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the start, and if I was a human shrink I'd come up with some sort of genetic mental affliction that felled both Niko and Greer."
I snorted. "Are you saying my kid may be mental too?"
Mom smacked my hand. "Don't even joke about such a thing. "A paranormal's life is hard enough with extended longevity, and the emotional toll of both our powers and having to hide from the world. Don't go asking for more trouble."
"I know, Mom. I was only joking. So tell me how your investigation has been progressing. I haven't seen Grams in days now."
"Grams has a case in Bali. She'll be back tomorrow. Other than that, I need your help."
"Anything," I said, glad the talk had turned from personal to business.
"I need a shape changer. Ivy said Cassandra would be the best person for the job?" Cassandra Monteith was an agent with Sentinel, rival agency to Omega. She was also a good friend of mine, and as it happens, of Grams too.
I nodded and pulled out my phone. "I'm sure she'd be happy to help. I have it on good authority that she'd do anything for Grams. I'll text her your details and you two can take it from there." I tapped away the message and hit send. "What do you need her for?"
Mom grinned. "The Panther Alpha from Memphis is a concern. We think he's been trading in information."
"And you want Cassandra to take his form and see what she can find out?" I smiled. "Excellent plan. You'd make a good agent yet, Celeste Odel."
Mom laughed and pinched my cheek.
I got to my feet. "Right. Gotta go make my stop. And then I'm outta here."
CHAPTER 10
I ENTERED L OGAN ' S ROOM THINKING THE decor needed a change. Something bright.
Maybe blue.
I'd heard somewhere blue was a good color for hospitals and care centers. Apparently, patients recover faster when they see the color blue more often.
I sighed and walked to the closest window. Gunmetal clouds hung low, promising an impending storm. I shut the heavy drapes and switched on the floor lamp beside the window.
The machines set a background rhythm of low beeps, and Logan seemed oblivious to my presence.
I'd gotten used to that.
My feet felt heavy as I walked to the bed and sat beside him. I was careful not to jostle him but he seemed to have no sense of my presence. He'd gotten paler.
Dad should take him out into the sun a little more. Surely being inside all these months would be bad for him. Vitamin D or G or something.
Logan was dreaming again, his lids moving as his eyes shifted frantically beneath them. One of the machines began to beep faster but he didn't seem to be in any physical danger. I took his hand, holding it gently as he began to thrash harder, hoping that my presence would ease his suffering.
With each passing day I wondered how much of a difference I really made to him.
I was studying his hand in mine, tracing my thumb across the back of his wrist when I gasped. A few inches away, just beyond his wrist joint, his skin had begun to glow. So strange, as if a fire burned somewhere deep inside him, his translucent skin revealing the golden embers.
I shivered but didn't let go, stared but didn't call out.
What would my father be able to do anyway? This was Logan's power trying to surface. His fire had been tamped down for so long. Surely that was a danger to both Logan, and those around him.
As I got to my feet, I froze, Logan voice lifting the hair off the back of my neck. "You must find her. She is the key."
His voice rippled across my skin, guttural and harsh. But when I looked at his face, my heart twisted. His eyes remained closed. He wasn't speaking to me. He'd called out, deep within his dream, and I wondered who he thought needed saving.
Logan moaned and shook his head, saying no to someone only he could see. "You must find her. She is real. And you must hurry. The world is in danger. And she is the key."
I held back a desperate sob. Logan was the one I needed to save. Not some stranger only he knew. Then his lids opened. Flames danced within his
I snorted. "Are you saying my kid may be mental too?"
Mom smacked my hand. "Don't even joke about such a thing. "A paranormal's life is hard enough with extended longevity, and the emotional toll of both our powers and having to hide from the world. Don't go asking for more trouble."
"I know, Mom. I was only joking. So tell me how your investigation has been progressing. I haven't seen Grams in days now."
"Grams has a case in Bali. She'll be back tomorrow. Other than that, I need your help."
"Anything," I said, glad the talk had turned from personal to business.
"I need a shape changer. Ivy said Cassandra would be the best person for the job?" Cassandra Monteith was an agent with Sentinel, rival agency to Omega. She was also a good friend of mine, and as it happens, of Grams too.
I nodded and pulled out my phone. "I'm sure she'd be happy to help. I have it on good authority that she'd do anything for Grams. I'll text her your details and you two can take it from there." I tapped away the message and hit send. "What do you need her for?"
Mom grinned. "The Panther Alpha from Memphis is a concern. We think he's been trading in information."
"And you want Cassandra to take his form and see what she can find out?" I smiled. "Excellent plan. You'd make a good agent yet, Celeste Odel."
Mom laughed and pinched my cheek.
I got to my feet. "Right. Gotta go make my stop. And then I'm outta here."
CHAPTER 10
I ENTERED L OGAN ' S ROOM THINKING THE decor needed a change. Something bright.
Maybe blue.
I'd heard somewhere blue was a good color for hospitals and care centers. Apparently, patients recover faster when they see the color blue more often.
I sighed and walked to the closest window. Gunmetal clouds hung low, promising an impending storm. I shut the heavy drapes and switched on the floor lamp beside the window.
The machines set a background rhythm of low beeps, and Logan seemed oblivious to my presence.
I'd gotten used to that.
My feet felt heavy as I walked to the bed and sat beside him. I was careful not to jostle him but he seemed to have no sense of my presence. He'd gotten paler.
Dad should take him out into the sun a little more. Surely being inside all these months would be bad for him. Vitamin D or G or something.
Logan was dreaming again, his lids moving as his eyes shifted frantically beneath them. One of the machines began to beep faster but he didn't seem to be in any physical danger. I took his hand, holding it gently as he began to thrash harder, hoping that my presence would ease his suffering.
With each passing day I wondered how much of a difference I really made to him.
I was studying his hand in mine, tracing my thumb across the back of his wrist when I gasped. A few inches away, just beyond his wrist joint, his skin had begun to glow. So strange, as if a fire burned somewhere deep inside him, his translucent skin revealing the golden embers.
I shivered but didn't let go, stared but didn't call out.
What would my father be able to do anyway? This was Logan's power trying to surface. His fire had been tamped down for so long. Surely that was a danger to both Logan, and those around him.
As I got to my feet, I froze, Logan voice lifting the hair off the back of my neck. "You must find her. She is the key."
His voice rippled across my skin, guttural and harsh. But when I looked at his face, my heart twisted. His eyes remained closed. He wasn't speaking to me. He'd called out, deep within his dream, and I wondered who he thought needed saving.
Logan moaned and shook his head, saying no to someone only he could see. "You must find her. She is real. And you must hurry. The world is in danger. And she is the key."
I held back a desperate sob. Logan was the one I needed to save. Not some stranger only he knew. Then his lids opened. Flames danced within his
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