in his tone made the hairs on the back of Celine’s neck stand up. And she watched as he lifted a hand, held it up while he stared out into the twilight. “Don’t you feel it?” Rob said quietly. “I follow fear… Jacob, he follows dreams and regrets. You, you follow us. But can’t you feel it?”
“I feel the fear,” Will said. “It’s part of why I’m here.”
“What, you mean you’re not here just to check on me?” Celine quipped. She didn’t know what they were talking about. Jacob followed dreams?
Dreams ? What…?
Pieces of a forgotten puzzle started to fall into place into her mind, but before the big picture was clear, Will had his hand on her arm. “Close your eyes, if you would.”
Not again —
But that was the only thought she had time for before light flared and he was moving her through it. She thought it would be like traveling through whatever weird vortex Jacob used.
It wasn’t. It was faster, over in almost a blink, and although her stomach fell away, that was the only sensation. Even as she caught her breath, it was over.
Will let her arm go and moved away. “Get ready. We need to find Jacob—he’s gone looking for more trouble than he needs right now.”
Jacob—
Dreams.
He followed dreams…
He took me into Gavin’s dreams.
“No time for figuring things out right now,” Will bit off.
She swore and spun away, staring around the house with some surprise. Jogging to her room, she jerked off her damp tank top, scrambling for the clothes she wore when she went out for nasty chores like demon slaying.
She felt a weird tickle on her spine, then heard a voice. Rob whoever. How had he gotten here so fast?
“Do you think you can control yourself enough to go help him?” Will asked.
“There’s plenty of other things I can kill, right?”
That was all she heard before that weird tickle danced down her spine again. He was gone—the weird, freaky Grimm.
Shoving her feet into her boots, she laced them up and shoved her blades into the sheathes on the sides before turning to her weapons trunk.
Knives, gun—actually, she grabbed the modified holster Finn had rigged up for her, similar to the one he loved so much. Two guns now, and extra ammo. More knives, then her bladed staff.
“Ready?”
She turned and saw Will in the doorway. “I’m loaded for bear. Or demon.” Nervously, she stroked a hand down her staff as she crossed to him. “What’s going on? Jacob can handle himself.”
“Not when he bites off more than he can chew—on purpose.” The hard, icy look on Will’s face as he skimmed a look over her didn’t do anything to settle the jittery feeling in her gut.
Recalling something from her dreams, she asked softly, “Did he used to bite off more than he could chew a lot?”
“Generally, no. A hell of a scrapper, he was. But you know what chances a mortal has against a demon. There have been a few times, yes. Now is one—we have to go.”
Chapter Nine
Jacob was pretty sure he’d live through this mess. It was going to require a blessed amount of luck, and quite a lot of time spent in stasis—he suspected he was missing a kidney, or at least part of one. Organs were a bitch to regenerate.
Blood was flowing just a little too freely—his own—and he’d found something he hadn’t expected. Humans. They’d been a complication, an unwelcome one. He’d needed to see to their safety and the only way to do that was to keep them silent so they didn’t distract him, and out of the way . He’d shoved them into a deep, dark sleep, another extension of his gift. He might have pushed too hard—they could easily sleep for the next forty-eight hours.
If he survived, they’d be all right. If . He had an easy position to defend, his back to the room he’d found them in, and he could pick off the demons two or three at a time as they tried to rush him. Fools—they would have been wiser to put the mortals in an open room, instead of tucking them into some
“I feel the fear,” Will said. “It’s part of why I’m here.”
“What, you mean you’re not here just to check on me?” Celine quipped. She didn’t know what they were talking about. Jacob followed dreams?
Dreams ? What…?
Pieces of a forgotten puzzle started to fall into place into her mind, but before the big picture was clear, Will had his hand on her arm. “Close your eyes, if you would.”
Not again —
But that was the only thought she had time for before light flared and he was moving her through it. She thought it would be like traveling through whatever weird vortex Jacob used.
It wasn’t. It was faster, over in almost a blink, and although her stomach fell away, that was the only sensation. Even as she caught her breath, it was over.
Will let her arm go and moved away. “Get ready. We need to find Jacob—he’s gone looking for more trouble than he needs right now.”
Jacob—
Dreams.
He followed dreams…
He took me into Gavin’s dreams.
“No time for figuring things out right now,” Will bit off.
She swore and spun away, staring around the house with some surprise. Jogging to her room, she jerked off her damp tank top, scrambling for the clothes she wore when she went out for nasty chores like demon slaying.
She felt a weird tickle on her spine, then heard a voice. Rob whoever. How had he gotten here so fast?
“Do you think you can control yourself enough to go help him?” Will asked.
“There’s plenty of other things I can kill, right?”
That was all she heard before that weird tickle danced down her spine again. He was gone—the weird, freaky Grimm.
Shoving her feet into her boots, she laced them up and shoved her blades into the sheathes on the sides before turning to her weapons trunk.
Knives, gun—actually, she grabbed the modified holster Finn had rigged up for her, similar to the one he loved so much. Two guns now, and extra ammo. More knives, then her bladed staff.
“Ready?”
She turned and saw Will in the doorway. “I’m loaded for bear. Or demon.” Nervously, she stroked a hand down her staff as she crossed to him. “What’s going on? Jacob can handle himself.”
“Not when he bites off more than he can chew—on purpose.” The hard, icy look on Will’s face as he skimmed a look over her didn’t do anything to settle the jittery feeling in her gut.
Recalling something from her dreams, she asked softly, “Did he used to bite off more than he could chew a lot?”
“Generally, no. A hell of a scrapper, he was. But you know what chances a mortal has against a demon. There have been a few times, yes. Now is one—we have to go.”
Chapter Nine
Jacob was pretty sure he’d live through this mess. It was going to require a blessed amount of luck, and quite a lot of time spent in stasis—he suspected he was missing a kidney, or at least part of one. Organs were a bitch to regenerate.
Blood was flowing just a little too freely—his own—and he’d found something he hadn’t expected. Humans. They’d been a complication, an unwelcome one. He’d needed to see to their safety and the only way to do that was to keep them silent so they didn’t distract him, and out of the way . He’d shoved them into a deep, dark sleep, another extension of his gift. He might have pushed too hard—they could easily sleep for the next forty-eight hours.
If he survived, they’d be all right. If . He had an easy position to defend, his back to the room he’d found them in, and he could pick off the demons two or three at a time as they tried to rush him. Fools—they would have been wiser to put the mortals in an open room, instead of tucking them into some
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