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  Eyeing her watch quickly—forty-six minutes, still okay—she glanced around once more, then gave him an impatient lift of her chin. Please tell me I’m not going to shift and kill him. “Let’s get twitching or chanting or whatever you do.”

  “I need you close for this to work.”

  “How close?” Call her jumpy, but this whole majik thing had destroyed any comfort zone.

  He sighed at some silent thought. “Close enough to put my hands on your shoulders. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  She knew he wouldn’t harm her just like he knew that if he did, she’d make him pay dearly. Standing inside Storm’s personal space didn’t bother her, not really.

  Not if she didn’t look at his mouth and think about how she could still feel his lips from when he’d kissed her yesterday.

  “You’re running out of time, Evalle.”

  Handing over control of her body—an Alterant body—to anyone with powers or majik had to be a bad idea on so many levels. She’d been forced to do this recently with a Sterling witch named Adrianna and hadn’t like that one bit.

  But Storm wasn’t Adrianna.

  She stepped up to him. “Let’s do it.”

  His hands settled on her shoulders with a firm but gentle grip. “Shut your eyes.”

  “Why can’t I watch?” Her pulse strummed wildly enough without the thought of doing this completely blind.

  What if she had a reaction? What if . . .

  “You’ve got twenty minutes before you have to leave for Woodruff Park if you don’t want to run, and I need eight of those to work my majik. The faster we get this done, the sooner you get moving. What’s it going to be?”

  “Sure you can do this without turning me into a toad?” she grumbled.

  His eyes twinkled with a smile. “If I do, I’ll kiss you and turn you into a princess.”

  She had no clever comeback. The only time she’d spent with men had been fighting alongside them or battling an evil one.

  Until Storm.

  All her worst fears surfaced. She might snap and turn into a monster if she allowed him to do this. If that happened, she could kill him in seconds. He knew that, but he just watched her patiently with no more concern than if he faced a meter maid.

  She gave up and closed her eyes.

  His fingers started massaging her neck and shoulders. “This will go quicker and be easier on both of us if you don’t fight me.”

  She let out a long breath and nodded her agreement.

  When Storm spoke again his voice came out low and husky with words she didn’t recognize. The cadence rose and fell gently. His fingers moved in rhythm with his voice, weaving touch and sound. Her muscles surrendered every knot. His voice filled her mind and curled around her until her skin tingled as if tiny stars danced along her exposed arms. Needle-sharp points of pain and pleasure pricked her spine too quickly to be defined separately.

  Vibrations from his voice smoothed out and spun into a web of sound that wrapped around and around her until she floated within a cloud of his presence . . . of him. Above the world, surrounded in a warm cocoon of his voice and scent.

  Protected.

  The rhythm of his words began to fade. She felt his knuckles skim her collarbone when he lifted the amulet.

  Was he taking it with him after all?

  “Evalle?”

  She mumbled, “Huh?”

  “I’m done. Open your eyes. You have to leave. The Tribunal meeting.”

  Tribunal . . . gods and goddesses . . . midnight. That’s what she had to do.

  She opened her eyes and realized she no longer stood an arm’s length away in front of him. He held her against his chest, rubbing her back lightly.

  Heat spread from every place he touched her, warming her skin from the inside out. She shivered at the intimate feel, surprised at how much she wanted to stay here in his arms when she’d barely tolerated any touch in the past.

  Was that a side effect of his majik?

  What else had happened?

  She pushed up from his chest and shook her head. That cleared some of the haze in her mind. When she stepped out of his arms, Evalle blinked until she could see clearly again.

  Good news? She hadn’t killed Storm.

  Hallelujah for that, but he studied her with worried eyes.

  Not the expression she wanted to see after playing voodoo doll for him. “What’s wrong?”

  “That shouldn’t have happened,” he mumbled to himself. His cell phone dinged with a text message.

  She asked, “What shouldn’t have happened?”

  His face closed down as tight as a bank on a holiday. “Hold on.” He looked at his cell phone. “They need me at Brookwood Station to track something.”

  “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.”

  “We’re all set. I’ll be able to find you.”

  She’d held a tight leash on her anxiety for hours now and had no patience left for vague answers. “You know what? I don’t feel any different, so I doubt your witch-doctor majik took anyhow.”

  That got his attention. “Oh, it took, Eve.”

  “My name’s Evalle. Not Eve.” Eve meant “life” in Hebrew. What a crock, since everybody who mattered thought Alterant meant “death” in any language. Crossing her arms, she told him, “Fine. If you’re not going to tell me what’s not right, then don’t expect my help later on.”

  She turned to leave.

  “Wait.” He hooked his fingers around her arm, turning her back to him, then pulled her hands up to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Nothing went wrong with the majik. You have to know by now that I would never harm you.”

  She wanted to think her heart beat like a jungle drum because he’d annoyed her with being evasive and not from a crazy vibration of current that jolted her when his lips touched her skin. He still had explaining to do. “So why did you say, ‘That shouldn’t have happened’?”

  His gaze swept over her head and around her shoulders. “The majik affected your aura.”

