Redemption

Soul - 1

by

C.J. Barry

This book is dedicated to the angels of this world.

Acknowledgments

I’d like to thank the many fine people who made this book possible. My indomitable agent and dear friend, Robert Brown, for believing this book was worth fighting for. My brave editor, Megha Parekh, for charting new territory with the skill and confidence of an old soul. Grand Central Publishing for putting it all together like the talented folks they are. My beta-readers, Patti, Jill, and Pam, who boldly go before everyone else. My family, siblings, and parents, who understand that writing is what I live for and keeps me out of trouble. And of course, to my fearless readers who have followed me from genre to genre, never knowing what they will get next. Thank you for trusting me once again.

Chapter One

Charles R. Merck leaned back in his chair and regarded the woman who called herself Reya standing in the middle of his office. She appeared to be in her late twenties, with long black hair that edged on blue.

His overhead lights glowed off porcelain skin. Her eyes were sharp, quicksilver in color, and almond in shape. A silky fabric covered her from head to toe in a black glove that left nothing to his imagination. The long coat dusted her knees, and opened up just enough to make him itch to see more.

He didn’t usually see clients at this hour of night, but when she’d shown up unexpectedly, he’d taken one look at her long, sleek, sexy body and decided to work late. His wife wouldn’t miss him. She knew better than to question what he did.

Reya lifted her dark gaze to study him in the dim light of evening, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a chill up his spine. But then he remembered who he was. He owned this office. This building, in fact, and every soul in it.

He laced his fingers across his belly. “So what brings you here, Miss Reya…?”

Her red lips formed the words “Just Reya.”

He gave her a smile. Perhaps she was a call girl. Even better. “Reya, it is. What may I do for you?”

She didn’t smile back. “Actually, I’m here to do something for you.”

His smile grew as his mind leapt ahead. She was a hooker, an early birthday present from one of the boys. Harold, perhaps. Or Carl. He’d have to thank them big-time tomorrow.

She slipped the long black coat off and swung it on the back of the chair. Damn, she was a looker. He was already getting hard. He licked his lips. “And what would that be?”

She spread her hands on his desk and leaned forward, giving him a look at a nice pair of breasts beneath the black tank top. “I’m here to tell you your sins.”

His eyes were glued to her breasts, and he nearly missed the words. Then he looked into her eyes. They seemed almost animal-like. Confusion clouded his head, and then he laughed. The boys picked a live one this time.

“Tell me my sins or act out my sins?” he countered.

Her expression didn’t change. There was an endless darkness in those eyes, and the hair stood up on the back of his neck.

“You run a twenty-billion-dollar company,” she said, her voice rough. “You gave yourself a fifty percent raise and a five-million-dollar bonus last year.”

He couldn’t pull himself away from her gaze, and he noticed an annoying ringing in his ears. Despite that, his mind was catching up quickly. “Wait. What? How do you know that?”

“While your employees were told the company was on hard times. Mandatory overtime without pay, no raises, no compensation for their blood.”

The ringing in his ears increased. His hands were suddenly freezing; he could hardly feel his fingers. Anger set in slowly, his mind fighting every step of the way. This was his office. And all the while, he couldn’t escape her eyes.

“The secret meetings where you dreamed up your next way to squeeze them,” she continued, her voice a hypnotic tone. “Stupid idiots. Like puppets in your hands. A penny here, a dollar there, they won’t even notice. And if they did, they won’t dare say anything for fear of losing their tiny houses and food for their rug rats.”

Her words echoed in his mind, memories of words he’d said himself in those meetings. Who told her? Who betrayed him? No one fucked with him. He didn’t get to be a powerful man by being nice.

“Who told you?” he managed to rasp.

She smiled then, and the chill that had claimed his hands spread up his arms and to his chest. He was shaking from the cold.

“You did,” she said. “And now you have one chance to make it right.”

His entire body was trembling uncontrollably now. “If you think you can blackmail me, forget it. I’ll destroy you.”

She stepped back from the desk and stared at him. His world, the world he’d created for twenty-two years, seemed to fade away. All he could see was her black shape, which had swallowed his office.

“Are you sorry for your sins, Charles Raymond Merck?”

He sputtered through lips that felt like ice. “Sorry? For what? You come in here and tell me I’m wrong? I’m wrong? I built this company from nothing. Those peons would have nothing without me.”

Righteous anger warmed his chest, bringing him back to his senses, strengthening him as he latched on to what he’d built. He pointed a finger at her. “You tell whoever you work for to go to hell. Now get the fuck out of my office.”

She didn’t move, only narrowed her gaze. It felt like a sliver of ice to his soul. “I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Goodbye, Charles.”

While he watched, she turned, grabbed her coat, and walked across the marble floor to the door. He reached for his phone, icy fingers fumbling to punch the numbers.

They answered on the first ring. “Security.”

Charles clutched his fingers, trying to get blood flow back into them. His office was freezing. “There’s a woman dressed in black leaving my office. Detain her. Use force if you have to.”

“Yes, sir.”

Charles slammed the phone down and punched in another phone number. Normally he wouldn’t risk calling one of his goons from his office, but screw it. He could cover it up. His best man, Harris, answered, “Yes?” It sounded like he was in a bar. Too bad.

“I have a woman I need you to interrogate tonight,” he said.

“I have a previous engagement,” Harris answered.

Charles clenched the phone and felt life in his fingers. “I don’t give a damn. I fucking pay you well enough. Get your ass down here now.”

There was a tense pause. “Of course.” Then the line went dead.

Charles tossed the phone in its cradle and leaned back in his chair. He felt terrible, his body vacillating between chill and outrage. That bitch. Who the hell did she think she was, telling him his sins? He’d make damn sure he found where she’d gotten her information from, and then he’d make sure she never shared it with anyone again.

“Fuck her,” he muttered and pushed off his chair. He walked around his desk. He stumbled unsteadily to the liquor cabinet. He opened the doors and grabbed a bottle of very good scotch. He sloshed scotch into a glass and raised it to his numb lips. The liquor burned down his throat in a single swallow. The heat raced like a flame down his core.

He filled the glass again, happy to see his hands were steadier now. His mind felt clearer and sharp. By the end of this night, that bitch would be silenced along with any dirty little secrets she had on him.

He grinned. He was back.

Charles took his glass over to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that surrounded his penthouse office. Below, Manhattan stretched out in straight, perpendicular lines. From this vantage, it was a thing of beauty. Made by men like him. This was his city, and he knew his place in its hierarchy. He was a powerful man. Others looked up to him and treated him as such.

No smart-ass woman was going to change that.

As he sipped his drink, the arrow-straight streets began to waver. He frowned and blinked rapidly as they merged and parted. He looked down at his drink. It was the first one today. Was it an earthquake?

He looked out again, feeling suddenly dizzy as the city lights spun wildly. Whole blocks of skyscraper windows blinked on and off. Rows of streetlights twisted and warped.

This is wrong, he thought, taking a step back. Something was happening. He swung around, paranoid, feeling as though he were being watched.

Suddenly, his office lights flickered, and then went black. The usual thrum of the air-conditioning ground to a halt, leaving an eerie silence and the ever increasing ringing in his ears.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he swore he could see shadows circling his office. They mocked him with their swagger. He knew he was in trouble, but his mind seemed to shut down completely, unable to form a course of action.

His phone. He needed his phone. He leaned in the direction of his desk, but his feet wouldn’t move.

“Move,” he heard himself say, surprised at the high pitch of his voice. “Move!”

Nothing. Panic seized him again, more powerfully this time. He tried to wrench his body around, and the glass slipped from his fingers. He heard the heavy crystal shatter on the marble.

Finally freeing himself, he reeled back a few more paces and hit the wall. The office rocked up and down like a boat, and he swayed heavily. Fog filled his mind, and his body seemed detached and weak. His gaze dropped to the broken glass on the floor, a few feet away.

For long moments, he stared at the tumbler. It didn’t look right. His brain scrambled to find the wrong. The base was fine, but the sides were like knives, pointing straight up.

Charles laid his head back against the cold wall and looked up. Reya’s smile flashed in his eyes. And then the floor shifted again, sending him stumbling—one terrible step at a time—closer to the glass. He tried to call out, but the words wouldn’t form.

He fell forward like he was toppling off a tall building, felt the glass enter deep into his chest. The pain was quick and cold radiated from the floor. He couldn’t move, couldn’t yell for help. Flashes of his life passed by in seconds. The truth of what he’d been sunk in swiftly and terribly, and the fear of all the wrongs he’d done crushed him into the glass. Warm blood soaked his shirt and his face, and then there was no more cold.

* * *

“This board has completed its case review and investigation into the allegation of misconduct in the accidental shooting death of Joseph E. Viare,” Margery said in a smoker’s voice.

She peered up from the sheet in front of her and looked directly into Thane’s eyes over the table between them. Glasses perched on the tip of her nose made her look more like a librarian than a hard-nosed supervisor sitting at a long table of lawyers, various chain of command, and the police district’s community relations representatives.

She could try to intimidate him, but this wasn’t his first time in front of Internal Affairs, and chances were very good that it wouldn’t be his last. This was little more than a staring contest.

“Detective Thane Driscoll,” she continued, not breaking her gaze. “Our finding in this case is ‘not sustained.’”

Thane kept his poker face. A verdict of not sustained was better than he’d hoped for. He must be getting good at this.

“A written reprimand has been added to your file and supervisory counseling has been recommended,” she continued, looking back at the paper.

Only then did Thane breathe. Not bad for the accidental slash self-defense death of a child molester and killer. Or suspect, as they liked to refer to the bastard. Thane knew better. All the cops on that case knew better. Viare got exactly what he deserved. Thane had just gotten off with a slap on the wrist. He could live with that.

Then Margery laid the paper on the table and took off her glasses. She leaned back in her chair and said, “However, this is the second such incident you have been involved with in the past five years.”

Shit. He should have known he wouldn’t get off that easy.

“And although you were exonerated in the last investigation, we wouldn’t want to see you again.” She gave him a smile that could freeze Hell.

“Therefore, this board is recommending probation for a period of one year. If there are any further violations during that time, you will be placed on active suspension.”

He knew he could fight the probation, but if this was the worst they were prepared to do, he’d take it. The room was silent for a full minute as the wall of faces stared at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“This hearing is concluded,” Margery said with a nod.

The board members stood up and proceeded to walk out. He gathered his files, tucked them under his arm, and escaped Margery’s watchful stare.

He accepted congratulations from the members of the Internal Affairs board on his way back to his desk. Martin met him halfway.

“How did it go with the old battle ax?” his partner asked as he walked next to Thane.

Thane smiled at the hot new receptionist no one had been able to land yet. “Probation.”

“Shit,” Martin said and waved at the receptionist. He was a married man. “For how long?”

“A year,” Thane answered as they entered the open squad room, crisply divided into chest-high cubicles that did little to defuse the noise of the twenty-two people working here. Phones were ringing, and ten conversations were going on at once. It created a din of productivity, but it didn’t fool him. There was little real justice here, or in any other precinct in this city, what with all the protections the bad guys had. Most of his coworkers were just going through the motions.

Thane reached their joint cubicle, where two horseshoe desktops faced each other and connected in the center. The tall cubicle walls cut the two of them off from the other units. The Paranormal Investigation Unit sign hanging on the outside made sure no one bothered them. He shoved the paperwork into his file cabinet as far in the back as he could. A year was a long time to be a good boy. He wasn’t sure if he was up to it.

Martin sat in his chair. He spoke quietly over the top of the piles of files and paperwork that covered their shared desktop. “You’re lucky. You know that, right?”

Thane sat down to face him and sorted through his mail. “So you’ve mentioned before.”

“I swear to God, I see you even look at your gun, I’ll shoot you myself,” Martin added for good measure.

Thane grinned. He wouldn’t.

Martin reached out and tapped a stack of papers. “Look, this is serious. No more…” He glanced around and lowered his voice more. “Accidents.”

Thane glanced up at Martin then. The death of the suspect hadn’t been accidental, and Martin knew it even though he hadn’t seen it happen. Fooling Internal Affairs was one thing, but Thane couldn’t fool Martin. They’d worked together for three years, thrown into this fledgling department from the beginning. No one wanted this job. It was more than a bonding experience; it was a damn tragedy.

“I’ll be more careful,” he said with a smile. For a year.

Martin pressed his lips together. “I hope so. It’s hell breaking in a new partner. Besides, I’d like to get out of this unit someday.”

Thane couldn’t agree more, but then again, it did bring him a whole new, mostly insane, definitely dangerous, set of criminals. They’d investigated murderers who took orders from God, occult leaders performing human sacrifices, homeless people who suddenly thought they were superheroes, you name it. If the crime involved a crazy person, he and Martin were called in. In a city like this, they had more business than they knew what to do with.

That didn’t mean they got any respect though. He’d heard all the jokes. But really, he didn’t care. There was more freedom and leeway in this unit than anywhere else on the force. That suited him just fine.

“The good news is, I’m back on the job,” Thane said. “What’s going on?”

“We had another suspicious death last night,” Martin said with a frown.

Thane stopped shuffling mail he had no intention of reading. “Where?”

“Penthouse office building in midtown,” Martin said, picking up the file. He opened the contents and read it. “Victim was Charles Merck. Fifty-eight years old. Your basic rich CEO. Died when he fell on a broken glass tumbler. Went right through his chest, right between the ribs, which is no small miracle. He bled out on the floor.”

“Nothing suspicious though,” Thane said with a shrug. “Why do we care?”

Martin raised an eyebrow and smiled for the first time today. “Our girl was there.”

* * *

Reya propped her booted feet up on the coffee table in her apartment. It was morning, she was dressed, and time was a-wastin’. “Who’s next?”

Orson sat in a chair across from her with a pad of paper and a fountain pen writing away. The shock of white hair on his head stuck out in every direction. If he slept, she’d think he just got out of bed.

He didn’t look up. “I don’t know yet.”

Reya tapped her fingernails on the end table, bored. She hated being between jobs, and it had been more than twelve hours since Merck. A smile touched her lips. That one had been sweet. Granted, they all were, but every once in a while, she’d get a real gem. By now, he was on the other side trying to bargain his way out of the hole he’d dug for himself in this life.

Oh well. Sucked to be him.

She shoved off the couch and walked the perimeter of the tiny apartment she called home in this physical dimension. A living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom—and that was it. Not that it mattered, she was rarely here except to eat, sleep, and pick up her next assignment from Orson. Plus it was free. Couldn’t beat free, especially in New York City.

She turned to Orson. “How about now?”

He glanced up from his writing and peered at her through thick, myopic glasses with infinite patience. No matter what she said or did, he never changed. It bugged her to no end.

“Soon, Reya.”

She blew out a long breath. The red tape in the spirit world could rival that in any DMV. “There is a whole city of murderers, drug dealers, and abusers out there. How long can it take?”

Orson pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Our prospects—”

“Prospects?” she said, bursting out laughing. “Is that what we are calling them now?”

“Our prospects,” he repeated evenly, “need to be approached at a specific time in their lives—”

“They’re assholes, Orson,” she said. “They will always be assholes. That’s the job.”

“In order to be receptive to your offer of redemption,” Orson finished.

“Which they never take,” she reminded him. “Have you noticed that?”

“We must still give them the chance,” he pressed.

She stopped in front of him. “Why? Will one moment of regret undo all the damage they’ve done throughout their lives? Bring back the people they’ve killed? Give justice to the ones they’ve wronged?”

“No,” Orson said. “But it will set them on the right path.”

“It still doesn’t even the scales,” she said, disgust rising in her voice.

“You know it doesn’t work that way,” Orson replied. “Everyone who comes here chooses the life they get.”

He kept saying that but she just wasn’t buying it. “Who would choose to be raped or molested or tortured?”

Orson set the pad on his lap and gave her his full attention. “They chose that life. To grow. To understand and—”

“To experience pain and pleasure in equal parts over many lifetimes,” she cut in with a wave of her hand. “I know the drill. I just don’t buy it.”

Orson frowned slightly, and she knew he was disappointed in her lack of progress on that front. The Universe might have its rules but it didn’t mean she had to like them.

“I’m sure someday you will understand,” Orson replied and picked up his pad. “Besides, everyone deserves a second chance, don’t you think?”

She felt that one to her soul. Orson knew her past. He knew why she was here, hunting down the worst of the worst. Why he had even agreed to work with a woman who wavered on the line between darkness and light was beyond her.

He blinked at her through his glasses and said softly, “I’m sorry. I know you are doing your best.”

Reya silently accepted his apology. He was right. Everyone deserved a second chance, even the biggest, baddest assholes. They also deserved to die in some horrible way that included castration and quartering. Then she’d feel a whole lot better.

Orson was writing again, and she knew she couldn’t push him for the next job. He wouldn’t hurry for her sake. He’d been doing this a lot longer than she had—eons probably—and followed orders faithfully. She wasn’t going to change that, regardless of how much she needed this redemption.

As much as it sucked to be between worlds, there was no going back into the darkness. She only hoped she’d be able to stand living in the light.

She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It contained a fresh quart of milk and a chocolate layer cake covered with whole strawberries. Guilt accompanied the realization that Orson had gone shopping for her. He might be a pain in the ass, but he was the best friend she had and an excellent envoy.

She took out the cake and cut a big slice, poured a tall glass of milk, and took both out for Orson. He’d most likely refuse it, but it was the gesture that counted. When she got to the living room, he was writing furiously—communicating with God-knew-who God-knew-how.

Her pulse sped up as she set down the plate and glass. “Got one?”

He didn’t stop writing until he was finished. Then he ripped off the sheet and handed it to her. Reya wiped her hands on her jeans and took the sheet from him. It contained a location, a time, and a name.

She held the paper with both hands and zeroed in on the name.

Alexander Wolken.

Discomfort crawled across her body and mind as she closed her eyes and repeated his name. The process of discovery was always the same; acute and violent, but necessary to do the job. The pain increased as visions floated in, slowly at first and then rising to a frightful crescendo of voices, shouts, anger, and animalistic violence.

Willfully, she slipped into his world, into his past, and heard him yell, felt him hit tender skin, break delicate bones. Women’s cries and pleas for mercy only made him stronger. He raped viciously and repeatedly, leaving his victims battered and torn from the inside out. Never to be the same.

When she’d seen enough, Reya extracted herself from the past, back through the pain and this reality. A part of her core felt splintered, the residual ache excruciating and protracted like any good torture.

She grimaced and rubbed the center of her chest where it felt like a cannonball had shot clear through. Disgust claimed the hole as it healed, the pain vanishing. The memories, however, lingered. Why, she didn’t know. Perhaps punishment, although Orson would deny that. He’d say that it was her free will to accept this job, blah-blah. Whatever the reason, the process never changed. She’d signed up for this, knowing it would be like this. She was beginning to wonder if she was any good at decision-making.

When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to find Orson studying her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his face etched with concern.

She fought the wave of nausea and dizziness that always accompanied a quick retreat, but it was worth it to get out of the bastard’s head. “Just ducky.”

Orson nodded slowly. “You must be at the precise location at the precise time noted.”

Reya eyed him in warning. She’d heard this speech a hundred times. “I know.”

“All the logistics will be taken care of,” he added.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” she muttered, feeling her stomach turn. This “prospect” was the reason capital punishment was invented. He oozed evil to his soul.

Orson continued speaking as if he were totally oblivious to her distress. “You cannot interfere with the prospect’s free will in any way.”

She tuned out and concentrated on not puking on her rug. She had memorized the rules long ago. The rug was new.

“You cannot judge. You cannot kill them or save them. You cannot divulge any information about yourself, your mission, or the future. Do you agree to these parameters?” Orson asked.

The nausea made her answer with more than a little attitude. “I do. I always do. Why do we have to go through this every single time? Do you think I don’t remember?”

“I know you remember,” Orson said with a smile. “But as always, there is free will.”

Right. “Not for me, Orson.”

He kept his gaze on her for a few long seconds, and she knew what he was thinking. She didn’t need his pity or concern. She’d asked for this.

This was her redemption.

Chapter Two

Thane studied the surveillance video just sent over from Merck Enterprises’ security team with Martin hovering behind him. The only person who’d visited Mr. Merck before his untimely, accidental death yesterday was one woman. Thane hit the Play button, looping the video tape through to the beginning.

It was 5 p.m., and the precinct office was loud and boisterous. He had to concentrate over the shouts and projectiles being tossed from cube to cube. He zeroed in on the woman walking down the empty corridor. She turned to look over her shoulder as she passed by the camera. Her gaze settled directly on the camera, eyes black as the night. Thane felt a shiver in his soul. Or what he had left of a soul. This job had sucked most of it out.

“No wonder he let her into his office. Does she get hotter with every tape or what?” Martin said, clearly impressed.

Thane was trying not to notice. He had a rule about not finding criminals hot. In this case, though, he might have to make an exception.

“Are they planning an autopsy on Merck?” Thane asked, unable to take his eyes off the footage.

Martin replied, “Yup. It’ll take a few days. Doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush. Everyone hated his guts. Besides, it appears to be a freak accident.”

Like all the others. This was the seventh “freak accident” this month, but there were probably more. They just happened to stumble upon the pattern recently. Bad people dying in freakish ways.

Not that he minded that much, especially an untouchable like Merck. He was as dirty as they got, surrounded by an army of lawyers and well-paid, tight-lipped assistants. He deserved a far worse fate than bleeding to death facedown in his office.

The only connection between the spree of accidents was that they all involved the deaths of lowlifes. And one woman who may have seen them before they died. This was the third time they’d caught her near the scenes of the strange deaths. He’d bet there were more.

“No ID on her?” he asked Martin.

“Not yet. We ran her face through all our systems. She’s nowhere to be found. Seriously, I want to know how she does it.”

Thane stopped the video and switched to the next one. This showed her in the elevator that she rode down thirty-seven floors. A chill ran through him as the elevator music played out, and he rewound the tape for another look.

“You see something?” Martin asked, leaning forward and lowering his voice.

He replayed it at regular speed. Her mouth wasn’t moving, but he could hear people whispering. Hushed voices. Was it coming from the elevator? “Do you hear anything?”

Martin glanced at Thane and shook his head slowly. “No, nothing. Why?”

The whispers were definitely there, but Martin didn’t hear them. Thane couldn’t tell where they were coming from but, when he stopped the tape, the whispers stopped. Maybe he’d get better results through headphones.

The woman didn’t look at the camera until right before she got off. Then she gave it a stellar smile and vanished. Literally vanished. According to Security, and there was a lot of Security, no one saw her get off the elevator. The other surveillance cameras didn’t pick her up. She’d simply disappeared into the city.

And he never even had the chance to thank her.

“I don’t know,” Thane said, speaking carefully. It wouldn’t do to tell his partner about the voices only he could hear. “If we can tie her to one or more of the other deaths, we can put an APB out on her.”

“I’ll review the other tapes again,” Martin said.

“I’ll do it,” Thane said. Then he turned to Martin. “Don’t you have a kindergarten graduation to go to tonight?”

Martin ran a hand through his quickly thinning hair. “Yes. Christ, it’s kindergarten, you know? Do we really need a graduation ceremony?”

Thane smiled and rewound the tape to the beginning. “You got two more kids coming up. Get used to it.”

Martin laughed, but Thane knew how important his family was to him. He’d do anything for his kids. He was a stand-up guy. Too bad he’d gotten saddled with the likes of Thane.

“What do we tell Captain O’Brien?” Martin asked. “He’s due back from vacation tomorrow. We really don’t have a case here. The death was deemed accidental. Plus we got other cases.”

But none as big as this one. Despite that, they couldn’t go to their boss just yet. Not unless they found the woman was connected to the other deaths. Then they’d have something. Part of him hated going after her because she was doing a service by getting rid of the lowlifes. Part of him knew she was a murderer and had to be stopped. And part of him was more than a little intrigued by the whispers. It had been a long time since he’d heard them, and he needed time to process what it meant.

“Don’t tell him anything,” Thane said and restarted the tape. “I’ll work off the clock.”

Martin exhaled. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Somebody’s got to save the good people,” Thane said, half-joking.

Martin slapped him on the shoulder. “Just remember you aren’t the only gun in town, okay?” Then he left.

Thane studied her face frozen on camera. It was locked and loaded in his memory for all time—her smile, her face, her walk. He had it all filed away for future reference. Because he knew he’d see her again.

* * *

At 9 p.m., Thane was still holed up in his cubicle reviewing all the video tapes from the past month. Headphones fit snuggly over his ears, blocking out the din of activity in the suite.

She’d caught his attention last week in two of the cases. But now he’d found footage of his mystery woman at the scene of two more deaths. Granted, there were a lot of people in the security videos, but her being there was too much of a coincidence.

His father used to say there were no such things as coincidences, only the facts. And his father had been a good cop.

He could now place her at the scene of at least five of the untimely deaths.

So who was she, and why was she doing this?

He rewound one of the tapes and started it from the beginning again. It showed people entering and leaving an Italian restaurant on the Upper West Side where the victim had been found dead in the men’s bathroom. A massive overhead light assembly had fallen on him while he was taking a piss.

He couldn’t deny the coroner’s reports that these were accidents, but he knew she was involved. She had to be. That wasn’t even the part that worried him the most.

It was the whispers.

Thane watched her enter the restaurant wearing a snug-fitting black dress and knee-high black boots. He slowed the video and studied her frame by frame. She was incredible, really. Long, black hair to her waist, wide almond-shaped eyes, red lips, and one smoking-hot body. She moved like a dancer—confident and graceful.

He let the tape run, closed his eyes, and listened to a sound he hadn’t heard since the night his father was murdered. He didn’t remember much from that night—not the killer, not the circumstances. All had been buried in his young mind then. But the sound—the whispers—those he remembered now. It took every bit of concentration he had to keep his emotions at bay, and the realization that somehow, someway, this woman had triggered this one small memory to the surface.

He held the headphones against his head tightly.

Just like all the other tapes, the voices were soft and light. There were two or three different tones, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t understand what they were saying. If he asked his tech guys to boost the sound, they’d think he was crazy. There was no audio with half of these tapes.

Which proved that he might just be crazy.

Or maybe he missed his father so much that he was clinging to something that wasn’t really there. Maybe the woman had nothing to do with these deaths or his father’s murder, but there was really only one way to find out. He opened his eyes just as she exited the front door and disappeared into the night. The whispers faded.

At least now, he had something to show his boss.

He’d keep the voices to himself. He was on probation as it was. All he needed was a damning psych evaluation to finish him off.

* * *

Alexander Wolken slammed his fist against the steering wheel and yelled into his cell phone. “My emergency? My car died in the middle of Bed-Stuy, and it’s fucking two a.m. That’s my emergency.”

The 911 operator said, “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t handle car problems. This line is for emergencies only—”

“Fuck you!” he yelled and disconnected the call. “Jesus H. Christ!”

Of all the nights for his car to crap out on him. The steady rain carved long streaks down his windshield, and the inside of the glass was covered in steam. But he could still make out the streetlights of this godforsaken neighborhood.

His cell phone beeped a low-battery warning, and he let loose a slew of curses, which didn’t help his situation. His choices were to sit and wait here until morning. Or get out and try to find a cab. Either way, his car would probably be stripped bare.

No fucking way. He cared about his car more than anything and anyone.

He tried doing a search for a tow service on his phone, but it kept blipping out on him. He ignored the annoying reminders that the battery was low. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found one. But when he managed to get them on the line, the call cut out dead.

“Piece of shit!” He threw the phone against the dashboard. It bounced off and landed on the floor somewhere. He didn’t bother to look. He slammed his fists on the steering wheel. This was all his wife’s fault. If she hadn’t had to work the late shift, he wouldn’t be driving to pick her up. Well, she could rot at work for all he cared. And when she did get home, he was going to beat the shit out of her.

Suddenly, the passenger-side door opened and a black figure slid into the car. He gaped at the strange woman in disbelief. He’d locked the doors, he was sure. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She turned to him, and her eyes glowed silver in the dark. Her hair was black and wet, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Car trouble?”

Oh, Christ. Just what he needed. A hooker. “Get lost. I’m not interested.”

She brushed raindrops off her black coat onto his upholstery. “Really? So why did you rape and murder seven women over the last six years?”

Alexander blinked furiously for a few moments before regaining his composure. “Get out of my car!”

She turned to face him, her skin pale against red lips. “And your wife. You manage to find a reason to beat her regularly.”

Who the hell was this woman? How did she know all this? He reached out and grabbed her by the arm. “Get out!”

But she didn’t move, and his hand slipped right through her, disappearing into the black coat. He pulled his hand back out and stared at it.

“I’m not like them,” she said, her voice low and ominous. “I don’t bleed. I don’t break. You can’t hurt me.”

He growled in frustration and shoved at her with both of his hands, grasping nothing but air. He slashed at her, punching and hitting—nothing. It was as if she weren’t there at all. Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe he was losing his mind.

“Done?” she asked, sounding bored with his antics.

He felt the breath rushing in and out of his lungs. “What are you?”

She smiled. “Someone who knows everything you’ve done, Alexander. Every woman you’ve raped, beat, abused, strangled, and killed.”

His mind scrambled. She knew his name. She knew what he’d done. This made no sense. “You can’t know—”

“I do,” she said with a smirk. “Marcy. Jenna. Bridget. Colleen. Kim. Should I continue?”

He shook his head, the shock settling over him. He started to shake. No one should know about them. He’d been very careful who he chose, very careful not to leave clues behind. “Are you a cop?”

“Hardly. I just have connections,” she said simply. The car turned quiet. Rain pelted the top of the car softly. “Alexander Wolken, are you sorry for your sins?”

Reality returned with a vengeance. His sins? What about their sins? What about their sins? The way they looked at men and toyed with them. The way they teased and lied. The trouble they put men through, for what? Themselves. They were all selfish, every one of them. They had no idea what men wanted or needed, and they didn’t care. He was not at fault. They deserved what he did to them.

“Go to hell,” he hissed at her.

“Already been there.”

He reached through her and opened her door. “Out!”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then,” she said. Then she slipped out and slammed the door shut, leaving him alone seething. His breath came hard and fast, fogging up the windows.

He hit the steering wheel with both palms, hating the rain, hating everything. He was so furious, he could barely sit still. Who did she think she was? Getting in his car? Accusing him? Red rage filled his mind. A memory of each woman came back to his mind. The way they begged when they knew they were going to be brought to justice. He remembered every one clearly—

A knock on the driver’s-side window jolted him out of the past. He glared through the steamy glass and realized that men wearing hoods over their heads bobbed and weaved around his car.

