Kelley Armstrong - 05 Haunted by Kelley Armstrong

Author:Kelley Armstrong
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

I FOUND KRISTOF IN HIS OFFICE AT THE COURTHOUSE, talking to a toga-clad client. The moment I peeked around the corner, Kris scuttled his client off.

“I need to find a certain nymphomaniac,” I said, perching on the edge of his desk.

“Nymph ?” Kris laughed. “Ah, and never has that word been more apt. Mr. Ross, I presume.”

“So where’d you tuck him away?”

Kris’s fingers closed over mine. “Let me show you.”

We touched down in a field of white. For a second, I thought the Fates had diverted us to a throne-room waiting area. Then I saw a distant line of trees and, behind them, a mountain range. As I turned to look for Kristof, the ground under my sneaker crunched like broken glass. I knelt and reached down. My fingers sank into something soft and faintly cold.

A white ball struck my shoulder, and exploded on contact. I looked over my shoulder to see Kristof packing a second missile.

“Throw that at your peril.”

The snowball glanced off the top of my head, showering me with snow. I glared at him, spun on my heel, and started to march away. As I walked, I cast a blur spell. The last words left my mouth, then I wheeled, raced behind Kristof, and knocked him flying off his feet. When he hit the ground, I jumped on his back and rubbed his face in the snow.

He sputtered, bucked, and managed to flip me off his back. We tussled for a few minutes, both armed with fistfuls of snow, trying unsuccessfully to give the other a face-washing. Finally, we fell onto our backs, laughing.

Overhead was a faint greenish arch. As I watched, other threads of colored light appeared, reds and blues and yellows, dancing and weaving against the black sky.

“Are you doing that?” I asked.

“Wish I could take credit. It’s the Northern Lights.”

“Wow.”

For a few minutes, we watched the lights dance. The night was so silent I could hear the distant crackle of breaking ice and the occasional hoot of an owl. The air was pleasantly cool, like a brisk fall day.

“So where are we?” I murmured, reluctant to disturb the quiet.

“Remember that witch barmaid in La Ceiba? Said the pirate town was like...”

“Alaska without the snow.” I choked back a laugh. “You sent Luther Ross to Alaska?”

Kristof tilted his head to the side. “You don’t think he’ll like it?”

“Naughty boy. We’ll be lucky if he’ll talk to us after this.” I looked back up at the sky. “So how come you never brought me here?”

“I was saving it. For a special occasion, I guess.” Another glance my way. “You like it?”

I closed my eyes. I could still see the Northern Lights dancing. “Mmm. You’ll have to bring me back.”

His fingers found mine, enclosing them in a sudden surge of warmth. “I will.”

A shout, and we bolted upright. I concentrated and the darkness lifted enough for me to make out two orange jackets moving from a stand of trees.

” Never shoot anything around here,” a man said, voice carrying in the stillness.

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