Revenant's Kiss (Chronicles of the Afterlife) by Joyce Robles Page B

at the prospect of her first encounter with the monsters. Jennifer could
not remember a time when she had been bright, there was nothing much left of her now outside of the
iron clad stare she leveled on the enemy. "I’m sorry," Marcia finally said with a little less bounce in her
stride.
    "Don’t be," Jenny looked over at Marcia and the girl smiled as if to reassure her that she was
reliable. "Just remember one thing when we get there, everybody you see in that place is a killer, you
watch my back, I’ve got yours. If we keep it quick then they might just let us walk out alive."
    "Gee that’s comforting," Marcia shoved her hands in her pockets as they reached the car and
waited for Jennifer to unlock the doors.
    "I’m not here to comfort you Marcia, I’m here to make sure that when the time comes you can
keep yourself alive incase I can’t." Marcia didn’t respond to this comment and to her greatest relief as
they climbed into the car and she pulled out of the parking lot the medium kept any further excitement
to herself. Silence was good, for now to her it seemed golden even, because she needed time to think
out some kind of strategy that would allow the two of them to get in and out of the club alive. Getting in
would be the easy part, they let any pretty face into the building, getting back out was going to be the
tricky part. She could always handle herself, but she wasn’t in the best of shape right this moment.
Which meant it was impossible to guarantee her safety let alone another persons. Jenny took a second
to rotate her right shoulder, that one stretch sent spikes of pain through the whole arm. If she was in for
more trouble tonight, one thing was for sure, her right arm couldn’t take anymore. She didn’t plan on
arm wrestling with anybody, but you never knew how things would turn out in her line of work.
     Jennifer glanced at her coat resting on the center consol, that was one reason she could be
grateful that Marcia had decided to join her on this little outing. It was one of her favorite coats, made
of a soft black leather, it fit tight enough to look attractive, but was loose enough to conceal the Beretta,
which was the reason it was her favorite coat. It was cold enough to wear the coat, another small favor
that she could be grateful for because otherwise wearing it would have made her conspicuous.
Although being conspicuous was probably going to be the least of her problems, as if to provide her
with a distraction she didn’t need, her ribs protested at having a seat belt digging into them. Her
stomach was still in the first stages of bruising and it hurt; she still wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t broken
anything. When she had time she’d be sure to go ask the professionals whether or not she had. She’d
have one more thing to be grateful for if it really was only bruising and not the alternative.
    "Are you alright," Marcia finally asked after some silence, letting Jennifer know that she’d done
something to give away her current physical condition.
    "I’ve been worse," Jennifer assured the woman wondering what it was she’d done to give her
injury away. There was also the possibility that Marcia knew by other means, she forgot most of the
time that Marcia was a medium, she got weird vibes about people. She might even be able to sense
every single thing Jennifer felt, or at least had a hint of how serious her injuries really were. ‘Damn that
was annoying.’
    "We could wait for the others," Marcia said out of the darkness in the car beside her.
    "This can’t wait," she assured her, she was out of patients concerning explanations in the
matter. Which meant she wasn’t willing to humor the new girl about the usual things that she might have
been willing to hold her hand about. No delusions of safety, or stability, not this time because this time
it really might be a waste of breath. She was going to make it clear this very second that if she went
down tonight in that club that Marcia