Lost Souls: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Cardkeeper Chronicles Book 2) by Nicholls A. C

Author:Nicholls, A. C. [Nicholls, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

My head a painful jumble of thoughts, I took the long walk home through Chicago. The cold air added to my discomfort, but I was so distracted that I barely noticed. All I could think about was the spirit’s tortured words.

‘Witches. Killed.’

What was that even supposed to mean? I knew that witches had a bad reputation, but could it really be that they were involved in the deaths of these lost souls to begin with? I could probably read their thoughts if I got close enough. If I…

“I should have known we would end up here.”

My eyes drifted to my shoulder, where Link was perched with his arms folded. I swept a glance at my surroundings, taking in the long, chain-link fence, the city in the distance, and the winter sun beaming down on the sewage plant.

“Oh,” I said, and nothing more.

“Pull it together, girl.”

I studied the sewage plant – the werewolves’ lair. The last time I’d been here, I was handing over a prisoner by the name of Victor Kronin. I never did find out what they’d done with him, but I knew it couldn’t be pleasant.

Link cleared his throat.

“Sorry,” I said, distracted.

“No need to be sorry. Just be alert.”

I opened my mouth to say something, when a door clunked open on the side of the building. A figure emerged, storming toward us with long, rushed strides. As it drew nearer, I began to recognize that sweet, gentle face beneath the scowl. It was Jason, his chest puffed out, his piercing glare shooting daggers.

“For God’s sake, Keira,” he said, hooking his fingers into the chains and leaning into the fence. “What are you doing around here? If the alpha sees you…”

“She won’t,” I said. “I’m just passing by.”

Jason took a breath, a cold cloud of air blowing from his mouth like smoke.

“I need your advice,” I said bluntly.

It took all of five minutes to explain what had gone down at the movie theater. I told him of the attack, and how I had taken a beating just to show that I was ready to listen. I repeated what the spirit said, about how the witches had killed. Jason’s reaction remained neutral the whole time. He just stared down at the ground as he absorbed the information.

“I just don’t know what to do,” I admitted.

Jason looked up at me. “You’re not sure that you can trust the witches. Is that it?”

My mind flashed up an image of Joan Flowers. Had I ever really trusted her? I supposed not, but that wasn’t through any fault of her own, really. So far, I had been attacked by spirits three times, but the witches remained totally well-mannered. If that was anything to go by… “I really don’t know.”

“That says a lot to me.”

“As in…?”

“Well,” Jason shifted his weight to the other foot. “If you need to be here asking me whether to trust someone, doesn’t that go to show how little you trust them?”

“I guess.”

“There you go, then.”

“But…” I sank my face into my palms as Link flew off my shoulder, the conversation giving me a headache.

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