Authors: Abbi Glines
“Well I want to get back before Loose ends up banging some random slut in a bathroom stall. We all want something.”
She was still seeing Loose. That was all kinds of screwed up. I didn’t even want to consider what that might lead to. Gee was just a transporter. She wasn’t deity. She didn’t have the power I did to get away with breaking rules.
“This still a fling, Gee?” I asked as we stood outside a hospital room where sobbing and heartache awaited us.
“I like his
‘
dre
a
ds okay
?
And all that practice he’s had screwing around has made him rather
skillful
in the area. He’s just for fun.”
She didn’t sound convincing. This wasn’t good. I’d deal with
that
later. Maybe Loose would end up
ending this and I wouldn’t have to handle it.
“It isn’t like we see each other but a couple times a week. I know he is getting it elsewhere the rest of the week. I’m good with that. He’s human, I’m not.”
Nothing about her tone
supported her statement that it
was okay. She was going to go jealous
-
girlfriend on him real
ly
soon. God help the boy survive
that
. He’d never pissed off an immortal before. This could not be good.
When I entered the room I didn’t see the soul I’d come to
collect
.
However, t
he familiar face standing in the corner holding a weeping female caught my attention. Jay stood solem
n
ly as he tightly
held
the blond in his arms. I recognized her soul. It was the one he’d been unable to stay away from while he was dating Pagan. A translucent glow wrapped around their two bodies connecting their souls.
“Well look what we have here,” Gee said as she came up beside me. Her attention captured by the bond
visible
between
their
souls.
“I didn’t see this connection between them before,” I said studying them as Jay whispered soothing words in her ear.
The soul we’d come to collect walked away from the body on the bed. He was young. He was also trouble. There was a darkness
surrounding
him.
The darkness
marked him as
hazard
ous
. This soul wouldn’t get another chance. He’d messed up in this lifetime.
“Uh, oh. We got a bad egg,”
Gee
grumbled a
s I
stepped forward to wrap the
iron
ba
n
d
reserved for
angry souls around his wrist. It
provided
control
for the transporter
until she
delivered the soul to it
s final resting place.
Dealing with damaged souls could be tricky. Once I’d had to take them down myself but over time we figured out a better way to handle it. I didn’t like wasting my time on the trip.
“Come on
,
bad boy. Let’s get this over with,” Gee told him.
This soul had been Victoria’s mate. Now that it was damaged
,
the connection had transferred. Jay’s soul was now complete.
CHAPTER 26
Pagan
My mom was
peppering
Dank with a million questions. It never occurred to me until Dank brought it up on our way here that when my memory was taken away so was my mom’s.
Dank’s
had been wiped from the memory of
everyone
in my life
. Miranda had
forgotten
about Dank and Leif just like I had.
Although
my memory was restored
,
theirs
were
not. In doing so it would completely mess with things. They’d know more than they should. My mom already had known more than she should. Now, Dank was the new guy I’d met at college. He was also the singer in a
rock band
.
Mom hadn’t been
pleased
when I introduced her
,
but Dank and his charisma were quickly winning her over.
I brought him a glass of
sweet
tea before sinking down on the couch beside him. This was the way it was supposed to be. My mom would
love him
soon enough.
“So, you
sing
rock music? Do you do drugs?” my
m
om asked
, watching his
face for any sign of a lie.
I covered my
mouth
to keep from laughing.
“No I don’t
take
any drug
s
and I don’t drink
either
. I never have. It’s not something I’m interested in.”
Mom nodded and cut her eyes at me. She was not amused with my obvious amusement. “And you’ve been
dating
for how long? Because I thought you were seeing Jay again.”
Dank tensed beside me and I patted his leg. “Jay is in love with a
girl
named Victoria
. He thought he wanted to rekindle things with me but it didn’t work
out
. He and I don’t go well together. We bored each other. It was during a brief time that Dank and I had a misunderstanding and I refused to talk to him.”