  She didn’t see auras because her DNA had failed to offer that option, but she’d recently been told that hers was silver. She hadn’t realized Storm could see hers. “What? Is it brighter or something?”

  “Bright would be a fair description.” He gritted his teeth as if he suffered a moment of pain.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” He drew a sharp breath that made her think he’d hurt himself somehow. He gritted out, “You need to get moving.”

  But now she’d have to walk into the Tribunal meeting shining like a chromed-out Harley. “How long will this shiny stuff last?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ll try to have an answer when I see you again.”

  That could be never. “Don’t you mean if you see me again?” No matter how exceptional Storm was at tracking, she couldn’t bank on anyone saving her.

  Storm’s thumb stopped stroking her knuckles and his fingers tightened on her hand. “I will come for you.”

  “I got it. You need help tracking this important woman.”

  A woman he’d risk his life to find again.

  What woman could have been close enough to Storm to have held that kind of power over him in the past and drive him to this point now? A past lover?

  And why did knowing that he only wanted to find Evalle for that one reason feel like a paper cut doused with lemon juice?

  Because her brain had wandered off into Stupid Land. That had to be the only explanation for this ridiculous feeling of aggravation about what this woman meant to him.

  Evalle would thump herself if her hands were free.

  She wasn’t dating Storm.

  She didn’t date anyone.

  He smiled at her. “There is one more reason I have to find you.”

  She gave him an incredulous look. “Do I look like one-stop shopping for solving your problems? I’m running out of patience faster than time, so this better be good. What else do you need me to do?”
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br />   He let go of her hands, then cupped her face and lowered his head. “This.”

  Then he kissed her. He didn’t touch her anywhere else except her face and with those amazing lips.

  She’d thought yesterday’s kiss had been pretty spectacular. This one topped that one hands down. And she had a strange feeling he could move into another level that would melt her where she stood. Her thoughts scattered under a deluge of emotion from surprise to hunger to happy. She’d keep happy.

  Kissing Storm made her feel like a weed that had never known anything but drought and his lips were a summer rain, flooding her with a life energy that pushed her to grow.

  He made her want more, made her want to feel more.

  His mouth took her places she’d never visited with a man. She had little to compare kissing him to, but this man could probably win a trophy with his lips.

  Hunger for something she didn’t want to name crept through her. He held her mouth captive, her lips unwilling to escape.

  Then he lifted his head.

  For a fleeting moment, she wanted to ask him to do that again . . . until she met his eyes. Dark embers burned hot with desire to do far more than kiss her.

  His cell phone buzzed again and he released her face. “You better leave now, while I’ll still let you.”

  His gaze dropped to where she twisted his shirt in her grip.

  She let go and jumped back. The blasted meeting! Had the majik he’d used on her wiped out brain cells?

  To be fair, even she couldn’t blame her lapse of attention on the majik. “If I’m late—”

  “Don’t be,” he warned. “You can make that mile in plenty of time.”

  Fast as her heart slammed the wall of her chest she should have been able to take a giant leap and land in the park, but she didn’t have that ability either.

  Storm walked with her to the stairs that led to the upstairs parking deck facing the CNN building. He told her, “See you soon,” and took off up the steps, disappearing into the dark.

  Evalle continued on in the opposite direction. She had nineteen minutes left to cover the length of the parking deck, cross the tracks and reach Marietta Street, then zip down to Woodruff Park . . . in the opposite direction.

  Piece of cake. She could make it easily without breaking a sweat because of her Belador speed, but she’d have to be careful not to allow a human to see her.

  She’d still arrive in enough time to see Tzader and Quinn.

  Frigid air rushed past her face and arms. Out of survival instinct, she paused to determine what energy had approached her.

  Unintelligible words murmured and hissed through the chilly whip of air.

  Ah. A Nightstalker trying to make contact with her.

  One she didn’t know. These ghoul informants traded intel on supernatural activity for ten minutes of human form. All it took was a quick handshake with someone who wielded power, like her, for the ghoul’s form to solidify.

  But this one hadn’t yet mastered basic communication skills without being in a corporeal form. Evalle could burn twenty minutes she didn’t have just trying to figure out how to communicate with the ghoul.

  A sense of duty thumped at her conscience, but she said, “I can’t help you right now, but I’ll send someone else soon who can.”

  The minute the energy quieted she took several steps and hit another wall of cold air.

  This Nightstalker swirled around Evalle’s face, temporarily blurring her vision. He whispered in a wobbling voice, “I have a warning. Shake now.”

  She hated passing up a chance for information if something significant was going down in Atlanta.

  Especially if they knew anything about another Alterant turning from human to beast.

  But even an experienced Nightstalker could take time she no longer had to share. That’s why she liked to work with one Nightstalker named Grady, whom she could make get to the point when necessary.

  But Grady hung out over by Grady Hospital, the origin of the nickname she’d given him, and she could not shake hands with him anytime soon again.

  Not after helping him out last night.

  What could have the ghouls down here so stirred up? This couldn’t wait, but she had no business slowing down to spend time on something she had no control over.

