked away. “I tried to find out, but no luck.”
She knew he was lying, but wasn’t sure why. Bram had no reason to lie to her. After her mind ran through scenarios she dismissed it as an over active imagination, but decided to innocently question it anyway.
“That’s a half truth,” she said, still smiling.
“Maybe so, but that’s all you’re going to get.”
She studied his face. His eyes were tender, but serious. That really was all she was going to get.
“I’ll assume you are going to tell me in good time. Can we talk now, instead of having silence?”
Bram chuckled. “Yes.”
They drove ten hours to Kansas City. Ilisha stopped at a hotel and got them rooms. “Well, we’re back in Kansas where this all started.” She handed him his key card.
Holding it up between his index finger and thumb, he said, “What exactly am I supposed to do with this?”
“It’s your room key.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
At that moment, a dark shadow passed across the afternoon sun. A cloud, black as coal, blocked out the light.
Bram wrapped his arms around her and brought Ilisha to the ground behind the car. His hands covered her head.
“What is it?” she asked panicked.
“Damon.”
Turning her face just enough to look to the sky, her eyes bulged as the cloud separated into thousands of black moths. Ilisha screamed and turned her head just as the moths hit them.
The powdery feeling of wings brushed up against her as they relentlessly pounded them. She could feel parts of her long hair lift up as the moths got tangled.
“Make it stop!” she cried.
“I can’t, there’s people looking.”
Ilisha trembled. The sounds of gawking people carried through the parking lot.
“Oh my gosh, help them,” one lady yelled in a twang.
“Ilisha, you need to calm down,” Bram said trying to sooth her.
She whimpered like a child afraid of the dark.
“I told you he’d use your worst fears,” Bram whispered in her ear.
“That doesn’t help. I can’t help it. I can’t do swarming bugs.” Tears streamed down her face.
The mass of moths surrounded and engulfed them. Black wings forming an impenetrable dome. Ilisha hyperventilated, and her body stiffened with fear. Bram picked her up and held her face to his chest. She could feel his legs start to run. Seconds later, spectators screamed, and she popped her head up to see them scatter like rats from a flood, as Bram ran through the crowd toward the hotel entrance. As the doors slid closed behind them, moths pounded against the glass scaring the girl at the front desk. She squealed and ducked behind the counter, blonde hair flying over her head.
Bram sat Ilisha down in a chair, squatting in front of her. “You need to calm down.” He brushed his hands across her forehead, moving her hair from her eyes.
As Bram pulled any moths still
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