(eng) Karen Chance - Cassandra Palmer 01 by Touch the Dark (v5.0)

Author:Touch the Dark (v5.0) [Dark, Touch the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

I was lying on the ground. It took me a second to realize that I was both back in my correct time and back in my own body. I would have cried with relief if I’d had the strength.

Billy Joe coalesced over me and he looked pissed. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that? I got trapped in there! I could have died!”

I didn’t try to sit up, since the asphalt seemed to be doing a pretty violent version of the hula beneath me. “Don’t be a drama queen. You’re already dead.”

“That was completely uncalled for.”

“Cry me a river.” Billy Joe was about to say something else but had to move because Louis-César bent over me and he wasn’t about to get caught in any more bodies.

“Mademoiselle Palmer, are you all right? Can you hear me?”

“Don’t touch me.” I decided I wanted to sit up after all, mainly because my skirt had ridden up to the point that my pink lace undies were showing, but no way did I want him near me. Every time we touched, I ended up thrown through time. My senses had been trying to warn me earlier, but it had been impossible to tell the difference between the fear caused by his nearness and the general terror of being captured by the Senate. In any case, I’d had all the out-of-body experiences I needed for a very long time. “Where’s Tomas?” I was still unhappy with him, but the thought that I might have accidentally killed him wasn’t pleasant.

“He is here.” Louis-César moved away about a foot, and I could see Tomas standing behind him. He was looking at the Frenchman with a weird expression, sort of stunned, almost like he didn’t recognize him.

“Are you ok?” I asked him in concern. I hoped somebody was home, since I had no idea how to go about finding some wandering spirit. After a long moment, Tomas nodded, but he didn’t speak. I decided that wasn’t good. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Oh, for God’s sake!” Billy Joe pushed in between us, careful not to touch anybody, and glared at me. “He’s fine. He came around a few minutes ago when you decided to rejoin us.” He scowled. “What’s the idea of going on vacation when there’s a crisis on?”

I ignored him. “Give me a hand up.” Tomas thought I was talking to him and bent over, forcing Billy Joe to dodge out of the way. I sat and looked about. There were eleven dead wererats, including Jimmy. His glassy rat eyes stared at me accusingly through the dissipating smoke, and I swore. “Damn it! I wanted to talk to him!” I rounded on Pritkin, who was standing with his arms raised theatrically, almost like he was pushing on something, only there was nothing there but air. “You killed him before I could ask about my father!”

Pritkin wasn’t paying me any attention. His eyes were focused outside our circle and he didn’t look good. His face was red, his eyes were glazed and the cords on the sides of his neck were bulging.

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