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“You can bitch at me later,” she snaps. “Makayla needs you.”
I throw my leg over my bike and take off toward her front door at a run. Not bothering to slow down, I kick the door in.
“Makayla!” I shout.
Thuds come from down the hall, and I race in that direction. The bathroom door is open, and I see a shadow on the tile floor. It takes me less than a second to enter the room, and when I do, it takes all of my willpower not to vomit.
Makayla is face down in the full tub, and blood swirls in the water.
“I was wondering if you were going to show up.”
I whirl toward the voice and am torn between saving Makayla and murdering Jeff.
You can do both.
Focusing on my inner thoughts, I launch myself at Jeff while simultaneously and silently commanding the water to part so Makayla doesn’t drown.
If she hasn’t already.
Cold water sloshes over the edge of the tub and floods the bathroom floor. Jeff stares at the mess, his jaw dropped in disbelief.
“What the… How did you do that?” he stammers.
“If she’s dead, I swear on all that’s holy, I’ll gut you,” I snarl.
“She should’ve listened to me. If she just would have listened to me.”
“What are you talking about?” I bark.
“I couldn’t let her study Valhalla anymore. I need that position at the museum, not her.”
I remember reading in the folder from Ms. Steinbeck that there was a museum position on the line after Makayla graduates, but I never gave it a second thought, figuring I’d be long gone by then.
“All of this over a fucking job?”
“It’s not just a job! It’s the only way to make it in this field of study. Without Ireland, I’d be ruined.”
“I knew there was something about you I didn’t like as soon as I met you.”
“You think I give a damn?” he counters. “Not only is Makayla already dead, but I’ve seen what you can do. I’ll expose you for the freak of nature you are.”
I laugh bitterly. “Hate to break it to you, Jeff, but you’re not walking out of here alive.”
His eyes widen as he stares past me. I glance over my shoulder and see Makayla standing there with my ax in her hand. I arch a brow in question, and she shrugs.
“It just appeared,” she says as if that’s something she’s used to.
“What are ya gonna do with that?” Jeff asks, fear in his tone.
“Follow through on Viking’s threat,” she says.
I have just enough time to step to the side as she throws the weapon at him, and the blade lodges in his chest. Jeff slumps to the floor in a pool a blood, and several seconds pass when a man shimmers into the room, startling us both.
“I mean you no harm,” he says.
“You shimmered,” I say.
“I’m a Reaper. It’s what we do.” He glances down at the dead man and sighs. “That’s gonna leave a mark.” When he lifts his gaze back to mine, he smiles. “He was a Legacy, you know?”
