her trust, so she didn’t distance herself. Then he would learn her secrets, like why she seemed to fear what she was and what she could do.
He really was tempted to call her brother and ask him, but he wouldn’t do that. This was a challenge he was going to see through himself. For now, he would give Amethyst her space, and build her trust. He was a hunter, he was patient, and he had a feeling that Amethyst was worth the wait. Besides, an old friend always told him that a slow seduction was always worth the wait.
Chapter 3
Preston’s stomach heaved as his feet hit the pavement. Robert had translocated them to the front steps of the hospital. At least he had the decency to give Preston a few minutes to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth.
“You okay?” Robert asked as he rubbed his eyes.
It was barely six in the morning when Preston got the call from Jarvis , telling him to go investigate the damned morgue because Carl’s corpse got up and walked away. Carl was the piece of shit warlock who nearly put sweet, innocent Amethyst in that sick fuck Jarvis’ hands. The urge to punch something ran deep but he bit back the snarl and narrowed his eyes.
“Fi ne,” Preston grumbled. “I want to find out what in the hell is going on.”
“What did Jarvis say?”
“That Carl’s body is gone. That his corpse got up and left. It’s on the damned camera, but I don’t understand how that is even possible, or why the bastard waited three days to tell me.” Preston shoved the door open and headed for the elevator to take him down to the morgue.
Robert grabbed Preston’s a rm to pull him to a stop. “Wait. The body is gone? Video caught it?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “That’s not even possible.”
“No shit. Now let’s go.” Preston jerked his arm away and decided to take the stairs to blow off some steam. Amethyst didn’t deserve any of this mess. He had a really bad feeling about whatever was coming. It was deep in his gut, and he’d had it ever since he first saw Carl’s corpse.
Robert hurried after him. “Okay, I understand that this is bad news, but why the rush?”
Preston shoved his hands through his hair. “I’m worried. I felt something at Carl’s place, but it was just out of reach, and something I couldn’t put my finger on. I thought the fact that he stabbed himself through the heart was wrong, but there was no struggle, nothing. So, what if I missed something?”
He pushed through the doors, and before he could open his mouth to talk to the technician, Robert put the tech to sleep with a simple touch and started for the door.
“Well, that’ s easier,” Preston grumbled.
Robert lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “I thought we were in a hurry. This is your case, though. What do you want from me?”
“Find the footage and get a copy. I know you can work your magic. I’ll go look for any clues.”
He stepped into the unnaturally cold room. The air grew denser, and something dark pressed in on him. It was the residual of something he had never felt.
“What the fuck?” he whispered as he went to the drawer Carl was supposed to be in. He took a deep breath and yanked it open. The body was certainly gone, but there were smudges of a dark substance on the sheet and slab.
Without thinking, he reached out to touch, but just the feel of the energy was enough for him to jerk his hand back before he came into contact with it. He fumbled with a vial and managed to scoop some into it and cap the container. The primordial presence vibrated its way up his arm and down his spine, leaving his teeth chattering as he rushed out of the room.
He ran straight into Robert who caught him by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”
Shaking his head, he held up the vial.
“What is that?”
“Don’t know,” Preston admitted. “Something bad, really fucking bad.”
“What’s your next move?” Robert asked, obviously not bailing. Not like Mr. Buzzkill had anywhere
He really was tempted to call her brother and ask him, but he wouldn’t do that. This was a challenge he was going to see through himself. For now, he would give Amethyst her space, and build her trust. He was a hunter, he was patient, and he had a feeling that Amethyst was worth the wait. Besides, an old friend always told him that a slow seduction was always worth the wait.
Chapter 3
Preston’s stomach heaved as his feet hit the pavement. Robert had translocated them to the front steps of the hospital. At least he had the decency to give Preston a few minutes to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth.
“You okay?” Robert asked as he rubbed his eyes.
It was barely six in the morning when Preston got the call from Jarvis , telling him to go investigate the damned morgue because Carl’s corpse got up and walked away. Carl was the piece of shit warlock who nearly put sweet, innocent Amethyst in that sick fuck Jarvis’ hands. The urge to punch something ran deep but he bit back the snarl and narrowed his eyes.
“Fi ne,” Preston grumbled. “I want to find out what in the hell is going on.”
“What did Jarvis say?”
“That Carl’s body is gone. That his corpse got up and left. It’s on the damned camera, but I don’t understand how that is even possible, or why the bastard waited three days to tell me.” Preston shoved the door open and headed for the elevator to take him down to the morgue.
Robert grabbed Preston’s a rm to pull him to a stop. “Wait. The body is gone? Video caught it?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “That’s not even possible.”
“No shit. Now let’s go.” Preston jerked his arm away and decided to take the stairs to blow off some steam. Amethyst didn’t deserve any of this mess. He had a really bad feeling about whatever was coming. It was deep in his gut, and he’d had it ever since he first saw Carl’s corpse.
Robert hurried after him. “Okay, I understand that this is bad news, but why the rush?”
Preston shoved his hands through his hair. “I’m worried. I felt something at Carl’s place, but it was just out of reach, and something I couldn’t put my finger on. I thought the fact that he stabbed himself through the heart was wrong, but there was no struggle, nothing. So, what if I missed something?”
He pushed through the doors, and before he could open his mouth to talk to the technician, Robert put the tech to sleep with a simple touch and started for the door.
“Well, that’ s easier,” Preston grumbled.
Robert lifted his shoulder in a shrug. “I thought we were in a hurry. This is your case, though. What do you want from me?”
“Find the footage and get a copy. I know you can work your magic. I’ll go look for any clues.”
He stepped into the unnaturally cold room. The air grew denser, and something dark pressed in on him. It was the residual of something he had never felt.
“What the fuck?” he whispered as he went to the drawer Carl was supposed to be in. He took a deep breath and yanked it open. The body was certainly gone, but there were smudges of a dark substance on the sheet and slab.
Without thinking, he reached out to touch, but just the feel of the energy was enough for him to jerk his hand back before he came into contact with it. He fumbled with a vial and managed to scoop some into it and cap the container. The primordial presence vibrated its way up his arm and down his spine, leaving his teeth chattering as he rushed out of the room.
He ran straight into Robert who caught him by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”
Shaking his head, he held up the vial.
“What is that?”
“Don’t know,” Preston admitted. “Something bad, really fucking bad.”
“What’s your next move?” Robert asked, obviously not bailing. Not like Mr. Buzzkill had anywhere
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