Lightbringer 03 - Never by K. D. McEntire

Author:K. D. McEntire [McEntire, K. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Love & Romance, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Paranormal
ISBN: 9781616147716
Publisher: Prometheus Books, Publishers
Published: 2013-05-07T07:00:00+00:00

“That was…intense,” she said. “Piotr, how do you stand it? How can you stand getting all the memories back like this? In this…this huge painful flood?”

He shook his head. “I share them. With you. Only you make…this…bearable.” Piotr leaned forward and brushed a finger against her cheek. “Come. We will be missed inside.”

Wendy followed Piotr through a thin spot in the wall into the kitchen. Chel, Jon, and the others were examining the kitchen with dumbfounded expressions.

Wendy winced. The lead Walker who had visited the previous evening to fetch her on behalf of the Lady Walker had overturned the fridge one-handed; the kitchen was a mess. Wendy poked at a water bottle with a toe. It didn't move and her foot slid through with no resistance at all. She thought of the Walker upstairs, how he had crushed her belongings with just one hand, bullying her into going with him. How had the Walker done that? “I'm really sorry about the mess.”

Jon flipped the kitchen light on and tossed the car keys on the counter. “You can't control everything, Wendy. Okay, Chel, you get this corner,” he said, kneeling by the toppled fridge, “and I'll get this one. We'll lift together. One-two-three-HUP!”

Together the twins uprighted the fridge, plugged it back in, and between the two of them, managed to shimmy it into place. Chel knelt down to finish cleaning the floor while Jon found old towels to wipe the walls.

“Aw, man, I forgot about the cookies.” Jon said, lifting a paper towel off the counter and scowling at his burnt cookies underneath.

“Guys,” Wendy said, “we need to pack and go. The intruder was definitely a Reaper. A baby Reaper, a Reaper-in-training, but a Reaper nonetheless.”

“Reaper, schmeeper,” Jon said negligently, almost vibrating with energy as his second wind took over. “We can handle some chick breaking into the house, that's what 911 is for. You know what really has me creeped out? The Lady Walker. What's her deal, Wendy? How'd the Walkers manage all this?” He waved a hand at the pile of obliterated cookies and the broken bottles on the floor. “You know what sucks the hardest? I wasted a can of organic cocoa on these. That stuff is not cheap.”

“Color me sorry, Jon, I'll spring for more when I've got a wallet I can actually open,” Wendy said testily, reaching down and trying with all her might to pick up the overturned water bottle. It's just plastic, she angrily thought. Why can't I budge it? What made those Walkers so special? “Walkers, Walkers everywhere, only bony asses to kick.”

“That's it?” Jon asked, examining each cookie individually before dumping them one by one into the trash can. “That's all you've got? Just ‘Walkers’?”

“That alone ought to be enough of an explanation,” Wendy replied, grouchy and not bothering to hide it. Giving up on moving the bottle, Wendy leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter. One elbow rested firmly on the Formica, the other slid through. Frowning, Wendy straightened. Fine,

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