Possession (Book 8) by Richardson Kat

Author:Richardson, Kat [Richardson, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780451465122
Publisher: Roc Hardcover
Published: 2013-08-06T07:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

Carlos stepped closer to me and I flinched as he raised a hand to touch the side of my face. “I won’t hurt you, ghost girl.” From him, that was very nearly an endearment. But I still loathed his touch—there’s nothing like the sickening in-flooding of history, death, and emotion that comes with the touch of a necromancer—and wanted none of it, nor of whatever my brain was trying to serve up. He settled back. “What have you done to your eye?”

The distraction relieved my panic and I was able to reply in a dry voice, “I got paint in it.”

He stroked the air over my shoulders and arms but he didn’t actually touch me. “You have been in the company of dangerous things.”

“I’m in the company of dangerous things right now.”

He grunted and looked me over, ignoring my flippancy. “Their ties and remnants complicate my view, but I can’t clear them off now.” I didn’t know what he was referring to and it seemed a bad time to ask. His hand rose again, toward the center of my chest, and stopped, hovering over my sternum. “I should have known you’d have a romantic streak,” he said, rubbing the tips of his fingers against his thumb as if he were balling up some tiny filament, muttering more words that dripped into the air.

From his fingers a tiny glowing strand of pink light emerged and stretched away, reaching for the window, and splitting in two as it spun out. It was so thin that it was hard to see. Carlos blew on the strand and it fluttered brighter for a moment, lighting into a spreading spiderweb with me at the center, radiating unevenly in several directions. I imagined I would see more if I turned around, but I didn’t want to put my back to Carlos and Cameron.

Carlos held up his other hand, a small blade gleaming in it. “If you would oblige me, I can show you more.”

I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. I knew what his knives were capable of.

“Only one drop.”

“No sucking up my soul or anything like that.”

“I would find it a particularly sweet token, but no. I have no need for that. Today.” I had the distinct impression he was teasing me and I had to give it some thought before I held up my left hand and offered him a finger—one particular finger, which he found amusing, but he still pricked it quickly with the tip of the knife.

A tiny drop of blood welled on my fingertip. He caught it on the edge of the knife’s blade, whispering to it, and touched the blood to the dulling gleam of the web he had drawn from my chest.

The web flared bright, glittering with sparks of rose and gold that raced into the distance of the reaching splines. More than I would have thought, yet so few, and stretching in so many directions. . . .

“That is family.” Carlos said. He pointed his finger at the pink strands.

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