  She’d tell Tzader.

  Pushing past the cold zone, she called him telepathically. Z? You at the park?

  Where are you? he snapped at her. You got something more important to do than make this meeting? You know how close you are on time?

  Yes! Give me a little credit.

  Silence filled her head. Tzader had a way of making loud statements without a word. Do you really think I’d risk ticking off a Tribunal?

  Not intentionally. The wry chuckle in his voice softened his dig. What do you need?

  Freedom and peace of mind, but someone else had gotten that fate. Two people cared what happened to her, Tzader and Quinn. Well, three, if you counted Feenix.

  And what about Storm?

  That was complicated. She knew he cared, but she didn’t know why.

  She told Tzader, I’m walking past a lot of agitated Night-stalkers in the lower parking deck near my apartment. Something’s up.

  Don’t slow down over there.

  She caught the warning in his voice, which had more to do with her safety than being late. I’m not exactly defenseless, Z.

  Quinn and I wish you’d realize you’re not exactly indestructible either. I’ll check out the Nightstalkers after you get to the park.

  What if it’s important?

  It’ll wait until I know you’re at the Tribunal meeting.

  No point in arguing with Tzader when he clearly had his mind made up. I need you to do me a favor and return the amulet I have to Nicole.

  Tzader grumbled something low and dangerous, then said, You making out a will, too? You are coming home after this meeting. Brina will be there for you and she’ll make this right.

  I know. Not really. Evalle had her doubts about their Belador warrior queen convincing the Tribunal to leave even one Alterant free to roam the streets. Rather than address that, Evalle told Tzader, Taking the amulet off my hands would make facing them easier if I’m not thinking about anything else.

  The amulet warmed against her skin. She glanced down to see it glowing in the shadowy darkness.

  What was up with that?

  Another Nightstalker wavered in and out of form, trying to waylay her. What threat had entered the city?

  Tzader relented with, Fine. Just get here.

  I’ll be there soon, but what if . . .

  What if what?

  This Nightstalker activity has to do with an Alterant attack, like the ones on the West Coast?

  I was going to tell you about that when you got here. Where’d you hear?

  She hesitated at the idea of punking out Storm, but then she remembered where he’d gotten the intel. Storm told me. He heard the news from VIPER. Think the Night-stalkers are worked up over another Alterant in the city?

  We’ve got everyone on alert and no one has heard of any Alterants shifting here yet.

  Okay. I’m on the way.

  One more thing, Evalle, since we won’t have much time when you get here. Do us both a favor and don’t give Sen any grief tonight, okay? It won’t help your case.

  I hear you. I’ll be the perfect little prisoner.

  She could have sworn she’d heard Tzader sigh, but she didn’t need a reminder tonight.

  If she wasn’t standing in that park when Sen showed up to escort her to the meeting, she was toast. As the VIPER liaison, Sen would teleport her from Woodruff Park in downtown Atlanta to the Nether Realm, a parallel universe where the Tribunal convened. He’d like nothing better than for her to step into the park five seconds past midnight.

  He hated her.

  Right back at ya, Sen. Although hate required an emotion. He was more like a boil on her life she’d like to lance with a sledgehammer.

>   He was dreaming if he thought she’d miss this meeting.

  A cry ripped through the air.

  Evalle had just crossed a section of the old railway tracks covered by the parking structure. She slid to a stop and turned in the direction of the shout. Several box trucks had been left in the bottom level of the parking area near loading docks.

  The scuffling of soles against gravel reached her. It sounded as though two people fought.

  A sharp scream cut off midstream raised gooseflesh on Evalle’s arms. If not for her exceptional vision, she might have missed the brief image of two figures struggling.

  Was that a pair of drunks settling a dispute, or was it gang related?

  Evalle opened her senses. No unusual energy wafted through the air. No preternatural creature involved.

  Instinct to protect a human pushed her to step that way before she stopped. She couldn’t get involved. Not tonight. If she called Tzader, he’d send the police to deal with the two humans.

  Someone else would have to save the world tonight.

  Turning away, she started to call Tzader when a pain-filled, high-pitched wail wrenched her attention back to the fight.

  This time, she saw the smaller figure more clearly.

  A woman . . . being beaten by a large man.

  Evalle glanced at her watch. She had fourteen minutes.

  She could pass up intel from Nightstalkers and give up time to see Tzader and Quinn, but she could not allow some monster to hurt a defenseless woman.

  Not after what a man had done to her at fifteen.

  Evalle took off toward the pitiful whimpers and begging of a woman under attack. Adrenaline surged through her blood at the memory that sound raised, a dangerous thing when handling humans. She’d just have to be careful when she kicked the attacker’s worthless butt, because she was not letting him harm that poor female.

  Worst case, she might only lose a minute or two dealing with a human. That still wouldn’t put her late reaching the park.

  Dealing with a human male would be quicker than hitting speed dial on her phone.

  Calling the police, or even Tzader, would be futile. Evalle doubted this woman would survive the wait for police to arrive, and Tzader would order Evalle to leave while trying to convince her he could get here in time.