Punks. Worthless punks.

Then a face appeared in his driver’s-side window, grinning through the steam. Alexander flipped the man off and grinned back. There, fucker.

Suddenly, the glass shattered next to him and a metal rod jammed into his face. Pain blinded him as he yelled and grabbed for his nose. A hand gripped the back of his head and slammed his face forward. Crushing pain followed. Warm blood spurted out across the steering wheel, and his mouth went numb. He didn’t even have time to react before he felt himself being ripped from his seat and dragged through the window.

Voices rang in his ears. Glass sliced his skin. He reached out to grab the nearest punk and got a handful of shirt. Damned if he’d go out without a fight.

“You know who you’re messing with?” he shouted. “You know who I am?”

A fist drove deep into his belly, and he buckled and choked. Something hard hit the back of his head, sending stars across his eyes. He started to fall, but he was hoisted to his feet. Through the blood and rain, he glared at the punk he’d flipped off. There were another six or seven figures that he could see. One of them was standing in the back, watching.

“You think you’re bad?” Alexander spit.

The punk grinned and flashed a silver blade as he walked up to him. “Yeah, old man. We do. And you’re gonna find out just how bad.”

His hatred was so great, Alexander felt no fear. “Fuck you.”

* * *

Reya stood in the rain and watched the gang stab and beat Alexander to death. Even if she wanted to help him—which she didn’t—she was forbidden. It was his time to die, regardless of her brief intervention. All she could do was offer his soul a reprieve.

Occasionally, Alexander let out a cry or a curse that reached her ears through the ping-ping of rain on the streets. When he fell, they picked him up and hit him again.

And with every blow, she felt a small bit of justice for the women he’d tortured and raped. For the lives he’d taken. For his long-suffering wife. For the trail of tears he’d left.

Finally, he started begging for his life. Echoes of women’s voices begging for mercy drowned him out in her head.

Reya shoved her hands inside the pockets of her long coat and looked down the street. Water dripped down her face and from the tips of her long black hair. Lights gleamed long lines across the wet concrete.

And tonight, there was one less bastard in this world.

* * *

“Seriously, he called 911, stayed until the local cops showed up, and admitted to killing the victim,” Martin said as he walked with Thane to the interrogation room. “He’s got to be certifiable. What gangbanger does that?”

“Maybe he found God,” Thane said.

Martin laughed. “I have a better chance of getting struck by lightning.”

As someone who’d personally sworn off God years ago, Thane had to agree. “Who’s the victim?”

“Alexander Wolken.”

Name didn’t sound familiar.

Martin read off the sheet he was carrying. “Worked as a sales rep for a luxury car dealership. A wife, no kids. No tickets, no warnings. He’s clean.”

Didn’t make sense. “DNA testing?”

“Already ordered,” Martin said. “If he follows the pattern, he’s dirty. Fifty bucks says we’ll find a match in a DNA database,” Martin replied, closing the file.

“Hundred bucks says it’s a murder,” Thane added.

Martin shook his head in disgust. “All the work we do. Ever notice that you and I are the only ones who give a damn that these assholes are dead?”

The thought had crossed his mind. At least the woman had good taste in her murder victims. If she was choosing them because they were bad, how was she finding them? Why was she targeting them?

They stopped in front of the interrogation room, and Martin put his hands on his hips. “You want me to come in with you?”

Thane shook his head. “I got it. See what you can find on Alexander.”

Martin grinned. “Hey, at least this was no freak accident. And we got a witness account that she was there. This guy’s description of her matched perfectly.”

It was the break he’d been hoping for, but he couldn’t get too excited yet. Thane waved her photo. “Let’s get a positive ID first.” Then he opened the door and stepped inside. Louis Gonzales looked up from behind the table with a look of arrogance and attitude. The interrogation room was painted white, top to bottom, broken only by a door and a long bank of mirrored glass.

Thane took a seat across the table from him.

“I already told you everything,” Louis said. “I got no more to say.”

And he had spilled his guts. Given names of the members in his gang, admitted to killing the victim, and even told them his past crimes. That wasn’t what Thane wanted. Louis had just signed his own death warrant. He probably wouldn’t even make it out of the precinct alive after giving up his gang. The question was, what would make Louis do that?

“I know and we appreciate it,” Thane said. “If your gang finds out—”

Louis’s dark gaze pinned him. “I did what I had to.”

His conviction stunned Thane, and that took some doing. Here was a guy who’d killed people with his bare hands, and now he’d gone all righteous? He didn’t look insane, but you never knew.

“Why did you turn yourself in?” Thane asked, deciding that direct was the best tack. “Why now?”

Louis scowled at him. “What, you think I’m lying?”

“No. No, I think you are telling the God’s honest truth,” Thane said. “It’s a courageous thing for a man to do.”

Louis puffed his chest out a little. “That’s ’cause I’m a good man.”

He believed that, Thane realized. “You said you ran into a woman.”

“Yeah,” Louis replied, nodding his head.

Thane slid a photo across the table between them. “Is this her?”

Louis’s expression softened as he gazed at the photo. He picked it up and stared at it for a long time. “That’s her. Who is she?”

An excellent question. “I don’t know yet. You never saw her before?”

Louis shook his head, but he kept his gaze on the photo. “Nope.” He paused and added, “She walked right through us.”

Thane asked, “You let her pass?”

“No.” Louis glanced up from the photo. “She walked right through us. Like a ghost or something.”

Thane leaned forward. “So you didn’t touch her.”

Louis said, “I told you, she was a ghost. A black ghost. She went clean through me.”

There was no lie in Louis’s eyes. He saw what he saw. “What did it feel like?”

He licked his lips and said, “It kinda burned.”

Thane waited. There was more.

“I couldn’t breathe,” he said. He tapped his chest, where he wore a solid gold cross. “Felt like a furnace inside me.”

Then Thane noticed a mark under the metal cross that Louis wore around his neck. “Can I see your chest?”

Louis didn’t hesitate. He simply pulled the chain aside and revealed where the sign of the cross had burned into his skin.

“Does it hurt?” Thane asked, not knowing why. What did he care?

Louis put the cross back and shook his head. “It feels good. Feels right.” Then he eyed Thane. “You trying find her?”

“Yes,” Thane said.

Louis smirked. “You ain’t going to find her. She’s a ghost, man.”

Thane was trying not to think about that. Chasing ghosts wasn’t part of his job. Technically it was, but seriously. “Keep the photo if you want.”

Louis nodded and carefully slipped the picture inside his shirt.

“Why did you turn yourself in?” Thane asked again, hoping this time he’d earned an answer.

Louis leaned back and tipped the chair up on two legs. For long minutes, they sat across from each other in silence. Thane didn’t mind. He was a patient man.

Finally, Louis said, “I left home when I was twelve. Left my mom, left the school she tried to make me go to. I was sick of getting beat up and getting nowhere, you know? I figured without me around, my mom could get out of that neighborhood.”

Then Louis dropped the legs of the chair onto the floor as he looked away. “She didn’t leave though. I think she was waiting for me to come home. One day she got killed on the street when a guy tried to rob her.”

Thane had heard this story many times, but this time, he felt the tug. It was bad for a cop to do that. It made the job unbearable. “I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t go to the funeral,” Louis continued. “I was mad at her for not leaving and for getting herself shot.”

Thane said nothing. What could he say?

“But tonight, after we killed that guy, I went to my mom’s grave by myself. I wanted to see her. Talk to her, you know? Tell her I was sorry. Let her know I wasn’t all bad.”

Louis’s hands were shaking, and he was fighting tears. Thane turned slightly in his chair and gave Louis the privacy he needed to finish.

“She was there,” he said.

Thane looked at him. “Your mother?”

Louis laughed. “Are you listening? My mom’s dead. No, the black ghost. She was there, watching me.”

What the hell? “How did she know you were there?”

Louis shrugged. “I don’t know. Didn’t ask.”

“Then what happened?”

Louis licked his lips. “I told my mom everything. All the bad stuff I’d done. About killing the man. Why I left her. And then…” He shook his head, breaking the spell he’d been under. “I ain’t saying no more.”

“Did the woman say something to you?” Thane asked him. “What did she say?”

Louis fought the tears, but they won out. “She asked me if I was sorry for my sins.”

A chill settled over Thane, filling every part of his body.

“I said ‘yeah,’” Louis continued. Tears streamed down his face, and he didn’t even try to hide them. “I said ‘yeah.’ Then she just left.”

“Nothing else?” Thane pressed.

“No. She was gone.”

“Disappeared?” Thane suggested.

Louis nodded. “So I went back to where we left the guy and called 911.”

Thane glanced at the one-way mirror and then asked in a low voice, “Did you hear anyone whispering?”

Louis blinked at him like he was crazy. “What?”

“Never mind. Thanks for your help.”

Thane got up to leave, and Louis looked at him. His eyes were full of pain and regret. “I wanted to do one right thing in my life, you know? To make my mom proud.”

His honesty and desperation cut through Thane. Louis knew exactly what would happen to him now. He was completely lucid. And he was a dead man walking.

“You did, Louis.”

* * *

“So what do you think?” Martin said as Thane settled at his desk facing his partner.

“He’s telling the truth.”

Martin frowned at him. “No way. What kind of guy turns on his own gang just like that?”

Maybe someone who saw a ghost. “I don’t know, but he believes what he’s saying. That’s all I can tell you.”

“Yeah, well the defense attorney hears this, and they are going to the insanity plea,” Martin said. “He’ll be spending the rest of his days eating pudding and crocheting.”

Thane shoved over the pile of papers on his desk. He needed to move, not sit at his desk for the rest of his shift. “He won’t live that long.”

Martin nodded slowly. “You’re right about that. What could be worse than getting executed for ratting on your gang?”

Living with regret, Thane thought. Shame had the power to destroy lives. He’d seen it happen, and he’d felt it. He understood Louis completely.

“Now we can put an APB out on her,” he said, standing up. “And I want to check out the murder scene. You interested?”

His partner gave a loud sigh and grabbed his suit coat. “Do I have a choice? I can’t let you out of my sight.”

Thane smiled at him. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“I care about my pension,” Martin said and walked out ahead of him.

They made their way to Martin’s car in the parking garage. The rain was easing up only slightly as they pulled out into traffic and headed to Brooklyn.

The conversation with Louis ran through Thane’s head. Louis had called her a ghost because she walked through his body. As much as Thane found that very hard to believe, he couldn’t shake the transformation in Louis or the cross burned into his chest. Whatever had happened, it was enough to convert a hardened criminal in ten seconds or less.

Ghost or not, that was a damn miracle.

By the time they arrived at the crime scene, Thane had almost convinced himself that she was a ghost. Not that he was telling Martin.

They parked the car in front of the location where Alexander’s body had been found. The victim’s vehicle had already been towed; only a pile of broken glass marked its passing. Rain had washed away most of the blood.

Thane stood over the glass and scanned the neighborhood. “Not the kind of place a man with a Lexus would be hanging around. What do you think? Drugs? Hookers?”

Martin checked his phone. “According to the investigation so far, his wife had to work a double-shift at the hospital and he was picking her up.”

Why did he stop here then? “Did the car break down?”

“That’s what we thought at first,” Martin said. “It has been partially stripped, but the impound guys said the engine started right up for them.”

Had she stopped his car somehow? Thane wondered, and walked the street, looking for any clue of his mystery woman. “Don’t suppose we have any surveillance in this area?”

Martin laughed. “You know how valuable that equipment is?”

Right. “Wouldn’t want to waste it on the areas that really need it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up,” Martin said, eyeing him.

Thane spotted an old neighborhood Catholic church. A single spire rose up from the door’s stone archway to a point at the top, crowned by a cross. “Not giving up.”

“Well, I don’t see anything here,” Martin said. “And it’s time to check out for the day. You ready?”

“I’m going to talk to a few people. I’ll take a cab.”

Martin shrugged. “Fine with me. Stay out of trouble.”

“Always.”

“Now I’m worried,” Martin muttered and sauntered away.

Thane crossed the street, climbed the church steps, and pulled on the massive iron handle. The door swung open. It was dark and silent inside. He stepped through and let the door close behind him, returning the interior to darkness. Nothing stirred except the flames on the rows of candles in the front of the church.

Thane walked down the aisle between the heavy oak pews toward the altar. Although he’d been raised Catholic, it had been a very long time since he’d been in a church. In fact, it had been more than fifteen years since he’d said a word to God. Thane was giving Him the silent treatment. It wasn’t working.

A lone figure sat in the first pew—an old man wearing a faded suit. His hat was clipped to the pew in front of him. His head was bowed, deep in prayer.

Thane noticed that the light over the confessional was on. He resisted the urge to say “to hell with it,” and opened the side door to step inside. He knelt and the center window opened, revealing an obscured face behind the grill. The priest murmured his greeting, and then waited for Thane to start.

“I’m sorry to bother you in this way,” he said.

“It’s no bother, my son.”

The “my son” didn’t set very well. “I’m Detective Thane Driscoll. I’m an investigator for the NYC Police Department. I have a few questions for you.”

There was a quick inhale on the other side of the grill. “This is really not the place—”

“I know,” Thane said. “It’s about the man who was killed here last night.”

“A tragic loss,” the priest said.

“Did you know him?” Thane asked.

“No, not personally but—”

“All God’s children,” Thane muttered, and then winced from old conditioning. “Did you see or hear anything?”

“I’m afraid not,” the priest said. “I live in the rectory, the next block over.”

“Was the church open last night?” Thane asked, grasping at straws. There’s no way they’d leave this place wide open all night around here.

“No, but—”

Thane cocked his head. “But what?”

The priest moved closer to the screen, and Thane could see his black and white vestment. “When I opened the doors this morning, all the prayer candles were lit, and recently, too. I have no explanation for that.”

“Maybe it was a ghost,” Thane said, half-joking.

“At least it’s a good ghost,” the priest said.

As far as you know, Thane thought. “Thank you for your time, Father.”

“Are you sure you don’t want reconciliation?”

His question stopped Thane with his hand on the door. “I’m sorry, but I think we’re well past that.”

“It’s never too late,” the priest said. Then he murmured a few words of prayer, but Thane didn’t stick around to hear them.

Chapter Three

Reya rolled over in bed and checked the clock. 6 a.m. Too frickin’ early. She pulled the covers over her head.

“Time to rise,” Orson said.

She shot up in bed. “What the hell, Orson?”

He was sitting in a chair in the dark, six feet from her bed, fully dressed and pressed. He always looked the same. “Are you rested?”

“I’ll never sleep again,” she muttered, and threw off the blankets. Damn, it was still dark out. “You better have a live one for me.”

“You shouldn’t have talked to Louis,” he said simply.

She eyed him. He knew about that. Of course, he would. And he was right. It had been an impulse move. She really just wanted to scare the kid. She’d seen the breach of light in his soul, heard the beat of his good heart beneath the layers of anger and hate. It reminded her of the one she used to have. “You keep telling me that I should use my powers for good, not evil. So I did.”

“He’s alive to tell others of your existence, of your abilities,” Orson said.

She stood up to stretch her long body. It was a good body as far as bodies went, but it still required more maintenance than she cared for. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need it forever.

“Who’s going to believe him?”

“Someone believed him, and now we have a small problem,” Orson said, and laid his hands over the notebook on his lap.

She looked at him. “This whole city is a problem.”

He ignored her point. “You have been targeted by the local authorities.”

Again? “You give me the missions. It’s not my fault if I get caught.”

Orson smiled knowingly.

“What?” she said. “You set up the logistics, not me.”

“But you smile at the camera,” he pointed out. “And you interfere with souls you shouldn’t. Like Louis.”

Okay, maybe she broke the rules once in a while. That’s because she had so damn many of them. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll never find me.”

“That’s not the issue,” he said.

She waved him off. “Whatever. Just deal with them like you always do.”

He shook his head. “Not this time. This time is different.”

Fine, he had her attention. Reya walked to her closet to get out her clothes for the day. “Why is that?”

“The man who is looking for you can hear us,” he said.

She blinked a few times before turning to him. “Not possible.”

Orson smiled slowly. “He is a legacy.”

Legacy? Reya shook her head. Legacies were history. “No. We haven’t had a legacy in thirty years. They were all killed by Surt when he went on his rampage.”

“Only the good ones,” Orson said.

Maybe it was because of the early hour, but it took her a moment to process what he was saying. “I thought you said this guy was law enforcement? Aren’t those the good guys?”

“Not always,” Orson replied. “Sometimes, they change.”

Why did these things happen to her? “What? So I have a bad cop after me?”

Orson said carefully, “He’s on the edge.”

Great. Gray area. Black and white was so much more convenient. “I don’t care if he’s a legacy, he still won’t find me.”

“Yes, he will,” Orson persisted. “He can hear us now. Eventually, his other powers will manifest. He’ll be able to communicate and interact with the other dimensions.”

She hated when Orson said stuff like that. Because nine times out of ten, he was right. She shrugged and tossed her heavy short staff on the bed. “We’ll move on then.”

Orson frowned deeply when he saw it. “You don’t need that weapon.”

He disapproved of the trinket she’d brought with her from the dark side, but she liked the protection. “Yes, I do. I’ve seen how the dark side operates, remember?”

“You are strong enough to fight them without it,” Orson said.

Right. “Where are we off to next? I hear L.A. has lots of bad people.”

“We can’t move,” Orson said. “There is much work to be done here.”

She threw up her hands in defeat. “Then what do you want from me?”

He got to his feet and clasped the notebook in his hands. “I can’t tell you exactly how to diffuse the situation, but I’m sure you’ll handle it quietly.”

Handle it quietly? Since when had she ever managed to do that?

“Until then,” he added. “No new cases.”

That did it. She confronted him before he had a chance to vanish. “You can’t do that to me, Orson. We had a deal.”

He shook his head. “This jeopardizes our deal. You need to convince him that you are not involved in the deaths of our recently departed.”

Oh, for crying out loud. “And how exactly would I go about doing that? Tell them I’m a dead soul come back to life? Tell them I have to earn my way back into Heaven? What?”

“Whatever it takes,” he said. “Whatever he’ll believe.”

“And what if he doesn’t?” she asked, her hands on her hips. “How do I fulfill my redemption requirement?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. And remember, he cannot know his future fate.” And then he faded away, leaving her gaping at the space he’d occupied.

She rubbed her forehead. This was bad. Worse than bad. She had only one chance to make things right, and she’d be damned if some nosy cop was going to ruin it for her.

“I need a name,” she yelled at the bedroom ceiling.

Then she noticed a small scrap of paper had appeared on the chair where Orson had sat. Or maybe he’d left it behind, she didn’t know.

She walked over and picked it up. It read “Thane Driscoll.”

* * *

“Hey Driscoll, you need to see this,” Pampinella, the officer in charge said.

While Martin was parking the car, Thane ducked under the yellow tape that wound around the crime scene. It was 2 p.m. when the call came in that a fresh victim had turned up in SoHo.

Red and blue lights shot across the buildings that blanketed the corner where the man had been found—burned to a crisp for no apparent reason or method.

The body was black and frozen in a silent scream. Thane nodded to the forensic guy who was taking photos of the body and the crime scene. It was all contained in a small area.

Thane asked Pampinella, “What happened to him?”

“According to witnesses, he was walking down the street and just burst into flames,” he said, and shook his head. “But I’ll be damned if I can figure out how. There’s no reports of an accelerant or source. I mean, people saw fire consume his entire body in a matter of seconds, but no one can explain how. That’s why you’re here.”

Thane knelt next to the victim. He was unrecognizable. The only thing that was evident was the terror in his facial features and his body language. “Could it have been a flame thrower?”

“No one saw any weapons of any kind,” Pampinella replied. “No explosion. And don’t even go for spontaneous combustion. I ain’t puttin’ that in the report.”

“Maybe the autopsy will shed some light,” Thane told him.

“Good luck,” Pampinella muttered.

Thane stood up. “Do we have an ID on him yet?”

He nodded. “He was identified by a local as Billy Johns. Said he was a nice man. He’s clean. The guy didn’t even have a parking ticket.”

So much for his theory that his mystery woman was hitting up the baddies. Or maybe this wasn’t her. And if it wasn’t her, then who was it? Who had the power to torch a human being?

Thane scanned the street. What was going on? Bad guys were dying in freakish ways. Good guys were dying in freakish ways. His entire city was going straight to Hell.

* * *

From her vantage point on the building roof, Reya watched Thane Driscoll shake the hand of the uniformed officer. He was not what she had expected. He was around thirty-five years old and moved well, like a man who could handle himself in a fight. Dark jeans hugged his hips, and a leather jacket stretched across a broad back. His hair was brown, and his intensity fascinating. And from here, he was pretty damn good-looking. This might not be so bad after all.

He turned and talked to another man who approached. They knew each other well. This one was settled, married, probably had kids, and was not happy with the current situation. She watched the men interact, and noted the concern on Thane’s face. It surprised her based on the reading of his sins she’d done. Then she noticed the ghost of the victim standing mere feet away from his former body, unseen by human eyes. His soul was pure and white. There was no reason he should be dead. It wasn’t his time.

Something was very wrong here. A good man had died—burned alive. That didn’t happen every day. On the other hand, did she care? It was only a vessel for the soul to experience with. He could always come back if he wanted to—new life, new body.

Still, it irked her that someone had taken him out of the game early. It didn’t feel right, and that part worried her. Because when she felt this way and ignored it, it always came back to bite her in the ass.

That settled it.

“Orson, need you,” she said aloud to the sky.

Nothing. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I know you can hear me.”

She sighed. He wasn’t going to show up. He wasn’t kidding when he told her she had to handle this herself. Boy, was he going to be sorry.

She walked to the edge of the rooftop where no one could see her and dropped the three stories into the alleyway below, sticking a perfect two-point landing. There was something to be said for having a few superhuman skills.

Reya headed toward the dead man’s soul, now hanging in the shadows of a storefront. She skirted cop cars and uniforms and ducked into the alcove next to him.

The dead man looked at her in utter confusion. He’d definitely been taken before his time. Every soul had a clock on them. She couldn’t explain it, but she could see it.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He looked dazed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t feel my feet. Am I dead?”

She shouldn’t get involved. This wasn’t her area of expertise. But it didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon without help. “I’m afraid so. It’s okay though. No one can hurt you now. Do you know who did this to you?”

“I don’t remember,” he said, sounding lost. “I didn’t see anyone.”

That didn’t sound good. “No one?”

He blinked a few times, and then frowned. “Wait, there was someone. I could hear him whispering.”

Reya inhaled a little. “Do you know what he was saying?”

He shook his head. “No, I never can.”

Wait, what? “You’ve heard the whispers before?”

“All the time,” he told her. “No one believes me.”

She smiled a little. “Well, I do. When did you start hearing them?”

“A few years ago.” He cocked his head. “You hear them, too?”

I am them. “Yes.”

There was a flutter of activity in front of them, and a spirit escort appeared in a blinding burst of glory. He stepped toward the deceased.

Great. The almighty, heavenly cavalry.

He eyed Reya, recognizing her status, or lack thereof. “I’ll take him from here.”

She wanted to tell him that this man could hear the whispers of the dead and somehow that’s why he was killed, but the spirit escort wouldn’t care. He had one job to do, and he followed orders. She didn’t. And that’s why he was scowling.

Reya turned and said to the recently deceased, “This…gentleman will escort you to a new home.”

He blinked back at her uneasily. “But I like it here.”

Reya saw the escort move toward them. She needed to convince the dead man to go willingly. Otherwise, the transition could be long and difficult. “There’s a much better place waiting for you. A place with sunshine and light. A home where nothing bad can ever happen to you. All love, no pain. I promise.”

The dead man glanced from her to the escort and back. “Okay.”

Reya handed him over, and in a flash, they were gone.

That’s when she noticed Thane heading in her direction, his gaze pinning her in place. Time to shake him off her trail so she could get back to saving her eternal soul. For a fleeting moment, she thought she’d met him before. It was just a shadow of a vision, like a dream. No. They’d never met. She would have remembered. Besides, she had bigger worries, like his state of humanity.

He flashed a badge at her, and then stopped in front of her. “Detective Thane Driscoll. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”

His voice was deep and rough. His hair was a little long in the front, and his eyes were pale blue. Normally, that would be a great package, but his stern expression kind of negated it. Reya smiled her brightest and most angelic smile. “Of course, Detective.”

He pulled out his phone and punched the screen a few times. “Your name please.”

“Reya. Reya Sinclair.” She studied his aura as she replied. It was changing, light and dark taking turns. “What happened here?”

“I’ll ask the questions,” he said. “Phone number.”

She smiled. “Are you going to ask me for a date?”

“No,” he said, a bit quickly. His energy flashed darker for a moment. It’s not that she hadn’t seen dark energy. But his didn’t seem to know what it wanted to be. It was like a battle raged for his soul. He was a good man, but he’d done some bad things.

She gave him a fake cell phone number and a fake address and told him she was unemployed. Once he had it, he said, “I’d like you to come down to the precinct.”

Reya considered that for a few seconds. Naw. “Am I a suspect?”

Thane’s eyes met hers. They were direct and intense. She’d bet he could intimidate a lot of people with that gaze. But she wasn’t just anyone. One cop couldn’t scare her. She’d seen Hell.

“It’s just an interview,” he said.

She crossed her arms. “Then interview me here.”

“There’s some video we’d like to show you.”

Ah, the evidence. That’s what this was about. “I didn’t kill anyone.”

His eyebrows lifted. “That was a leap.”

“I know about the surveillance recordings,” she said. “I know about the deaths, but I didn’t kill them. They were going to die anyway.”

His entire demeanor changed in a flash. A sudden wave of anger from him swept out over her then. Righteousness was a dangerous thing. It made people believe they were judge and jury.

“You admit you were there,” he said tightly. “You may even have seen them die.”

“Perhaps,” she said.

“And you did nothing to stop it,” he added, his voice growing deeper and more angry.

“Technically, it’s not my job to save them,” she said.

“Really? Then what is your job?” he asked.

If he only knew. She decided then that she’d given him more than enough to think about. “To warn them.”

“Of what? Their impending death?” he asked, clearly disgusted.

“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know when people are going to die. Does that surprise you?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “Did you know the victims?” he asked, skirting her question.

“Only briefly.”

“Right before they died,” he added.

“Yes.”

“What about this guy?” he said, sweeping his hand to the crime scene behind them.

“No, I never met him,” she said truthfully.

“Then why are you here?”

He was smart. “I wasn’t following him. I was following you.”

“Why?” Thane asked guardedly.

To get you off my back. “I knew you were looking for me.”

“How would you know that?” he asked.

She grinned. “I have connections. Are we done?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I want you to come with me.”

She sidestepped his grab for her arm. “You have no evidence that I was involved.”

“I’ll find it,” he said, darkness flowing around him.

There it was. “Even if you fabricate it?”

He blinked, and she felt him withdraw slightly. “We don’t do that.”

“You do,” she said. He’d done far worse than that. Then she nodded her head toward the crime scene. “I think your partner wants to talk to you.”

He turned his head to look behind him, and she vanished.

* * *

Martin was looking at him like he was certifiable. And Martin might be right. “You talked to her.”

Thane took a swig of his beer and set the bottle back down on the bar. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you bring her in?” Martin asked. His beer was getting warm on the bar. That was a bad sign.

“I tried,” Thane said, and motioned to the bartender for another cold one. “And she disappeared, like literally.”

Martin shook his head. “No way. I know you’re better than that. You don’t lose suspects.”

Thane polished off his beer. “She was right in front of me, and then she was gone.” Jesus, he sounded crazy to himself.

Martin leaned closer so that the rest of the happy hour crowd couldn’t hear them. Not that anyone would believe them anyway. “So, she like became invisible?”

Telling Martin was a mistake. But he knew what he saw, and more than that, he knew what he felt when she passed through him. Like he was on fire. Just as Louis had described it. Now he had to decide whether they were both crazy. “I’m just telling you what I saw.”

His partner took a drink of his beer, set it down on the bar, and said, “I know you’ve been through a lot. Losing your dad young. Moving your mom into the nursing home. The Internal Affairs investigation.”

Thane eyed him. “What are you getting at?”

Martin shrugged and stared at his beer. “Maybe you should talk to a professional.”

Christ. “I’m not crazy, Martin. I know crazy.”

“That may be true, but frankly, this is a bit worrisome to your partner,” Martin said. He laughed, but he sounded a little unsure doing it.

Thane nodded as the bartender took the empty and gave him a fresh beer. “Can we just concentrate on what she said?”

“Okay,” Martin said and took a deep breath. “What did she say?”

“She said she didn’t kill anyone. She knows when people are going to die. She shows up to warn them, but she doesn’t stop their deaths because it’s not her job. And she didn’t do the latest victim.”

“Wow.” Martin grimaced and took a long slug of beer. “And you believe an invisible woman?”

It was bad when his own partner flinched. “No, I don’t believe her, but we have nothing on her. The phone number and address she gave me was fake. The name is fake. It’s like she doesn’t exist.”

“Except on the tapes and talking to you,” Martin said.

Thane cut him a look. “I did talk to her.”

Martin held up his hands. “I believe you. Really. But just for shits and giggles, let’s say she’s really not involved.”

“Hell.” He was going to need more beer.

Martin ignored him. “If she’s not killing them, who is?”

“I couldn’t begin to guess.”

“So that leaves us”—Martin raised his hands—“exactly where we started. Freak accidents.”

Except for the whispers. “But now we have a real case. Our guy didn’t torch himself.”

Martin shrugged. “Depends what the coroner says. If it’s inconclusive, we got nothing.”

Thane stared at the condensation dripping down the brown beer bottle. They had to catch a break sooner or later. The whispers were getting louder, especially when he talked to her. He’d heard them on the tapes, but now he was beginning to notice that they were everywhere. She was the key in more ways than one. And damn it, he wasn’t crazy.

“So what next?” Martin asked, sidelining his thoughts.

“We wait for the coroner’s report,” Thane said.

“Works for me. Then we can go to O’Brien with some concrete evidence. He’ll like that for a change.” Martin stood up.

Thane said, “Speaking of O’Brien. Let’s keep this conversation between us for now.”

Martin threw a twenty on the bar. “You kidding? I’m not saying a word to anyone. I like my paycheck. You leaving soon?”

“In a bit,” Thane responded. He wasn’t the least bit tired.

