Grave Memory

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  Author: Kalayna Price

  “Alex?” A whispered voice called.

  Death glanced over his shoulder. “There’s no more time. You have to leave. Now. ”

  I swallowed, and a lump of fear slid down my throat to hit my stomach hard, a sick feeling oozing over me. I might flirt with Death, but his job was collecting souls. “If I stay, am I going to die?”

  He frowned and I swore the colors in his eyes spun. Then he stepped forward and I was engulfed in his arms, his warmth, his scent.

  “No,” he whispered the word into my hair. “No. You will not die. ” It sounded more promise than prophecy and something about the way he said it made me tremble.

  “Alex,” the loud whisper called again.

  The tension in Death’s body was palpable and he squeezed me tighter. Then he stepped back until he was an arm’s length away, his hands on my shoulders. “Promise me, Alex. Promise me you’ll walk out of here and stop looking for that creature. ”

  I couldn’t promise that. I didn’t.

  His face clouded, and he closed his eyes, his head hanging downward. The voice called for me again, and Death glanced toward it. I couldn’t see anything beyond the tree and I doubted he could either. When he turned back, he didn’t say a thing. He simply leaned forward, his lips touching mine in the lightest of kisses. He was gone a fluttering heartbeat later.

  My fingers moved to my lips. That fleeting, ghostlike kiss? It tasted of sorrow.

  Chapter 22

  “Alex. ” The caller had stopped using that loud whisper and I could clearly make out Rianna’s familiar voice.

  I was still behind the potted tree, reeling from Death’s ambush appearance, and now more unsure than ever about, well, everything. But I couldn’t hide forever.

  Rolling my shoulders and straightening my back, I marched out from behind the fake tree. Rianna stood in the center of the room I was supposed to be searching. Which I was doing a bang-up job on considering I’d been totally oblivious to the fact there were other people in the room for the last however many minutes. When Rianna saw me, she hurried forward but stopped short still several feet away.

  “I’d ask where you’ve been, but I think asking what the heck were you doing is a lot more appropriate,” she said, her gaze sweeping over me.

  I frowned, glancing down at myself. From what I could tell, I looked presentable. Death and I had hardly touched, so my clothes weren’t in disarray. I glanced back at her in confusion.

  “You’re flushed, but your eyes, Alex. If you were anyone else, I’d say you look like you’d seen a ghost—but that wouldn’t be unusual for you. What happened?”

  I shook my head. Rianna was one of the few people who knew about Death, but only because we’d been roommates for so many years and she was a fellow grave witch so could see him if she tried. But I wasn’t about to talk about what had—or what hadn’t—happened, or about his warning.

  “So you found Michael?” I asked, changing the subject.

  “Yeah, but before we accost a random person who might have just decided to take a break from his wife, it would be good if we could confirm he really is being ridden. Do you think you’ll be able to tell?”

  Without opening my shields? Obviously not or I’d have noticed the rider on the street when Kingly died. But if I gazed across planes, I’d probably be able to see something. “It’s worth a shot. Lead the way. ”

  We headed upstairs and walked through two dining rooms to where Falin waited in a small recess. He gave me a once-over as I approached and a nerve over his temple twitched. I froze. Can he tell I was with Death? Falin and I weren’t together. He couldn’t even talk to me in a casual conversation. But I still didn’t want to hurt him. How did things get so complicated?

  I stepped around Falin and glanced into a bright dining room filled with large picture windows, sun-brewed iced tea in tall pitchers on the sills, and paintings of lemons in brilliant shades of yellow on the walls. Every table was filled, but it took only a moment for me to spot our quarry. He sat alone, a tinted glass in front of him but no food. Good, maybe that means he hasn’t eaten yet. Which if this was our guy, would give us plenty of time to get the Anti–Black Magic Unit down here to contain him.

  But first to confirm he was being ridden.

  I cracked my shields, simultaneously erecting the protective bubble around my psyche. The confusing array of planes flooded my vision. The wooden tables decayed, the chairs so dilapidated I had to work hard to believe the patrons could sit in them. Aetheric energy whirled in wispy spirals in the air, making the witches in the crowd obvious not only because of the magic I could see on their persons, but because the Aetheric hugged close to them, as if it wanted to be used. I blinked, forcing my eyes to focus past that to the people themselves. Most glowed a crisp yellow, the color I associated with humans. One was blue, which I didn’t see often and had recently learned indicated a feykin—a human with fae blood. Beside me, Falin’s soul was brilliant silver—fae.

