Soul Survivor by Katana Collins

Author:Katana Collins [Collins, Katana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

25

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. “What are you doing here?”

Damien shot me a weird look over his shoulder and the Banshee floated, bobbing up and down behind Drew.

“Me?” Drew responded. “I could ask you the same question.”

“Huh?” My eyes were still locked on those of the Banshee, who floated over behind Drew and stared at the back of his head as though he were something to be devoured. She opened her mouth, unhinged her jaw to let out the deafening scream I’d been coming to know so well.

“No!” I shouted, holding out a hand. Drew jumped, and Damien gave me an odd look. Even the Banshee startled and she cocked her head slowly in that same curious way, staring at me as though I were a strange, unknown creature.

“What’s going on? Do you see . . .” His voice trailed off as he glanced at Drew, and he cleared his throat.

I closed my eyes. Not him. Not Drew. Please for the love of Hell.

I thought back to when I’d first heard her in Vegas. Walking home after having seen Drew at the coffee shop carving pumpkins. Then again on the plane after boarding with Drew and the gang. In the hotel room after our interaction in the airport bathroom. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I shook my head. No. Those could all just be coincidences. All those times, they were right around when we found the victims, too.

Damien cleared his throat, snapping me back to the present. “How is Adrienne feeling?”

There was pain in Drew’s eyes as he looked back and forth between Damien and myself. I knew the pain. I had gone through it earlier this evening and every day for the past six months watching him and Adrienne together.

My one-night stands were one thing—those never involved emotion. But this? Damien and me equaled long-term potential in Drew’s eyes. Even if Damien and I knew there wasn’t much hope for monogamy here, Drew didn’t know that.

Damien took Drew by the shoulders. “Let’s go see her. If she’s able to come to work, we could really use her.” The two guys went into Drew’s room, but the Banshee stayed in front of me.

“Don’t touch me,” I whispered. “I can’t pass out again.” She bobbed up and down, floating in front of me, wild red coils of hair bouncing with the gentle movement.

“Are you here to take Drew? Is that why you’re coming to me?” Her eyebrows drew in together, eyes pinching as though the thought was painful. “I know what it’s like to hate your job,” I said to her. “And it doesn’t seem like you enjoy being the fairy of death.”

The Banshee’s lips parted, a strangled noise escaping in a wheeze. I held a hand up to quiet her. “Shhh, don’t try to speak. Nod. Like this . . . for yes.” I nodded my head up and down and she just stared at me quizzically. “Come on, Banshee. Nod for yes.” When she did nothing, I sighed, falling against the door frame.

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