Martin hesitated, and Thane looked over at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” Martin said, and slapped him on the shoulder. “Say hi to your mom for me.”

* * *

Reya followed him home from the bar. He didn’t take a cab, even though he’d already walked at least ten blocks today. He was a big man, and no one bothered him. Long shadows lined the streets. Nonstop vehicle and pedestrian traffic hid her from his sight, but she was staying invisible regardless. After all, he was a legacy and she didn’t know how much of his powers he had yet. Although, if he had them, he’d have used them by now.

What a waste of a legacy. They were supposed to be the chosen few, the ones who could balance the darkness and the light. They lived in this world, but they could manipulate vibration, essentially controlling higher and lower frequencies of light and dark respectively. They were here to bring hope to the world, to show the way.

Instead, Thane would use whatever abilities he developed to exact justice, and in the great cosmic game, that was a big no-no. Granted, she hated rules as much as the next half-human, but this was different. This would damn him for a very long time. She’d been there, done that, and was living to regret it. Given his past actions, he was doomed to failure.

He might be a lousy legacy, but he was a good investigator. She wasn’t going to shake him so easily. He’d already checked out the name, phone number, and address she’d given him. How was she going to convince him that she wasn’t involved, and how could she make him understand that she was not his next target of vigilante justice?

She knew of only one way. He had to see it for himself. And getting clearance from the tower to allow that was going to be the challenge of a lifetime.

As Thane stood waiting for traffic to clear, she heard a voice next to her. “Thane Driscoll, I presume?”

Just the person she was looking for. Reya nodded and didn’t look at Orson. “Tenacious little dirty cop.”

“He’s not dirty. Just misguided,” Orson corrected.

Whatever. “The only way I convince him that I’m not a murderer is to bring him along on a job.”

Orson said, “Absolutely not.”

She did look at him then. He was neatly dressed as always. Too bad she was the only one who could see or hear him. “Make an exception, Orson. Just this once. I don’t want to start over. I don’t have time. Please.”

Orson sighed, and the traffic cleared. Thane crossed the street and headed into the heart of Gramercy Park.

“Please,” she repeated, with feeling. She was not above groveling when it came to saving her eternal soul. “He’s a legacy anyway. He knows more than most.”

“He may not know that he does,” Orson said, looking deeply concerned.

“Well, he will. It’s his destiny.” She gave him an impatient look. “I’m begging you.”

Orson pursed his lips and handed her a piece of paper. “Just once. But he can’t know who he really is or what you are really doing or why—”

“I know, thanks.” She snatched the paper before he changed his mind.

“Do you—” he said, starting the litany of terms.

“Yes!” she shouted back.

Reya hurried to catch up with the detective’s long strides, shedding her invisibility. It was quieter here, the sidewalks wider and less traveled. When she was about twenty feet behind him, he suddenly spun around to face her. This time, he had his gun out.

She slowed but kept walking toward him. “A little touchy, are we?”

He didn’t holster the gun as he walked toward her. “Now you’re coming with me.”

Reya glanced at the weapon. It wouldn’t hurt her, but she didn’t want him shooting someone else by mistake. “We could do that. We could talk for hours on end, which would be a monumental waste of time for both of us. Or you could come with me and watch me work.”

Thane slowed and narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Saving souls, remember? You can find out the truth,” she said. “If that’s what you really want.”

He stopped a short distance away, looking skeptical. “And you won’t disappear.”

Not until after. “You have my word.”

“For what that’s worth,” she heard him mutter. But he holstered the weapon. “Is your first name even Reya?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

“Right,” he said darkly. “Lead the way.”

Chapter Four

Thane stood as close as he could without spooking the man his mystery woman was talking to at a bus stop on the corner four blocks from his place. He couldn’t hear what she was saying, but the man was waving his arms and shouting at her to get lost.

The streets were brisk with people hurrying home and cabs honking their horns every five seconds. But above it all, he could hear the undertone of faint voices murmuring. There was no reason for it, except for Reya. Only around her did he hear them so clearly. He was positive now that they were the same ones he heard the night his father died. The mix of anger, frustration, and curiosity were potent even after all these years.

She was the key to it all, and he would make sure she didn’t disappear until he had his answers.

The man flipped Reya the finger and walked away from her. She watched him for a moment, and then turned to return to where Thane was standing in front of a smoke shop.

Thane kept his eyes on the man as he blended in with the people waiting for the light to change. He was still alive, but that didn’t mean anything. She could have just picked some stranger out of the crowd. She walked back to him with purpose, strong and lithe, just like in the videos. It was a damn shame she was a suspect.

She stopped in front of him and smiled. “See? I didn’t kill him.”

“So? He could have been anyone,” Thane corrected. “Doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

She gave him a lopsided smile. “Wait for it.”

He frowned at the certainty in her voice.

Then there was a squeal, a loud thump, and screams in the intersection. The light had changed, but people were gathering quickly in the middle of the street. Thane brushed past Reya and raced into the fray. He made his way to the center of the action to find the man that Reya had been talking to lying facedown in front of a bus. He was dead.

Thane pulled out his phone and called it in. Then he turned to the people standing around. “Did anyone see this happen?”

They shook their heads and began wandering away. By the time a patrol car showed up, he had managed to find one person willing to talk to him. He handed the witness over, and then went back to find Reya.

She was waiting for him in front of the store.

He didn’t even know where to start. She’d been telling the truth about knowing when the man would die and not being involved. She knew the exact time and place of that man’s death. How do you interrogate someone about that?

“I didn’t kill him. That means I’m free to go,” she said simply and started walking down the street.

Thane followed. He wasn’t ready to give up just yet. So maybe she wasn’t killing people, but she knew they were going to die and he wasn’t about to let her disappear until he found out how. Plus there was the still the whole whispers thing to broach. “Perhaps not—”

“I didn’t,” she said curtly, and kept walking.

“But you knew he was going to die. How?”

“It’s a gift,” she muttered.

Hell of a gift. “Can you tell when everyone is going to die?”

“Yes,” she said. “And no, I won’t tell you when it’s your time.”

He hadn’t even thought about that. He wouldn’t want to know if he could. “What else do you know about them?”

“Nothing,” she said, clamming up.

He felt his options slipping away. He couldn’t bring her in. That would put Martin over the edge. He had one shot left. “Is your gift connected with the voices?”

She slanted him a look. “You hear voices? I can’t help you with that.”

“And you see death,” he countered.

She shrugged. “So we’re even.”

“You don’t seem surprised about the whispers,” he pressed, grasping at straws. She was the key, he couldn’t let her go.

They crossed onto a side street with less traffic. The streetlights were just coming on.

“I told you I can’t help you with the voices.”

“Whispers, actually,” he said. “Do you hear them?”

“No, I don’t. Are we done here, Driscoll? Because I’m tired of this game,” she said. “I just proved to you that I’m not involved. Move on.”

Damn, he needed a way to get more information out of her. “I need your contact information. The correct information this time.”

But his words were drowned out by a buzzing sound coming from behind him. He turned, but there was nothing there. Then he heard what sounded like thousands of birds flying overhead, but the skies were clear.

He looked at Reya, who had stopped a short distance away and was staring up at the sky. There was an otherworldly look to her, and a bad feeling settled in his gut. A strangely familiar bad feeling. He looked up to where she was facing. The sky was shimmering like a mirage.

Then his thoughts were lost in a torrent of small black bodies.

* * *

The furious flutter sent chills down her spine seconds before they attacked. Thousands of winged creatures blackened the sky and swooped over her head. The air became oppressive and heavy.

Their shrieks drowned out the noise of the city, and everything turned to chaos. Reya reached out and grabbed one as it swept by her. It was black as the night—half bat, half demon. Hellraiders. Impossible. They couldn’t come over. They shouldn’t even be able to survive here.

On the other hand, its claws and teeth tore at her, so they were doing better than surviving. She crushed its neck, and it stopped wriggling. Then it turned to dust in her hand and blew away in the windstorm created by a few thousand of its closest friends.

She gazed around to find the city surroundings shimmering under the lower frequency. People walked by, obvious in their own higher frequency, not seeing the horde of demons among them.

It went against everything she knew. Then Reya looked over to find the demons circling Thane like a tornado. He had his jacket off and was swinging at them.

She realized he was contained in the same bubble as she was. The only difference was that he didn’t stand a chance.

Crap. Time to save the pain-in-the-ass cop. He better appreciate this.

She extended her collapsible staff and ran toward him, into the whirlwind of wings and limbs. Bodies exploded into balls of ash as she spun the staff, clearing a path to Thane. It smelled like brimstone and fire. She reached Thane and fought with him—back to back. He was sliced and bleeding, but fighting.

“You brought these!” he yelled over the blood-curdling screeches.

What? Wait, he thought she was responsible for these things? “Shut up, I’m saving your life!”

He swatted at two creatures. “Really? Doesn’t look that way from here.”

Unreal. At this rate, she was never going to convince him that she was one of the good guys. Time to show him something new. She turned around and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him straight to the ground. “Stay down!”

She raised the staff over her head and spun it up to speed until it became a blur of black and silver. The creatures squealed and backed away enough for her to see the sky once again. The baton whirred, making a low hum that grew unbearably loud in an instant, drowning out everything else until it culminated in a loud boom. The shockwave ripped through demon bodies and a dust ball spread out around them as the bubble burst.

Then it was silent save for the car horns.

Light returned swiftly, and the air cleared. She glanced around. No one even noticed. No one paid attention to them. Something was very wrong. Why had hellraiders broken through? Why did they attack her?

“What the fuck was that?” Thane asked, getting to his feet and looking around.

Reya had no idea. This was bigger than him, bigger than her. Either way, she was done with him. She’d proven her innocence and even saved his life. The sooner she got away from him, the better off he’d be.

He kept turning around and frowning as he realized that no one else seemed to have seen what had just happened. Only the two of them. Then he pinned her with a glare. “You have some explaining to do.”

No, no she didn’t.

So she vanished.

* * *

The nursing home smelled like old people and aging flesh. Thane nodded to the receptionist at the front desk before breezing down the main hallway. He tried not to look into the rooms. It was too depressing to see what time could do to the human body and mind.

Whenever he left here, he prayed to die a quick, violent death. It was one of the reasons he liked being a cop. Chances were excellent that his life would end just like that.

Old hands reached for him as he passed by; fragile voices called out to him. He ignored them for his own sanity. He couldn’t come here week after week if he didn’t.

He caught his reflection in a glass divider, complete with scratches and scrapes on his face and neck. He looked pretty banged up from something that had apparently happened in his imagination. There’d been little sleep last night while he called everyone he knew looking for surveillance in the area. He’d found it, and there were no flying monkeys in any of the footage.

The only way he could prove he wasn’t going crazy was to find Reya, which was next to impossible, since she could vanish into thin air at will. The only way he’d find her was if he was of use to her. She’d looked as shocked as he had been. She was not expecting that. The sooner he found something useful, the sooner she’d find him.

His mother’s private room was at the far end of a white hallway with white polished floors and white doors. You’d think all that white would brighten the place up, but it didn’t. It just created a bigger contrast between the inhabitants and their world.

He found Millie Driscoll sitting in the rocking chair facing the door, waiting for him. He walked in and kissed her on the cheek, and hoped that today she’d remember him. He really needed to talk to her.

“Mom, how are you feeling?” he asked, pulling a chair up to sit in front of her.

She blinked her eyes a few times and smiled. “Hello, Thane.”

His lucky day. “You want the windows open? It smells like bleach in here.”

She laughed, a high tinkling sound. “I just had my hair colored. You like it?”

It was mostly blond with a little green on the edges. “Looks great.”

She beamed, her blue eyes looking right through him. Then for a moment, she stared at something behind him and lost her place.

He cleared his throat and put her hands in his. “I need to ask you about something. About Dad.”

“Oh, is he here?” she asked, her face lighting up.

“No, he’s not here anymore,” Thane said softly.

She frowned. “Oh. Doesn’t he love me anymore?”

Thane held the pain in his heart at bay. “He loved you dearly.”

That seemed to placate her. “This is our fortieth year together.”

Thane smiled. “Do you remember the night Dad…left?”

Her eyes met his. “Of course. It was a Saturday.”

“Right,” Thane said. “Do you recall hearing anything? Voices? Whispers?”

Her eyes widened, and her voice was abruptly harsh. She pushed him away. “No. Nothing like that.”

He was surprised by her reaction. His mother was usually very gentle. “Are you sure? Because I could swear someone was there, talking.”

“No,” she said, getting visibly agitated. “No, you didn’t. You heard nothing.”

What was going on? “Mom—”

She put her hands over her ears. “Don’t say it. Don’t listen to them.”

A chill settled over Thane. “Listen to who?”

Millie closed her eyes and shook her head. “No! No!” She started screaming it over and over until an orderly came in to calm her down. When that didn’t work, Thane watched them give her a sedative. They put her into her bed, and she started sobbing.

He felt helpless and angry. Helpless for not being able to stop her mind from disintegrating and angry for his father’s death, which had started her downfall.

She was still sobbing when he left.

* * *

“Orson, get down here! I mean it!” Reya yelled like she had for the past few hours. “This is serious!”

She heard papers rustle and turned to find him behind her in the living room.

He frowned. “I’m not at your beck and call, Reya.”

She was this close to exploding and it took all her self-control to keep it together. She pointed out the window. “I was attacked by hellraiders. In the middle of the street. Why?”

Orson folded his notebook under his arm and clasped his hands together as he looked at her in earnest. “Are you certain?”

Reya closed her eyes. “Yes, trust me. I know them when I see them. They came through the other side, and I don’t know how, I don’t know why, and I don’t like it.”

The little man nodded his head. “That is unusual. Did anyone see them?”

“No,” she said, spreading out her arms. “Just me and, oh yes, the detective who’s been tracking me down.”

Orson blinked furiously. “Why did he see them?”

She stepped up to him. “I don’t know. Maybe because he’s bad, maybe because he’s a legacy. Does it matter?”

“Everything matters,” Orson said. “Is he okay?”

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cold beer from the fridge. It was still early in the morning, but her nerves were shot between walking the city looking for hellraiders half the night, grabbing a few hours of sleep, and waiting for Orson to get his ass down here. “He got a few cuts.”

“That’s good,” Orson said. “So why were they after you?”

The beer tasted damn good and helped to get rid of the sulfur stuck in her throat. “How should I know? That’s why you’re here.”

He shrugged. “What can I do? I’m not privy to their plans.”

“Wow, you are so helpful,” she said and saluted him with the half-empty beer. “Thanks a heap.”

Orson sighed. “Perhaps it was only this one time—”

She shook her head. “No. Not buying it. This did not happen by accident. Someone planned it. Someone found a way to isolate me in a cocoon of negative energy. So you tell me what changed. Because I’m contacting people like I always have, just doing my job like all the other Redeemers. Are any of them getting attacked?”

“No, I would have heard,” Orson said.

“Okay. So how did I get on their radar?”

Orson looked thoughtful. “The only difference has been your contact with Thane Driscoll.”

Driscoll, she hadn’t even considered him. “Why would my contact with him get me attacked?”

Orson cocked his head to the side and looked at her. “Are you certain it was you they were attacking?”

Oh, shit. She nearly choked on the beer. What if they were after Driscoll? “Impossible. Why would they want him?”

“You said it yourself, there hasn’t been a legacy in thirty years,” Orson noted.

For a brief moment, she felt relief. “Fine, let them have him. He’s halfway there anyway.”

“No,” Orson said and frowned. “It cannot be allowed to happen.” Then he looked at her. “You must protect him.”

She took a full step back. “What? Wait, no. I already have a job to do.”

“This is important, Reya,” Orson said. “He must be protected at all costs.”

She gaped at him. “Why? He’s nobody.”

Orson lifted his eyebrows. “Everyone is important.”

Reya rolled her eyes. “Fine. He’s no more important than anyone else here.”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps his move to the other side could cause imbalance in the duality.”

Christ, the fucking duality. “Positive and negative energy have been warring for this planet for thousands of years. One man is going to change the playing field? I don’t think so.”

Orson peered at her. “We don’t know that.”

She drained the beer. “Not my problem. I’m a Redeemer, not a babysitter.”

“And we must find out why they want him,” Orson added as if he hadn’t heard her protests.

“Not interested.”

“You were on the other side,” he pressed.

She gripped the bottle dangerously hard. “And I learned my lesson, thank you. And no.”

He smiled. “If you do this, it might move you up faster. On the other hand, refusing an opportunity to choose the light could extend your ascension.”

She sucked in a breath. “How long have you been holding that card?”

He shrugged. “I have some leeway. This is obviously an opportunity, a choice you must make.”

Son of a bitch. And he knew exactly when to throw it down. He knew time was not on her side. She’d do just about anything to move fully into the safety of the light. All she’d have to do is keep the hellraiders off Driscoll until Orson could find out why they wanted him. How hard could that be? Beat chasing down scumbags all day. “Make that a guarantee, and I’ll babysit whoever you want.”

Orson nodded. “Done.”

“Really?” she asked, skeptical. Nothing moved fast in the spirit world. It dawned on her that Orson had a lot more leeway than he let on.

“Really,” he said and stood up. “I will provide you with everything we have on him—past, present, and future. Now, if we are finished—”

“Oh, no,” she said, putting up her hands to stop him right there. “What if they get to him? What if we can’t figure out what’s going on?”

Orson frowned. “Then we could have a major problem. You may not think this could change the balance, but this has the potential. It is no coincidence that Thane appeared now. This world is still fragile, straddling the line between light and dark. His actions could have more impact than either of us can imagine.”

“No, this planet’s light quotient is finally over fifty percent for the first time in thousands of years. One man can’t change that.”

“Perhaps not. But he could if he joined the darkness. We have no precedence for a legacy doing that. It could very well alter the balance and send this planet’s evolution back centuries.”

Oh hell. Why did these things happen to her? “Gee, thanks. Nothing like putting a little pressure on me.”

He looked at her. “If anyone can do this, you can. I have complete faith in you.”

She sighed. She wished she did.

* * *

It was still dark out when Thane’s phone rang. He fumbled around for his cell phone on the bedside table.

“Six a.m. This better be good,” he growled.

“Hey, I got woken up ten minutes ago, so don’t bitch at me,” Martin said. “We got another torched victim.”

Thane sat up and swung out of bed on his way to the bathroom. “Where?”

“Lower East Side. I texted you the address.”

“I’ll meet you there in half an hour.” Then he hung up.

He showered, changed, and was out the door in fifteen minutes. He’d just exited his apartment building when he noticed Reya waiting in the shadows. She stepped out to block his way.

“Morning,” she said, her voice low. “Going somewhere?”

He wasn’t sure why she’d tracked him down but wasn’t about to question his good fortune. Something had changed. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t want something. “Come with me.”

He hailed a cab for both of them and slid in the backseat close to her. He was sticking to her like glue. “You disappeared again last night.”

“I got called away.”

He eyed her. “By who?”

“No one you know.”

Fine. Her thigh next to his felt solid and warm. Not like a ghost. It was a little distracting. “Maybe you can tell me what those things were then.”

She looked ahead. “It’s way too early for twenty questions.”

“I’m a cop, that’s what I do.”

She turned to him then, and he was riveted to the palest blue eyes he’d ever seen. Yesterday, they’d seemed black. Silver in the surveillance footage. She might not be quite human after all.

“I know what they were, but I don’t know why they attacked us.”

A straight answer. A damn miracle. “Let’s start with what they were.”

“You’d probably call them demons. They aren’t really, but it’s close enough. Hellraiders.”

Martin was going to love this. “From Hell, I suppose?”

She smirked. “Now I see why you’re a detective.”

He was trying. It wasn’t easy. “Were they trying to kill us? Scare us? What?”

She suddenly narrowed her eyes at him, and for a moment, it felt like she could see right into his soul. “You’ve done some things.”

He stilled. Where did that come from? “How would you know what I’ve done?”

“Planted evidence, lied on the stand during trials, even shot an unarmed man under the guise of self-defense. Do you want the details?”

It was the second time she’d mentioned it, but she couldn’t know those things. Yes, some people suspected but he was very good at cleaning up. Besides, he’d done it to keep murderers and killers off the streets. That alone was justification enough.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he told her. “And what does that have to do with them coming after us?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe they like you.”

“You think I’m one of them?” he asked carefully.

She cut him a look. “Hell is a long way to travel from for nothing.”

The cab pulled over at the crime scene, and Thane handed the cabbie a twenty. The man just waved him off and said, “No charge.” Reya was already out of the cab and looking at the scene.

Thane murmured a thank you, and the cab pulled away. He was still perturbed by the whole conversation and the unsettling feeling that his mystery woman knew too much, but dead people took precedence over self-respect.

Blue and white lights flashed across the early-morning scene. Thane made his way over to where the body was located. Martin wasn’t there yet. He got the information from the officer in charge. Same MO. Man burst into flames for no apparent reason. No one saw any weapons. No answers.

He walked back to where Reya was standing on the sidewalk. She appeared to be talking to someone but there was no one around. He heard the whispers rise above the chatter, unintelligent and mangled in the crime scene noise. When she saw him coming toward her, she seemed to wrap up the conversation. By the time he got within reach, she was staring at him and the whispers were gone.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked gruffly. He was getting tired of invisible people messing with his head.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said with a smile. “No witnesses?”

“Plenty of witnesses. No apparent cause of the fire,” he replied. “He’s the second one in as many days. You wouldn’t have any thoughts on this, would you?”

“Me?” she said. “Nope.”

Liar. “You seem to know everything about me. About future victims. About when people will die. But nothing about this?”

She batted her eyelashes a few times. “I’m not God.”

He was beginning to wonder if that was also a lie. “Let’s cut the bullshit. I heard you talking to someone. Who was it?”

“Well, since we’re cutting the bullshit,” she started.

He glared at her, and she rolled her eyes. “Just remember you asked for it. Do you believe in ghosts, Thane?”

Trick question? “No.”

“Too bad. You’re going to.” Reya crossed her arms. “I was talking to him.”

He eyed her. “Him who? God?”

She laughed and sounded surprisingly genuine. “Not God. The dead guy. Or rather, the dead guy’s spirit.”

Okay. “Is he still here?”

“He left,” she said. “He doesn’t know what happened to him. Probably too traumatized by being yanked out so quickly. Takes them a while to acclimate. Not long though, especially the old souls. They cross over pretty quick and get the hell off this planet.”

And the conversation just kept getting more and more bizarre. He decided to stay on one bizarre track at a time. “He didn’t see anything?”

She hesitated just long enough for Thane to realize that she knew something. “There was someone, but he didn’t know who it was.”

So it was a someone, not a something. He found it hard to believe that anyone could get close enough to set a person on fire without them noticing. “Flying monkeys, perhaps?”

She shook her head in thought and frowned slightly. “Definitely not flying monkeys.” Then she smiled at him brightly. “So where to next?”

Her sudden change of demeanor worried him. “I have to work.”

“Thought you wanted to take me into the office for questioning?”

Okay, now he was feeling like he’d been sucked into a parallel universe. “And you’ll do that.”

She blinked. “Of course.”

He got the impression he was being played. “No disappearing?”

“You have my wor—”

“Don’t even,” he said, stopping her. “It didn’t work last time.”

“Oh, right,” she said. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

Now he knew for certain he was in trouble.

Chapter Five

Thane stood on the other side of the one-way mirror watching and listening to Martin interview Reya. So far, highly entertaining.

Reya was pacing the room like a caged animal. He was a bit curious by her restlessness given the fact that she’d offered to do this. Martin sat in the chair on one side of a long table, his profile to Thane.

“Reya, have a seat,” he said.

She stopped her pacing and looked at him. “I think this room is designed to suck the soul out of anyone who enters it.”

Martin grinned. “Tell me about it. Sit anyway. You’re making me nervous.”

Reya broke into a little smile that grew as she slid into the chair facing Martin and leaned forward, which gave him a very nice view of the tops of her breasts peeking out from under the low V-neck shirt.

“Better?” she asked.

Martin shook his head in wonder. “I love my job.”

Thane nodded in agreement.

She grinned wide. “What can I do for you, Martin?”

“Just a few questions.”

Then she cut a look right at Thane through the mirror. “Shoot.”

“It appears that you were present at a few deaths we are investigating.”

She blinked once. “I spoke with each of the men just before they died.”

Martin tapped his fingers on the table. “Did you know they were going to die?”

“Yes.”

His fingers stopped midair. “How did you know?”

“It just comes to me.”

Martin cut a wary look at Thane through the mirror, and then cleared his throat. “So when am I going to die?”

She rested her arms on the table. “You have time.”

He laughed. “Well, that’s a relief. Just booked a vacation to Disney.”

Reya didn’t flinch, and Martin looked slightly uncomfortable. “So you knew these men?”

“No.”

“How did you get their whereabouts?”

“From a friend.”

Martin said, “Does he have a name?”

“Orson,” she said.

“Orson what?”

“Just Orson.”

Martin shifted in his chair. “We can’t even find information on you—”

“I’m right here. I must exist.”

Thane couldn’t help it. He laughed. She was fucking insane. He should have known it. And he was now no closer to solving the deaths than he was before.

“So you talked to these men,” Martin said, valiantly continuing his questioning. “What did you talk about?”

“Their sins.”

Thane thought Martin was going to fall out of his chair. “Like parking tickets? Cheating on their taxes? Jaywalking?”

“No, those are laws. Not sins. Although occasionally they match,” she answered coolly. “And technically, they aren’t sins. They are experiences in this lifetime. Good or bad, it all goes into your soul development. We all get a chance to play every role. But sometimes, they like being bad a little too much and get stuck there. I give them a chance to change that.”

Martin stared at her for a moment, and then rubbed his eyes. “So what were their sins?”

“That’s confidential,” she said. “Aren’t you going to ask me how I know their sins?”

He scratched his head. “I’m guessing Orson?”

Reya wrinkled her nose. “Close. I hold the paper with their name on it. Then I know.”

Martin glanced at the mirror for help. “That’s great. So what happens after you tell these men their sins?”

She shrugged. “I leave.”

“That’s it?”

Reya batted her eyes. “That’s it.”

“Do you do this a lot?”

Reya leaned over the table. “It’s my job.”

“Right. Thank you,” Martin said with a nod. Then he put his palms on the table and stood up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to check on something.”

Thane was still grinning when Martin came through the viewing room door. He looked totally bewildered. “Jesus. How can someone that beautiful be that crazy?”

“At least she didn’t vanish on you yet,” Thane said with a laugh. “Now what?”

“I have no fucking idea,” Martin said. “She’s certifiable. There’s no way I’m getting her anywhere near O’Brien. In fact, I suggest you give her cab money and send her back to whatever loony bin she came from.”

This was priceless. Thane was enjoying himself. Right up until he heard the sound of a thousand wings flapping. Whispers grew exponentially with every passing second.

He looked toward the door to the hallway. “Shit.”

* * *

Reya got up after Martin left and paced the stark white interrogation room. Bad acoustic waffle designs on the walls, a one-way mirror on one side, a single door on the other, and a table in the middle and two chairs. Who designs rooms like this? Masochists?

She gave the mirror a big smile on her way by. Let them wonder if she was sane or not. If they only knew the whole truth, they’d be a lot more worried about other stuff.

Like why one of Surt’s minions was killing innocent people.

She’d lied to Thane. The newly deceased spirit knew exactly what hit him and who. But why? Why now? Maybe she was jumping the gun and Surt wasn’t involved at all. But the deceased was a gifted medium and had picked up the name Maurice. The only Maurice that Reya knew was Surt’s longtime right-hand man.

It gave her the willies just thinking about Maurice here in this world, and the unconscionable havoc he could raise. He belonged in Hell with Surt.

So why reach over to this side? Why torch innocent people? And how was Thane mixed up in all this? She didn’t believe in coincidences. The Universe was like one big dance, everyone and everything tied together in immortal cohesion. She was beginning to think she should have bargained for more than a jump on the ascension ladder.

She paced faster. She was itching to call Orson down and fill him in, but she was being watched and that would do little to promote her tenuous credibility with Thane. And she couldn’t disappear if she wanted to gain his trust. She needed to start keeping those pesky little promises.

God, being human sucked.

Reya was about to sit down in one of the chairs when she heard them. The lights in the room flickered and dimmed. Something pelted the exterior of the wall.

They were back.

She walked to the door and wrenched it open. Thane was already on the other side. The look in his face told her that he’d heard them, too.

“We have to get out of here,” she told him.

“Why are they after you?” he asked, his tone harsh in accusation.

It would serve him right to find out the hard way. Lucky for him, she wasn’t in the mood. “They aren’t. They’re here for you.”

“What?” he asked, obviously caught off-guard.

And then they came through the hallway. The air felt cold and heavy, moving like gel. People screamed and ducked as a swarm flooded the space, pushing past everyone in search of their prey. The lights died, and the air was filled with a pungent, acidic smell.

Ahead of the swarm, Reya had her staff out and shoved Thane in the back with her hand. “Go!”

They raced down the corridor, and he led her into a stairwell heading down. They were on the eighth floor and skipping steps as fast as possible. The sound of wings followed them, echoing overhead. Reya looked up between the stairs and saw a dark cloud ballooning above. No matter how many steps they skipped, they weren’t going to make it to the bottom.

“Bad idea, Thane!” she yelled as she leapt full flights at a time after him.

“You weren’t exactly specific,” he hollered back and shoved the door open at the fifth floor. They exited and ran to the center of the building, confused people staring after them.

He pulled her into an open elevator door and hit the Close button, leaving them alone in the lift. Both of them were breathing hard as elevator music played softly.

Thane looked at her. “Why are they after me?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “But I’m supposed to protect you.”

He pulled out a Glock and showed it to her. “I can protect myself.”

She laughed at his ego. “Not against these things. They don’t bleed.”

“But they die. I saw what you did to them last time. You fried them. Just like our two burn victims.”

She cut him a glare. “I didn’t torch your victims.”

“No, but I’ll bet you know who could.”

Damn, he was sharp.

The floor numbers moved excruciatingly slow, and really, she had bigger things to deal with than his rampant imagination. At the second floor, a hundred demons pelted the top of their elevator.

The car rocked, but held.

Reya activated her staff and both ends lengthened. She stepped in front of the doors. “Stay behind me. And put the damn gun away before you kill something human.”

The elevator dinged when it reached the basement level. The doors opened, and Reya moved out with Thane beside her, pointing his gun. He was a pain in the ass.

