She Shall Have Music (Psychic Seasons by ReGina Welling

Author:ReGina Welling [Welling, ReGina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-01-12T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Deep shadows fell in soft pools of darkness at the edge of the tree line bordering the farthest section of the parking lot. Logan huddled and hunched in that darkness watching shoppers wheel carts of groceries to their cars.

Waiting—he remembered what he was doing here—waiting for Gustavia to come out. Even in his thoughts, her name sounded like a sneer. She was a crystal-wearing, new age freak and she had cost him everything. Everything. He hated her, so he waited and planned.

Every time the door opened, his tongue darted out to swipe over lips cracked and peeled from spending too much time outdoors. He had a vague memory of staying in a warm cabin once but not where or when. During the rational moments, he knew he had slipped over the edge. He didn’t remember stealing this car or driving it here but he must have done both.

Time had become twisted and turned back upon itself. Hours passed like minutes and sometimes days felt months long. Yesterday it had been summer-warm but last night, autumn had begun to blow its cooling breath down his neck. He remembered shivering in the dark, the white plume of his breath like a cloud of smoke rising toward the velvet-blue sky.

He needed a blanket. Julie kept the spare blankets in that chest at the foot of her bed. Thinking of her always brought the blackness—made it swim up from inside him until it sucked him under.

What was inside of him barely kept itself from chortling gleefully at seeing Gustavia stride out of the store alone. The depth of corruption and blackness occupying Logan’s body surged over his mind to steal away every good memory until he perceived nothing but emptiness, pain and the hunger for revenge.

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By the time Gustavia checked out, the parking lot was nearly empty. A feeling of unease stole over her as the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Surreptitiously she glanced around and saw no one near but the sensation of being watched was still strong. She walked around the car to pop the truck and stow the groceries inside.

Logan was out there, she would have staked her life on it. Using her body to block him seeing what she was doing, she grabbed the tire iron. She could almost feel his hot breath on her neck. When she turned around, he was there. The Logan standing before her was not the man she had known. There was something twisting his features into a mask of evil. His eyes glittered with darker intentions.

“Hello Gustavia.” His voice, too, was altered—deeper, more gravelly and she noticed the trace of an accent she had never heard before. Concentrating quickly, even in the low light of dusk, she could see his aura was a black roiling mess with only a hint of color. Whatever had overtaken the man—whether it was an earthwalker, ghost, or his own thirst for revenge—was operating on pure malice.

In the car, both dogs were lunging and barking madly.

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