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“I’m disappointed. I thought for a minute you were going to show us what you are working with.” Kurtis laughs.
“And how far were you going to take that prank?” I ask, more than a bit curious about the lengths they are willing go for a proper hazing.
“As far as you’d let us,” Kurtis answers unashamedly.
“Evenbonding?” I glare at him. “You were actually trying to trick me into having sex?”
“Bonding can mean a lot of things.” Evan says, as if I don’t know what the word means.
“We would have taken it as far as we could.” Dante pokes at his food as if it’s offended him.
“Is all this harassment part of my training? The sex ceremony? Getting into my bed? The feigned attraction?”
They are all quiet.
“No, really,” I scoff. “How long do I have to put up with your assaults?”
Again, nothing.
“Fine.” Giving up, I toast, “To more stupidity for the rest of my fucking cursed life.”
We eat in silence the rest of the meal until the bill comes. I pull out some cash, but they wave me off, and Evan places down a black card.Crap. Karma gives them exclusive black cards?
Evan grins at my intense ogling of the limitless credit card. “Only for agents who have five years of service and no marks against their record.” He winks. “Let’s see if you can get there. I doubt you can. You have a bit too much sass.”
A glass crashes against the flatware at the table behind us. The man grabs a woman’s arm and growls something in her ear. Her eyes are downcast, and she has the battered girlfriend vibe that I’ve unfortunately seen a million times.
I feel all three guys at my table tense. I open up my third eye and see their bright auras, then I watch as etheric cords reach out to read the couple. I’m surprised by the light radiating off of them. Although not as bright as Karma’s, the signature is similar. It’sherpower and her magic they can tap into.
Evan nods, and the other two do the same. I am about to see my first job in action—a complicated one. How does one teach an abuser a lesson without causing more harm to the victim? I worry that might not be the point.
Evan hurries the server along to close our tab, and then we get to our feet. We have enough time to exit before the burly abuser and his victim leave the restaurant.
“What are we going to do?” I whisper to Kurtis as we reach the sidewalk.
He hushes me and says, “Watch. Stay out of the way for this one.”
I move down the sidewalk but close enough to witness their job.
Dante runs across the street to a convenience store and returns with a piece of paper in his hand.
As the couple comes out, the burly jerk has her by the upper arm, and he’s dragging her down the sidewalk.
Evan rams into him, knocking the man’s hold loose.
As expected, the man shoves Evan, but he isn’t a tiny woman to be tossed about. He’s six feet and two hundred pounds of pure muscle, and he shoves back. They begin to tussle, but Evan slowly draws him farther away from the girlfriend.
With the boyfriend distracted, Dante approaches the woman, and I strain to hear his conversation with her.
“You deserve better. I know you probably feel trapped, and you have no money of your own or not enough to survive on. If you promise to leave this man and find happiness in yourself, I will give you this winning lottery ticket.” He hands her a slip of paper. “And this is the number of a local women’s shelter.”
When she glances at it, she gasps. “Why are you doing this?”
“I see so much potential in you. You need to follow your dreams. You are an artist, aren’t you?”
She looks nervously over his shoulder, seeing the burly jerk still engaged with his scuffle. She hesitates. “Yeah, but…”
“No more of that.” Dante presses the winning lottery card into her hand and gazes at her with his intense, sky blue eyes. “Save yourself before it’s too late.”