The floor was quiet and dark, the building’s systems humming and thrumming. Behind them, the elevator ceiling became a thunderous metal shield and quaked under the onslaught of creatures just dying to get through. There was a loud snap of cables, and the elevator dropped a few inches as the alarm sounded.

Reya turned and faced the open doors. The lights inside went out, and thick metal creaked and groaned. She held her staff out in front of her and began to spin it. Then all hell broke loose—literally—and rushed through the elevator’s ceiling in a river of black.

The demons flew directly into her spinning staff and disintegrated into thousands of pieces. Dust filled her view. Gunfire erupted from behind her as Thane tried to pick off the ones that got through. His bullets passed through them and punched holes in the concrete walls.

Luckily, her staff worked brilliantly. In a few minutes, the hellraiders were either dead or retreating.

Once again, the basement returned to its humming lull. Aside from the busted elevator, the crispy hellraiders littering the floor, and the smell of brimstone and ash, it was quiet.

“Is that all of them?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “But more will be back.”

Thane walked around to face her and holstered his gun. He leaned in, eyes dark and serious. “Now, we talk.”

* * *

Thane had his mystery woman right where he wanted her. Only now, he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea.

She wandered around his small apartment, investigating every room, checking closets and opening cupboards. He didn’t care to ask what she was looking for. She already knew more than enough about him.

He’d let her into his place, because he figured if she could blow up whatever-the-fuck those things were with a baton, she could break into his place.

How could she know about him, about other people? He could see if she had access to private files or something like that. But to know about what he’d done, to know when people were going to die. There was no agency on this planet that had that kind of information. Had she really been telling Martin the truth about this Orson person? If it was a person.

As much as he hated to go there, he even considered that she might be clairvoyant. He didn’t believe in that, but the alternative explanations were all worse. Ghost? Is that what he’d been hearing? The whispers of dead people? Jesus. He might check himself into a loony bin.

“You going to tell me what’s going on or what?” he finally said.

She turned from the few photos on the wall and lifted an eyebrow. “You are a patient man.”

He wasn’t. He was biding his time trying to figure out if what had happened was real or not. On the other hand, his shirt was shredded, and he smelled like a bonfire. Sure felt real.

“Fine,” he said and braced himself on the island between them. “What exactly are you? Dead? Alive? Human? Demon? Psychic? Psychotic? What?”

She grinned. “You’ve put some thought into this.”

“Just trying to figure out how to protect myself when the time comes.”

She nodded. “The gun won’t work on me.”

He’d figured that one out himself. It didn’t work on the hellraiders either, which put both of them in the category. “So you aren’t alive?”

“No, I’m alive,” she said a little sadly. “I just have some special gifts.”

“Immortal?” he ventured.

She shrugged and straightened one of the pictures. “We all are.”

He really hated this game. “So why are they after you?”

She walked over to the island. “I told you, they want you, not me.”

Silver eyes dominated her face and looked into him with unnerving intensity. Black hair swept around her face and down her back, sleek and shiny. Pale skin was smooth and flawless. She wore a skin-tight black body suit that few women could pull off under a long gray coat. He wondered how many weapons were stowed in it.

“Forgive me if I find that hard to believe,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “They didn’t want to kill you. Or they would have. Which means they want you alive. So what is so special about you?”

He was beginning to think that he was the invisible one here. “What are they?”

She tilted her head. “Once I tell you, there’s no going back. Are you ready for that?”

He leaned forward with all menace. “Lady, my entire precinct was just attacked. They might have even killed someone. Believe me, I’m ready.”

She was silent for a few beats and then said, “They work for the darkness. Someone over there really wants you. We have to figure out why before they take you home with them.”

“The darkness,” he said. “Like Darth Vader?”

“You have no idea what you are dealing with,” she said, her tone serious. “You can’t shoot the darkness. You can’t get angry at it or turn violent. You only make it stronger.”

He frowned. “That’s not possible.”

She smiled, looking weary for a moment. “Have you noticed the air change when they appear?”

He stilled. He had. “So?”

“Darkness, negative energy, exists at a lower frequency than light. They are bending the rules of quantum physics to get here from another dimension. Think about that. They’re gunning for you, and someday, they will succeed in getting you. Whether you believe it or not.”

Thane tried to think of a good response, but nothing was coming to mind. Could some other dark side really want him? Was he that bad of a person? He worked hard to push guilt behind him.

Then she looked around. “Do you have anything to eat?”

He hung his head. This was getting him nowhere. “I need to go back into work, see if anyone was hurt.”

He looked back up when she started laughing. “What’s so funny?”

Reya shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t go back to work. They want you. You aren’t safe anywhere.”

He didn’t like where this was going. “I have a job to do.”

“So do I,” she said. “I’m here to protect you. You don’t go anywhere without me.”

He couldn’t help it, he laughed. She was the most beautiful crazy person he’d ever met. What a waste. “I have a partner already, thanks. Three’s a crowd. I can take care of myself.”

Reya stood up and tossed her coat on the back of his couch. She stood in the middle of his apartment and crossed her arms in challenge. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Thane didn’t care what insanity had just happened, he wasn’t playing this game anymore. He peeled his shirt off and shoved it in the trashcan. Then he headed through his bedroom to the bathroom for a long shower.

If she wanted to stay here, she was going to get a hell of a show.

* * *

His body was big and nicely muscled. Not too much, but just enough to make it known that he was a powerful man. Aside from the cut marks across his arms and back, he was pretty much perfection. Damn. She licked her lips, tasting ashes. It’d been a long time since she’d spent any time with a man who wasn’t on her hit list. Someone she’s actually consider using this body with.

Seconds later, the shower turned on.

Unfortunately, that kind of distraction wasn’t on her agenda at the moment. How was she going to convince him that this was about him, not her? She wasn’t a freakin’ miracle worker.

“Orson, I need you,” she said aloud, keeping an eye on the bathroom door. Nothing.

She sighed. “Please.”

He materialized beside her. “You rang?”

“Maurice torched a human early this morning,” she told him. In the bathroom, she heard the shower curtain open and close. He was in. Not that he’d be able to see Orson, but she didn’t want to have to explain any more than she already had.

“That is highly unusual,” Orson said, shaking his head slowly.

Reya turned and went to the kitchen in search of food. “No shit. And I suspect he did the same to another person yesterday. Why?”

Orson looked genuinely bewildered. “I have no idea. They don’t need to come to this side.”

Right. She yanked open the refrigerator door. Milk and beer. “Sure they do. For one thing, it’s lot more fun on this side.”

“Regardless, they aren’t supposed to interfere,” he said. “The different dimensions do not engage each other. It is the law.”

She checked the freezer. Months old ice cubes, dried to a powder. “That’s why they’re bad guys, Orson. They don’t do well with rules. So what would make them come here and interfere? What would be worth the wrath of God?”

Orson shook his head. “I don’t know. Do you think Surt is involved?”

Dear God, I hope not. But she already knew he was. Maurice simply wasn’t that ambitious. Coupled with the sick feeling in her gut, she’d put money on it. She opened and closed every cabinet. Cereal and potato chips. Thane had the lifestyle of a hermit. “I don’t keep tabs on Surt anymore.”

“Yes, of course,” Orson said. “But if he were involved, that would be bad.”

And that was the understatement of the century. She stood in the middle of the tiny kitchen and put her hands on her hips. “Yes, it would.”

Then she heard the shower turn off. Thane would be out in a few minutes. Time to say goodbye to Orson. “See what you can find out about Maurice and Surt, and if there are any other people being lit on fire anywhere else.”

Orson nodded. “Any sign of the hellraiders?”

“They attacked him again,” she said, watching the doorway intently. “Persistent little bastards.”

“Sadly, yes,” Orson said. “What about Thane? Is he demonstrating any signs of being a legacy?”

She glanced at the bathroom door. “Nothing more than the voices.”

Orson nodded. “He must not choose the other side, Reya.”

She turned to him incredulously. “And yet, he has free will, Orson. If he decides to use his legacy abilities for the other side, I can’t stop him. That’s the rule you saddled me with. The other side has no such qualms.”

Orson had the grace to grimace. “I’m sorry.” And then he vanished.

Thane appeared in the space that Orson vacated, wearing jeans and pulling on a clean shirt. He eyed her warily before looking around his place. “Was someone here?”

Of course, he’d heard Orson. His powers would increase rapidly, making him a target and forcing him to choose a side. She had to convince him to trust her now, and she had one idea left.

“You started stealing when you were eight. Candy from Mayville’s store,” she said softly. “You didn’t get caught.”

Thane frowned at her. “No one knows that.”

She lifted her chin. “Then you moved on to bigger things. Bikes, tools, radios. You didn’t worry about the law. Your dad was a cop. He bailed you out every time.”

Thane’s expression turned dark. “And kicked my ass for it. I learned.”

“Not really. You altered evidence against Nelson White two years ago,” she said.

“He was guilty.”

“Mmm,” she said. “He was. But you had no right. You’ve beat up suspects—”

“All got what they deserved,” he said, anger rising in his voice.

“Yes, they did. But they would have with or without you.”

“You don’t know that,” he said.

“Actually, I do.”

He didn’t say anything for a few long moments. “What do you want?”

She smiled. “I’m trying to save your life. You have to trust me. Believe me. I know what I’m talking about.”

They stared at each other in silence; the only sound was the empty refrigerator running. Then Reya gave him a crooked smile. “Besides, I might be able to help you find out who killed your burn victims.”

“The dark side,” he said, putting the pieces together.

“You can’t get there without my help. Interested now?”

He shrugged, but she knew she had him. Despite the bad things he’d done, he wanted justice. “Maybe.”

“Excellent,” she said. “We stick together until the murders are solved. If the flying monkeys don’t show up again, you’re safe. And you’ll never see me again.”

He looked relieved by that. “Deal.”

Done, for now. “Good. I’m ordering Chinese.”

* * *

Thane sat across from his new roommate, and watched her steal his last egg roll. For a crazy person, she could eat.

“Did you pay for this?” he asked.

She shrugged and licked her fingers. “Got it on the house.”

No way. “How did you manage that?”

She smiled between bites. “Happens all the time.”

Not in this town. In fact, as far as he could tell her only job was finding soon-to-be-dead people. “How do you pay your rent?”

“Free,” she said and popped the remainder of the egg roll into her mouth. “Are you going to eat all that cashew pork?”

He slid the carton to her side. “Free? Why?”

“Because I don’t have a day job,” she said as if he were the crazy one.

Thane propped his elbows on the island. Everything he thought he knew was messed up now. While he was in the shower, he had a chance to think about what happened at the precinct. People were ducking and screaming, but not one officer drew a gun. “No one saw what happened today, did they?”

“Nope,” she replied and took a big forkful of his dinner. “Well, they heard it and felt it. Probably thought it was an earthquake or something.”

“And how is that possible when I was able to see them clearly?” he asked. He had about a thousand questions in the queue. At this point, he was just throwing them out at random.

She blinked. “I don’t know yet.”

He almost believed her. “Were we somewhere else? Some other world?” he asked, a question he was pretty sure he’d never asked before in his life.

“It’s a place between dimensions. There are a lot of layers. Think of it as purgatory,” she said and put down her fork on the empty plate with a sigh. “I love Chinese food.”

He could tell by the array of empty cartons on his counter. “Purgatory.”

She brushed crumbs off her lap. “That’s what we call it. It’s not really purgatory. It’s just a space between reality and the other side.”

“We?” he said, trying to keep up with her.

“Other Redeemers like me.” Then she smiled. “Not exactly like me, of course.”

He eyed her sleek outfit. That was a shame. “Redeemers.”

“Yes.”

“Where are they all?”

She shrugged and started looking around his apartment. “I don’t know. I only worry about myself. I could really go for some wine.”

Thane sighed and reached under the island to grab a bottle of pinot noir someone had left here after a party. It took him a while to locate a corkscrew. Maybe if he got her drunk, she’d stick to the disaster at hand.

Two glasses of wine later, she was grinning at him like a Cheshire cat. Her eyes were crystalline under dimmed lights. Her lips were amazing. In fact, she was perfect from head to toe. He knew, he’d checked. It occurred to him that Reya might be a dark side all to herself.

He tapped the island with his fingertips. “So we were in purgatory. The whole time?”

She leaned forward. “Pretty much. I felt the shift when I heard them.” Then she grinned. “You’re kind of cute when you smile.”

Big trouble in a small apartment. “A shift?”

Her eyebrows rose. “You didn’t feel it? Because I could swear that you felt it.”

He had. It had been unsettling, just like an earthquake, where the earth beneath your feet no longer held its ground. Like everything was off-center somehow. Like the Earth had tilted. “A little.”

She gave a smug laugh. “You can’t lie to me.”

He was beginning to believe that much. “I can try.”

“And you will,” she said and took her glass for a walk around his tiny place. “So where do I sleep?”

“Excuse me?”

“Me. Sleep. Where?”

Okay, when she said that they were working together, he didn’t realize she had moved in. “You have to stay here?”

She saluted him with her wine. “Flying monkeys, remember?”

How could he forget? Fine. Sexy, crazy woman was staying for the night. “Take my bed.”

“Good night,” she said and walked into his bedroom. The door closed behind her.

Just like that. He was still trying to figure out why she was still here and now she was in his bed. He couldn’t do that on a good night. He picked up his phone and dialed Martin.

“Where did you go?” Martin answered in a hurry. “It’s like the whole building went nuts. Jesus, what happened?”

There was a loaded question. He rubbed his eyes. “Was anyone hurt?”

“A couple people ran into each other, but that was it.”

Thane glanced at his bedroom door. “What did you see?”

“Nothing,” Martin said. “Just sounded like a freight train coming through. The building shook. The lights went out. Then it was like a hurricane or something. Now everyone’s looking at me like I know what it was.”

No one had seen them except him and Reya. Thane was beginning to feel like he had a tenuous hold on reality.

Martin lowered his voice. “You know what happened, don’t you?”

“Not for sure,” he said, but he did. He also knew that if more creatures came after him, someone really could get hurt. Killed. He couldn’t go back to work unless he knew how bad this was.

“I need to take some time off work,” Thane said.

“Oh no. No, no, no. We’ve got burning people, and God knows what tearing through our city. I need you.”

He knew Martin was right, but Thane couldn’t risk anyone around him getting hurt. Reya was more than capable of protecting herself, but anyone else? Not a chance. “Tell O’Brien I’m taking a few vacation days.”

“Christ almighty, Thane. This isn’t funny.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Then he hung up before Martin could protest and make him feel worse than he did.

Thane stared at his bedroom door for a moment before walking over to the couch. It looked damn small. He sat down and listened to the silence. No whispers. He’d heard them again in the shower. He’d heard them right before the attacks. They were becoming so “normal” that he was beginning to wonder if they would ever stop now. Even if he found whoever was after him. Even if Reya disappeared and never came back.

The whispers might be there forever.

Chapter Six

Surt defied and buffeted the wind on the terrace of his luxury apartment fifty-seven floors above Manhattan. He had a bird’s-eye view of midtown—his domain. It wasn’t much as far as domains go—hardly a speck on the map of the Universe—but it was prime real estate here.

The sun had set moments before and ribbons of yellow light were beginning to meander through the grid. Boxy buildings checkered with boxy windows created a manmade matrix of light and dark. The horizon still carried its layers of blue, mauve, and yellow. He gazed upon it with the wisdom of thousands of lives and millions of years of existence.

For it was what was under this city that he coveted. Something no one else even noticed, but something they would soon grow to dread. Like the human vessel he inhabited, the Earth was alive. Energy flowed through her, thrumming with a pulse that few felt and fewer understood. Untapped power just waiting to be triggered.

Luckily, he was one of the few. But not the only one.

A noise behind him told him he was no longer alone.

He turned as Maurice stepped up beside him. He was a big man who moved very quietly and efficiently. He didn’t talk until spoken to, he didn’t cave to pointless drama. And he rarely disappointed Surt.

“Do you have him?” Surt asked.

“No. Reya was there again,” Maurice said.

Again. He always knew that woman would come back to haunt him. If she hadn’t been so talented, he wouldn’t have even bothered with her to begin with. But he preferred to surround himself with talent and deal with the consequences later.

“Then find a time when she isn’t with him,” Surt said tightly.

“They appear to be working together,” Maurice said. “She spent the night at his apartment.”

Shit. She was forever sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Her skills had been a blessing when she was on his side. Now, not so much. “What exactly are they working together on?”

Maurice’s shoulder twitched. “We suspect it might be the human incinerations.”

Surt expected that. They weren’t complete idiots. Set a few people on fire and the city would take notice, especially the police. Regardless, that part of the plan was not changing. He just hadn’t expected so much trouble getting his hands on Thane Driscoll.

“Find a way to separate them,” Surt said.

Maurice didn’t respond, and Surt turned to him. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Possibly,” Maurice said slowly. “He may not be as ready to come over as you think.”

“I’ve seen his soul,” Surt said. “He’ll come over. He’s one of us.”

“Convincing him of that won’t be easy,” Maurice persisted. “He may require more…incentive.”

“More incentive than having the power to control others? To judge? To be God?” he asked. “What more could he want?”

Maurice shrugged. “I’m just telling you what I see.”

As much as Surt disliked it, Maurice might be right. Driscoll was walking the line. There were no guarantees. Surt needed Driscoll to cooperate 100 percent, or the entire plan would fail.

“Fine. Bring in Darcy. She’ll convince him.”

Maurice nodded, and then disappeared.

Silence once again settled over Surt. Silence and darkness. He was still in a good position, even with Reya’s interference. Night gripped the city with an iron fist, and between the long fingers, it sparkled like the gem it was.

* * *

They walked through the front door of the nursing home and past the receptionist.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Thane said for the tenth time.

Geez, it was almost like he didn’t trust her. Reya said, “I told you, they can’t locate you if I’m here. It cloaks you.”

He gave her a hard look. “You better be right. I don’t want them anywhere near here.”

There was a flicker of light in his soul, Reya noted, when she glanced at him. For his mother. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.

She walked past the people whose souls were almost free of the bodies that held them captive. “She’s safer here than anywhere else.”

“And why is that?”

Reya waved back to an old man who gave her an angelic smile and waved his hand. “They don’t like crazy people. Too unpredictable.”

“My mother isn’t crazy,” he said tightly and turned down another corridor. “She’s just losing her memories.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Reya said, taken back a bit by his resentment. “Not all crazy people are crazy. They just see things most people can’t. Then they’re labeled insane, and it’s all downhill from there.”

“What does that have to do with hellraiders?” Thane asked as he stopped in front of a room.

Reya peered in and saw his mother in a chair facing the door. “Crazy people aren’t afraid of them. They don’t give them any power.”

Then she walked into the room. “Hello, Millie.”

The sixty-something woman grinned back at her serenely. “I knew you’d come. I’ve been waiting. Just like I was supposed to.”

There was a vibrant, dense lavender aura around Millie. She was well protected, more so than anyone Reya had ever met. There had to be a good reason for that. “Thank you.”

Thane walked over and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek. Millie touched his face. “You’re safe now.”

He eyed Reya, and then turned back to his mother. “Safe from what?”

“The whispers,” she said.

Thane’s entire demeanor changed, which fascinated Reya. He became very still and very focused. She knew he could hear the voices. She just didn’t realize how much he didn’t want to.

“You’ll talk to me about them now?” he asked.

“Yes,” Millie said with a sure nod. “Sit.”

Reya dropped to a knee in front of her and took Millie’s cool hands in hers while Thane closed the door and pulled up a chair. The three of them huddled together.

“What are the whispers?” Thane asked her.

“Dead people,” Millie said, her eyes a little wild. Reya suspected she’d been keeping this secret a very long time. “They whisper in your ear. Tell you to do good things or bad things.”

Thane cut Reya a glance before asking, “So you hear them?”

“Of course,” she said. “So do you.”

“Did Dad?”

Her wild eyes fluttered a little. “No. But he tried to protect us.”

“From what? Who?” Thane said.

“Hellraiders,” Reya told him. She looked at Millie. “What do they want?”

Millie pressed her lips together and stared Reya in the eyes. “First, you must promise to take care of Thane.”

“I will,” Reya said, sensing the answer to her questions, and her salvation, were very close. “Nothing will happen to him.”

Millie looked at each of them. Then she reached into her robe and pulled out a photo. It had faded to sepia, worn and dirty around the edges. Her hand trembled as she handed the photo to Reya.

The instant her fingers touched it, Reya felt the love. It was so powerful, it swept through her in a wave. Love hadn’t been part of her life for as long as she could remember. It was warm and sweet and heartening. She held the photo delicately, afraid to damage it. It was a picture of Millie and her husband when they were young. Millie was pregnant.

“I never saw this picture,” Thane said, looking over her shoulder.

“It was taken right before you were born,” Millie said, her words lost in the past. “We were so happy. A baby coming, a house. Your father had just joined the force. Life was perfect.”

As wonderful as it was, it was just a photo, and there was nothing written on the back of the photo. Reya’s hope faded. Maybe her salvation was a lot further away than she thought. Or maybe Millie was just plain crazy.

Reya asked, “This is the reason they’re here?”

“Follow where it leads,” Millie said, her voice hushed.

Of course. Reya gave a sigh. Nothing was easy.

“Can’t you just tell us where it leads?” Thane said.

Millie gazed at him, her eyes watering. “I can’t. I don’t know where it leads. This was something your father did. He told me to give it to you when you were ready.”

Then Millie grabbed his hand with some desperation and squeezed it tightly. “You can do this, Thane. You can. You’re so strong. Too strong sometimes. Don’t forget the love we gave you.”

* * *

Thane was still reeling from the whole conversation when they got back to his place. His father knew, his mother knew. And no one told him until now? What were they waiting for?

He walked into his apartment and almost forgot about Reya behind him. She hadn’t said a word the entire time. He didn’t know if she was thinking or worried or what, and he didn’t care. At this point, he just wanted to be alone.

“I’m sure you have lots to do. Places to be. Souls to save,” he started as she dropped onto the couch.

“Forget it, I’m not leaving,” she said absently. “Where were you the night your father was killed?”

She sidelined him for a moment. “In the house.”

“Wait,” she said and pinned him with a surprised look. “You were there? When he was killed?”

“I can’t remember anything,” he told her, disgusted with himself. He wished he could, and he couldn’t. All the clues he needed were right there. He turned on the flat-screen TV and stood in front of it. “Just the whispers. I couldn’t even understand what they were saying. I just remember the sound they made.”

The news came on, and a TV reporter was on location at a chaotic scene of fire trucks and police cars. Thane gave up trying to kick her out and grabbed a bottled water out of the fridge.

“This is the fourth victim this week,” the blond reporter was saying. “No one knows how or why these people are suddenly bursting into flames. The authorities appear to be baffled by these occurrences. The only thing that’s certain is that this isn’t stopping.”

Thane pulled the photo out of his pocket and looked at it. Then up at the TV. “Are these related in any way?”

Reya stood up and walked past him. She took another water out of his fridge without asking and stood next to him. “Probably.”

He eyed her. She sounded certain, which didn’t add up because hellraiders had nothing to do with flaming humans. So the connection had to be something else, and then it clicked into place. “These hellraiders, they don’t seem too bright.”

She twisted the cap off the bottle and tossed it in the trash. “They aren’t.”

“Which means that someone has to give the orders.”

The bottle was halfway to her mouth when she froze. She recovered quickly and took a sip. “Yes.”

Damn her. She knew. “Who’s giving the orders, Reya?”

She took another longer sip, stalling no doubt. Then she licked her lips and said, “I’m not sure.”

“Bullshit,” he said and backed her up to the wall. He leaned in menacingly. This was his life on the line.

“Who is it?”

Reya glared at him. “His name is Surt.”

Thane glared back. “What is he? Demon? Devil? Fallen angel?”

A flicker of something passed her features quickly, but he caught it.

“Demon,” she said. “At least last I knew.”

“Alive or dead?”

She squinted a little in thought. “Both.”

He gave her a tired look, and she smirked. She scooted out around him. “You’re too easy, Driscoll. Surt is like me. He can be human if he wants.”

Thane held up a hand. “Honestly, not ready to hear how that happens. You know him?”

Reya’s expression hardened. “I know him.”

As ominous as that sounded, Thane was just happy to have a name to hang all his bets on. “You think he’s responsible for the hellraiders after me and the people catching on fire? How, exactly, would that miracle happen?”

“I don’t know everything,” she said, getting defensive.

“No, but you’re halfway between worlds, which is even better,” he said. “Where is Surt now?”

“Not sure,” Reya said. “I asked Orson to track him down.”

“Orson,” Thane said, sidelined. “You mentioned him before. What is he?”

“My envoy,” she said with a little wince. “I’m not supposed to tell you this. I can’t…” She looked away, her expression troubled. “It’ll cost me.”

He felt a flash of concern for her; he could tell she was being truthful. But he wasn’t backing down. “This is my life, Reya. I deserve to know what’s going on.”

She looked at him then, her eyes serious. “I’m aware of that.” For a few moments, they stared at each other, the space between them vanishing. For a split second, he almost forgot she wasn’t like other women.

He asked, “What will it cost you?”

She shook her head slowly. “Never mind. Orson goes between here and the other side. The light side.”

“Is he dead or alive?” Just because he had to ask.

“He’s not human,” she said and took the photo from him, brushing his hand and leaving heat. She walked away staring at it. “And no, he doesn’t know everything either.”

He watched her study the photo. A little crease formed between her eyebrows when she was concentrating. “How many of you are there, hanging around Earth?”

She shrugged, focused on the photo. “No idea. Not my job to keep track of them all.”

He’d bet there were more than a few. He wondered if all of them looked like her. He had to admit he liked the black pants. Tight black tank top. Long black coat. Boots up over her knees. Hard not to like that.

“How is it that no one seems to take notice of your Goth outfit?” he asked, taking a sip of his water.

“People see me in different ways. This is the way you’ve chosen to see me.” Then she turned and smiled. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

The bottle was poised at his lips. Shit. She could probably read his mind, too.

“There’s something about this photo,” she said, holding it up to the light.

He came up behind her. There was nothing unusual about the photo except that his mother had kept it in her pocket and secret from him for thirty-some-odd years. That was very unusual.

“If I were trying to hide something from the darkness,” she thought aloud, “where would I put it?”

He shrugged. “Somewhere darkness can’t go?”

Reya turned and grinned at him. “Bingo. Do you know any priests?”

* * *

Reya hadn’t been in a church much this time around. No need to. She was already as close as she wanted to be. She had no delusions that she’d ever be an angel in the real sense of the word. She was a servant, paying her dues so she could live in the light instead of with the likes of Surt.

So she’d made her deal, and someday she’d move on to somewhere that wasn’t Earth. She’d get to “be” without worrying about anyone stabbing her in the back or betraying her. That was highly frowned upon in the more enlightened communities. Besides, she hated the smell of sulfur.

The Catholic church was solemn and quiet at 8 p.m. Services were over. A few good souls were hunkered down in the pews, repenting for all they were worth and keeping the light on the planet.

She sensed motion above her and scanned the soaring ceiling. Childlike spirits danced overhead, playing between the flying buttresses. Their movements sent the candles flickering, their laughter like the tinkle of chimes in the wind. She envied them their simple joy. Then again, they’d earned it.

An elderly priest was sweeping the floor at the front of the nave, and Thane walked directly toward him. The priest stopped when he saw Thane, and his face lit up. His hair was white and thin, his face full with rows of laugh lines around his mouth. He set the broom aside and grabbed both of Thane’s arms when he got close.

“You are the spitting image of your father,” the priest said, grinning wide.

Reya kept her distance, but saw Thane grin back. It was the first time she’d seen him smile, and it was a showstopper. Who knew? His soul light sparked and flickered nicely. It was still in there, under the dark anger and cynicism.

The two men chatted for a few minutes before Thane introduced her. “Reya, this is Father Isaac. And old friend of the family.”

“Nice to meet you, Father,” she said and shook his hand. It was soft and warm. He was a good man. A good soul. She embraced the feeling of peace and warmth. There were few places on Earth that held this kind of sanctuary.

His glance lingered on her for a few beats, as if he sensed something unusual about her. Luckily, Thane cut in.

“I know you’re busy,” he said to the priest. “But I was wondering if you could tell me anything about this old photo I found.”

Father Isaac took the photo and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. He blinked a few times at the photo, and held it up to the faint light of the candles.

And that’s when Reya saw it. She caught herself before she gasped. There was something in the paper itself. A symbol. She squinted. No, three of them—one across the top, and two below side by side. Why would they show up here and not at Thane’s place?

Father held the photo to the light. “I don’t recall seeing this picture before. It wasn’t in your family photo albums. I would have remembered. My goodness, your parents were so young.”

He couldn’t see the symbols, Reya realized. And neither could Thane, judging by the flash of disappointment on his face. She was the only one. It had to be the combination of the holy candles and her disposition.

“Do you know where it was taken?” Thane asked.

“I’m sorry, no,” the priest said.

Reya held out her hand for the photo, and he gave it to her. She asked him, “What do you make of the recent wave of people catching on fire, Father?”

He gave a sigh and shook his head, worry softening his expression. “I don’t know. I pray for it to end though. It’s good for business, don’t get me wrong.”

Reya smiled. She loved him.

“But not like this,” he added sincerely. “They were all good people. We don’t have enough of those.”

She stilled. They were all good people? Truly? That didn’t make sense. Why would Surt be interested in the good people?

While Thane said goodbye, Reya held the photo up to the church candles. Three distinct symbols appeared, and she committed them to memory before they left the building. This was the only place they’d emerge. The shapes weren’t familiar to her, but perhaps Orson would know more.

As she turned to leave, she heard children’s laughter above.

Chapter Seven

The moment they were outside the safety of the church, Thane checked the vicinity. The city rumbled along, oblivious to the danger around it. Above him, geometric swatches of the heavens shone between the buildings. Not a hellraider in sight. He could move onto the next problem.

Thane put his hands on his hips and asked Reya, “Out with it. What did you see?”

She slid him a glance, and then focused on the street traffic. “How did you know I saw something?”

Because he was paying very close attention to her. “You were quiet.”

“Ah,” she said. “I’ll have to watch the next time.”

He waited. “And?”

She hailed a taxi and got one in a heartbeat. Amazing. Maybe she was an angel. The angel of city cabs.

“Three symbols. One across the top, two on the bottom.” She climbed into the cab, and Thane got in next to her. He gave the driver the address to his apartment.

