(eng) Kinsley Burke - Kiara Blake 01 by Reaping Havoc

Author:Reaping Havoc [Havoc, Reaping]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Salt to the left. I moved the shaker with a tip of a finger. Pepper squeezed to the right. Salt slid another inch to the left and… damn. Water glass came out of nowhere. Dead. Again.

I looked up. Hadley stared back. A French fry was stuck partially out of her mouth as she nibbled. Odds were it was the same fry she’d started on five minutes before. Her gaze held unwavering as her jaw worked up and down in silent motion.

Glancing down, I studied the salt and pepper. My mind conjured up every scenario where salt could squeeze past pepper without notice. None. No scenarios. Nothing conjured. My mind remained frustratingly blank. Napkin may or may not have been aggressively thrown at Pepper as I pushed against the back of my seat. Hadley still stared. And nibbled.

“What?” I asked.

She tossed the remainder of her fry onto her plate. “What are you doing? You’ve been playing with the salt shaker since I arrived.”

“Making strategic battle plans.”

“Battle plans?”

I nodded.

“For what?”

“For taking out Logan Bradley.” I swiped out a hand and knocked over the shaker. Salt poured across the table. “The salt is me, and in every scenario, I end up dead. Every single one of them. Dead.”

We were seated in the diner two blocks off campus. The law library stood in its bulking glory three blocks east. The dumpy cafe, home to the greasiest fries in the state and pickled ice cream, was the furthest I could drag Hadley from the library’s legal allure. I’d never understood the attraction. For the law library, that was. I felt plenty of attraction for the greasy fries.

Unfortunately, my days of keeping diner management from my secret that a homeless urchin had commandeered their corner booth were numbered. The old woman rocking the white apron from behind the front counter held a skeptical look every time her gaze fell my way. And her inspecting eyes landed on me a lot. Once per every full rotation of the rim of the glass she was wiping with a rag. The waitress had been wiping that same one for the past twenty minutes. But I couldn’t blame her. Lack of Sleep and me mixed like oil and water. A mirror wasn’t required to know my hair was stringy, and my red eyes were swollen. My new fashion statement. Twice in one week.

“How exactly are you planning out a battle by using table condiments?” Hadley asked.

The salt lay gutted on its side while its white speckled blood made a mess across the tabletop. Pepper stood tall, now proudly draped in a shawl of victory suspiciously resembling my napkin.

“I can’t do it.” My voice caught, and I cleared my throat. Eyelids blinked back tears. “I can’t fight a ghost.”

“Hey?”

My hooded gazed focused up to concerned eyes. “He was in my apartment.”

“Who?”

“Sebastian.” I looked back down at the white speckled blood. It had become red, and mine. “Sebastian Balázs. He gave me one week, Hadley. One week.”

She reached out and squeezed my hand.

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