The Hunt by Chloe Neill

Author:Chloe Neill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2017-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

We aimed for Moses’s house, but stopped about halfway there, just in case we’d been followed or Containment was watching. We didn’t want to lead them right to him.

We found a courtyard garden nearly overgrown by mandevilla and jasmine, and all the more hidden because of it. It was cool here, the air perfumed with flowers and brick laid in intricate patterns underfoot. I sat on the ground, my back against the only wall not yet covered with a tangle of green.

He stood near the far wall, looking out at the street through a window made of carefully arranged bricks. He was smart enough to give me room, to give me space. Just like I’d given him once upon a time.

“Welcome to the outcast club,” I quietly said, breaking the ice that had gathered between us despite the heat.

“So far, it’s a shitty club.”

“It doesn’t get better.” I thought of the Paranormals at Vacherie, the suspicion in their eyes. “Humans are suspicious of you; Paras are suspicious of you. But you do have that cool eye thing going.”

He glanced at me, gold still shining in his eyes.

“But harder to hide your magic,” I said.

He looked back at me. “Do you see now?”

There was something grave in his voice. Something sad, and something angry.

“Do I see what?”

“Your magic is neutral. Mine is furious.”

His hands were fisted on his hips, his lean body still stiff.

“During the battle, he hit me with a blast of magic.” He turned back, fingers against his chest like a cage. “I could feel it, sinking in. Affecting me. Changing me. It wasn’t just magic, Claire. It was Ezekiel’s magic.”

Ezekiel had been the leader of Reveillon, a Sensitive who’d suppressed his own magic and been destroyed by it.

I just looked at him, confused. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“When she was hit, Eleanor lost her vision, but gained her sight. The Para that hit her was a seer, and the weapon carried residual power.”

I hadn’t known that—hadn’t even known it was possible that humans who gained power directly from Paras were affected by it that way.

Did the magic make the Paranormal, or did the Paranormal color the magic?

“And you think Ezekiel’s magic had some of him in it?”

He turned back to me, gold churning in his eyes like a tempest. “I know that it did. It took a few seconds before I could move again, before I could do anything other than lie there, the magic like needles in my skin.”

“I remember. I went to get Lizzie. You were gone when I got back.”

He nodded. “I got to my feet, and it ravaged me, Claire. I had no power over it.” His gaze softened, like he was staring at a memory. “A Reveillon member was beside me, on his knees. He’d been hit by something—there was a knot on his head, and he was staring at the ground, totally dazed. And none of that mattered. Because I wanted to kill him. Before I knew it, my hands were wrapped around his neck, and I could feel Ezekiel’s fire in my skin, beneath my hands.

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