“What did they look like?” he asked, skeptical but hopeful. He hadn’t seen anything. And if nothing was there, then this mission would stop right now in this cab. He was plumb out of other leads.

“Confusing. Messy. The top one wasn’t too bad but the bottom two looked like a tangle of lines and circles. I’ll draw them when we get back to your place,” she said, sounding distracted.

He didn’t want to wait that long. “You’re sure you’ll be able to remember them for that long?”

“I can recall everything I see on a piece of paper,” she told him in all seriousness. “It’s my job.”

He wasn’t going to go there. “You haven’t seen them before?”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “And I’ve seen a lot of symbols.”

He considered that. “So do you live forever, like a vampire?”

She rolled her eyes at him then. “I’m not a vampire. But yes, I’m immortal. We all are. You are, too. The only difference is that I remember my past lives. Well, many of them. Some, actually. A few.”

He almost wished she were a vampire. Then maybe he’d understand half the shit she was saying. “And I have past lives?”

Reya turned and blinked at him. “Yes. Thousands of them. Most of them on Earth.”

He couldn’t imagine wanting to come back here more than once. “And the point being?”

“To experience.”

He laughed and shook his head. Here he thought she was just playing with Martin when she told him that. Without thinking, he put his arm over the back of her seat. “This lovely place? Why?”

“To learn,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Every life is your choice and yours alone.”

“Good, then I choose to get out,” he said, surprised by the bitterness in his own voice.

“Too late,” she said with a smirk. “And if you don’t figure it out this time around, you get to do it all over again.”

Like hell. “I can tell you right now, this life is shot.”

“No, it’s not,” she said, her tone serious. “It’s never too late. Besides, you aren’t alone in this. There are a lot of other souls helping you, supporting you.”

He’d take his father over them any day. Still, the more he learned, the more he knew where he stood in this entire game. “If this is a plan, then who’s in charge? God?”

“In the broader sense, yes. Mostly, it’s the spirit council made up of guides, guardians, elders, and ascended masters, among others.”

It was like a whole ’nother world. “So why is my soul any of their business?”

“Every soul is their business. They watch over you. They run the show.”

That got his attention. “You mean, control the show?”

She shrugged. “They call it guiding.”

Same thing. “So there have to be bad guys somewhere. Otherwise, everyone’s a saint.”

She shifted a little, nestling into his arm. “They’re called Controllers. They manipulate, lie, cheat, break the rules. They control big business, politicians, energy resources, research, the world economy, wars. They want power.”

He rubbed her hair between his fingers. “So pretty much, they’ve already won.”

She looked at him. “Surprisingly, no. Humans still love.”

His fingers stilled as he looked into her eyes. “How do you tell the good guys from the bad guys?”

“By how they make you feel,” she said. “The light won’t make you feel cheated or lied to. They won’t stab you in the back. They won’t lie to you. You may not like what they have to say, but you’ll know it’s the truth.”

“Even in this dimension,” he guessed.

She smiled a little. “Very good. But this isn’t the truth. Controllers want to control reality, which really isn’t reality. The spirit council controls the spirit world, which is the true reality.”

The headache that had started at the church was getting worse, but he tried to hang on to her logic. “The true reality.”

She said, “This is not real. This world you put so much stake in, it’s an illusion. A game you helped to create, complete with bad guys. A billion souls created this and now it’s your playground. Your real life is in the spirit world. That’s the world you need to worry about. Not this one.”

Thane stared back at her. She was dead serious. “So nothing here matters?”

“Everything matters,” she said. “What you do here affects your place there.”

In that case, he was in serious trouble. “So what? Saints get the oceanfront view and the rest of us get the view of the alley?”

“It’s not funny, Thane,” she said, staring straight ahead.

He thought it was hysterical. “Pardon me if I don’t give a shit.”

“You should,” she said. “Your eternal soul is at stake.”

* * *

They spent an hour playing guess what the scribbles mean before calling it a night. Reya gave Thane the bedroom and waited until he shut the door. Then she waited until she heard him get into bed. Then she called Orson.

He appeared surprisingly fast. “You bellowed?”

“Funny,” she said, and handed the piece of paper she’d drawn the trio of symbols on. “What are these?”

“No small talk?” he quipped.

She was tired. She’d dealt with dead people, half-dead people, and one man who asked way too many questions and didn’t believe half of what she told him anyway. She’d totally given up trying to hide anything from him. What was he going to do with that information anyway? Who would believe him?

“Please,” she said.

Orson’s eyebrows went up, and he studied the drawings. He turned the paper upside down and sideways. He tilted it. He even tried to curve it.

Finally he handed it back to her. “I have no idea.”

She gave a sigh, and shoved the paper at him. “Then find out. Because that’s the key to some mystery…thing.”

“That’s specific.”

She rubbed her forehead. “Don’t start. This is serious. I’m betting Surt wants whatever mystery thing that leads to. And he’s going to a lot of trouble to get it.”

Orson nodded. “I see. I’ll do my best.”

“And make it quick. I know how Surt operates. If something is in motion, it’s as good as done.”

Orson eyed her. “You think it’s too late?”

She hoped not. She hoped, in fact, that she was completely wrong about all of this. She was sorry she’d even brought it to Orson’s attention. And she was sick and tired of dealing with lowlifes who tossed their opportunities aside for greed and pride, and brought nothing but misery to this already miserable world. No wonder Surt was here. He probably wanted this pathetic world for himself.

She sucked in a breath. Oh, shit.

Orson frowned. “What is it?”

No, that couldn’t be right. Surt was perfectly content in his own little dimension. Wasn’t he? “I don’t know what Surt is up to, but it can’t be good. Any updates on why he’s taking out these innocent people?”

Orson shook his head. “You were right. They shouldn’t be coming up. Their timetables are all messed up.”

At least she knew she was reading it correctly. “I think you better hurry, Orson. Surt doesn’t do anything without a reason.”

* * *

Thane lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. The clock read 3:15 a.m. He was going to be dragging ass tomorrow.

His brain just wouldn’t shut off though.

Reya had drawn the three symbols out, if they were symbols at all, but he didn’t recognize any of them. No progress there. He didn’t know why his mother hadn’t told him about his father and the whispers. He didn’t know why this Surt asshole was torching random people in the streets. In fact, he didn’t know shit except a bunch of nonsense about a thousand meaningless lives. And that was why he couldn’t sleep.

He heard something rustle next to his bed and had his gun out in flash. The darkest corner of his bedroom had turned pitch black and the air thick. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, and he realized the room was freezing cold.

He braced himself to fire at whatever came out.

The black shifted and a woman stepped out of the shadows—human and solid.

“You won’t be needing that,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

She was tall and lean, with blond hair, blue eyes, and wearing very little clothing. A gold crop top that stretched across her breasts, a short black skirt, and black stilettos. Either he was hallucinating or the dark side had the hottest women of all time.

Regardless, he was still keeping the gun on her. He threw the covers off and got to his feet. He glanced at the closed bedroom door and debated calling Reya. But what kind of cop would he be if he did that?

“How did you get in here?”

She walked to his closet and pulled out one of his shirts. She held it to her cheek and rubbed it gently. “I love the smell of clean shirts.”

Thane came around to face her. She sure looked real, but he had a feeling she wasn’t. “Who are you?”

She acted like he wasn’t even there, wasn’t holding a gun on her. “Darcy. Don’t worry, I’m not here to harm you. I’m just here for a visit. A warning, actually.”

This should be interesting. “What kind of warning?”

She pulled a sweater off the shelf and brushed her lips against the wool. “So soft.” Then she looked at him. “About your little protector, Reya.”

That put her in a whole other dimension. His gun was useless. “You know her?”

Darcy ran her hands along the length of his dress pants, fingertips lingering against the fabric. “Oh, yes. Did she tell you that she was on the dark side?”

She hadn’t, but he bluffed. “Sure. Not a problem.”

“I see,” Darcy said. She stood back and ran her fingers along the woodwork of the closet. “Did she tell you that she and Surt used to be lovers?”

Shit. Well that explained a few things. He’d deal with Reya later. Right now, he had a line on Surt. “What does Surt want with me?”

“He wants you to join us.”

Thane almost couldn’t believe he got an answer so easily. “Why would I want to do that?”

“To get justice,” she said with a smile. She turned her back to him and pulled out the top drawer of his dresser to peer inside. “To find out who killed your father and get justice. To make things right.”

He held his composure despite the onslaught of revelations. Not only did she know Reya, she knew everything about him—what happened to his father, what he felt, everything. Was he a complete open book to these people? “And you’ll promise me all that.”

“And much more,” she said with a slow, sexy smile that would have melted a lesser man. Somehow, it did nothing for him.

“I’ll pass.”

She closed the dresser drawer and looked at him in cool surprise. “We aren’t all bad,” she said, turning to him. “We just don’t like be told what to do and when to do it. We don’t like playing by rules that we had no part in designing.”

Thane eyed her. “You don’t like the spirit council.”

“No,” she said with a sardonic laugh. “They have a plan for everyone. But not everyone wants to have a plan. We don’t care to be dictated to so we chose a different route. You know what I’m talking about.”

He took definite umbrage to that. “Is that why you’re setting people on fire?”

She smiled wide and approached him, moving in close to the gun. Her eyes focused on him with singular intensity. “You are a very interesting man.”

“Answer my question,” he said.

Darcy pushed the gun to the side and stepped within a foot of him. He sensed spice and heat. “You don’t like to follow the rules either. You’ve been fighting the council for eons. Does that surprise you?”

It didn’t. He hated the idea of someone having a plan for his life, his soul. “Are you setting people on fire?”

“No,” she said and drew a line down the front of his T-shirt with a finger. The heat turned to ice. He stepped back, out of reach, and put her back in his gun sights.

“Surt?” he asked.

Her eyes lifted to his. “He’s taking out people who cause problems. Just like you do. We are so very much alike. Don’t you want to be with people who understand you?”

Thane felt the jab to his heart. “Tell Surt to stop. They’re good people.”

Darcy gave a soft laugh. “Is that what you think? Is that what Reya told you? You need to think for yourself, Thane. Think about what you want. And the best way to get it.”

He heard a sound in the other room. Reya.

When he looked back, Darcy was gone. The black cloud that had hung in the corner of his bedroom dissipated. The air temperature returned to normal. All that was left were her words.

* * *

Reya watched the local news. Two more people had burned to death overnight. Surt was really outdoing himself this time. It worried her that she cared so much, and she told herself that it was because these people didn’t have a chance against a power like Surt.

“You didn’t tell me that you and Surt were lovers,” Thane said from behind her.

Crap. How had he found out? And here she thought the dark side was gossipy. Served her right for not being more forthcoming. She turned to face him. He had showered, and his hair was still wet. He wore a soft chambray shirt and jeans. And a gun.

“Ancient history,” she said. “Really ancient.”

He didn’t look appeased. “I’d like to hear about it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You want details?”

“About the relationship,” he said.

She tried to sound nonchalant. “We met between lives. I thought he was my soul mate. Followed him to the dark side. Broke up. Came back to the light. End of relationship. And how did you find out?”

Thane crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. “Had a visit last night. From Darcy.”

Reya couldn’t hide her surprise. Christ, were they coming over in droves now? If this kept up, there would be no safe places from thieves and backstabbers. Speaking of which. “Don’t believe anything she says.”

“Funny, that’s what she said about you, too.”

They stared at each other for a long time. Reya knew that if he didn’t trust her, this would end badly and soon. God, she hated soul-searching crap. “Do you know why I’m a Redeemer?”

He shook his head.

“Because it was the hardest, most painful job available on this side. So I could get out of the darkness and come back to where I belong. To where I can trust souls again.”

“I don’t know if I buy that,” he said slowly. “You get free food, a free place to live, know everything about everyone, have some cool weapons and powers. Doesn’t sound like a hard job to me.”

Reya walked up to him and looked into his eyes. “It hurts.”

He blinked. “What hurts?”

“Every time I get a new assignment,” she said, willing herself not to lose control. But damn tears burned in her eyes, and she blinked them away. “I feel everything they’ve ever done to anyone. Every punch, every rape, every bit of red rage, and every scream they draw.”

She stared into his eyes and lost herself in the process. “I hear the victim’s pleas for mercy. I taste the blood. I feel the fear. It’s a nightmare that never goes away. It just changes from asshole to asshole.”

Reya closed her eyes and let the tears fall. Her heart felt heavy and tight in her chest. She hated this job. She hated that she had no choice.

She felt Thane’s arms around her as he pulled her to him. For a moment, she fought it. But it felt so warm and so good and the stupid tears wouldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that,” he said softly.

She soaked in the physical comfort for a moment longer than she should before stepping out of his arms. He let her go.

She turned away before she could see the pity on his face. “I asked for this. My choice.”

Then she looked at him to make sure he understood what she’d just given him. “We always have a choice. We are free to choose our paths—right or wrong. And I was wrong to follow Surt.”

Thane was watching her intently. “I believe you.”

“Good,” she said and grabbed her coat. “Because we have to stop him.”

Chapter Eight

Thane followed Reya down the narrow alleyway and through an unmarked door. Brown walls were gouged and paint peeled from every surface. The steps beneath his feet groaned. In sharp contrast, deep, smooth blues music wafted through the dark, dingy, narrow hallway and grew louder as they climbed the stairs to the third floor.

“Is that live music?” he asked her.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Old man blues played by real old men.”

“My favorite kind,” he said, meaning it. They hadn’t said much to each other since she’d confided in him about her job. Her honesty had surprised him. His reaction to it surprised him more. He hadn’t expected to feel empathy for her. She was capable and strong; it hadn’t occurred to him that she suffered just like everyone else.

And walking up the stairs behind her, he had to admit he was getting more interested in her by the moment. She lived in a different world than he did. A better world. He had no delusions he’d ever see it.

She went to the end of the third floor hallway and stopped in front of a door. Music played behind it: horns, drums, guitars, piano, and one old man singing his heart out.

“Let me do the talking,” she said. “They can be a little skittish with strangers.”

She rapped on the door a few times. The music stopped haltingly, and the hallway became very quiet. Feet shuffled on the other side. The keyhole opened and an eyeball peered through. Reya smiled at the other side.

The door opened a moment later, and a short, slight, seventyish black man held his arms open wide to embrace her. They hugged like old friends, but the old man’s dark eyes latched onto Thane with acute wariness.

“Reya, child. You come to visit?” he asked, pulling back and keeping his eyes on Thane.

She replied, “It’s been too long.”

He waved a hand. “Eh, time. It don’t mean nothing, you know that.” Then he nodded toward Thane. “I see you brought a friend.”

“Yes,” she said and pulled him forward. “Thane Driscoll, this is Chu. An old friend, and one amazing trumpet player.”

Chu shook his hand, his grip firm and strong for an old guy. “Pleasure,” he said. Then he looked at Reya. “I don’t expect this is a social visit.”

“Sorry, no,” she said. “I need your expertise.”

He grinned at Thane. “Women. Always wanting something.”

Thane smiled back. He was a wise man.

Chu closed the door behind them and locked it. Then he led them into a surprisingly large living space. It was a loft, divided into rooms with walls that didn’t quite reach the thirty-foot ceilings. Bits of music were coming from one of the rooms, and Thane could hear men laughing and talking as they jammed. A deep baritone voice reverberated through the room.

“Do you guys play in clubs?” he asked Chu.

Chu laughed. “Sometimes. Pays the bills. But mostly, the music is just for the soul.”

He led them to a door in one corner of the loft that was set back from the others. Chu pulled out a chain from around his neck and unlocked the door with a brass key. He let them into the dark room, latched the door behind him, and hit the lights.

Thane almost went for his gun.

There were animal faces and eyes staring back at him in jars on shelves that crowded the small room. A single bulb lit an old, heavy desk. Massive tombs were stacked in every corner. The rest of the place was littered with dirty apothecary jars, mortars and pestles, trays, tubes, and gadgets he’d never seen before. It smelled like formaldehyde, and it was the last place on Earth he’d expect to find a trumpet player.

“Nice place,” he said.

“Thank you.”

Thane was itching to ask him where he got all this stuff, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t get an answer.

Chu stepped behind the desk and motioned to two stools on the other side. “Whatcha got for me, girl?”

Reya handed him a paper with the symbols drawn on it. “Do you recognize these?”

Chu sat down and swung a magnifying glass on a stand over the desk. He turned on the magnifying light and peered through the glass. For long moments, he studied the drawings, all the while making humming noises.

Finally, he looked up at Reya. “I can tell you about one of them.”

“I’ll take whatever you can give me,” she said.

He nodded and put on a pair of reading glasses. Then he stood up and headed to one of the stacks of books behind him. One by one, he peered at the title on the binding and discarded each into another pile.

Thane tried to read the titles, but they appeared to be in a foreign language. He leaned over to Reya and whispered, “Exactly how old is Chu?”

“Older than me and you combined,” she said. “Why?”

Thane shrugged. “Just curious. Do all your friends have places like this?”

“Who says I have any more friends?” she deadpanned.

He eyed her, but her expression was serious. Maybe she didn’t.

“Is he dead?” Thane asked.

Reya smiled. “No. Soon though.”

He was taken aback by her casual declaration. “Does he know that?”

“No, but it wouldn’t matter. Chu is ready to go back. His work here is almost done. He’s lucky he gets to leave.”

She said it like dying was no big deal. He really liked living, as hellish as it was at times. “You’re not going to tell him?”

“No,” she said, cutting him a warning look. “What would it change?”

“Give him a chance to settle his affairs? Say goodbye?” Thane pressed.

Reya looked at him with those big, silvery eyes. “He does that every day. He lives with the people he loves. He pays his debts. He gives to the needy. He serves others. There is no unfinished business.”

Sometimes when she talked, she sounded ancient and wise.

“So if you say a word to him, I’ll kill you myself,” she added.

And then other times, she didn’t.

Chu dumped a heavy book on the desk, which prompted a cloud of dust. With a sigh, he said, “One of these days, I’m gonna put these books on my computer.”

“You have a computer?” Thane said.

Chu frowned at him. “Of course. How do you think we get gigs? We got a website and everything.”

Then he unlatched the clasp on the book and opened it up. It nearly eclipsed the desk and was filled with hand-drawn Gothic-style writings and pictures. Oversize, gold letters started the first word of each page.

Thane and Reya leaned over the book as Chu dragged one page at a time over. Then he stopped on one page, scanned it, and said, “This is it.”

The top symbol was centered at the top of the page. There was a map of the Earth below it. Electric blue lines crisscrossed the globe, just above the surface. The rest of the page was composed of the mystery text.

“This is the one I remember.” Chu pointed to the symbol on the paper that looked like a circle with starbursts inside it. “Mmm,” Chu said, reading the page. “It’s the grid.”

“Which grid?” Reya asked.

Chu glanced at Thane. “Depends.”

She looked over at Thane. “It’s okay. He’s a legacy.”

That surprised Chu as much as it surprised Thane. What was a legacy? Whatever it was, Chu was looking at him like he was something special, so he decided to play along.

Chu said, “It’s been a while since we had a legacy. This means something. Especially with the grid.”

“The new grid?” Reya said.

“Yes,” Chu replied.

That was about the time Thane decided he was in way over his head. “What grid?”

Chu peered over his glasses at Thane. “The Earth grid. Energy grid. Grid of consciousness. The energy that binds us all. The energy that holds the Universe together.”

That really wasn’t helping him. “The blue lines in the picture are a grid of energy?”

“They are more than just lines drawn on a map,” Reya said. “They exist here, all around us. Energized by light, and in turn, energizing light.”

Right. “So there’s an old one and a new one?”

She nodded. “The old grid was powered by and therefore powered Atlantis. It was destroyed by the earthquake and Atlantis sank. Creation of a new grid began after that. It’s nearly complete.”

He decided to just skim past the whole Atlantis thing and concentrate on the bits that made sense. “And what will happen when it’s complete?”

Chu blinked at him. “The beginning of Enlightenment.” Then he squinted at Reya. “Doesn’t he know any of this?”

“He’s new. I’m working on it,” she said, not sounding particularly happy. “What does the symbol have to do with the grid?”

Chu hunkered over the page again. “It says the symbol is part of the activation key. It exists in reality and will be used to fire the new grid, bringing light to the heavens. That’s a direct translation.”

Thane had no idea what he was talking about.

“Do you think the other two symbols are part of the activation key as well?” Reya asked.

Chu took off his glasses. “I don’t know. If they are, they were never recorded anywhere.”

Thane narrowed his eyes. “You know that for sure?”

“Yes,” he said. “I do.”

And that settled that.

“Thank you,” Reya told him.

Chu closed the book, latched it, and ushered them out to the front door. The tunes were cranking in the other room, and Thane half wished he could stay for a while.

They were out in the hallway heading down the stairs when Reya asked him, “Did your father or mother ever mention a grid?”

“No.” He would have remembered. “What does it mean? And why does Surt want it?”

She stopped at the landing on the first floor. “I don’t know, but it can’t be good.”

* * *

Reya was shaking by the time they got back to Thane’s place. She walked through the rooms before calling Orson. She didn’t even care that Thane was there. She needed some goddamned answers.

“Orson, get down here this minute.”

Thane raised an eyebrow, and she ignored him. She didn’t care what he thought of her or her invisible friend. This was way more than she’d signed up for. She was not going to be responsible for the energy grid of the entire fucking planet.

Orson appeared seconds later and seemed quietly surprised that Thane was there, too. “Yes?”

Thane’s head turned toward Orson’s voice, but he couldn’t see him. No normal human could.

“Anything on the symbols?” she asked.

He sighed. “It’s not that easy—”

“Yes, it is. I got answers. If I can get them, you can,” she replied hotly. She was getting sick of excuses.

“I’m working on it,” he said. “You know time has no meaning to the council.”

“Well, time sure has something to do with the new grid,” she told him.

Orson looked over at Thane in question.

“He knows,” she said.

“You weren’t supposed to share—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted. “You want to know what’s going on? I can’t tell you unless he knows. That’s final.”

Thane’s eyebrows rose. “Thanks?”

“Shut up,” she told him, and turned her ire on Orson. “So you tell your bosses that if they want my help, if they want to know what Surt is up to, give me the information I need.”

Orson blinked a few times. “You really shouldn’t talk to them like that.”

“Believe me,” she said, holding her tone. “That’s the nicest way I can put it.”

Orson nodded and disappeared.

“He’s gone,” Thane said.

Reya rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself. “Yes.”

It was quiet for about thirty seconds. Then Thane asked, “What is a legacy?”

Reya headed into the kitchen, grabbed two beers, and handed one to Thane. She took a big swig before talking. “You’re special. You agreed to have certain abilities.”

“Like hearing the voices,” he said, and leaned back against the countertop.

“Right. And other abilities that haven’t manifested yet. They will.”

“What abilities?”

She gave up any semblance of discretion. At this rate, she was going to be a Redeemer forever. “You can alter light and dark. You will have the ability to focus both or diffuse both.”

“How?”

She sipped her beer. “It’s different for everyone, but trust me, if you get your abilities, you’ll need them.”

He watched her intently. “For what?”

“I don’t know,” she said, and she didn’t. “Legacies only appear when something big is going to happen to the planet.”

He took a long drink of beer and nodded as if trying to absorb it. “The grid.”

She was glad he wasn’t fighting it anymore. She wasn’t in the mood to argue about something that was real, whether he wanted it to be or not. “Yes.”

“How fragile is this grid?” he asked.

It was an insight she hadn’t expected him to grasp. “It’s strong as long as the light is strong.”

“And if it’s not?”

“Then this entire planet could go back to the Dark Ages and start all over again.”

He thought about that for a moment. “That sounds pretty ominous. If it’s true.”

She gave a short laugh. There it was, the narrow-minded cynicism she knew and loved. “I don’t really don’t care if you believe it. It’ll happen, just like it’s happened before. There is history.”

“There is not one shred of evidence that Atlantis ever existed,” he pointed out.

They were all idiots. They deserved to be vanquished to the Stone Age. But really, what did she care? Because she sure wasn’t going to wait around for the human race to grow the fuck up again.

She smirked at him. “Because that’s what happens when the grid fails.”

* * *

“I want you to come into work today,” his boss said through Thane’s cell phone. “I don’t care if your entire family died. I need you here.”

Thane had been able to avoid his boss for the past few days, but the body count on the evening news was rising and so was the pressure to find answers.

“I am working on the situation,” he said quietly. Reya was in the shower, and he didn’t want to explain this to her. “Believe me, I’m more use to you this way than if I came in and twiddled my thumbs.”

“I need your butt in your chair here,” his boss said. “I’ve got the mayor calling me. Do you know what that means?”

Thane winced. He did.

“That means that I told him I had my two best paranormal investigators working the case, and we’d have answers soon. And that means you.”

He’d never heard O’Brien so fired up. They must be riding him hard. Unfortunately, Thane was telling him the truth. O’Brien had no idea what was going on. If he did, he’d probably quit on the spot.

“I’ll be in today,” he said.

“When?”

“This afternoon,” he said. “I need to finish something up.”

“Fine, I’ll be waiting.” And the call disconnected.

“Damn,” Thane muttered.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Reya said from behind him.

He turned to find her standing in the doorway of his bedroom. His bathrobe was cinched tightly around her waist, and she was barefoot. It was far sexier than it should have been, and he was turned on more than he should be for a woman who was only mostly human.

“My boss wants me in the office,” he told her.

Reya smiled knowingly. “Shit hit the fan, huh?”

That was an understatement. “What are the odds we’ll tie this up by this afternoon?”

She laughed and crossed her arms. “Zero.”

He gripped his cell phone and tried to come up with a solution. There wasn’t any. He needed to follow the lead he was on. No one else would be able to. And no one was going to stop Surt from torching people—at least not the traditional way.

Unfortunately, he was on probation and this would probably cost him his job. Plus he was a legacy and he would be getting powers, whatever that meant, but he was pretty sure they weren’t going to be “office friendly” powers. He might turn green and get supersized.

On the other hand, a little face time would give him a chance to use the department resources. Not that he didn’t trust Chu, but Thane doubted he’d memorized every symbol in the history of the world.

Reya walked up to him, looking curious. “What did you decide?”

He marveled at her uncanny insight. On the other hand, she could probably read his mind and he just didn’t know it. “I need to go in for a few hours. Then I’m all yours.”

She blinked. “Good, I’ll go with you.”

He sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“They won’t even know I’m there,” she said.

Oh, great. Just what he needed. An invisible woman wandering around the precinct. “Let’s just concentrate on getting through the morning. What’s next?”

She crossed her arms. “I thought we might pay a visit to a hypnotist.”

“Why would you want to get hypnotized?” he asked.

“Not me,” she said with a smile.

Chapter Nine

Reya sat across from Sheila and Thane, and wondered how much longer it would take to get him hypnotized. Ambient music strummed in the background. They were in a darkened room, Reya on the sofa along a side wall, Thane stretched out on a recliner in the middle of the room, and Sheila in front of him in a cushy chair.

Sheila had been patiently working on him for forty minutes, coaxing him to go under. He did not want to relinquish his consciousness, especially after he’d seen the PSYCHIC HYPNOTHERAPIST SHEILA WAIRE sign on the door of the office.

Newbies. She shook her head. If he only knew how much wisdom he had gathered, how many times he’d been down this road before. Maybe Sheila could enlighten him, because he wouldn’t believe it unless he could see it with his own eyes. Or mind.

His hands were loosely clasping the arms of the chair. His chest rose and fell evenly. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. Or as relaxed as he got. His hair brushed his forehead, and his big body sprawled across the recliner. The Thane without all the resentment was pretty damn hot.

His soul color had changed, releasing the anger that bound him up so tightly. She kind of liked him like this. Quiet, peaceful, docile. She wondered if Sheila could give her a code word to induce this on demand.

After ten more minutes, Thane was finally where he needed to be and Sheila turned around to nod at Reya. Reya stood up and moved silently behind Sheila’s chair.

As Reya had instructed, Sheila said to him, “Thane, we’re going to go back to when you were young, the night your father died. When I count to three you will be there. One, two, three.”

Thane’s hands jumped a little but he stayed under.

Sheila turned and looked at Reya, who took over the session.

“It’s early in the evening,” Reya said softly as to not jar him. “What are you doing?”

“Playing checkers with my dad. Mom is laughing because I just beat him,” Thane said, his expression and voice light and happy.

“Does anything seem out of the ordinary?” she asked.

“There is a storm. The power is out, but we have candles.”

“Do you hear anything?”

Thane frowned slightly. “Wind, thunder. It sounds like someone is banging against the outside of the house.” He hesitated and turned his head to the right. “Is someone at the door?”

Reya watched the fear cross his face. “Who is it, Thane?”

He nodded his head as if obeying someone. “Mom tells me it’s just the storm. It’s getting worse, so we are going to go into the basement where it is safer.”

A sense of foreboding entered the session, and Reya pressed on. “Are your parents concerned?”

“They try not to show it, but something is wrong, I can tell. We go down to the basement where my dad has his workshop. It’s warm down here. I like the smell of wood and varnish.”

Reya asked, “What happens next?”

“There is a loud bang upstairs, like the front door crashed in. Dad tells Mom and me to hide in the closet, to lock ourselves in. He hands my mother something and kisses her. She’s very upset, but we go into a tall armoire where my dad keeps his guns. It’s a tight squeeze, but we are in. I can see my dad through a sliver between the doors.”

Sheila placed her hand on Reya’s and mouthed, “Be careful.”

Reya nodded, knowing she was about to illicit some traumatic memories for Thane. She hated doing it. It was one thing for her to choose pain as part of her redemption. It was another to put an innocent boy, now man, through it. But she had to know what happened that night because it was coming full circle.

“What do you see, Thane?”

Thane’s body twitched. “A shadow is moving into the basement in front of my father. It’s a man, I think. Now they’re talking, arguing. My father is telling the man to leave. My mother is trembling, I can feel her fear.”

A shadow who was a man? Reya’s heart sank. “What else are they saying?”

“I don’t know. I can’t hear them over the voices.”

“Is someone else there?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s just voices.”

She knew what that was. Reya felt the tension grow as the dark moment closed in. Her voice was even. “Can you hear what the voices are saying?”

He winced. “They’re mean, angry voices. They want to do bad things. They want to make me do bad things.” His face twisted in pain.

“But you don’t,” Reya said suddenly, holding her own emotions at bay. He was so tormented, just a child. She hated them for that. “You’re a good boy.”

“I try,” he said sincerely, his expression softening somewhat.

