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on him from all angles and it itched him all over in a way he couldn't scratch.
Jamie inhaled deeply. He did it again, and then again. It got easier when he focused. He was going to be hauled in, too, if he didn't cut it out and calm down. He'd already sucked the power out of an entire city block when he checked his phone for the fourteenth time since waking up early that morning. Now he was buzzing with electricity, and it would be too easy for him to lose control and draw even more unwanted attention.
It couldn't be helped. He'd just been too pissed. His best friend was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
All the electricity that had been coursing through air conditioners, televisions, and even the phones and iPods from people walking around on the streets, had been tapped. It flowed right into his body as if it had nowhere else to go. Jamie was still jumpy and jittery, like he was on a sugar high. Tiny blue sparks danced out from his fingers. He probably had another white patch in his hair. Thank god he was such a pale blond, almost platinum, that it was hard to notice, but the way his hair stuck up was more noticeable.
He'd gotten out of Dodge when he realized what was happening, as everyone around him yelled and searched around for the source of the disruption.
Running helped. Physical exercise always succeeded in working some of the energy out. The rest he'd need to put back into the ground, once he found a safe place.
On the other hand, taking off like a bat out of hell probably hadn't been such a great idea. Nothing screamed “pay attention to me!” like someone running away from the scene when something weird was happening.
Hunters had probably been called already, which meant he needed to get his ass home now so he could hide out.
But if Cindy had been picked up, and they tortured information out of her, he was going to have to move out of the city before she spoke and the roads shut down. He had to do it before the sun set today. He trusted Cindy, but there was no telling what would happen to her if she didn't comply in the labs.
"Jamie? What are you doing here?"
He jumped at the voice, but then he sighed as he turned around, glad for someone he knew. "Ethan, hey, I was just—" Jamie stopped abruptly.
Ethan stared at him, patiently waiting for an answer, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Jamie could hardly look at him. The second his eyes noticed the light that glimmered off of the gold badge at his hip, not a cop's badge either, the one that had a hawk in flight, Jamie stepped back.
"I didn't know you were a hunter," he said.
"Yeah, I was going to mention it eventually, I guess," Ethan said, rubbing his hand over his trimmed beard. His dark eyes moved back up to Jamie's face, glinting with suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
"Just hanging out."
"In an alley?"
"What?" Jamie looked around. There were bricks and trash and dumpsters lining the space he found himself in. Fuck. He was in an alley.
"Yeah, in an alley. What are you doing here?" Jamie asked. "This isn't exactly a place to be social."
Ethan stared at him hard for a good solid minute, and then took a step toward him. "Are you selling something?"
"What? No," Jamie said. Hunters weren't cops, but in most cases, they had more power than cops did. Ethan could easily fuck up Jamie's day even more if he suspected Jamie was dealing something.
"Are you buying something?" Ethan asked, his voice level, but still suspicious..
"No!"
Jamie snapped his mouth shut. Fuck. It might've been better if he'd just admitted to wanting to buy something. Wanting to get high by drinking the blood of paranormals, or smoking some of their hairs, would've been a hell of a lot easier for Jamie to deal with than having Ethan looking at him like he was now, regardless of the questions he'd have to answer.
Shit, what if Ethan was in the area because of the power outage Jamie had caused? Ethan could be hunting Jamie and not even be
Jamie inhaled deeply. He did it again, and then again. It got easier when he focused. He was going to be hauled in, too, if he didn't cut it out and calm down. He'd already sucked the power out of an entire city block when he checked his phone for the fourteenth time since waking up early that morning. Now he was buzzing with electricity, and it would be too easy for him to lose control and draw even more unwanted attention.
It couldn't be helped. He'd just been too pissed. His best friend was gone, and there was nothing he could do about it.
All the electricity that had been coursing through air conditioners, televisions, and even the phones and iPods from people walking around on the streets, had been tapped. It flowed right into his body as if it had nowhere else to go. Jamie was still jumpy and jittery, like he was on a sugar high. Tiny blue sparks danced out from his fingers. He probably had another white patch in his hair. Thank god he was such a pale blond, almost platinum, that it was hard to notice, but the way his hair stuck up was more noticeable.
He'd gotten out of Dodge when he realized what was happening, as everyone around him yelled and searched around for the source of the disruption.
Running helped. Physical exercise always succeeded in working some of the energy out. The rest he'd need to put back into the ground, once he found a safe place.
On the other hand, taking off like a bat out of hell probably hadn't been such a great idea. Nothing screamed “pay attention to me!” like someone running away from the scene when something weird was happening.
Hunters had probably been called already, which meant he needed to get his ass home now so he could hide out.
But if Cindy had been picked up, and they tortured information out of her, he was going to have to move out of the city before she spoke and the roads shut down. He had to do it before the sun set today. He trusted Cindy, but there was no telling what would happen to her if she didn't comply in the labs.
"Jamie? What are you doing here?"
He jumped at the voice, but then he sighed as he turned around, glad for someone he knew. "Ethan, hey, I was just—" Jamie stopped abruptly.
Ethan stared at him, patiently waiting for an answer, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
Jamie could hardly look at him. The second his eyes noticed the light that glimmered off of the gold badge at his hip, not a cop's badge either, the one that had a hawk in flight, Jamie stepped back.
"I didn't know you were a hunter," he said.
"Yeah, I was going to mention it eventually, I guess," Ethan said, rubbing his hand over his trimmed beard. His dark eyes moved back up to Jamie's face, glinting with suspicion. "What are you doing here?"
"Just hanging out."
"In an alley?"
"What?" Jamie looked around. There were bricks and trash and dumpsters lining the space he found himself in. Fuck. He was in an alley.
"Yeah, in an alley. What are you doing here?" Jamie asked. "This isn't exactly a place to be social."
Ethan stared at him hard for a good solid minute, and then took a step toward him. "Are you selling something?"
"What? No," Jamie said. Hunters weren't cops, but in most cases, they had more power than cops did. Ethan could easily fuck up Jamie's day even more if he suspected Jamie was dealing something.
"Are you buying something?" Ethan asked, his voice level, but still suspicious..
"No!"
Jamie snapped his mouth shut. Fuck. It might've been better if he'd just admitted to wanting to buy something. Wanting to get high by drinking the blood of paranormals, or smoking some of their hairs, would've been a hell of a lot easier for Jamie to deal with than having Ethan looking at him like he was now, regardless of the questions he'd have to answer.
Shit, what if Ethan was in the area because of the power outage Jamie had caused? Ethan could be hunting Jamie and not even be
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