Chapter One
Daisy slunk against the side of the convenience store as the artificial fog lowered to the asphalt. The illumination from the buzzing streetlight dimmed to a dull glow. Handy. Both for the car thief sneaking toward the hot rod parked in back as well as for Daisy—bender of sound, a mage of aural wavelengths, the para-talent who was about to take this petty crook down.
With a quiet step forward, she hummed in the back of her throat. The resonance centered her, calmed the rapid pulse galloping loud enough to rush in her ears until she was interrupted by a telepathic prod from her handler, Sean Twenty, sitting in his office at least a dozen miles away.
Just a link, and her damn body reacted—immediately—without her permission. Nipples tightened, her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed.
Daisy. Talk to me. You found the weather tinker?
Her humming stopped. Shrugging off her reaction to Sean, she backed against the brick wall and splayed her fingers on the rough, damp surface. The rogue, a nearly invisible shadow to her left, bent at the door of the car and apparently hadn’t heard her movements as he continued his efforts to steal the car. A cloak of fog, created by the thief’s para-talent in weather control, wrapped around them, dampened the sound of passing cars and disguised their presence.
Thought about my offer to go down on you. Lick you up one side, down the other, suckle your…
Daze! Sean’s tension trickled through, as it always did. She smirked and let out a deep breath. Knowing she made him suffer almost made it worth it—the sexual frustration she put up with during their mission link-ups. But not quite.
Go away! She sent her reply with a taunting image of what she did right now—staring down as she cupped her tits, pushing cleavage up to nearly spill from her dress. A tingling vibration threaded into her mind from him, ramping up her response, making her press her ass against the wall, seeking pressure. The air thickened in her lungs and she squeezed herself. Then Sean drew back a bit, the thread popped and a sense of wariness replaced the awareness he had for her.
She dropped her hands with a disgusted shake of her head. Sean did nothing but distract and frustrate her. She’d lived with it for a decade. Another night would make no difference. Yet, at times, his sexy yet dissonant tone in her head made her want anything but for him to go away.
With a roll of her shoulders, she sighed out a long breath before filling her lungs again with the damp fog. Time to work.
The scent and flavor of gasoline mingled in the humid air. I found him, in his hunting grounds where the Hillcrest mages said he’d be. I’m going to give him a low-level hum to knock him out. Then you can send in the good guys.
Wait for Griffin. He is still at the tinker’s last known address. He hasn’t broken into the car, yet. We have time. His telepathic projection pitched low, comforting, but he didn’t push into her mind to force her to do as he asked. He never had.
No. I’ll take care of the rogue now. No need to wait on Griffin .
Do your job. And come home .
Home was at CTF, Cinder Task Force, headquartered at a sprawling ranch that housed an extended family of paranormal talents. They served as a watch group, guarding the secrets of the mage world by keeping rogues like this one from getting them all into trouble. Home. Where her handler lived and she only visited.
I’ll come back tonight if you’ll finally show your face.
A hesitation, then the expected, You know I can’t .
Then I’ll see ya when I see ya . But she’d never seen him. Ever. If the Cinder brothers hadn’t insisted the elusive Sean Twenty existed, she’d think she had an imaginary friend in her head to add to the rest of her troubles. For all that she sometimes wanted to ignore him, Sean kept her from the last step into chaos. The chaos of her powers, which she lovingly called her banshee, a separate part of her that came to
Daisy slunk against the side of the convenience store as the artificial fog lowered to the asphalt. The illumination from the buzzing streetlight dimmed to a dull glow. Handy. Both for the car thief sneaking toward the hot rod parked in back as well as for Daisy—bender of sound, a mage of aural wavelengths, the para-talent who was about to take this petty crook down.
With a quiet step forward, she hummed in the back of her throat. The resonance centered her, calmed the rapid pulse galloping loud enough to rush in her ears until she was interrupted by a telepathic prod from her handler, Sean Twenty, sitting in his office at least a dozen miles away.
Just a link, and her damn body reacted—immediately—without her permission. Nipples tightened, her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed.
Daisy. Talk to me. You found the weather tinker?
Her humming stopped. Shrugging off her reaction to Sean, she backed against the brick wall and splayed her fingers on the rough, damp surface. The rogue, a nearly invisible shadow to her left, bent at the door of the car and apparently hadn’t heard her movements as he continued his efforts to steal the car. A cloak of fog, created by the thief’s para-talent in weather control, wrapped around them, dampened the sound of passing cars and disguised their presence.
Thought about my offer to go down on you. Lick you up one side, down the other, suckle your…
Daze! Sean’s tension trickled through, as it always did. She smirked and let out a deep breath. Knowing she made him suffer almost made it worth it—the sexual frustration she put up with during their mission link-ups. But not quite.
Go away! She sent her reply with a taunting image of what she did right now—staring down as she cupped her tits, pushing cleavage up to nearly spill from her dress. A tingling vibration threaded into her mind from him, ramping up her response, making her press her ass against the wall, seeking pressure. The air thickened in her lungs and she squeezed herself. Then Sean drew back a bit, the thread popped and a sense of wariness replaced the awareness he had for her.
She dropped her hands with a disgusted shake of her head. Sean did nothing but distract and frustrate her. She’d lived with it for a decade. Another night would make no difference. Yet, at times, his sexy yet dissonant tone in her head made her want anything but for him to go away.
With a roll of her shoulders, she sighed out a long breath before filling her lungs again with the damp fog. Time to work.
The scent and flavor of gasoline mingled in the humid air. I found him, in his hunting grounds where the Hillcrest mages said he’d be. I’m going to give him a low-level hum to knock him out. Then you can send in the good guys.
Wait for Griffin. He is still at the tinker’s last known address. He hasn’t broken into the car, yet. We have time. His telepathic projection pitched low, comforting, but he didn’t push into her mind to force her to do as he asked. He never had.
No. I’ll take care of the rogue now. No need to wait on Griffin .
Do your job. And come home .
Home was at CTF, Cinder Task Force, headquartered at a sprawling ranch that housed an extended family of paranormal talents. They served as a watch group, guarding the secrets of the mage world by keeping rogues like this one from getting them all into trouble. Home. Where her handler lived and she only visited.
I’ll come back tonight if you’ll finally show your face.
A hesitation, then the expected, You know I can’t .
Then I’ll see ya when I see ya . But she’d never seen him. Ever. If the Cinder brothers hadn’t insisted the elusive Sean Twenty existed, she’d think she had an imaginary friend in her head to add to the rest of her troubles. For all that she sometimes wanted to ignore him, Sean kept her from the last step into chaos. The chaos of her powers, which she lovingly called her banshee, a separate part of her that came to
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