Remember that, she thought sadly, and pushed him forward, “What’s happening now, Thane?”

“There’s a flash of light and a loud sound.” Thane’s voice rose in sudden panic. “My father just fell to the floor! He’s not moving!”

Sheila squeezed Reya’s arm, and she said quickly, “It’s okay. You’re safe. You and your mom are safe.” Her voice cracked. She could almost feel his pain, feel the helplessness he went through. She understood the anger and frustration he held now. If she’d been him, would she have turned out any differently?

“But my father isn’t moving,” Thane said, his tone full of panic. “Dad!”

“Your dad can’t hear you,” Reya said firmly, but kindly, feeling everything he was experiencing. She couldn’t seem to break from him. “He’s just sleeping. He’ll be okay.”

Reya caught Sheila frowning at her and ignored it. She had to get Thane through this. She had to get through this.

“What is the shadow doing?” she asked.

“He’s looking at the cabinet. At us. I think I made a noise. He’s coming toward us. He’s coming right to me!”

“He can’t harm you,” she repeated, keeping her voice soft, despite the emotion rising in her throat. “What does he look like?”

“Just a shape, a dark man. He’s trying to open the doors.”

Reya moved closer to him and put her hand on his. It was burning and damp. “Don’t be afraid, you are safe.”

“He keeps trying, but he can’t open it,” Thane continues, his words jaunty. “He can’t get inside.”

“Relax, take a deep breath,” she said. She felt such sadness for him, and anger at the Universe for allowing that to happen to him. Even if he did choose it. “What does he do next?”

“He moves away from the doors. I can’t see him. I think he left.”

“What about the voices?” she asked, relieved the worst was over.

“They’re gone, too. The storm has passed.”

Reya closed her eyes. “So it’s quiet.”

“No,” Thane said sadly. “My mom is crying.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Reya said, trying to keep control of her voice. “I want you to remember everything you told us and everything you saw and heard. But you won’t feel the pain and sorrow you did at that moment. Do you understand?”

“My dad’s still sleeping,” Thane said.

Reya swallowed the guilt and let a tear drop. Then she turned to Sheila and nodded for her to bring Thane out.

* * *

“It was Surt, wasn’t it? It’s the same man who’s setting innocent people on fire,” Thane said. His head hurt, his heart hurt, and he was pissed. He remembered that moment, when his father was murdered. He’d thought about it a million times, but this time was different. He could still smell the sawdust and feel the cool metal of the cabinet he and his mother had squeezed into. Most of all, he could see the bastard who killed his father.

Reya walked beside him out of the psychic’s office. “We can’t be sure.”

He was so worked up, so furious, that he could barely contain it. Seeing his father die all over again, as a man, as a cop, made him feel helpless. He’d always wanted to find out who killed his father. Now he knew.

“A black shadow that materializes into a human shape? Who else would it be?” he snapped. “How do I find him?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “He could be anywhere.”

Thane swung around to face her. Her eyes flashed as she glared back at him.

“You know him, but you don’t know where he is?”

She narrowed her eyes. “It’s not like people on the other side wear signs. We have a hard time tracking them. They could be in any place, in any form, in any dimension. Besides, we aren’t in this so you can exact revenge for your father’s murder.”

The hell he wasn’t. He turned and started walking again. “This is the deal. We stop Surt from setting innocent people on fire. If in the process, I discover that he killed my father, I get to exact my revenge.”

Reya swore softly. “You can’t kill him, even if you wanted to.”

“I’m a legacy,” he said. “What kind of power does that give me? Can I locate beings from other dimensions? Can I engage them?”

“Well, see now, I really don’t want to tell you,” she said.

He stopped her by the arm. “What does it give me?”

And then her arm was gone, and he was grabbing air. Right before his eyes, she faded to air. He could still see her, but she was transparent.

“Go ahead,” she said lifting her chin in challenge. “Try to exact revenge on me.”

He swiped at her shape. Nothing.

She rematerialized and started walking again. “That’s why you can’t kill Surt.”

Son of a bitch. If he wanted Surt, he’d have to work with her to get him, and then stop him. Maybe along the way, he’d figure out what the curse of legacy got him besides being a target.

Thane caught up with her in two strides.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll just give him a piece of my mind.”

Reya slanted him a look. “You can’t lie for shit.”

“And you think I’m a lot stupider than I am,” he said. Although after he said it, it didn’t sound quite right. “I know he’s involved. My father’s killer is the only connection between me and this entire mess. And he’s the only one who could have pulled it off without leaving so much as a trace behind.”

“There are more like him. A lot more.”

But Surt was the only one who stood out, and he’d bet his life on that. “Why now? After thirty years? Why is he back?”

“I don’t know,” Reya said. “I can’t believe he’d want to kill you just because you saw him murder your father. Surt is not that patient. If he wanted you dead, he would have done it long ago.”

He heard the distraction in her voice. Whenever she did that, she was thinking about something he wasn’t supposed to be privy to. “Take an educated guess.”

She bit her lip. “It’s a busy time for Earth.”

He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Explain.”

She halted and frowned at him. “I’m not supposed to. It could screw up the whole fabric of time and space.”

“Christ,” he swore. “If it will help with this investigation, then you need to. Because I’m the professional investigator here.”

“Then figure out what kind of threat you pose to him,” she countered.

She had a point. “I can’t unless I know all the facts.”

Reya sighed. “Fine. Earth is a third dimension planet that is destined to be a fourth dimension planet. And then a fifth. Enlightenment is the process. Ascension is the leap.”

Every time he asked for an explanation, he regretted it. “The planet itself is going to ascend? How is that even possible?”

“The planet is alive; it has a soul. It has the opportunity to ascend. It will do so slowly over time and by degrees until it becomes a reincarnation place solely for fourth dimensional beings.”

He held onto his tenuous train of thought. “What’s the difference between dimensions?”

“Dimensions are based on frequency, the vibrational level of energy. This is the third dimension. Tactile reality. The vibrational level here is heavier than the fourth dimension. The higher you go, the lighter your frequency.”

“Doesn’t sound so bad,” he said.

“It’s not bad. It’s just hard. The soul has to earn the right to ascend to a higher dimension, which takes eons of experiencing and maturing. The fifth dimension is lighter and even more positive than the fourth. It changes our reality to pure light. There’s no construct of time. Only the present, but the present can be anywhere, anytime. After that there is no darkness, only light.”

He was starting to lose her, but he wasn’t going to admit it. Damn, he knew he should have stuck with Physics class. Who the fuck knew he’d actually need it someday? “Fourth and fifth still have darkness?”

“Right, but their pull, their influence, is weaker in higher dimensions. Which means it’s not as much fun. Not as many souls to control. No riches, no wealth, no illusions, no lies.”

He was beginning to get it. “Dark entities lose their power.”

Reya started walking again. “Exactly. They hit a ceiling. Their only options are to stay in the lower frequencies. That’s where their power lies.”

“If the Earth eventually ascends to the fourth dimension, where do all the third dimension souls go?

“They have to reincarnate on another planet.”

The pieces clicked into place. “There must be other planets out there like Earth.”

She nodded. “There are, but you have to understand, Earth is an extraordinary creation. It’s a beautiful world, unique and peerless in this part of the universe. These human bodies are miracles. Everyone wants to come here, even as hard as it is.”

He grinned. He’d finally figured her out. “And that’s why you’re doing the Redeemer bit. To ensure your spot in the higher dimension.”

She cut him a hard look. “I’ve been on the dark side. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Besides, I’m not starting over again.”

He could understand that if he cared about his soul. At this point, he’d sell his soul to find his father’s killer. All he had to do was find the devil.

“You think Surt is trying to prevent to the planet from ascending because he doesn’t want to start over either?”

“Yes,” she said with a frown. “He’d lose Earth like all the other Controllers. The worldly pleasures, the control, power, and the greed that they’ve cultivated will disappear”

Thane was having a hard time believing any of this was true. On the other hand, he’d seen some weird shit so far. “Sounds like he’d need a lot of help to stop a planetary ascension. Any idea where he’d get it from? You said it yourself, it’s not easy crossing dimensions.”

“The whispers you hear,” she said. “If you heard them when your father was murdered, that wasn’t us. We wouldn’t have done that. And the killer was alone. So he must have had other people with him, but few are strong enough to come over.”

Thane shook his head. “Who else is there?”

“Dead people.”

Of course. “What’s with you and dead people?”

“Not just any dead people,” she said. “The Undecided.”

The other side made Earth look like a family picnic. “What are they?”

“Souls who haven’t left Earth after their bodies failed. They are tied here by their own delusions or unfinished business.”

“Ghosts,” he summarized.

Her pace slowed as they approached an intersection. “They haven’t decided whether they want to go to the light or the dark. They aren’t corporeal anymore, but they can still influence the third dimension.” Now she sounded distracted as she stared straight ahead. “They are supposed to be off-limits to both the light and the dark. No interference in their decision.”

Thane heard sirens rise in a chorus ahead of him. Whispers flooded his mind. “You think Surt isn’t abiding by the whole noninterference thing?”

They approached the intersection together and turned the corner. The entire street was chaos. Cars were on fire, looters were throwing trash cans through store windows, and people were fighting each other in and out and over their cars.

“No, I don’t think he is,” Reya said, taking in the anarchy. “I think he’s using them to wreak havoc.”

Thane heard them then, the whispers. But this time, he could actually catch phrases and feel their influence.

“Take what is yours. Join us. Be powerful,” they said. Feelings of fear, anger, and anxiety flowed over him. From the scene playing out in front of them, he wasn’t the only one who felt it.

He told Reya. “I can make out the words now.”

She pursed her lips when he turned to look at her. Then someone threw a bottle at them and it shattered into pieces on the sidewalk. It was Hell on Earth.

* * *

Orson shook his head vehemently. “No. It’s forbidden.”

Reya said, “Well, we just spent the last hour battling through people who were acting like zombies. They were definitely being influenced by something or someone. Look at this, you think this happens for no reason?”

She pointed at the TV playing out the same chaotic scene all over the city. Law enforcement was overwhelmed. The mayor had just announced a temporary state of emergency with a curfew. All he had to do was figure out how to enforce it.

Thane sat on the couch, frowning. “The whispers are everywhere. And people are listening to them.”

Orson squinted at him. “How can he be sure?” he asked Reya.

“I’m right here.” Thane looked vaguely in his direction.

Reya eyed Thane. “When did you figure out Orson was here?”

“Just now,” he said, and then caught her eye. “There is someone else here with us, right?”

She debated lying just to mess with him, but decided against it. He was in a foul mood to begin with. “Yes.”

Then she turned to Orson. “Have you found Surt yet?”

“We believe he’s in the city somewhere,” Orson said. “It’s possible he’s taken tangible form.”

“Great, that’s great. He’s human,” Thane said and watched the flat screen.

Orson replied, “Correct, but we don’t know who or where yet. He’s working very, very hard to conceal himself.”

“And I wonder why,” Reya muttered. “If he’s using the Undecided, he has an army at his disposal. It’s probably keeping him busy. Anything on the burn victims?”

“I’m still working on that. There are a lot of them and they’ve just returned to the spirit world. I can’t access them yet,” Orson said, as he wrote it down in his notebook. He looked up at her. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more. I’m trying.”

“I know,” she said, feeling suddenly weary.

Then Orson disappeared.

“He’s gone,” she said to Thane.

“Does this mean I can hear all dead people?”

“Probably.”

“Can’t wait to see what comes next.” He took the paper out of his pocket and sat back down on the couch to study the drawings. Reya looked at the clock. It was 3 p.m.

“I thought you were going into work this afternoon,” she said.

He looked up. “I can’t.”

“You’ll lose your job,” she reminded him.

He nodded. “I know that.”

Then it struck her. For revenge, he would quit his job. Not for the safety of humanity. Not to save his own soul. One whiff of vengeance and he was locked and loaded. It reminded her just how far gone he really was. Was she too late? Could she make any difference even if she tried?

“So what do we do now?” she asked.

He stood up, shoved the paper in his pocket, and grabbed his jacket. “To see if my mother knows what these are.”

Chapter Ten

Millie was sitting in her chair facing the door as if waiting for them when they walked in. She smiled at Thane like she knew exactly who he was. “Hello, Thane. Hello, Reya.”

Thane gave Reya a quizzical look. “How are you feeling today, Mom?”

“Wonderful,” she said, glowing. “How are you?”

It was like night and day. He didn’t quite know what to say. First off, he wanted to know if she’d been sitting like this all day. “Fine. Did you know we were coming?”

“Yes,” she said. “They told me.”

Reya moved up next to him. “Who told you, Millie?”

“The voices,” she said. “They told me not to be afraid. They would protect me.”

Most people inherited balding or heart disease from their gene pool. Thane had inherited the power to hear the dead. He decided to test her. “Are the voices talking now?”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you hear them?”

“No,” he said carefully.

“Then they aren’t here.” She smiled. “But it’s begun.”

A chill ran through him. “What’s begun?”

“The battle for souls, of course.” She said it so seriously and so genuinely that he realized she wasn’t getting better. In fact, she was slipping deeper. Into where, he didn’t know.

“Did the voices tell you that, too?” Reya asked.

“Oh yes, and much more,” Millie replied.

“I wouldn’t believe everything they tell you,” Thane warned her. “They might not be working for God.”

Millie laughed and waved a hand dismissively at him. “I know the difference. I’ve been listening to them a lot longer than you have.”

And look where she was now. “Do they ever mention a man named Surt?”

She blinked in thought. “No.”

“You’ve never heard that name before?” Reya added.

“No. Should I know him?”

Relieved, Thane said, “No. And if he ever comes here, you call me right away.”

“He’s a dark one,” she said, as if understanding perfectly. “They’re the ones starting the battle, you know.”

“Why are they starting it?” Reya asked, kneeling in front of Millie. “What do they want?”

“They want what they came for almost thirty years ago,” she said. “They want the power.”

“What power?” Reya asked softly.

Millie blinked at her. “You know. You’ve seen it.”

Thane eyed Reya. Had she been holding out on him? What was he thinking? Of course she was holding out on him. God only knew what she knew and wasn’t giving up.

But Reya stayed very still and intent on Millie. “What does it look like?”

“Pointed at both ends,” Millie said. “Clear. Stone.”

“A crystal,” Reya said.

Millie smiled.

In all his life, he’d never once heard his mother mention a crystal. “And what can this crystal do?”

“I don’t know,” Millie said, looking up at him. “That’s your job to find out.”

Reya glanced over her shoulder at him. There was genuine confusion in her eyes. Then she unfolded the drawings and showed them to Millie. “Do you know what these are?”

Millie inhaled sharply. “Oh my.”

Thane knelt down next to Reya to get closer and whispered, “What is it?”

She pressed her fingers to her lips as she stared at the paper. “This top one. I know this.”

Thane leaned closer. “It has something to do with the Earth’s energy grid.” He couldn’t believe he’d said that with a straight face.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve seen this.” Then she looked him in the eye. “You have, too.”

His pulled back and shook his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“It was thirty years ago, Thane,” she said, her voice barely audible. “You saw it once. And then it was buried forever.”

Jesus, she picked a great time to lose her grip on reality. “I don’t remember.”

“You have to, because I can’t tell you,” she said, and glanced up at the open door with a frown. Thane looked over and saw shadows moving outside the door. Where they good shadows or bad shadows?

Millie pulled him close and whispered, “You already know.”

* * *

“Is she going to be safe?” Thane asked the minute they left the building.

“She’s well protected,” Reya said. “Those were angels. She has some powerful allies.”

That was good to know. “I saw them.”

Reya nodded. “Welcome to my world.”

He wasn’t so sure he wanted to get into her world any more than he already was. “I have no idea what my mother is talking about.” It was dark, past the newly mandated curfew, and the moon was hazy behind a wispy layer of clouds.

“She seemed pretty adamant that you do,” Reya said. “It must be something the two of you knew about. She didn’t want to say it out loud.”

The night was colder than usual, colder than summer should be. He pulled his jacket around his neck. “I think she’s confused.”

“Let’s say she isn’t,” Reya pressed. “What happened thirty years ago?”

“My father was killed by Surt,” he offered. They passed boarded up and burned out shops. Trash was piling up on the sidewalks and blowing around on the streets. His city was a mess.

She breezed over the whole Surt as murderer part and asked, “Did you see that symbol when you were under hypnosis?”

“No,” he said. “I remembered everything, the color of the floor, the smell of sawdust, the feel of my jeans. I would have remembered seeing a symbol.”

They turned into the park. It was a shortcut to his place, and he knew it well. Tonight it was eerily empty. Leaves scurried by as the wind picked up.

“So maybe it was later,” Reya said. “What happened after that night?”

“We buried my father,” Thane said, and then stopped dead as a terrible thought surfaced. “No.”

Reya turned to face him. “What do you remember?”

A faint memory surfaced reluctantly. It was one he didn’t want to recall and had shoved deep into his subconscious. It was almost within his grasp, but he couldn’t quite grab it before it drifted away.

“It was something about the funeral,” he told her. “I just can’t—”

“Do we need another hypnosis session?”

That was last thing he wanted. “I’m sure you’d enjoy that.”

She smiled. “Only a little.”

He bet. The moon caught her smile and illuminated it. There was an angelic glow around her, like a halo. Just another reminder that she was off-limits on a whole different level. It was too bad, really. Despite everything, he was starting to like having her close. He began walking again. “I have a much better idea.”

“Can we do it tonight?”

“No, tomorrow,” he said. “Tonight you’re buying me dinner.”

She huffed. “I knew there was a reason you agreed to work with me.”

His turn to grin. “Free cab rides and food? You’re my best friend.”

* * *

Reya hated funeral homes, and it wasn’t because of the newly deceased. She dealt with dead people all the time. It wasn’t the long line of sad faces and sniffling relatives standing between her and the answers she needed. They were here for another reason. It wasn’t even the bad decor. It was the revoltingly overwhelming smell of flowers. It was enough to wake the dead. Maybe that was why they called it a wake.

That made her laugh out loud. Thane gave her a stern look and turned back to the funeral director, who was short and balding and wearing a crisp dark suit and tie. He was apologizing. “I’m sorry, but our last funeral director, Mr. Houghs, retired several years ago. He moved to Florida.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” she muttered and ignored Thane’s glare.

“Do you know where he can be reached?” Thane asked.

“I’m sorry, I don’t,” he said, looking a little uncomfortable about the whole topic. “I’m not sure there’s anything I can help you with.”

Thane persisted. “Do you still have the records of my father’s funeral?”

Reya eyed him. He was good.

“Yes, we probably do. We didn’t have computers back then,” he explained. “So we keep all our old records in storage. Can you give me a few minutes?”

“Certainly,” Thane said. The man disappeared through a doorway.

“More dead people,” she said with a sigh.

“Seems like your kind of place,” he said.

Reya smirked. “Yours, too.”

His expression tightened. “You’ve been at it longer than I have.”

They watched mourners file by, looking more bored than grief-stricken. Funerals were for the living. All that was here was the shell. The soul, the most important part, was already gone.

Thane leaned in. “I’m not hearing anything…unusual. Is the deceased here?”

“You think I have some kind of death radar?” she asked aloud. A few people glanced her way.

He cleared his throat and gave them a nod. “I’m never bringing you to a wake again.”

“Thank God for that,” she said.

Then the director showed up with a file. “Sorry, I had to make copies. These are yours to keep.”

Thane took them and shook the man’s hand. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Reya waved halfheartedly and made a dash for the door. Thane caught up with her outside. “In a hurry to get out?”

“I need some fresh air,” she said. “I have a crushing flower arrangement headache.”

“I still don’t get how you can have human responses, and yet make yourself thin as air,” he said as he looked through the file.

“It’s a gift,” she said. “At least that’s what they keep telling me. I’m beginning to not believe them. Really, if they wanted to give me a gift, I can think of a lot better things. Like balls of fire on demand or sonic sneezes or something useful.”

Then she realized that Thane wasn’t next to her. She turned around to find him standing and staring at something in the file. Reya walked back to him and peered over the edge of the file. It was a picture of a casket. And the symbol from their photo was painted in gold across the end of it.

“Is that your father’s casket?” she asked.

His voice was tense and his face drawn. “Yes.”

She hated to push him but this was important. “Was the symbol part of the package?”

“No. Special request.”

She was following the line of thought and wasn’t liking where it was heading. “By who?”

“My mother,” he said, then slapped the file closed and looked at her. “We are not exhuming my father.”

It wasn’t what she wanted to do either, but that’s where the clues led.

“It’s in there, you know it is,” she said slowly.

He walked past her. “No.”

She stepped alongside him. “If we don’t get it, we can’t stop the attacks.”

“No,” he said again, more firmly this time.

“And we’ll never get to Surt,” she said. “Because I can guarantee that is the ‘something’ he wants.”

His pace slowed just enough for her to know she was making sense. She latched on to his thirst for revenge for all it was worth. “And we won’t have any ammo against him. No way to find him—”

“Stop right there,” he said sounding defeated, and she knew she had him. “Can this get any worse?”

She wanted to tell him it wouldn’t but that would be lying. At least he wouldn’t be alone. “You shovel. I’ll open the casket.”

Chapter Eleven

They appear to be following clues,” Maurice said to Surt.

“Let them,” he replied, reading the texts from his smartphone. Everything was going as planned. He had the Undecideds in the palm of his hand, spreading darkness and holding the portal between worlds open for him. The city was being squeezed, block by block. Fear was beginning to shift the balance. He just needed more time.

“But if they get the crystal, they will have the power to control the grid,” Maurice added.

“They don’t know what it’s for,” he said. “They don’t know how to use it or where to use it.”

“We don’t either.”

“We will.”

Maurice persisted. “It’s a risk.”

Surt looked up at him then. He was a nosy man. “It’s my risk, not yours.”

“But you promised all of us success,” he pointed out.

And a pain in the ass. “I will deliver on that promise. Just do your job.”

“What is my job?”

Surt put down his smartphone and leaned back in the chair. “Watch them. Let them find the crystal. Then take the crystal from them and bring it to me.”

“What if they won’t give it up voluntarily?” Maurice asked.

“Then take it by force,” Surt said tersely. “Just don’t kill them. I still need the map. And Driscoll.”

“You think they will know enough to look for a map?”

Maurice was smart but not that smart. Surt already had a master plan. He was only feeding Maurice enough of it to keep him interested. “They will. Trust me. Now get out there and find more people to burn.”

* * *

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m digging up my father,” Thane grumbled as he threw another shovel full of dirt to the side. A tiny lantern lit the patch of ground in front of his father’s grave.

They had dug only three feet after shoveling for the past few hours. According to New York City regulations, the minimum depth to the top of the coffin was three feet. He really hoped it wasn’t much farther down. It was already 4 a.m. and, although they were under the cover of dark, he wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

“Please, you’ve done worse,” Reya said and drove her shovel into the dirt. “What about the evidence you planted in the Grimaldi case?”

He tossed dirt aside. “He was guilty.”

“Maybe so, but that’s not really your call,” she said.

Thane stopped shoveling to glare at her. “Hey, if you guys did your fucking job, I wouldn’t have to get rid of these bastards.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s not what I meant. He was just doing his job. His contract.”

Sometimes she made no sense at all. “What are you talking about?”

She leaned on her shovel. “Soul contract. It’s what you agree to do before you come here. You and your group decide together what role each soul is going play, and what each will gain this time around.”

Just when he thought this entire scenario couldn’t get much crazier. He shook his head at her. “Are you serious?”

She rolled her eyes and went back to shoveling. “You think I could make this shit up?”

No, he didn’t. No one could make this shit up. He started digging again.

“I’m thinking I like it a lot more down here,” he told her. “Fine, he was playing a role. He was still wrong. Are you telling me that every murderer, molester, rapist, and abuser made a contract to do those things?”

“Maybe. Sometimes they just get carried away. It’s a lot of fun being bad,” she said.

“What about pure unadulterated evil?” he persisted. “And don’t tell me that doesn’t exist. I’ve seen it firsthand.”

“There is that,” she agreed.

“So how do you know I wasn’t doing my civic duty by getting rid of them?” he pressed.

“I know,” she said sharply. “It doesn’t hurt them. It hurts you.”

Whatever. Maybe she was right about that whole contract thing, but he had done society a favor and he was never, ever going to be sorry for that.

He hit something solid, and his heart sank. Reality returned. This reality, not some obtuse alternate universe where everyone was blobs of light floating around. This was real.

Neither one of them said anything as they continued to dig around the casket to the edges. Time ticked by, and with every shovel of earth, Thane recalled that fateful night in vivid detail. He tried to see it objectively like a cop should—all the pieces, every nuance, anything that would help him. He wondered about his mother and what she remembered. How she saw the scene unfold. He should ask her, but he knew it would be painful for her, if she remembered at all.

“You can get out now,” Reya told him, tossing her shovel on the ground.

He realized the top of the white casket was cleared off enough to open it. “Are you sure about this?” His voice sounded raw and rough.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “If there was any other way, I wouldn’t do it.”

He believed her. “Get it over with.”

Reya stepped up in front of him and took his hands. Hers were strong. “I’m serious. Just because I make jokes doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

He looked into her eyes. They were sincere and beautiful and shone silver in the night. “I thought I was cynical.”

She smiled and released his hands. “Comes with the territory. I’m going to open the coffin. You hold the top so I can get inside.”

He climbed out of the hole and lay facedown on the ground, half hanging over the edge. He forced his mind to focus on the surroundings, and the din of whispers from the dead in the graveyard who hadn’t moved on yet. As insane as that sounded, it was better than the alternative.

Reya heaved the cover open and the remaining dirt slid down the smooth top. He grabbed the edge of the cover she lifted and turned his head to the side. He couldn’t handle seeing his father’s body. Every part of him reacted in revulsion, and it took every ounce of inner strength to just be.

Reya leaned in and searched the contents quickly. After a few moments, she said, “Nothing in the casket or in his clothing. It has to be here.”

Shit, had he just exhumed his father for no good reason? He was definitely going to Hell. Then he heard her bump the top of the casket.

“Wait, there’s something sown in the liner on the top. The stitches are coming apart.”

There was a rustling, some more thumping, and the sound of fabric ripping. Suddenly, Reya sat up holding something clear, about six inches long and an inch thick.

“Is that it?” he asked, surprised by the tightness in his throat.

She nodded her head as she turned it in her hand. “Just like your mother said. A crystal.” Then she climbed out of the hole. “The first clue was the grid. The second is the crystal.”

“So what’s the third?” Thane asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. Something that links them together?”

Sounded good, but he really wasn’t in the mood to figure it out right now. “We’re done here,” he said, and shoved the cover shut. He stood up and brushed dirt from his clothes. How had his life come to this?

Reya brought the crystal over to the lamp. As soon as the light hit it, it reflected into a thousand white beams.

“Don’t do that,” he said, automatically putting his hand over it. He scanned their surroundings. “Someone will see it.”

She tucked the crystal into her pocket, dowsing the light. “It’s not a normal crystal. I need to show it to Orson.”

He was feeling miserable. “Fine. First, you’re going to help me move all this dirt back.”

“He’s okay,” Reya said suddenly.

Thane looked at her standing two feet away from him. There was compassion and a strange kind of wisdom in her eyes. She had all the answers. He had none.

“Who?”

“Your dad,” she said. “He is happy and waiting for you on the other side. He’ll be there when you cross over.”

Thane closed his eyes at the thought that she might be right. To see his father again, to talk to him, to hug him. It was more than he could hope for. And if he wasn’t so disgusted with himself at the moment, he might ask her for details. She would give them to him, he could tell. He just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Instead, he picked up his shovel and drove it into the pile of dirt. Had his father fulfilled a contract, too? His mother? Then what was the point of all of this? Did everyone just come here to play a part? Was it all some kind of sick game? What kind of universe was this?

Wordlessly, Reya moved to the other side and began tossing soil into the hole. They worked for another hour in silence, each lost in their own, very different thoughts.

They were nearly done when the wind whipped up abruptly, kicking up loose dirt and swirling it around the grave. Then a thousand screams pierced the air. Thane swung his shovel up as the hellraiders tore by both him and Reya. She had her staff out, spinning it and shredding the demons to pieces.

Burning bits spun and glowed in the freakish gale. Thane was swinging his shovel at anything that came within reach. A chorus of shrieks accompanied the death count. And then a blast of hot air hit him, knocking him from his feet.

The blast left his ears ringing, but he held onto consciousness with sheer will. He hit the dirt, rolled, and came up with his gun ready to find Reya standing between him and a giant gargoyle-like monster. His skin was black and greasy. He had four muscled legs, a wide chest, and a large head. Two red eyes shone, separated by a single, deadly looking horn. It was like something out of a bad alien movie.

“Reeeeyyyyaaaa,” the beast said with a long hiss.

“Maurice,” Reya replied, standing her ground. “Go back to Hell where you belong.”

Thane blinked. How was she on a first-name basis with this thing? Whatever it was, it didn’t look friendly. He aimed his firearm and emptied it into Maurice’s head. The bullets passed clean through.

Shit. He holstered the useless gun. This was going to get ugly.

Something like a laugh rumbled through the monster’s chest as he looked at Thane. Then Maurice took a step toward Reya, crushing a solid granite tombstone to powder under his massive, clawed foot. The grass beneath him turned to ashes in seconds. Steam rose from the ground. Headstones became red-hot pokers jutting from the earth. “You have sssssomething I waaant.”

Thane shielded his face from the searing heat emanating from the creature. When his jacket sleeve started to smoke, but he was surprised to see that his skin underneath was fine. What was happening to him?

“You can’t have him,” he heard Reya yell, and felt a brief moment of wonder.

“I don’t waaaaant himmmmm,” Maurice replied, moving another step closer, within ten feet of Reya. She seemed totally unaffected, but Thane could feel his jacket smoldering.

Reya held the staff in front of her. “Don’t suppose you are here for me?”

Maurice lowered his head. “No.”

“Dead guy in the casket?”

The giant head pivoted back and forth unnaturally fast for something so large. “Lassssst chanccccce.”

The crystal. That’s what he wanted, Thane realized. He stepped out from behind Reya. “Don’t give it to him.”

“I won’t,” Reya yelled back. “Get down!”

Then the beast unleashed a furnace blast from his mouth. Thane ducked behind a statue and felt his jacket catch on fire. He pulled it off and stomped on it to put out the flames. Then he leapt from behind the stone to face a demon.

