should’ve stayed in her apartment and this would’ve gone fine . . .
She’d never concentrated on reading his mind because he was a police officer and probably thought about a lot of confidential information. And after that initial thought, she couldn’t read his thoughts again, even as she tried. It was as if he knew what she’d done and dropped a brick wall between them.
Still, she absolutely knew he was responsible for what was happening to her.
“Just stay back,” she told him. When he didn’t, she put both hands out, fast and instinctive, her anger bubbling over to the point where she felt unstable inside her own body. Watched two grown men fly backward as though pushed by some cosmic force.
By your force.
She spoke words she didn’t know—a chant, a prayer—out loud. Words the woman who’d pulled her from the fire had said, words that replayed themselves in her mind as she stared at the unconscious men, even as her protector came up next to her.
Had he seen what she’d done? If so, he gave no indication, merely put his hand out to her.
This time, she took it and didn’t let go.
Chapter 5
J inx watched the ghosts glide through the convenience store as he pretended to shop. The damned town was practically vibrating and the full moon approached too fast.
He and Vice were selective in their jobs now, focusing on those entities who might give them intel. And they just kept getting the same story over and over. Dire army of raised spirits. Unnatural. Rifter continued to dream of the ghost army, despite the dreamcatcher . . . and he couldn’t get back to dreamwalk with Rogue, even with Gwen’s help.
Jinx felt like half of him was missing. Tonight he’d left without telling the others, something he wasn’t supposed to do, but he couldn’t stay on lockdown forever. He’d waited until Rifter and Gwen had gone into honeymoon mode before he split.
Rifter could kill him later.
Now Jinx left his cart, full of crap he’d thrown in just to look like a shopper, and he pushed out into the night. There was nothing new to learn here and the feeling of unrest boiled through him like a fever.
A lot had changed in a matter of weeks. Hell, a lot had changed in the past twenty-four hours, ensuring they all needed backup wherever they went.
We’ve got a bead on a witch
, Brother Wolf reminded him.
We’re good.
But Jinx had the strangest feeling they were far from it. He felt useless, but grateful that Stray had found a witch, since they didn’t have time to waste. In the meantime, he’d done some research of his own on Kate Walters and discovered whom she’d gotten her powers from, wasn’t sure when the best time was to break it to the others. If there ever was.
Vice was watching Stray, and Jinx was headed home to help him. Or he’d planned to be, until an energy buzzed through him that was too strong to ignore. He drove along as his skin buzzed, the truck taking the icy roads easily as he reached for his phone to dial Vice.
“They’re here. Close. I can feel them.” His voice sounded strangled even to his own ears and he ignored it in favor of chasing down the elusive army.
“I’ll meet you.” Vice’s voice sounded slightly strained.
“Where are you?”
“Taking care of some trappers. The witch called for Stray. I think they’ve bonded.”
“Stay close to Stray and the witch. I can do this on my own.” The need to find the ghosts was more urgent now than ever. His lungs felt compressed, like he was breathing at half strength, and he pushed the pedal down harder, anxious to arrive where he needed to be and not caring if he was in one piece when he got there.
He had to do his part. He’d failed to get the witch. He couldn’t fail at this.
“I don’t like the way you sound,” Vice told him.
“I don’t like the way I feel. But they’re not getting away this time. Christ, if they’re back in full force this early—”
Vice spoke over him. “You’re not supposed
She’d never concentrated on reading his mind because he was a police officer and probably thought about a lot of confidential information. And after that initial thought, she couldn’t read his thoughts again, even as she tried. It was as if he knew what she’d done and dropped a brick wall between them.
Still, she absolutely knew he was responsible for what was happening to her.
“Just stay back,” she told him. When he didn’t, she put both hands out, fast and instinctive, her anger bubbling over to the point where she felt unstable inside her own body. Watched two grown men fly backward as though pushed by some cosmic force.
By your force.
She spoke words she didn’t know—a chant, a prayer—out loud. Words the woman who’d pulled her from the fire had said, words that replayed themselves in her mind as she stared at the unconscious men, even as her protector came up next to her.
Had he seen what she’d done? If so, he gave no indication, merely put his hand out to her.
This time, she took it and didn’t let go.
Chapter 5
J inx watched the ghosts glide through the convenience store as he pretended to shop. The damned town was practically vibrating and the full moon approached too fast.
He and Vice were selective in their jobs now, focusing on those entities who might give them intel. And they just kept getting the same story over and over. Dire army of raised spirits. Unnatural. Rifter continued to dream of the ghost army, despite the dreamcatcher . . . and he couldn’t get back to dreamwalk with Rogue, even with Gwen’s help.
Jinx felt like half of him was missing. Tonight he’d left without telling the others, something he wasn’t supposed to do, but he couldn’t stay on lockdown forever. He’d waited until Rifter and Gwen had gone into honeymoon mode before he split.
Rifter could kill him later.
Now Jinx left his cart, full of crap he’d thrown in just to look like a shopper, and he pushed out into the night. There was nothing new to learn here and the feeling of unrest boiled through him like a fever.
A lot had changed in a matter of weeks. Hell, a lot had changed in the past twenty-four hours, ensuring they all needed backup wherever they went.
We’ve got a bead on a witch
, Brother Wolf reminded him.
We’re good.
But Jinx had the strangest feeling they were far from it. He felt useless, but grateful that Stray had found a witch, since they didn’t have time to waste. In the meantime, he’d done some research of his own on Kate Walters and discovered whom she’d gotten her powers from, wasn’t sure when the best time was to break it to the others. If there ever was.
Vice was watching Stray, and Jinx was headed home to help him. Or he’d planned to be, until an energy buzzed through him that was too strong to ignore. He drove along as his skin buzzed, the truck taking the icy roads easily as he reached for his phone to dial Vice.
“They’re here. Close. I can feel them.” His voice sounded strangled even to his own ears and he ignored it in favor of chasing down the elusive army.
“I’ll meet you.” Vice’s voice sounded slightly strained.
“Where are you?”
“Taking care of some trappers. The witch called for Stray. I think they’ve bonded.”
“Stay close to Stray and the witch. I can do this on my own.” The need to find the ghosts was more urgent now than ever. His lungs felt compressed, like he was breathing at half strength, and he pushed the pedal down harder, anxious to arrive where he needed to be and not caring if he was in one piece when he got there.
He had to do his part. He’d failed to get the witch. He couldn’t fail at this.
“I don’t like the way you sound,” Vice told him.
“I don’t like the way I feel. But they’re not getting away this time. Christ, if they’re back in full force this early—”
Vice spoke over him. “You’re not supposed
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