Mom narrowed her eyes at me, “You do know
to
use protection don’t you?”
This time Dank had to cover his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing.
“
MOM! Don’t ask me thing
s
like that. I promise IF we were doing anything that required it that
,
yes
I’d use protection.”
My mother shrugged, “A mother can’t be too careful. I needed to make sure you were thinking straight.”
“I got this mom,” I assured her.
“Well, that’s good. Now, tell me about this guy Miranda is seeing. I hear he is a sweetheart.”
I reached over and grabbed
Dank’s
hand and threaded my fingers through his. He had handled my mom’s interrogation with
flying
colors.
“Well, I think it is very possible that Miranda may have found the one,” I told her knowing good and well she had. Maybe not this year or the next but one day they’d end up married. In this lifetime and every
one after it. Just knowing that I’d get to watch them find each other and fall in love
in
every life made me smile.
Later that night I was curled up in my bed. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed my room until I’d pulled my
quilt
over me and the smell of
home
hit me. I no longer required sleep but I liked lying in bed at night. Dank said it was something I’d trained myself to do and I shouldn’t let go of anything that made me happy.
“This never gets old,”
Dank’s
voice said in the darkness.
I turned around to see him sitting in the chair he used to sit in to sing to me at night.
“What are you doing here?” I asked sitting up. He was supposed to be out collecting souls.
“I’m about to go. I just couldn’t resist coming in here and seeing you tucked into that bed one more time. I realized you owned me one night in this room. I was
singing
to you and you were sleeping. You made a little
sound
in your sleep like you were distressed and I panicked and ran to your side. You grabbed my arm in your sleep and pulled it up against your face and went back to sle
ep. I didn’t want to ever move.” He stood up and walked over to me. “I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But that if it was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately.”
I reached out and pulled him onto the bed with me. “You’re going to be late,” I told him as I pushed back the covers and reached for the hem of his shirt.
“Why?” Dank asked lifting his arms willingly so I could pull his shirt off.
“Because after hearing that I can’t let you leave until I’ve had my fill. Get naked,
Dankmar
.”
The End
Acknowledgments
I have
to start
by thanking Keith, my husband, who tolerated the dirty house, lack of clean clothes, and my
mood swings
, while I wrote this book (and all my other books).
My three precious kiddos who ate a lot of corn dogs, pizza, and Frosted Flakes because I was
locked
away writing. I promise, I cooked them many good hot meals once I finished.
My FP girls.
I’m choosing not to share what FP stands for because my mother may read this and it will give her heart failure. Kidding... maybe. You girls make me laugh, listen to me vent, and always manage to give me some
eye candy
to make my day brighter. You are truly my posse. What happens in
New York City
, stays in New York City... eh girls?
Stephanie Mooney who is the best cover artist ever. She is brilliant and I shout it to the
rooftops
on a regular basis.
Stephanie T. Lott who is the best editor a writer could ask for.
I didn’t exactly have this book finished until one week before its release. Stephanie couldn’t get to it but she put me in contact with Judy Lott who could. Judy lost a lot of sleep working on this one for me. Thank you both, ladies!
About the Author
Abbi
Glines can be found hanging out with
rock stars
, taking out her yacht on weekends for a party cruise,
sky diving
, or surfing in Maui. Okay maybe she needs to keep her imagination focused on her writing only. In the real world,
Abbi
can be found hauling kids (several who seem to show up that don’t belong to her) to all their social events, hiding under the covers with her
MacBook
in hopes her husband won’t catch her watching Buffy on Netflix again, and sneaking off to
Barnes and Noble
to spend
hours
lost in the yummy goodness of books.
If you want to find her then check Twitter first, because she has a severe
addiction
to tweeting @
abbiglines
.
She also blogs regularly but rarely about anything life changing. She also really enjoys talking about herself in third person.
www.abbiglines.com
Representation:
All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to
Jane
Dystel
of
Dystel
&
Goderich
.