Except they were gone, racing across the cemetery. Reya was in front with the beast right behind her. Thane grabbed a shovel and took off after them, following the trail of seared earth and toppled headstones. All the while, he kept trying to figure out how he was going to help stop something that was obviously from the dark side.

Now would be an opportune time for these so-called legacy powers to kick in. He skidded to a stop at the caretaker’s building—an old stone structure two stories tall. Reya was positioned on the roof—monster high. She was holding the staff straight up over her head, and it was glowing white, lighting up the entire grounds.

So much for keeping the lights down. Someone would call law enforcement in. Would they see what he saw? Or would he be standing here alone and singed within an inch of his life?

Maurice rose on his hind legs, claws flexing on his front arms. “Give me the cryssssstal, and you can live.”

Reya’s staff glowed brighter, and the wind kicked up again. Dawn was crushed under a roiling black and choppy sky. Lightning flickered through the dark clouds, and thunder rumbled menacingly.

Reya yelled, “I don’t think so.”

Maurice opened his mouth and shot flames directly at her. They seemed to go right through her. Lightning tracked from the heavens, struck a tree right behind the building, and blew it to shards.

“I’m stronger than you think,” she said. “Tell Surt he’ll have to do better than you.”

Surt? Did this animal work for Surt? That would explain how she knew its name. They were going to have a little talk after they sent Maurice back to Hell.

Thane looked down and noticed his shovel was glowing white, the same as Reya’s staff. It didn’t feel any different, but it meant something.

By instinct, he wielded it by the handle and threw it will all his might at Maurice. It flew like a javelin and struck the monster, half of it disappearing into his back. Maurice wailed in pain and spun around in a heartbeat.

The claw came at him so fast, Thane barely had time to move. It struck him in the shoulder, sending him flying. He landed against an obelisk tombstone.

Maurice took a step toward him and then stopped. Thane didn’t know why until he heard singing. Like a choir singing. It took him a moment to realize that it was coming from Reya’s staff.

Maurice stood straight up, his shape changing, growing taller and even more massive. The black shape blocked out a huge part of the stormy sky. When he was done growing, he towered five stories over Reya.

“Hand it over. I don’t want to killlll you,” he said.

The staff was beginning to vibrate so loudly that Thane could see Reya’s entire body shaking under the pressure. The air became so heavy and thick that he could barely draw a breath.

“That’s too bad,” she said. “Because I do want to kill you.”

Maurice grabbed for her, and she leapt from the building, landing on the ground between his massive legs. She drove the glowing staff into the earth and held on. Lightning bolted from the sky, going right through the center of Maurice and striking the staff.

Reya was thrown back against the building as Maurice shuddered and then buckled. A shockwave spread out from around the staff, and his black body disintegrated into a mountain of ash.

A second later, the sky was clear, and the wind died. Dust settled as sunrise broke to silence. The only remnants of the battle were a trembling staff, a mound of gray otherworldly creature, and a destroyed graveyard.

Thane got to his feet, made sure nothing was broken, and walked over to help Reya up. “It occurs to me that the dark side is not as secure as it should be.”

Reya frowned, looking amazing as ever and none the worse for wear. “It occurred to me, too.”

Sirens filled the air, and Thane could already see the blue flashing lights through the trees. Reya pulled the staff from the earth. She walked past him looking really pissed off. “We need to get out of here.”

He took one last look around and ran with her across the cemetery toward their rental car.

* * *

“It has to be connected to the grid,” she said when they were safely in the car and a few blocks from the cemetery. She held the crystal in her hands and felt its energy pulse through her. It was powerful, unnaturally powerful. And it was the reason she was able to defeat Maurice.

When she took this job, she’d been told she had the power to defeat the darkness, and yet, she’d never be able to do it without the staff she’d brought over from the dark side. And tonight, she wouldn’t have been able to defeat Maurice with even that. The crystal was the extra power she’d needed. She’d felt it come alive and fill her with an immense strength.

“Are you okay?” Thane asked.

She eyed him, surprised by his obvious concern. “Fine, thank you.”

She held the crystal up to the sunlight, and Thane quickly pushed it back down. “Are you crazy? You want Maurice’s brother to show up?”

He was taking all this quite well. “Maurice was from the other side. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have been able to cross over.”

“No shit,” Thane said, taking a corner far too fast and coming face-to-face with a military tank parked in the center of the street. He ground the car to a stop as an armed soldier approached. Thane showed him his badge, and they were waved on.

He waited until the tank was out of view before talking again. “He works for Surt, I take it.”

“Yes, secondhand minion.”

Thane said, “They’re watching us. Following us. It’s the only way they could know where we were.”

That had dawned on her as well. “They waited until we got the crystal. That’s why they wanted you. They knew somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew where to find it.”

He nodded, his expression grim. “They’ll still watch us then.”

Reya felt a twinge of disappointment and told him what he wanted to hear. “As long as we have the crystal, you’ll get your shot at Surt.”

His expression didn’t change, but she saw his soul flash red. He asked, “So what’s it for?”

She blew out a long breath. “I have no idea. But one thing is for sure, Surt sent his most powerful guy to get it.”

Thane cut her a glance. “Speaking of which, nice trick with the staff.”

She wanted to tell him it was the power of crystal, but thought better of it. Besides, it’d keep him on his toes around her. “Nice trick with shovel.”

He blinked then. “I don’t know how that happened. I just went with it.”

His powers were manifesting. Just in time, too. “There are others like Maurice.”

“Like how many? One or two?”

She winced. If only. “Hundreds. Thousands. The bigger question is how are dark beings getting through?”

“I don’t understand,” Thane said with a frown. “Where are they coming from?”

Reya sighed. She just needed to stop talking around him. That would save her so much trouble. “These guys are from a fourth dimension but not one you’d recognize. It’s dark, a wasteland created and fueled by negative forces. Maurice and hellraiders are fourth dimensional beings materializing in this dimension temporarily.”

“So that’s harder to do?” Thane guessed. He pulled the car into a parking space in front of his apartment and killed the engine.

She nodded. “Jumping dimensions is difficult. Going from a higher dimension to a lower dimension means lowering your energy frequency. Only certain souls have that kind of power. Otherwise, it can rip you apart.”

He hung his head. “Jesus. Who the fuck designed this?”

She didn’t tell him that this was only a small part of the whole scheme. It was so complicated that only in true soul form could anyone grasp it. Even then, no soul could fully see it all.

“If Maurice came over from the fourth dimension,” Thane said, “that means he ascended there. And if he’s working for Surt, then Surt ascended already, too.”

She eyed him. For a mere mortal, he was quick.

“Did you ascend to a dark fourth dimension?” he asked.

For example, she should have seen that coming. “Yes.”

“With Surt?”

“Yes.”

He turned to her. “And yet you came back to the third dimension. That must have been hard. You must have really wanted out.”

She met his gaze. “Yes.”

“Was it really that bad?”

Reya blinked a few times. “Worse than anything you can imagine.”

“I don’t know, I’ve seen a lot,” he countered.

How was she going to convince him? “You’ll just have to trust me on it.”

For a long time, they looked at each other. His soul color wavered into the green and blue range, and she saw his acceptance and empathy rising. It gave her hope, but at the same time was she saving him, or hurting him with this information and interfering with his growth? Either way, she liked it better when she didn’t give a damn about the souls she met. This was different. She cared. And caring was a diversion she couldn’t afford to have. Especially not with a man who had a destiny like his. There was no room for her in his life.

“You could have told me this sooner,” he said.

Oh, right. “Would you have believed me two days ago?”

His lips thinned. “Probably not.”

“There you go,” she said. “As it is, I’m going to get in deep shit for sharing as much as I have already.”

His hands rested on the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. “I know. I appreciate it.”

Because it’s the only way I’ll be able to exact my revenge, Reya finished his thoughts silently. Was she helping to bury him forever? Normally, she could see clearly how events acted out of anger affected someone’s karmic journey. But she was too close to him, and that worried her.

He nodded finally, and then looked up at his apartment. “We can’t stay here any longer, can we?”

He understood. She shouldn’t feel guilty about it, but she did. “They’ll be waiting for us.”

Thane started the car. “So where are we going to go where they can’t find us?”

She smiled. “Where else? A church.”

Chapter Twelve

The priest showed them into the church basement. Dawn was just breaking, and Thane was feeling the toll of the all-nighter. He didn’t know how Reya had convinced the priest to let them in and let them hide out here. They were both singed and dirty. His shirt was burned in a few spots, but strangely, his skin underneath was fine.

“We have some mattresses down here,” the priest said, moving silently ahead. “Mostly for the homeless in the wintertime when it gets cold. They don’t like to come in during the summer months. There are clean used clothes in the cupboards.”

He turned on the fluorescent lights. The basement was long and narrow, lined with folded tables and chairs. The floors and walls were smooth stone. Crosses and religious paintings hung in random locations. It felt chilly and damp.

“You’ll find a restroom in the corner with a shower,” he said, taking them to the back. “We have a fully stocked kitchen, and there should be food in the refrigerator and pantry. I’m sorry, but we can’t turn on the heat. It’s been turned off for the season. It’ll get cold. Blankets and pillows are in the closet to your right.”

Reya asked, “How long can we stay?”

He turned to her. “We host bingo down here every Tuesday night. There are a few church meetings, but I can move those upstairs. Other than that, you can stay as long as you need.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

He nodded and handed her a Bible. “Just in case.”

Reya took it, and the priest headed upstairs.

“Okay, what did you tell him?” Thane asked as soon as the upstairs door closed. He grabbed a full-size mattress leaning against the wall and dragged it across the floor. It was old, but it would do. Right now, he could sleep on a bed of nails.

“You know how it works,” she said.

Thane put his hands on his hips. “That flies with cabbies and pizza delivery guys, but this is a priest. And we are crashing in a church. That doesn’t happen every day. Why isn’t he asking a million questions?”

Reya grabbed two pillows out of the closet and tossed them to him. “He knows what I am.”

Thane threw the pillows on the mattress. “Good, then tell me, because I’m still trying to figure it out.”

She walked over and handed him one of the two blankets she was carrying. “After all we’ve been through, you think I’m playing both sides?”

He considered that when she knew Maurice’s name. But Maurice wasn’t messing around. He really was trying to kill her. “No. I’m just not sure how far over on this side you really are.”

“I could say the same to you,” she said.

She had a point. Right now, he was too exhausted to argue. “We’re safe here?”

“For now. At least we’ll be able to get some sleep.”

“Where’s the crystal?”

“In my pocket. They’ll have to take it off my cold, dead body.” Reya lay down on the mattress and pulled the blanket over her. He briefly considered taking a shower, but was afraid he’d fall asleep in there. So he sat on the bed, removed his shoes, discarded his ruined T-shirt, and slid over right next to her. The body heat felt good and real. Although “real” was becoming harder to figure out.

“Get your own bed,” she said, grumpily.

“I’m not freezing to death for you or anyone.” That was his story and he was sticking to it.

She looked at him over the edge of the blanket, her eyes heavy—sexy—but alert. “Remember, this is a church.”

He lay on his back and threw an arm over his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen you and lightning in action. Not tempting God.”

For someone who didn’t want him in bed with her, she pressed her back closer to his side. It was the best feeling he’d had all day. For a few minutes he thought about going to sleep, but his body was suddenly very attentive. Time ticked by slowly, and his left side was getting nice and toasty. So he rolled over on his side, laid his arm over her, and spooned her back. She relaxed into him instantly. The subtle move was enough to boost his energy level significantly.

Her body was real enough, soft yet strong. He nuzzled his face in her long hair. It smelled good, even with little bits of ash in it. The slow burn of awareness took a giant leap. He slid his hand up a little, finding the smooth skin of her bare arm. Knowing he was pushing his luck, he traced it with his fingertips. Smooth, warm, and soft. He was considering where to go next when he heard her even breathing and realized she was out cold.

He let out a long exhale. It might be worth tempting God after all.

* * *

Darcy sat in Surt’s best chair and gloated. Maurice had failed. Worse, he’d been sent back to the soul world. Served him and Surt right. Now Thane and Reya had dropped off their radar completely with the coveted crystal. It was almost more glorious than Darcy could stand.

She checked her nails. “So you want to apologize now or later?”

Surt turned from the window and glared at her. “Neither. This isn’t some kind of game, Darcy. We need that crystal.”

She shrugged. “Do you know how to use it?”

He frowned. “We know it’s linked to the grid—”

“But you don’t know how to use it,” she pressed and lifted her gaze to him. “Do you?”

He glared at her. “Driscoll knows. We’ll get the information out of him.”

“Does he?” she asked. “Because I don’t think he knows yet. No amount of coercion is going to change that.”

Surt didn’t say anything. He knew she was right. She was smarter than he was, although those words would never leave her lips. For now, she was just someone he used, which was fine. She had all of eternity to claim her territory. This city would be a good start.

“Do you have a better idea?” Surt asked.

She stood up and walked over to him. He was very handsome—tall, broad, brown hair, blue eyes. A wonderful human vessel. She ran a finger down his shirt. “Why bother if they can figure it out for you?”

He grabbed her fingers and pulled them away. “Because then they control the power.”

“Not if you play your cards right.” Darcy slipped her fingers under his shirt. “Why don’t you give me another chance?”

“You already failed once,” he pointed out.

“I have a better plan this time,” she said. Much better. Perfect, in fact. “I know his weakness.”

Surt reached around and gripped her by the back of the neck hard enough to make her gasp. He brought her face within an inch of his. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

* * *

Orson handled the crystal wand for a long time, murmuring the word “perfect” over and over while Reya paced the basement floor in front of him. She felt much better and clearer after six hours sleep and a quick cool shower. Waking up next to Thane had sent her body from zero to sixty in ten seconds flat.

She hadn’t woken up with a man since becoming a Redeemer. Not that anyone would care, but she’d been so focused on chasing down bad guys that she hadn’t had time. Besides, sex was overrated most of the time.

Thane walked out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry. He’d found a clean shirt that fit him, but his jeans were a little beat up. In fact, he should have been beat up, too, but his body was flawless. She knew, she’d looked.

And if she hadn’t been so exhausted when they got here, she might have actually done something about it. She hadn’t wanted to tell Thane but dispatching Maurice had taken every bit of her energy. She barely made it to the bed.

Now, however, was a different story.

“So what’s the verdict?” Thane said, breaking the silence.

Orson peered over his glasses. “It’s a crystal.”

Thane looked at her. “The man’s a genius.”

She ignored him. “It’s not just a crystal. I felt its power. It’s an energy source.”

“What power?” Thane asked.

“How do you think I brought down Maurice?” she said. “My charming disposition?”

The corner of Thane’s mouth curled. “It must have a lot of power.”

She wrinkled her nose at him and turned to Orson. “What is it?”

“It’s perfection,” he said vaguely.

“Cut the crap, Orson. What is it for?”

She could tell Orson was displeased with her attitude, but screw it. She was getting tired of demons trying to kill her.

“It is a key to the grid,” he finally said.

Holy shit. She hadn’t seen that coming. “You’re sure?”

He nodded and handed the crystal back to her. “With that much power and perfection. It has to be.”

She took the crystal with a whole new respect. No wonder Surt was interested in it. The warmth of the rock hummed in her hands. She shouldn’t even be handling it. She wasn’t a grid worker. She didn’t have that kind of training.

“Wait,” Thane said and leaned back against a table. “That one thing could move humanity into the next dimension? And Surt would lose the controlling powers that he has now?”

Orson looked surprised. “That’s right.”

“But there are more keys to the grid,” Reya said and slipped the crystal into her pocket carefully.

“Thousands,” Orson added. “We don’t know where they all are though. And we don’t know which keys activate which parts of the grid.”

Thane threw the towel over his shoulder and crossed his arms. “Then what good are they?”

“When the time is right,” Orson explained, “the Gridworkers will place the crystal keys and activate their assigned sections of the grid.”

“Gridworkers,” Thane repeated.

“The builders, supporters, and protectors of the energy grid,” Orson said.

“Why can’t you tell them to do it now?” Thane asked.

Orson eyed Reya before replying. “Humanity is not ready yet.”

“Jesus Christ,” Thane said and threw the towel across the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and pointed to the front door. “Have you not seen the suffering out there? Where the fuck is your compassion?”

Reya walked over to him and put her hands on his arms to calm him down. “I know it doesn’t seem like things are changing—”

“That’s because they aren’t,” he snapped, anger and heat radiating off him.

She held his biceps tighter and felt the strength and tension. “It will happen. It’s just a matter of time.”

His gaze settled on hers, and in his eyes, she saw the frustration and struggle for justice. He cared about people. He did. He was just so wrapped up in this world that he couldn’t believe there was anything else.

“It better,” he finally said.

She released him. “I need you to focus. We need your investigative skills.”

Thane ran a hand through his damp hair and took a deep breath. “Are the crystals located anywhere near where their point of activation is?”

Reya deferred to Orson. He shrugged. “Generally speaking, yes. But it could have traveled out of its range. Only the Gridworker for this particular crystal would know for sure.”

“As far as I know, my dad didn’t travel much. It has to be for this section of the grid.” Then Thane frowned. “Was my father a Gridworker?”

“Perhaps,” Orson said. “If he was, then he’d have been replaced.”

Thane looked at Reya with disgust. He hated the idea of his father being replaced. Orson was not getting points for sensitivity.

She asked, “Where is the Gridworker for this crystal, Orson?”

“I don’t know.” And then he raised a hand. “And don’t ask me to find out. People don’t know they are Gridworkers until they are awakened to their role. We can’t interfere with that.”

Thane swore. “Of course not. Wouldn’t want to stop all the human suffering.”

Reya winced at the black that flushed over his soul. Orson was sure to see that as well. “So if the time hasn’t come to wake the Gridworkers, then how did Thane’s father have the crystal already?”

Orson glanced at Thane. “I believe it may have something to do with protecting the legacy.”

Thane froze, and the air turned cool. “Are you telling me that my father was murdered because I’m a legacy?”

Reya closed her eyes for a moment. Bad move, Orson.

“I’m sorry, I’m not cleared for that,” Orson said.

“Then get fucking cleared,” Thane growled and stormed into the kitchen. He slammed the door behind him.

“Nice going, Orson.”

“I was only saying the truth,” he told her.

“Sometimes the truth hurts. He’s been through a lot.”

“That is very observant of you,” he said.

She didn’t want points for being human. “You should probably leave before he returns.”

Orson stood up and looked at Reya in deep concern. “It is imperative that you keep the crystal in your possession at all times. Just you.”

She wanted him to be wrong. She wanted to be able to trust Thane, but she knew how much he was struggling with all this. It would be too much of a temptation. “I kind of figured that out for myself, thanks.”

* * *

“I don’t understand why you guys can’t talk to the ghosts? Convince them to be good little dead citizens,” Thane said, surveying the looting damage as they walked to an antique store owned by a man Reya thought could help them. A little bell tinkled as they entered the store, which was still intact. A strong rolling security gate across the storefront had been too much for the looters to penetrate.

“Hello?” Reya called.

“Be right with you,” a man replied from the back room.

Thane said, “Surt’s using them. Why can’t you?”

“Because that would be against the laws of the Universe,” she said, her voice low. Reya wandered through the collectibles in the shop. She looked strangely comfortable here among artifacts and history. He found it hard to believe she was an old soul. She was smart, fearless, nearly immortal, and smoking hot. And he had far too much energy to burn at the moment.

“They’re your laws, change them,” he said.

She leaned forward to peer at a ceramic statue. “It doesn’t work that way. There is order to everything, a cosmic equilibrium. It would disrupt the balance.”

That was bullshit because he hadn’t seen any balance so far. There was no amount of justice for the deaths of innocent people. “I’d guess the balance was shot to hell the minute Surt and Maurice hopped dimensions.”

The way she ignored him, he knew he was right. Or maybe he was just seeing it that way. He wasn’t used to sleeping with a woman and not having sex with her. It was doing bad things to his whole equilibrium.

“Karma isn’t punishment like most people think,” she said.

He found himself concentrating on her lips. Damn, he really needed sleep. When she focused on him, he felt his body react.

“It’s simply the balancing of positive and negative energies,” she said with a smile. “Equilibrium.”

If she was reading his mind, she’d know he was not thinking about karma at the moment. And the longer she looked at him, the more out of balance his equilibrium was getting. He knew of only one way to get it back.

“You are responsible for what you create—positive or negative,” she said. “Everything you do affects your karmic balance.”

“Equilibrium,” he repeated, completely missing that last part. He was about to ask her how her equilibrium was and if she needed any help balancing it when the owner finally appeared from behind a curtain. He was slight, short, and a little hunched over, like he spent a lot of time working. His glasses were thick and smudged. Wispy brown hair covered his head in a bad comb-over. Reya claimed he was some kind of sacred geometry genius, whatever that meant.

It was becoming clear that Reya knew a lot of interesting people. People who seemed to trust her instantly and without question for the brief amount of time she interacted with them. Was he the only one who saw through that?

“Sorry to keep you waiting. It’s been a hectic couple of days,” he said, shaking their hands. He said to Thane, “I’m Stewart Fulton. What can I do for you?”

Reya handed him the paper and pointed at the third symbol. “We need an expert opinion on this. Anything. Source, language, symbology, whatever you can give us.”

He nodded, immediately lost in concentration, and motioned for them to follow him. They walked through the curtained doorway into a disheveled workshop. Junk teetered in heaps on rows of two-by-four tables. Pieces and parts of antiquity hung from pegboard along the walls. Stewart sat on a creaky metal stool and turned on a bright desk light. He peered at the drawing through his dirty glasses. “Very unusual.”

“Have you seen this before?” Thane asked.

“No, but let me work on it a little,” he said and pulled over his laptop. He clicked an icon on the desktop and opened a CAD program. After it loaded, he opened a new file and started entering the symbol into the computer.

“You want a cup of coffee?” he asked, never taking his eyes off the screen. “Just brewed a fresh pot in the back. Help yourselves.”

Thane and Reya found the coffee and poured two cups. Thane glanced at the man through the open doorway. “You sure about this guy?”

She nodded. “He’s one of us. He’s a caretaker of knowledge like Chu.”

That explained why he wasn’t surprised by the weird request. “Does he know that?”

“No,” she said and smiled. “He won’t even remember us when we are gone.”

Thane leaned back against the counter, torn between her casual usage of anyone and everyone, and the taste of a good cup of coffee. At least it took his mind off his equilibrium. “How many of you are there?”

“I told you, thousands.” She sipped her coffee and looked at items stuffed into every corner of the room, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m thinking more like millions,” he said.

Her gaze cut to his. “You didn’t hear it from me.”

Of course not. He wondered how he was ever going to live the rest of his life knowing the insider information she’d shared. Although, he guessed if Surt has his way, that wouldn’t be an issue.

“Was Surt supposed to kill my father? Was that part of the plan, or did he break the rules?”

Reya looked at him then. “I doubt it was planned.”

The truth. He could tell by the pain in his gut. It only added to the big pile of steaming guilt he was carrying around with him.

“So I was responsible for my father’s death,” he said.

Her expression softened. “You were not responsible. Surt was. It was his choice and his choice only.”

A rush of comfort was quickly followed by anger. Surt. She’d even said it. And if it was the last thing he did—and that was becoming a real possibility—he was going to make sure Surt went back to whatever Hell he belonged in.

“Got it,” Stewart yelled from the other room. “You gotta check this out.”

Thane set down the coffee and was behind him first. Reya moved up beside him. The screen showed the symbol in 3-D. It rotated slowly, and yet, it didn’t make any sense to Thane. “It’s in 3-D.”

Stewart sounded excited, but was patient. “If you look at this in 2-D, it doesn’t make much sense, just a bunch of lines and circles and triangles, right? When you look at this as a 3-D object, it still doesn’t look like anything identifiable. But if you break the 3-D object and lay it out flat, then things get interesting.”

He typed in a sequence of commands, and the image unfurled and flattened out on the screen. It still looked like a bunch of lines and circles to Thane. “I don’t see it.”

“I think what you have here is a map,” Stewart said.

Thane glanced at Reya. Her eyes were wide. A map would definitely tie an Earth grid and a crystal together. He asked, “A map to what?”

Stewart shrugged. “No clue.”

“Scale?” Thane asked.

Stewart shrugged again. “Can’t tell. There’s no point of reference. It’s almost like it’s missing a piece.”

Perfect. Thane looked at Reya. “Are all your friends like this?”

She glared at him. “Stewart, can you do the same thing to all the symbols and print out a couple copies for us at different angles?”

“Sure,” he said. “Give me about an hour.”

Thane went back to collect his coffee, and his cell phone rang. He looked at the number. Martin. What were the odds that this was a social call? Probably not very good.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Where the fuck are you? O’Brien is about to have a coronary, my wife is ready to divorce me because I haven’t been home in two days, and I’m now everybody’s fucking BFF. I need you here.”

Thane glanced at Reya, who had entered the room. “I can’t come in right now.”

There was a lot of swearing on the other end. “You have to. This is your job.”

“I can’t,” he said, holding Reya’s gaze. Her eyes were warm and wise. She knew exactly what was about to happen, and yet she didn’t interfere. She was leaving the decision up to him.

Martin broke the silence, his voice low and a little frantic. “What the fuck is the matter with you, Thane? You’re throwing your entire career away.”

“I know what I’m doing.” He said it with as much conviction as he could muster. The truth was he didn’t know what was going to happen next. He had Reya and that was all.

“Bullshit,” Martin hissed into the phone. “You’ll never work in law enforcement again. Anywhere. No one will touch you.”

“I know.”

“Is it the woman? Because you know what? There are other women out there who won’t ruin your fucking life.”

Reya eyed him over her coffee cup and took a sip. It was the woman. Partly. Mostly, it was just something he had to finish. Something that Surt had started. “It’s not the woman.”

Reya’s eyebrows rose.

Unappeased, Martin said, “Okay, whatever. Then what could possibly be more important than your job? The same job your dad had. The only job you ever wanted in your life.”

His father’s killer. That was more important. “I’m sorry, Martin.”

“Seriously? That’s all you have to say?” Martin’s voice rose.

He felt like shit, but there was no turning back now. “Goodbye.” Then he hung up.

“Problem at work?” Reya asked, running her finger around the rim of the mug.

He pocketed the phone. “Not anymore. That was my partner, Martin.”

“How long have you worked with him?” she asked.

“Three years,” he said. It felt longer though. “It’s was just me and him in a small department in the Siberia of law enforcement.”

“Siberia?” she asked.

“Paranormal investigation. A kneejerk creation for a few crazy neighborhood watch citizens who are more afraid of things that go bump in the dark than they are of the things they should be afraid of.” He paused. “There’s little budget and even less respect in the department. No one wants it. No one believes it. Until you need it.”

“Like now.”

“Exactly,” he said, sounding as guilty as he felt. How could he do this to his best friend?

“So what qualifies you and Martin?”

He tapped his fingers on the table. “We were two of the biggest troublemakers in the unit.”

“Martin is married with kids?” she asked.

Where did she get her intel? “Yes, he’s married to Nikki. They have three kids. A nice house in Queens. It’s a good life for a good man.”

Reya nodded, watching him. “I’m sorry.”

He tossed his phone on the counter. “So am I.”

Chapter Thirteen

Reya walked up the stairs and entered the sanctuary of the church they were hiding in. A row of humble pews lined the center of the church leading up to the altar. She made her way to front pew and stood in the middle of the aisle gazing up at Jesus hanging on the cross.

It was late afternoon between services, and Thane was setting up Stewart’s renderings and maps in the cold basement. She was too restless, and she didn’t know why. Well, perhaps that wasn’t true.

Thane was making her restless. She liked the strength and power in his body, the way he smelled. Simple things but she’d missed them. In fact, she missed a lot of things about Earth. The beauty of the land and water. The spray of color when the sun set. The feel of a warm rain on your face. A baby’s belly laugh. Human love.

And then there were things she would never miss. Unspeakable acts of violence against another human being. The soft sobbing of an abused child. The slow death by starvation of so many. Suffering.

Was it all worth it? she silently asked the cast of Jesus. Look at you. Look what they did to you. Was it worth it? Did it make a difference?

Horrible violence continued as it had since Christ died and before. Why was she here, doing this? Why bother?

He didn’t answer.

She took a seat in the front pew and hung her head. Moments later, she knew Orson was behind her.

“Why don’t you want Thane carrying the crystal?” she asked. “He’s supposed to be carrying it, isn’t he? I mean, that’s why his father saved it. For him, right?”

Orson came into view to her left and took a seat beside her. They both stared up at the cross occupying the front façade of the church. “He can’t be trusted to do the right thing.”

“I don’t think you have the right to make that judgment,” she said.

Orson chuckled, knowing she was using his own words on him. “Perhaps.”

“No perhaps,” she said with feeling. “You can’t change the rules when it’s convenient for you.”

Orson looked at her. “This is an extreme case.”

She turned to him then. “Every soul is an extreme case. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

He looked properly chagrined. “Yes, that’s true.”

“Then he should have the choice,” she said.

Orson shook his head. “This is so much bigger than you can imagine.”

It dawned on her that Orson knew a lot more than he was sharing. “Unless you come clean with what the fuck is going on, I’m handing the crystal over to him.”

Orson didn’t even flinch at her swearing. “You won’t like it.”

She gave a short laugh. “Do I ever?”

“No,” he concurred. “We believe we may know why Surt wants the crystal. So he can control the grid.”

That didn’t make any sense, at least not based on what she knew. Although she was beginning to think she knew squat.

“He can’t take over the grid, no matter how hard he tries,” she said. “It only works with light.”

Orson was silent, and Reya gave him a what-the-hell look. Had everything she’d learned been a lie? And could the one person she trusted be the best liar of all?

He finally said, “It might be possible for him to do damage to the grid.”

She gritted her teeth. “What kind of damage?”

Orson shook his head. “It’s an impossibly long shot. He’d have to break the grid, and then refire it.”

“No one can break this grid,” she said. “Right?”

He winced a little.

“Right?” she asked more forcibly. Because if it could be broken, Surt would the one person who could figure out how to do it and make it happen. And then her salvation along with billions of others would be over on this planet.

Orson said, “When we put it in place, when we rebuilt the structure, we thought it was unbreakable. But it’s grown weaker here, in this spot, since fear gripped this city. It might get worse if things don’t change.”

Anger filled her from head to toe. “Was this the cosmic plan, Orson? Earth finally gets on the verge of enlightenment, then the grid breaks, the collective consciousness falters, and Earth goes back into the Dark Ages? Was that the plan all along?”

