Psychic Storm: Ten Dangerously Sexy Tales of Psychic Witches, Vampires, Mediums, Empaths and Seers by Deanna Chase & C.J. Ellisson & Dale Mayer & Heather Topham Wood & Hazel Hunter & Jesi Lea Ryan & JC Andrijeski & April Aasheim & Morgan Hannah MacDonald & Jordan Castillo Price

Author:Deanna Chase & C.J. Ellisson & Dale Mayer & Heather Topham Wood & Hazel Hunter & Jesi Lea Ryan & JC Andrijeski & April Aasheim & Morgan Hannah MacDonald & Jordan Castillo Price [Chase, Deanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2015-02-03T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The turbulence coursing through Kane was like nothing I’d experienced before. Hatred, compounded with a fierce possessiveness, overwhelmed his other protective instincts. I imagined a wolf protecting his den while he simultaneously stalked his prey.

“Kane?”

He turned, and his emotions surged through me, zapping my remaining energy.

“I know you’re upset. You have every right to be, but I need you to calm down. Please.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sorry.”

I pulled him down in the covers and cuddled up close. “Just focus on me for a while, okay?”

He kissed the top of my head. “I’ll try.” The intensity of his emotions faded, but the anger didn’t disappear.

“I’m going to try to relax and sleep. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready.”

“I’ll see you soon,” he said.

I closed my eyes and stretched my aching limbs. Kane felt good, too good in my arms, and it didn’t take long for me to drift off. Immediately Bobby appeared at the foot of the bed, shining in his bright light. All the red anger he’d displayed earlier in the night was gone, replaced by a peaceful acceptance. I dozed in his presence until finally, after what seemed like hours, Kane joined me.

Bobby came and stood next to the bed, his light washing over both of us. I looked from him to Kane and back again. Bobby nodded, turned his lips up in a sad smile and faded into the night, his light going with him.

That was weird. I stared at the spot Bobby had vanished from.

Focus, Jade. I need to take you to Pyper. Kane’s voice rang clear in my head.

My eyes found him. His determination and sense of urgency snapped me back into the moment. With our hands clasped, our bodies rose together in a transparent image of ourselves. We floated through the walls and floors, ending up next to the stage in the middle of Wicked.

The club pulsed with activity. One of the strippers crawled across the stage toward an eager front-row participant. I spotted Charlie, busy at the bar handling a line of bachelor party shots. The room was half-full with tourists, party goers and, of course, the regular at the table in the corner, sitting the same as always, with a cigarette and a bottle of beer on the table. He stared across the room at something. I followed his gaze.

A platform in the back of the club levitated above the velvet couches lining the wall. I pointed and floated off toward it. As I got nearer, someone’s anger engulfed me, muffling my senses. The emotional imprint seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I spotted Kane just behind me, horror etched on his face. A twinge of desperation and panic I recognized as Kane’s pushed its way through the anger surrounding me. I sent my energy out to him, trying to link us together, but his emotions were far away and barely reachable. Disoriented, I turned back to the platform and floated up above it.