  Michael, though, his soul was different. I saw a hint of human yellow, but mostly it was dark as if it had been dunked in tar, only the smallest halo of dull light escaping that shiny, slick blackness. Even from across the room, staring at it made my skin crawl.

  I slammed my shields shut and blinked as I waited for my eyes to readjust. Between the extra shield and the short exposure, the damage was minimal, the room only slightly dimmer than before.

  “It’s him,” I whispered. “Let’s call the ABMU. ” And hope they take us seriously.

  “I don’t know if we have time. ” Rianna pointed to where a waitress plopped a black billfold in front of the rider, a credit card sticking out the top—which meant not only had he already eaten, but he’d paid.

  Crap.

  “Can you arrest him?” I asked, looking at Falin.

  “Technically, yes, but as he appears to be human, it would be unadvisable for the FIB to take him into custody. ”

  Which was a long way to say no.

  The rider pulled Michael’s wallet out of his back pocket and put the credit card away. Damn it, he was about to leave.

  “It looks like we’re moving on to plan B. ”

  Rianna cocked her head to the side. “We have a plan B?”

  “Nope, we’re winging it. I’ll try to keep him here as long as possible, you contact the ABMU. ”

  Falin clenched his jaw, but I shot him a glare that said if he was going to object he better be ready to take action himself. He didn’t say a thing. Fine.

  I glanced at Michael, who was finishing off the last of his drink. He’d leave any second. How long would it take the officers to arrive? Hopefully I’d need to distract him for only a little while. I started toward the dining room, but paused. Death’s urgent request for me to leave nagged at me. I knelt, retrieving my dagger. Then, balancing the pommel and hilt in my palm, I let the flat of the blade rest along the underside of my forearm. It wasn’t the safest way to hold a dagger, especially one that liked to sink into flesh, but as long as I kept my arm turned, all but the decorative scrolling on the cross guard, which showed on either side of my wrist, was hidden from the rider and the rest of the patrons, whom I didn’t want to panic by stalking through the room armed. Falin frowned, his eyes betraying more than a little anxiety, but he didn’t say a thing or try to stop me as I walked into the dining room.

  And by walked I meant sashayed.

  I might be tall to the point of lanky, but I had killer boots and a great outfit and I knew how to draw an eye or two. Hell, I’d made an art out of meeting guys at bars. I could distract one joyriding body snatcher. After all, he’d hired sex workers while in previous bodies, so he couldn’t be that hard to pick up.

  “This seat taken?” I asked, letting my voice go husky as I gave Michael my best come-hither smile.

  The rider looked up through Michael’s eyes. Well, up to a certain extent, at least. His gaze made
it as far as my chest and then sort of got stuck, like I’d applied superglue to my cleavage.

  “Now it is,” he said, motioning me to sit.

  And this would be the winging it part.

  “I haven’t seen you here before,” I said, dropping my gaze and drawing a small circle on the table with my index finger. “Sitting here all alone, it looked like you needed company. ”

  “Did it now?”

  I looked up through my lashes, aiming for coy. The smile he wore showed a lot of teeth and reminded me of a predator who’d just spotted dinner. Except I’m the one hunting.

  At least I hoped so.

  I wanted to shrink away from the hungry look in his eyes, but I couldn’t afford to back down. I had to buy us time. I forced a demure smile to my lips and my finger stopped moving in random swirls as I traced the rune for luck on the table—not that I put any power behind it. Beneath the table, I clutched the hilt of my dagger tighter, but I ignored the buzz of excitement it sang at the edge of my consciousness. The dagger was a last resort. Michael was a victim and I had no intention of hurting his body if I could help it.

  “Perhaps we should go somewhere more private?” the rider asked, reaching across the table.

  He doesn’t waste any time, does he? I couldn’t let him walk out of here and risk losing him, but I sure as hell couldn’t leave with him, so what was I supposed to do? While I sat there undecided, his hand slid over mine, stopping the half finished rune for focus.

  It had to be my imagination, but I swore that under the blistering heat of human skin I could feel something cold, hateful. I jerked my hand away before thought caught up with action.

  “Buy a girl a drink first?” I said, but my voice shook, my smile wobbling.

  And he wasn’t buying it.

  His eyes narrowed, a dark film sliding across his iris, glimmering darkly like oil on water before disappearing again. I shivered, I couldn’t help it.

  “Who are you?” he asked, the words precise and cold with none of the hunger from earlier. Oh, but the predator was still there, he was just looking at a different kind of prey now. “I’ve seen you before. You’re the witch from outside Motel Styx. ”