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passing hour, that darkness moved in more and more, until it felt like it was going to choke her. And now…it was just moments away. It could hit in an instant. Of course, it could also take a week. She needed that one missing piece.
The echo was turning into a hum even now and every step she took made the awful music grow louder.
Caleb sensed it too. He was watching her with those dark eyes, watching and waiting for the time to step in. “Do we need to leave?” he asked quietly.
“No. It’s better if we stay.” She shook her head and continued to stare out over the campus.
One of the buildings loomed in front of her and her gaze landed on the doorway—logically, she shouldn’t know what it was. Logically.
But she did.
And… click…
“It was here,” she said, her mouth going dry. The images slammed into her brain. Caleb was silent as everything played out in her head, her vision blurring as the girl’s vision superimposed with her own. Right there—that was where he stopped me/her…
“I need to walk. I’ve finally got something,” she said, forcing her shields up enough so she could focus and talk to Caleb.
“Okay.” Caleb blew out a breath. “Do you need me?”
She could feel the warmth of his presence, hovering just beyond herself and all she had to do was reach for him. “No.” Yes …but she wasn’t going to lose herself in the relaxing comfort of his presence yet. She needed to feel everything the girl had felt for now. “I’m good. I just need to be…somewhere.”
Her instincts would take her to the right spot.
They started up the path away from the library, heading toward the Rotunda. “She’s going to medical school,” Destin said quietly, tuning back into the pain, the vision slicing into her.
“Yes. Her father died of cancer.”
Of course, he knew. He would have read all about the victims, as much as he could find anyway. She had to take that in bit by bit or it colored too much of what she was searching for.
The knowledge hurt even more. It was an old, familiar pain, all that bright and determined hope, so carelessly damaged.
“She hasn’t gone home.”
“No.” He glanced over at her. “Four others did. She hasn’t.”
Destin nodded. A wash of darkness crept across her field of vision, followed by a flicker of bright lights, the ghostly echo of laughter. “There…” She stumbled into him. He steadied her with his hand on her arm.
“Easy,” he murmured. “I got you.”
He passed a hand down her hair. “Let me in now, Destin.”
“No.” She shook her head, hating that she was tempted. So tempted. “Not yet.”
This was what she had to do. She’d rely on him later, but for now, this was up to her. This was what she’d been made for. She hated their suffering, their pain. This was what she needed. But as much as she hated their pain, there was a part of her that lived for this, because this was how she brought down monsters.
She was every bit as monstrous as they were, she thought…waiting for the next job, living for the next time she could go on a chase like this. It didn’t matter that she worked to hunt them down, make them stop.
They were predators who loved to cause fear…and she was a predator who loved to hunt them.
Monsters, the lot of them, and she was no better. Without them, she had no purpose.
Her feet stumbled on the path as the darkness edged in closer. If Caleb hadn’t been so close, she might have gone to the ground. “Easy,” he murmured, sliding an arm around her waist. Anybody watching them would think they were just walking arm and arm, but he was all but carrying her now, the weakness draining out of her as the connection deepened.
….laughing…why is he laughing… the confusion from the girl tore into her. Confusion, a fog of fear.
“Shit, Destin,” he muttered. “You should have said it was coming at you this hard. How bad is it going to be?”
“It’s not going to be bad,” she said, her voice thick as
The echo was turning into a hum even now and every step she took made the awful music grow louder.
Caleb sensed it too. He was watching her with those dark eyes, watching and waiting for the time to step in. “Do we need to leave?” he asked quietly.
“No. It’s better if we stay.” She shook her head and continued to stare out over the campus.
One of the buildings loomed in front of her and her gaze landed on the doorway—logically, she shouldn’t know what it was. Logically.
But she did.
And… click…
“It was here,” she said, her mouth going dry. The images slammed into her brain. Caleb was silent as everything played out in her head, her vision blurring as the girl’s vision superimposed with her own. Right there—that was where he stopped me/her…
“I need to walk. I’ve finally got something,” she said, forcing her shields up enough so she could focus and talk to Caleb.
“Okay.” Caleb blew out a breath. “Do you need me?”
She could feel the warmth of his presence, hovering just beyond herself and all she had to do was reach for him. “No.” Yes …but she wasn’t going to lose herself in the relaxing comfort of his presence yet. She needed to feel everything the girl had felt for now. “I’m good. I just need to be…somewhere.”
Her instincts would take her to the right spot.
They started up the path away from the library, heading toward the Rotunda. “She’s going to medical school,” Destin said quietly, tuning back into the pain, the vision slicing into her.
“Yes. Her father died of cancer.”
Of course, he knew. He would have read all about the victims, as much as he could find anyway. She had to take that in bit by bit or it colored too much of what she was searching for.
The knowledge hurt even more. It was an old, familiar pain, all that bright and determined hope, so carelessly damaged.
“She hasn’t gone home.”
“No.” He glanced over at her. “Four others did. She hasn’t.”
Destin nodded. A wash of darkness crept across her field of vision, followed by a flicker of bright lights, the ghostly echo of laughter. “There…” She stumbled into him. He steadied her with his hand on her arm.
“Easy,” he murmured. “I got you.”
He passed a hand down her hair. “Let me in now, Destin.”
“No.” She shook her head, hating that she was tempted. So tempted. “Not yet.”
This was what she had to do. She’d rely on him later, but for now, this was up to her. This was what she’d been made for. She hated their suffering, their pain. This was what she needed. But as much as she hated their pain, there was a part of her that lived for this, because this was how she brought down monsters.
She was every bit as monstrous as they were, she thought…waiting for the next job, living for the next time she could go on a chase like this. It didn’t matter that she worked to hunt them down, make them stop.
They were predators who loved to cause fear…and she was a predator who loved to hunt them.
Monsters, the lot of them, and she was no better. Without them, she had no purpose.
Her feet stumbled on the path as the darkness edged in closer. If Caleb hadn’t been so close, she might have gone to the ground. “Easy,” he murmured, sliding an arm around her waist. Anybody watching them would think they were just walking arm and arm, but he was all but carrying her now, the weakness draining out of her as the connection deepened.
….laughing…why is he laughing… the confusion from the girl tore into her. Confusion, a fog of fear.
“Shit, Destin,” he muttered. “You should have said it was coming at you this hard. How bad is it going to be?”
“It’s not going to be bad,” she said, her voice thick as
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