Wicked Games by M. J. Scott

Author:M. J. Scott [Scott, M. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07HG5KTCK
Publisher: emscott enterprises
Published: 2018-10-09T00:00:00+00:00

I didn't hear Nat come home, but a quick look into her bedroom when I forced myself to crawl out of bed after just a few hours of sleep revealed a mussed blonde head on the pillow.

At least one of us had a good night.

Now that the sun was up, I felt somewhat stupid that I'd let myself get so rattled. But I was also determined to talk to Cassandra.

Just to put my fears to rest once and for all.

I reached her store just after nine, feeling gritty-eyed and wrung out despite the two coffees I'd downed on the way.

The neighborhood around Cassandra's store still seemed sleepy. One lone café was open, though not exactly inviting with a security shield out front. Otherwise the streets were mostly deserted. Luckily Cassandra seemed to be an early riser.

Her door had an Open sign, and the buzz of her scanner brought her out from the back room in a flash.

Her eyebrows rose a little when she saw me. "Couldn't stay away?" she asked, settling herself on a stool behind the glass topped counter.

I shook my head. "I have a couple of questions."

"Looking at you, that doesn't surprise me. I thought I told you to ground yourself?"

"I did," I protested. "I used the herbs and everything."

She peered at me, an assessing expression on her face. "And maybe not just the herbs?" she asked with a grin.

I tried not to blush. "Does it matter?"

One shoulder hitched. "Maybe. Maybe not. Your aura looks a bit better, but your energy is all over the place. Did you rest at all?"

"I tried to."

Her eyes fastened on mine. It wasn't comforting. "Tried?"

"I woke up last night and couldn't get back to sleep. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but it felt like someone was watching me."

"Describe the sensation."

I crossed my arms, feeling cold again. "You know. Prickles at the back of my neck. Uneasiness. It's dumb, I know. I'm probably just tired."

Cassandra fingered the heavy silver pendant at her throat. "Did something specific wake you? A sound? Someone calling your name?"

"No . . . ."

"You don't sound terribly convinced."

"Nothing woke me the first time, but I kept thinking someone was talking just out of hearing."

"Do you often feel that way?" She pursed her lips, still twisting the pendant.

I shook my head. "No. No, I'm usually fine on my own. I'm not jumpy at all."

"But not last night?" She beckoned me closer and held out her hand. I took it and waited while she closed her eyes, humming softly to herself.

The sound was soothing, and the tension started flowing out of my body. By the time her eyes opened again, I was a lot calmer.

"Well? Could it be the demon? Or something like it?" I asked.

"There's nothing that makes me think something was trying to get to you. But it's possible. Something was speaking to your intuition, and that's not to be argued with. You're going to have to learn how to protect yourself."

"I'm good with a gun." I didn't own one, but I knew how to shoot one.

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