Shattered (The Sundance Series Book 4) by C.P. Rider

Author:C.P. Rider [Rider, C.P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: VC Group, LLC
Published: 2021-01-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

"Spiker," Sampson said by way of greeting.

"Trancer," I replied, dabbing my nose with a blood-soaked dishcloth. It had finally stopped bleeding.

"I dropped by to meet up with your father. I didn't realize you'd be here. Holy shit, woman. You attract trouble like honey attracts bears." He set his baseball mitt-sized fists on the table and leaned across it, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing.

He was a large man, and part Guatemalan, though he hadn't told me so. I'd picked that out of his brain when we were in the sanctuary together. Me as a prisoner, him as the person who snatched me off the street in front of my bakery and took me there. He'd turned out to be a decent human when all was said and done, but as far as I was concerned, he could go play in traffic.

We were not best friends.

Sampson continued staring at me through his clear blue eyes. Magical eyes. He was a trancer, a talent that allowed him to manipulate another person's brain in such a way as to make that person do whatever he wanted them to do. It was similar to hypnotism, only a lot stronger. Hypnosis on steroids.

Four of us sat at my dad's dining room table, Gert having gone into the guest room to shift to human and put on her clothing. Sampson sat across from me, a tempting target. However, we'd come to a tenuous truce, the trancer and I, seeing as how he'd just pulled me out of a nightmare world.

"Let's not talk about honey right now." I shivered.

"Fine by me. I caught a glimpse of what you were seeing. Some harrowing shit, spiker." He leaned back in the chair, regarded me with slitted eyes and a sarcastic smile. "How do you find so much trouble?"

"Guess I'm just lucky."

"Lucky. Right." He rolled his eyes. "God save me from your kind of luck."

I’d wanted to spike the trancer dead every single time I laid eyes on him and today was no exception, but I was curious about something. "My dad asked you to meet him here? This morning?"

"Sort of. He asked me, and said he'd be here all day doing paperwork so I could come by anytime. Where is he?"

Lewiston replied, "A case came up. You know how it is when we get the call."

"Yeah, but he could have texted me," Sampson said, echoing my earlier thoughts. He faced me. "MacLeod sent me a message saying you might need my help. What do you need?"

I'd had a brief conversation with my dad about the dire wolf, and he'd called in a trancer I hated, but couldn't be bothered to meet with either of us? I'd have been concerned if it hadn't sounded exactly like something he would do.

"You saw what I'm up against. What do you think I need?"

"What I think is, you wouldn't call me if your ass was on fire and I had the last bucket of water in town." Sampson frowned. "This must be serious.

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