I pushed away from the side of the garage and watched the house, looking for signs of Storm, waiting to see if he would get caught. Even though the yard and house was bright, I didn’t see him once.
I really hoped he didn’t screw this up.
I took a deep breath.
The lights over the front door went out.
One. I took off running, zipping across the street way faster than any human could go.
Two. I took advantage of all the excess kinetic energy around the house, courtesy of the guards, and propelled myself even faster.
Three. I opened the front door just wide enough to get through and rushed inside. I heard the shouts from a guard at the corner of the house as the door closed soundlessly behind me.
The light outside came back on.
I pressed myself up against the back of the front door and zeroed in on the guards who had just managed to rush to the other side. If they opened it…
“What the hell was that?” one of them asked.
“Probably a short in the breaker. All these damn lights,” the other muttered.
They both moved away from the door and I let out a breath, pushing away and moving down the hall just as quickly as I got into the house. As I reached for the office door, it opened soundlessly, and my heart skipped a beat as I waited for G.R. to appear.
But he didn’t.
From inside, Storm said, “Hurry up!”
Letting out the breath, I went in, the door pushing shut behind me. This room wasn’t lit up like the outside. The only lighting in here was from a small lamp on the desk across the room.
“How the hell did you get in here so fast?”
“Fast is a talent of mine. Kind of like becoming solid is yours.”
“Well, let’s see how fast you can find some dirt on the Reaper.”
“Where are you?” I asked, searching all the corners of the room.
He moved so he was closer to the desk, so I could make out a shadow near the lamp.
“How did you manage to go ghost all the way? Where are the solid parts of you?”
“They’re still there. I’m just using the non-solid parts to kind of cloak them.”
“Right,” I said, still not completely understanding, but realizing I probably never would unless I spent all my time without a body.
I didn’t have time to think about it anyway. I had an office to search.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Addict - to occupy (oneself) with or involve (oneself) in something habitually or compulsively.”
Frankie
I had come to the conclusion that I was an addict. It didn’t matter how many times I told myself to stop thinking about him, I couldn’t. My emotions were wide open, ranging from flat-out wanting to kick him all the way to daydreaming about the way he kissed.
I went from scheming up ways to get out of the situation I found myself in, which was between him and Rosalyn, to lecturing myself about getting involved in the first place, and then it seemed I always circled back to the way it felt to be in his arms.
Up until last night, I was determined to stay away from him. I made up my mind. He was no good for me and he was driving me insane. But then he showed up on my doorstep, looking wounded. His pathetic attempt at talking was… well, it was pathetic.
