women shushed me, looking around to see if anyone was within hearing distance. Only one person was, and I unguarded my mind a moment to see if she believed what she heard. She didn’t.
“You’re kidding, right? I realize that he’s a bit … well … intense, but a you-know-what?” They both looked back at me with serious, unblinking eyes. I shook my head, glancing again at the line before turning back to the two women next to me. “Ladies, the world of the supernatural is my business. I’m a Summoner; I work for an international organization that investigates paranormal activities in an attempt to prove and explain them. I know about ghosts, poltergeists, demons, both minor and major—”
“Demons?” Roxy asked. “You mean there are reallysuch things as demons? Holy cow!” She turned to her friend. “Bet you five bucks our ninth grade algebra teacher was a demon.”
Joy ignored the interruption. So did I. The feeling of doom was growing, creeping up on me, making me restless with the need to be doing something. I gnawed my lip for a moment, scanning everyone left in the book line, but without unguarding myself—something I didn’t want to do with Christian sitting over there thinking who knew what—I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my concern. I took a deep breath and returned to what I was saying. “I know witches and wizards, have sat in a Wiccan circle, and seen things that would make most people pee their pants.”
“So’ve we,” Roxy said with a grin. Joy frowned at her.
“But I’ve never, ever seen a vampire. Nor have I ever heard of anyone mention seeing one. There are just some things like were-whatevers and vampires and the Loch Ness Monster that have more basis in myth than reality. I realize your friend is a bit unusual, and heaven only knows what he’s told you, but I can assure you that he’s not …”
The skin on my back tightened uncomfortably as my head was flooded with strong emotion. I jumped up from the table and ran toward the line of people, my leg stiff and sore and slowing me down so I didn’t think I was going to make it in time. I saw the gun even before Christian did, and shouted out a warning. The bookstore employee standing next to the customer grabbed her, turning her so that the gun was pointed away from Christian … directly at me.
I tried to make my body move sideways down one of the aisles, tried to stop my headlong rush right at the madwoman who had intended to shoot Christian, but Iwas too slow. Her finger tightened on the trigger even as the bookstore employee struggled with her. Just before the bullet exploded through me, there was a rush of air, and suddenly I was lying on my back in an aisle between two rows of bookshelves, my breath knocked out by the heavy body lying on top of me. I blinked and stared up into the eyes peering down at me.
“You have mismatched eyes,” Christian said, almost against my lips. “You have the Sight.”
I was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to tip my chin up enough to taste his mouth, but instead I pulled a hand free and felt my face. My glasses had been knocked off when I was pushed aside.
“How did you do that?” I asked, extremely aware of his body resting against mine. His hair had come loose from its ponytail, flowing around our heads like a silken curtain. “How did you move faster than a bullet? Your name isn’t really Clark Kent, is it?”
He frowned. All sorts of spots on my body started tingling, especially the parts of me that were pressed against parts of him. “I believe a better question is how long you knew that woman was intending to shoot me?”
“Oh, my God, are you two all right?” It was Joy, standing at our feet.
“Are you implying I had something to do with that?” I ignored her question to ask him. “Because if you are, you can just think again. In case you’ve forgotten, I tried to help you.”
His eyes narrowed. “The store manager would have noticed the woman in
“You’re kidding, right? I realize that he’s a bit … well … intense, but a you-know-what?” They both looked back at me with serious, unblinking eyes. I shook my head, glancing again at the line before turning back to the two women next to me. “Ladies, the world of the supernatural is my business. I’m a Summoner; I work for an international organization that investigates paranormal activities in an attempt to prove and explain them. I know about ghosts, poltergeists, demons, both minor and major—”
“Demons?” Roxy asked. “You mean there are reallysuch things as demons? Holy cow!” She turned to her friend. “Bet you five bucks our ninth grade algebra teacher was a demon.”
Joy ignored the interruption. So did I. The feeling of doom was growing, creeping up on me, making me restless with the need to be doing something. I gnawed my lip for a moment, scanning everyone left in the book line, but without unguarding myself—something I didn’t want to do with Christian sitting over there thinking who knew what—I couldn’t pinpoint the source of my concern. I took a deep breath and returned to what I was saying. “I know witches and wizards, have sat in a Wiccan circle, and seen things that would make most people pee their pants.”
“So’ve we,” Roxy said with a grin. Joy frowned at her.
“But I’ve never, ever seen a vampire. Nor have I ever heard of anyone mention seeing one. There are just some things like were-whatevers and vampires and the Loch Ness Monster that have more basis in myth than reality. I realize your friend is a bit unusual, and heaven only knows what he’s told you, but I can assure you that he’s not …”
The skin on my back tightened uncomfortably as my head was flooded with strong emotion. I jumped up from the table and ran toward the line of people, my leg stiff and sore and slowing me down so I didn’t think I was going to make it in time. I saw the gun even before Christian did, and shouted out a warning. The bookstore employee standing next to the customer grabbed her, turning her so that the gun was pointed away from Christian … directly at me.
I tried to make my body move sideways down one of the aisles, tried to stop my headlong rush right at the madwoman who had intended to shoot Christian, but Iwas too slow. Her finger tightened on the trigger even as the bookstore employee struggled with her. Just before the bullet exploded through me, there was a rush of air, and suddenly I was lying on my back in an aisle between two rows of bookshelves, my breath knocked out by the heavy body lying on top of me. I blinked and stared up into the eyes peering down at me.
“You have mismatched eyes,” Christian said, almost against my lips. “You have the Sight.”
I was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire to tip my chin up enough to taste his mouth, but instead I pulled a hand free and felt my face. My glasses had been knocked off when I was pushed aside.
“How did you do that?” I asked, extremely aware of his body resting against mine. His hair had come loose from its ponytail, flowing around our heads like a silken curtain. “How did you move faster than a bullet? Your name isn’t really Clark Kent, is it?”
He frowned. All sorts of spots on my body started tingling, especially the parts of me that were pressed against parts of him. “I believe a better question is how long you knew that woman was intending to shoot me?”
“Oh, my God, are you two all right?” It was Joy, standing at our feet.
“Are you implying I had something to do with that?” I ignored her question to ask him. “Because if you are, you can just think again. In case you’ve forgotten, I tried to help you.”
His eyes narrowed. “The store manager would have noticed the woman in
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