that."
This had gotten way to chummy for Sebastian's taste. More screaming needed to happen. Right away.
He turned up the machine. Hollering never sounded so sweet.
* * * *
Alexa got off the plane in Portland and stretched her arms over her head. The airport was quiet. She'd had to change planes in Atlanta to go directly into Portland. New Orleans International had been busy, Atlanta extraordinarily crowded, and Portland, Maine downright quiet in comparison.
Gabriel had never answered her e-mail, which had made her want to throw the computer out of the window. Instead, she'd broken a vase. Shaking her head, she walked toward baggage claim wheeling her carry-on behind her.
She'd opened her power, the one that let her find all the members of the cult, and felt for Gabriel. With the exception of one person who was, ironically, in New Orleans down the road from her, the others had all congregated in Maine. So she'd boarded a plane and went on her way.
Gabriel would be seeing her whether he wanted to or not. He had to get her in so she could destroy them.
She smiled at a woman and then stopped abruptly. She didn't look right. Alexa could see colors around her head. Alexa rubbed at her eyes. She'd never seen auras before. Was she having some kind of headache? Looking to the left, she saw it on another woman, only her aura didn't have greens and blues, but rather she was almost black.
Turning toward Alexa, the woman smiled.
"Welcome, Alexa. The battle has been waiting for you."
Alexa shrieked, grabbing her bag and running down toward the baggage claim. How had that woman known her, and why did she have black all around her head? Everyone she looked at just seemed…wrong.
She shook her head. Hell, she'd bang her head against the wall if it would make it stop. Finally, things started to right themselves. The halos around everyone's head faded until they vanished completely.
Her breathing regulated itself, and she stuck her hands in her pockets. What had just happened? People stared as they walked by. She couldn't blame them. If she saw someone acting like she did in an airport, she'd stare too.
"Sebastian," she said aloud, "I'm a big giant mess without you." And not a hot mess, either. A huge disgusting version.
With her head held high, even as her soul felt like it might drop down to her feet, she kept walking toward the baggage claim. She had a plan; she needed to stick to it.
The cult members needed to die. She could lose her mind after that.
* * * *
Zane stared at Gia as he sipped his beer. They'd been hanging out together now for the better part of a day. He still hadn't told her what he was doing in Portland, and she hadn't asked.
Why couldn't he want to fuck this woman? She was hot. He just didn't care.
"So, I came to Portland because a voice told me to. I've been sort of constantly harassed by voices since an old woman told me I was something weird, something other than human." He took a large pull at the beer. "Are you wanting to run away now?"
"No." She drummed her fingers on the table. "Come with me."
He stood up, following her from the room.
Hopefully, she wasn't going to take him to either the loony bin or anywhere where she expected to have sex. He wasn't drunk enough and didn't know if he could bring to mind the image of his fantasy woman. The one he'd made up in his mind, the only one who could get him hard. His perfect girl, who was engulfed in flames.
If the Outsider crap proved true then he had a soul mate. Maybe he'd be able to get it up for her too. A guy could dream.
Gia took him up the back stairs of the bar into an apartment above it. "You live up here?"
She nodded. "When I came to town, I told the owner to give it to me. He moved the current tenants out, and I moved right in."
"How did you manage that?" In Zane's case, he would have called on his voice to make it happen. The special talent he tried not to use.
"I let him touch my arm. After that he did whatever I
This had gotten way to chummy for Sebastian's taste. More screaming needed to happen. Right away.
He turned up the machine. Hollering never sounded so sweet.
* * * *
Alexa got off the plane in Portland and stretched her arms over her head. The airport was quiet. She'd had to change planes in Atlanta to go directly into Portland. New Orleans International had been busy, Atlanta extraordinarily crowded, and Portland, Maine downright quiet in comparison.
Gabriel had never answered her e-mail, which had made her want to throw the computer out of the window. Instead, she'd broken a vase. Shaking her head, she walked toward baggage claim wheeling her carry-on behind her.
She'd opened her power, the one that let her find all the members of the cult, and felt for Gabriel. With the exception of one person who was, ironically, in New Orleans down the road from her, the others had all congregated in Maine. So she'd boarded a plane and went on her way.
Gabriel would be seeing her whether he wanted to or not. He had to get her in so she could destroy them.
She smiled at a woman and then stopped abruptly. She didn't look right. Alexa could see colors around her head. Alexa rubbed at her eyes. She'd never seen auras before. Was she having some kind of headache? Looking to the left, she saw it on another woman, only her aura didn't have greens and blues, but rather she was almost black.
Turning toward Alexa, the woman smiled.
"Welcome, Alexa. The battle has been waiting for you."
Alexa shrieked, grabbing her bag and running down toward the baggage claim. How had that woman known her, and why did she have black all around her head? Everyone she looked at just seemed…wrong.
She shook her head. Hell, she'd bang her head against the wall if it would make it stop. Finally, things started to right themselves. The halos around everyone's head faded until they vanished completely.
Her breathing regulated itself, and she stuck her hands in her pockets. What had just happened? People stared as they walked by. She couldn't blame them. If she saw someone acting like she did in an airport, she'd stare too.
"Sebastian," she said aloud, "I'm a big giant mess without you." And not a hot mess, either. A huge disgusting version.
With her head held high, even as her soul felt like it might drop down to her feet, she kept walking toward the baggage claim. She had a plan; she needed to stick to it.
The cult members needed to die. She could lose her mind after that.
* * * *
Zane stared at Gia as he sipped his beer. They'd been hanging out together now for the better part of a day. He still hadn't told her what he was doing in Portland, and she hadn't asked.
Why couldn't he want to fuck this woman? She was hot. He just didn't care.
"So, I came to Portland because a voice told me to. I've been sort of constantly harassed by voices since an old woman told me I was something weird, something other than human." He took a large pull at the beer. "Are you wanting to run away now?"
"No." She drummed her fingers on the table. "Come with me."
He stood up, following her from the room.
Hopefully, she wasn't going to take him to either the loony bin or anywhere where she expected to have sex. He wasn't drunk enough and didn't know if he could bring to mind the image of his fantasy woman. The one he'd made up in his mind, the only one who could get him hard. His perfect girl, who was engulfed in flames.
If the Outsider crap proved true then he had a soul mate. Maybe he'd be able to get it up for her too. A guy could dream.
Gia took him up the back stairs of the bar into an apartment above it. "You live up here?"
She nodded. "When I came to town, I told the owner to give it to me. He moved the current tenants out, and I moved right in."
"How did you manage that?" In Zane's case, he would have called on his voice to make it happen. The special talent he tried not to use.
"I let him touch my arm. After that he did whatever I
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