Orson placed his hand on hers. It was the first time he’d ever touched her. His touch was light and cool. “I don’t know. If it is—”

She pulled her hand away and stood up, fury flooding over her. How dare he lie to her? How dare he do this to her? After all the pain she’d suffered to get this far? Enough was enough. “Are you telling me that we’ll all start over? I’m not doing that, Orson.”

“There are other planets like Earth—”

“But they aren’t Earth,” she snapped. “This planet is special. The people who’ve relived this world thousands of times are special. If this world goes under, I swear I’ll join the dark side for good. At least there, I know everyone’s lying to me.”

He held up both his hands. “I don’t have all the answers.”

“Then find out, because if that’s the case, we may as well roll over now and let Surt have his way. But I’ll be damned if I drag innocent people down with me so you guys can play this planet and all its souls like a game.”

She turned on her heel and headed back down to the basement.

* * *

Reya was in a hell of a mood, and Thane was a smart man. He gave her plenty of distance. Although there wasn’t a lot of distance to keep. He was getting a little stir-crazy hiding out in the basement. Not to mention the woman he shouldn’t touch.

Well, he could try. But he wasn’t sure how far he’d get. There was something about the way she looked at him. She was interested, but there was sadness in her eyes at the same time. As if she’d seen passion come and go, and was over it somehow. Like she knew how it would end.

He, for one, preferred to give it a try and find out for certain.

They sat across from each other at a table in the basement with the line renderings from the symbols Stewart had printed out, a pile of world atlases Reya had taken from a local library, and a laptop they borrowed from the priest.

“Do you think your mother would know where these maps lead to or what area they cover?” Reya asked, tapping away at keys.

“I doubt it. I think she’s given us everything she has, or at least remembers.”

He turned another page of an atlas and tried to line one of the maps up to Hawaii. “It would really help if these were to scale.”

“And if we knew what the scale was,” she added. “And if we knew where in the world to start. I’m not finding anything.” She leaned back and rubbed her eyes. “We need one more clue, just one, to crack this.”

“What about Orson?” Thane offered. “Sooner or later, he has to come up with something useful.”

“Don’t count on it,” she said flatly.

Thane looked up from the map to find her frowning. “What is it?”

She shook her head. “I get the feeling this is some kind of test.”

Now that would really piss him off. “For who?”

“You? Me? Humanity? Who knows.” She stood up, walked away, and stretched her long body. He appreciated the view. She stopped and put her hands on her hips. “I need to get out of here for a while.”

And he needed to stop looking at a body he wasn’t going to get. “Go,” he said. “I’m safe here. You have the crystal. What could possibly go wrong?”

She hesitated a second. “What are you going to do?”

“You’re looking at it,” he said. He was only on his first atlas. “Take a walk. Redeem someone. Kill off a fourth dimensional demon. Have fun.”

She smiled for the first time today. “You sure know how to turn a girl on.”

If it were that simple. Then she gave a wave and headed for the stairs. “Be back with dinner in an hour.”

Thane watched her until she disappeared out of sight. It was going to be another long, sleepless night. He had played it out many times in his mind, how things would go with them. Pretty much it came down to sex and that was all, because their worlds were not destined to intersect for long.

Not that there was anything wrong with sex.

He worked with Hawaii for a while, but there was no match to Stewart’s renderings, even if he rescaled the maps in his head. This was not going to work. They needed computers that could dynamically resize and fit the maps. He might just know someone who could help them.

Even if they found where the maps fit, then what? It was a like a game of chess and you were one piece of it. You just didn’t know which piece. He stood up and rolled his shoulders. He should have gone with Reya. The fresh air would help to clear his head.

He folded up the printouts and tucked them in his pocket before walking up the stairs to the front door. Afternoon sun blinded him as he stepped through the door into the street. His body clock was way off. It took his eyes a moment to adjust. That’s when he saw Reya walking toward him. “Short walk.”

She shrugged. “I figured you needed to get out, too. Care to join me?”

He eyed her. There was something not right with her. She looked different and not in the way a walk in the sunshine would cause. Her color was wrong or something. “What about Surt?”

“You have me to protect you,” she said with a smug smile.

He accepted that she could, although he’d certainly do his part. Still, the longer he looked at her, the more he knew Reya wasn’t herself. Had Surt gotten to her? Changed her somehow? That worried him.

Reya turned and headed across the street. There was only one way to find out what was off. He caught up with her. “Where to?”

“Central Park,” she said.

A good place to walk. “Hawaii didn’t match.”

“That’s too bad,” she said. “What other ones have you excluded?”

He eyed her. He’d told that before she left. “All the other U.S. states. Just high-level only though.”

They walked in silence for ten minutes, crossing busy intersections before entering Central Park through the north entrance. A few minutes in, Reya stepped off the pathway and cut through the woods.

“Where are you going?” he asked her.

“A nice spot I found near Harlem Meer,” she replied and batted her eyes at him. “Very romantic.”

And that clinched it. Reya was so sexy she didn’t need to play sexy. This wasn’t Reya and if it wasn’t her, then who was it?

Thane glanced around him. No one knew where he was, but it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. The maps were getting them nowhere. He stepped into the woods to follow her through trees and over rocks. He immediately regretted it. Each step became like a dream he was being sucked into. The woods were changing. He should stop, turn back, but it was too late. Something was pulling him forward. He noticed the whispers seconds later, descending around him like a blanket. Reya was just ahead of him, unfazed.

The voices became clearer and understandable. Come with us. Join us. We can help you. We can save you. You will have all the power you dream of.

He felt light-headed and detached from his surroundings as the voices flowed through him. Daylight startled him and he realized he had stopped in a small clearing. The lake was nowhere in sight.

Reya was right in front of him, looking all wrong. Her color, her shape, were someone else. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

He could barely speak over the voices. “Who are you?”

She stepped closer to him and put her palm on his cheek. “It’s just me and you. We’re alone. We’re safe.”

He didn’t feel safe. Alarms were ringing in his head. He looked around and saw nothing but trees. Then Reya leaned in and kissed him, grounding him. Reya. He hesitated only a moment before kissing her back. He wrapped his arms around her. Instead of the warmth he expected, she felt cold, like the concrete floor of the church. Her lips were cold, too.

Thane broke off the kiss and stepped away from her, feeling like he’d been drugged. The trees swayed. The ground rolled. “What’s happening?”

Reya smiled, but it wasn’t her smile. “You’re adjusting.”

He watched her features change, waver, and morph. Everything around him was growing darker. The whispers rose up like a chorus. “Adjusting to what?”

“To my world,” she said. Her hair had turned blond. Her face grew longer and thinner. Her body more petite. Until there was no more of Reya left.

She was Darcy.

“Son of a bitch,” he said and turned the way he’d come. He crashed through the trees and stumbled over the low scrub. His sense of balance and direction were skewed. His vision betrayed him as trees turned to shadowy figures. Leaves became demons. Branches clawed at his arms.

Then he fell to the grass and rolled over on his back. Dark clouds spun overhead, and he realized he was back in the clearing again. Darkness settled over him, turning everything black and shadowy. His body was so heavy, he couldn’t even lift his head.

“Reya,” he rasped.

* * *

She shouldn’t have left him alone, she knew it. Reya dove into the darkness, slashing demons out of her path with her staff fully activated. It was slow going, the heaviness of negativity weighing her down. She wasn’t used to the density; it had been a long time. Still, she could feel the crystal’s power in her pocket and the way it cut through the inky shroud. A faint light appeared ahead, and she raced toward it, slaying the bodies and arms trying to grab at her.

She found Thane lying on the ground semiconscious in a dark green light.

“You’re too late. He’s mine now,” Darcy said, appearing before her in the fourth dimensional realm.

Reya held her staff with both hands across her body. She could feel the dark ones crowding around them in a tight circle. They promised her power and wealth, but she knew it was all lies. This wasn’t her first rodeo on the dark side.

“Wrong,” she told Darcy. “He called my name, I heard him. You can’t keep him here against his will.”

“He’s a third dimensional being. He can’t go back now. He won’t survive,” she said, smiling in victory.

Reya didn’t flinch. If she did, Darcy would know she was right. But Reya would be damned if she left him here for Darcy and Surt to devour. “I’m taking him.”

“You and what army?” Darcy pulled out her own staff, facing off against Reya. “Look around you. You aren’t leaving either.”

Darkness pressed against her back, and their little circle was getting smaller by the second. The odds were bad, but she’d fought this battle before and escaped. Granted it had almost destroyed her soul, and she hadn’t been trying to drag someone else back with her. She might be invincible in the third dimensional world, but she wasn’t in this one.

Darcy swung her staff suddenly, launching a bolt of pure energy that narrowly missed Reya’s head. She leapt to Darcy’s right side and backhanded her head with the staff. Darcy stumbled forward before regaining her footing and flinging another charge at Reya’s legs. It sizzled through the dark ones surrounding them, creating a narrow path. At the end was a dot of light.

Reya had found her way out.

Thane groaned in agony and opened his eyes for a brief moment.

“Are you okay?” she yelled to him.

He didn’t answer. He just shook his head. Then he rolled to his side and grimaced in the pain of a human body in the fourth dimension. His body hadn’t had the right preparations; it wouldn’t last much longer. If it died, his soul would survive, but he’d be trapped here. But he could die if she brought him back to the third dimension, too.

She should probably give him a choice, but there just wasn’t time. Besides, his mind was compromised.

She dodged another energy bolt from Darcy’s staff and rolled to the right. Darcy leapt and landed between them, blocking Thane from sight. “He’s mine.”

Over my dead body, Reya thought. Or soul, whichever came first.

She spun the staff in her hands. It glowed white and released waves of light that backed the encroachers up, giving her more room to work. The crystal hummed in her pocket, coming to life. Darcy wasn’t impressed though and hurled herself at Reya, staff ready to jab into her gut.

Reya gripped her own staff in the center with one hand and jammed it into the ground. It flashed a blinding white light that knocked Darcy clear over the top of Thane and back on her ass.

The crowd around them was summarily leveled by a massive shockwave.

In that moment, Reya ran to Thane, who was just getting to his feet. She deactivated her staff and clipped it to her belt, pulled the crystal out of her pocket, and held it in her hand. When she turned around Darcy was standing, her face twisted in anger. Her body bloated up, showing her true grotesque form. Damn. Reya thought she’d be down longer.

Reya turned to face Darcy and pulled Thane’s arm around her shoulders. He leaned on her heavily.

“Whatever you do, don’t let go of me,” she told him.

He groaned and held on tight, despite the forces that ravaged his body. She knew he probably had mere minutes left, and all Reya could do was pray her plan worked. If not, they’d both be here for all eternity.

“Mine!” Darcy yelled and flung a mass of electricity at Reya.

Reya lifted the crystal to deflect the charge. It formed a cushion of protection that bowed before bouncing the energy back at Darcy. She screamed as the light plowed through her. Her form inhaled once, and then shattered into millions of particles. Her soul energy exploded. The crystal protected Reya and Thane. Seconds later, Darcy became a cloud of burning embers.

The surviving dark ones were beginning to recover. Powerful waves of residual energy coursed through Reya’s veins, giving her the strength she needed. Reya turned and lifted Thane on her shoulders. Then she headed for the spot of light she’d seen earlier.

He was heavy. The air was like soup. Reya marched forward, using her new-found power while she had it. Bodies flailed at them, crying out for help and for mercy. Some offered up lies to make them stay. Some simply skulked away to lick their wounds.

And Reya carried Thane through them all toward the light. It grew smaller as she approached, but at the last moment, she slipped through it with him.

* * *

Thane was standing on a beach. Sun warmed his bare skin, wet sand was under his feet, seagulls cried overhead, and slow waves rolled up on the shore.

He looked down at his feet. They were small and young. So were his hands. He was a kid again. He felt good—light, carefree, and full of life.

He looked around. Behind him was the summerhouse he and his parents rented every August on the Cape. It was painted pink and white on stilts above the swaying sea grass. A row of other pastel summerhouses stretched out on either side, nestled along the ocean beach.

Happiness settled over him. He always loved coming here. It was one of the few times his father wasn’t working, and they could all be together as a family. He looked forward to this vacation every year.

As he stood there, he noticed a man walking toward him along the beach carrying a fishing pole in one hand and a tackle box in the other. Thane’s heart almost stopped.

It was his father. Just like I remember. He looked young and strong, and gave Thane a big smile as he approached. Thane was swept back into the past, back when things were perfect. He took it, leaving the future behind, clinging to the present with all he was worth.

His father dropped the tackle box in front of Thane. “Ready to learn how to fish?”

“Dad,” he said, overwhelmed with emotion.

His father squinted at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and swallowed. He wasn’t going to ruin this. Wasn’t going to break whatever spell he was under. “I’m great. Let’s fish.”

They walked out into the waves together, side by side. He looked up at his father as cool salt water splashed up his legs. They stopped in about two feet of water. His father showed him how to hold the spinner and how to cast. Thane held on to every moment, every ticking second, with awe and gratitude.

They took turns casting into the waves. Pelicans swooped overhead. He talked to his father about fish and anything else he could think of.

It was the best moment of his entire life, hands down. And then a voice called out to him. He turned back toward the shore and saw his mother waiting. She yelled something, but it didn’t sound like her.

His heart sank when he realized that she sounded like the voices he’d heard around Darcy.

A stab of pain pierced his heart. He turned back to his father, still standing next to him. Despite Thane’s best efforts to stay, he felt the change. His time was short.

“I love you, Dad,” he said, gazing up at his father.

His dad turned and smiled down at him. “I love you, too, son. Always will.”

The sun no longer warmed his shoulders. Thane felt tears burn his boy’s eyes and he fought a battle he knew he’d lose. “I have to go.”

His father swung back and gave the line a mighty cast. “I know. I’ll see you soon.”

The waves ceased, the row of cottages faded, and he stared at his father until he was taken away, too. Then Thane let go and dropped through time. He landed hard, and pain radiated through his body. He gave a loud groan and gripped the surface beneath him, fingers digging into the mattress. Voices screamed in his head. He burned, like his entire body was on fire. Sweat drenched his skin, his muscles twitched and cramped.

No. I don’t want to be here. Take me back.

“It’s going to be okay.” Reya’s voice was soothing.

Reya was here.

His father was there.

A winless tug-of-war rose in his mind, tearing him apart. Then he felt cool water on his face, and the relief it brought.

“Stay strong, Thane. Don’t give up.”

But his father…

More cool water spread across his chest. With every stroke, he felt less pain, and more peace. And the more his father’s memory faded.

Reya’s hand pressed to his chest, sending waves of comfort across his tortured body. “I’m here for you.”

Finally, the pain was bearable. He sank into the mattress and drifted off.

Chapter Fourteen

Reya sat on the floor, dipped the cloth in the bowl of holy water, and drew the wet cloth against Thane’s skin. She leaned over him on the bed, careful not to disturb his sleep. The priest stood at the end of the mattress, his hand on the open Bible and praying in murmurs over Thane’s tormented body and soul.

She’d gotten him back, but at what cost? He might never recover. He might be like this forever, trapped between dimensions, and doomed to suffer until his human body succumbed.

Guilt racked her. It was her fault for leaving him alone to begin with. She’d underestimated Darcy and Surt. She’d failed to protect her charge. She’d put the entire mission at risk for a moment of selfishness and pity.

The priest closed the Bible and made the sign of the cross as Reya spread out the cloth on Thane’s chest. She sat back, feeling exhausted. “Do you think he’ll come back?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

He was honest. She liked him for that. She needed that. “I killed a woman today.”

He blinked at her a few times, but there was no condemnation. “Did you mean to?”

She nodded. “Yes. I knew if I didn’t, Thane would never be safe. Never fulfill his contract. The world…This world…” She stopped. It didn’t matter. She’d killed Darcy. “I had to kill her to stop her.”

The priest nodded, clutching his Bible to his chest. “Are you sorry?”

“Yes,” she said. “And no.”

“I understand.” He walked over to her and placed his hand on her head. She felt a surge of power and light, and accepted it, even though she didn’t deserve it.

“You know where to find me if you need to talk,” he said before turning to leave. She stared at the spot where he disappeared up the stairs.

Exhaustion surged over her. She thought back over her many lives and deaths that she could recall. The things she’s said and done—good and bad. Flashes of laughter and tears replayed. Moments in time played out like a video. Weddings, funerals, births, family, and all the emotions we are bound to learn on this little rock speeding through space.

The weight of it all was too much to bear. Reya put her head in her hands and cried. Tears flowed in a trail of pain and sorrow. She cried for her soul and all that she’d been through, all the chances she’d been given, and the people who’d sacrificed to make those chances possible. She cried for the past, the present, and the future of the people she’d loved. Mostly, she cried for this planet and the other souls trying to survive another lifetime. What was the point of it all?

She looked up at the ceiling. “What more do you want? What more can I give?”

There was no answer, not even a whisper.

She wouldn’t call Orson. He couldn’t help her, not with a crisis of faith. Reya sobbed until the tears no longer flowed, and her chest ached.

When she was finally done, she slipped onto the mattress next to Thane, and placed the crystal on his chest. It glowed with an energy of its own, and she hoped it would be enough to save him. She pulled a blanket over both of them and threw her leg over his. If someone wanted him, they’d have to go through her first.

* * *

Surt listened to the report with simmering wrath. Reya had used the crystal’s power to rescue Driscoll and take him back. In the process, she’d managed to send thousands of his people back to the soul world, including Darcy. He was not having a good day.

“Everyone is scared shitless. No one wants to tangle with her,” Courbet said. He was a heavy man, lopsided and lumpy with too much weight and too many chins. His suit was oversized, but not in the right places.

“She’s just a woman,” Surt said, tapping his phone, pretending that he wasn’t worried. “I find it hard to believe we can’t find one brave soul among the billions willing to face her.”

Courbet screwed up his mouth. “They want guarantees.”

He looked up from the phone. “What kind of guarantees?”

“Incentives, you know?” Courbet said with a shrug. “The usual.”

Indeed. For a world that ran on greed and fear, he would expect no less. “Fine. They can be my second in command.”

Courbet blanched. “I’m your second in command.”

“Then I suggest you find yourself a good little army to follow them.”

For a moment, Courbet appeared relieved. “That’s it. Just watch them?”

Darcy may have overestimated her abilities, but she had been right about one thing. Surt didn’t know the location, and he didn’t have the time or energy or even people, apparently, to find out. He might as well let Reya and Driscoll figure it out for him. “Since none of you appear to be able to actually capture them, yes.”

There was a beat of silence. “What are we watching for?”

He was getting really low on intelligent minions. “They need the location for the crystal.”

“Oh,” Courbet said.

Surt waited. Didn’t take long.

“Location for the crystal for what?”

The grid point. The place where Surt would take control of it. But he decided to keep that nugget to himself. Small words were in order. “The crystal’s home. That’s what they are looking for.”

“Oh.” Courbet nodded a few times. “But what if they don’t?”

“Don’t what?” Surt snapped, his patience gone long ago.

He shrugged. “They could just hold on to the crystal and not look for the home.”

It was something Surt hadn’t thought of, and it pissed him off that an idiot of Courbet’s caliber would bring it up when he hadn’t prepared for it. “Because they think we have the location. That’s why we want the crystal. They think they need to find the location before we do.”

“Oh,” Courbet said, not sounding sure. “But we don’t have either one.”

“An astute observation,” Surt said. “That we don’t want anyone to know.”

“Right.” The big man gave a short laugh. “So how will we know when they have the location?”

Did Surt have to do everything himself? “I suggest you find someone to infiltrate their tiny circle. A confidante. Perhaps his police partner.”

Courbet’s face brightened, and he nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

Surt glared as the man blinked in thought for a few moments. Little thoughts, no doubt.

“Today!” Surt hissed.

The fat man leapt back with surprising agility. “Yes, sir.” And exited with haste, leaving Surt to ponder the wisdom of this plan in the hands of morons.

On the other hand, Courbet’s one contribution was to ask a question that Surt had not anticipated.

Two of his best people had failed—Maurice and Darcy. Maurice was intelligent but dispensable. Darcy was different though, with a unique set of skills that he’d miss. She was the best servant he’d ever had. Finding good people took time, and he was working on a replacement for Courbet as fast as he could. His communication avenues were limited. He hoped to rectify that situation permanently.

Until then, he’d have to take a more hands-on approach to this game. He needed a way to push Reya to the next level, to move the game forward with a new urgency, and to further weaken the grid. He needed to show the people of this city their next leader. Perhaps it was time for an introduction.

* * *

Thane stirred. Every movement sent a ripple of pain through his body. Muscles protested. Joints ached. Everything hurt. It felt like the worst flu he’d ever had times ten.

Gingerly, he opened his eyes enough to find out where he was. Bare pipes and smooth white ceilings gleamed overhead. He was back in the church.

Maybe.

Or maybe he was still in whatever netherworld he’d been sucked into. Bits and pieces came to him—reality, dreams, and everything in between, but he had no idea what was what.

Had Darcy really cloned Reya? Had his father really spoken to him, or was it just wishful thinking? Had he died and gone to Hell, or was that just his imagination? He had felt heat so intense, he thought he was burning alive.

Slowly, he noted a warm body next to his. With great effort, he turned his head to find Reya curled up next to him. Her hand was on his chest, holding the crystal.

He remembered her getting him out of Hell. A Hell she’d already escaped from once. Not many people would do that, especially for him. He owed her his life, and probably his immortal soul as well. The voices had swallowed him, dragging him down into the darkness. It was only her voice that had given him the will to fight.

Otherwise, he would have stayed in the darkness. He knew he was going to end up there anyway after he killed Surt. Maybe they’d make him king or something.

Reya stirred and shifted. He could feel her breast against his arm and realized fairly quickly that he was feeling better. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. It was her through and through. He brushed her black hair out of her face, and his gaze dropped to her lips. They were full and beautiful. Perfection.

He didn’t think, he leaned down and kissed her. Soft, firm, and warm. Not like Darcy, not like any other woman. She breathed deeply and kissed him back lightly. He wanted more, but he could tell she wasn’t waking up. He pulled back and looked her over. Was she okay?

“She saved you,” a voice said out loud.

“Jesus Christ!” Thane said and sat up quickly, searching for his gun, which wasn’t there. Pain roared in his skull, radiating through every cell in his body. Then he realized it was only Orson. He was sitting on a folding chair ten feet from the mattress. Thane could see him.

Reya moaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket around her. Thane couldn’t believe he hadn’t woken her. “Is she all right?”

“She will be. It took a lot out of her,” Orson said. He was a short man, elderly with clear blue eyes and an impish smile. He had a notebook on his lap.

Thane moved off the mattress carefully so as not to jar Reya and stood up. His body revolted but held before finally succumbing to the fact that he was up.

While he glanced around for his gun, he asked, “So what’s with you showing yourself to me? Don’t tell me you finally trust me.”

“No, nothing like that,” Orson said.

Then Thane looked at him quickly. “We’re not dead, are we?”

Orson chuckled. “No. Although as you know, dead is a relative state of being.”

“No shit,” Thane said, and realized his gun was nowhere to be found. Must have left it in Hell.

“Where was I?” he asked, even though he didn’t really want to know.

“The fourth dimension,” Orson said. “I’m amazed you survived the journey back. Not many human bodies could tolerate that. I suspect your legacy powers are growing.”

He felt like shit to prove it. “How did I get there?”

Orson shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you. Did you learn anything from your experience?”

Thane put his hands on his hips. He needed a gun. He wondered if the priest had one.

“Darcy’s dead,” he said. That much he knew. “Dead dead.”

Orson nodded. “Yes, but she’ll be back someday.”

He didn’t want to think about that. He’d had enough of this world and this life, and if he never came back again, that’d be fine with him. “Not any time soon though.”

“No. She’ll need to recover from the violence she experienced and inflicted upon others.”

Thane looked down at Reya. “Will Darcy burn in Hell?”

“No,” Orson said with a small laugh. “She’ll get a chance to choose her path.”

“Even after kidnapping me and trying to kill Reya?”

Orson’s eyebrows rose. “Yes. There is no judge and jury on the other side, Thane.”

What the fuck kind of system was that? “Then what is the point of trying to be good if there are no rewards in it? Or being a monster if there are no repercussions to worry about?”

Orson smiled. “Everyone screws up. It’s expected. It is how you learn and grow and evolve into a loving being.”

He had a hard time believing that Darcy would ever be a loving being, no matter how many opportunities they gave her. “What about Surt?”

“He’ll get his chance as well.”

Well, fuck that. Thane better kill him while he was still on this plane.

“So will you,” Orson said.

Thane eyed him. “What if I don’t want another chance?”

“Then you don’t have to take it,” Orson replied as he stood up. “No one is going to force you into the light.”

Good. He wasn’t all that impressed with the light so far. “What about Reya?”

The old man hobbled over to him and looked down at her. “She is finding her way. It’s not easy. It never is.”

“Then why do it?” Thane asked.

Orson peered up at him in surprise. His expression softened. “For love. What else?”

The words sank in slowly but with great weight. Was that why she came for him? Or was it to save her own soul?

“What do you think?” Orson asked.

Thane realized the old man had been reading his mind all along. “None of your damn business.”

Orson laughed. Then he ripped a sheet of paper out of his notebook and handed it to Thane. “This should help.”

The old man turned and started walking toward the stairs.

Thane scanned it, and felt his mood sink. “This is not good news. How can it help?”

“At least you know what kind of trouble you’re dealing with,” Orson said and faded away before he reached the first step.

* * *

Reya was a ball of light floating through space. There was no pain, no worries. No fragile human appendages or lungs or eyes to protect from the elements. She knew and understood everything, but didn’t care to examine it. She could be in one place one moment, and then far away in a flash. Or in both at the same time. There was no beginning, no end, no clock, no here, no there. It was all one universe, all at once. But it wasn’t overwhelming. It was amazing and beautiful.

It was home.

She moved freely, weaving and spinning along a river of light and song, a thousand beautiful voices merging with hers in perfect harmony. A current of love enveloped and held her, buoyed her, and carried her along an endless journey. Emotion welled up inside her, and she didn’t fight it. Instead, she let the love fill her, accepting and relishing it. She was one with the light and the song. With others who knew and loved her.

A discordant note disrupted the flow, and she felt the river shudder around her. No. For a moment, all was calm. Then another discordant note fractured the light.

Stop. She grabbed at the stream, trying to hold it together. Strains of light simply slipped through her grasp, and she felt herself grow cold as the light and song left her.

She awoke with a gasp. It was dark in the basement. She reached over and found Thane asleep beside her. Relief was replaced by sadness as the dream dissipated and reality returned.

“Why?” she whispered to the ceiling. Why show her that, and then take it away? For a long time, she lay there wondering. What would Orson say? He’d tell her it was a gift of truth. Of light and love.

Maybe she’d earned it. Or maybe it was like a carrot on a string. She got up and went into the bathroom to wash up. Her reflection in the mirror was tired and drained.

Hell of a job she had.

She took a long, hot shower, leaning back against the shower with the spray on her shoulders and chest. It felt good. Not as good as floating through space and time, but it would have to do.

When she got out, there were clean clothes stacked neatly by the door. Odd. Reya dressed quickly and exited the bathroom to find Thane waiting for her. He looked no worse for wear after taking a stroll through a few dimensions. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans. The only thing missing was the gun. She liked him better without it, but she understood.

She was tired and discouraged, but she wasn’t alone. This was different than any type of relationship she’d had before. They were as close to partners as she’d ever been with anyone, equals despite the differences between them.

It registered slowly just how much she’d come to rely on him. How much she looked forward to being with him. She didn’t want to be lonely anymore. She realized she wanted him. In every sense, emotionally, mentally, and physically. But would that be interference? Would she further doom him? Could she take that chance for her own selfish needs? She’d already done that and almost lost him. No. This would have to be his decision.

“Hi,” she said, wondering if he’d regained his senses or remembered anything that happened.

“Hi,” he said with a weary smile. “Appreciate the rescue.”

She gave a laugh and waved him off. “Oh, that. Do it all the time.”

He watched her for a moment. “I seriously doubt that. There’s food.” He hitched his head toward the table, and she bolted for it like the starving woman she was.

Ham sandwiches, chips, and bottled water. It was perfect.

“Your gun is under the mattress,” she said as she pulled up a chair and dug in.

“How’d you know I was looking for it?”

Because you want to kill Surt. “Mind reader.”

“I’m beginning to believe you,” he said as he retrieved the gun and tucked into the small of his back. Then he sat across from her, and laid a piece of paper on the table. “Orson was here.”

Hmm, she must have missed that and wondered what else she missed. Nothing good, she hoped. “What did he want?”

Thane slid the paper across the table. “He brought this. And he said Surt was killing all the Gridworkers in the city. Our burn victims.”

She stopped midchew and spun the paper around to face her. It noted that the grid over New York City was weakening at an alarming rate, and accelerating by the minute. Too few grid workers left and too much fear fueling the degradation. No solution was given.

Her eyes met Thane’s. “Son of a bitch.”

“My thoughts exactly. What happens if the grid fails?”

She shook her head and brushed crumbs from her fingers. “Nothing good. The last time the grid broke—”

Thane raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“An entire continent sank to the bottom of the ocean,” she said. “Atlantis. They were once close to ascending, but the dark ones took control and ruined an entire civilization.” He leaned forward. “What are the odds Atlantis could happen again?”

She didn’t want to think about it, let alone say it out loud. “Looks like we’re both going to find out.”

Chapter Fifteen

Thane hated to abandon the safety of the church, but they had no choice. Surt knew where they were, and no one was safe around them. They left in a flood of people after morning service and blended into the city with nothing but a duffle bag of clothes and a prayer.

It was early in the morning so he wouldn’t worry about where they’d sleep tonight until later. Right now, they were on a mission to get some movement on the maps.

“You’re sure this guy can help us?” Reya asked as they climbed into the rental.

Thane headed the car uptown to NYU. “If he can’t, no one can. The man is genius at GIS, works in IT and specializes in digital maps.”

“Ah,” she said. “And you know him?”

“We went to high school together.”

“I hope you’ve seen him since then,” she said.

“Once or twice. He’s a good guy. He’ll help out.”

They parked outside Astor Place and headed into the building. Thane found Jim in an office on the fourth floor. He shook their hands and clapped Thane on the back. “Where have you been? You don’t call. You don’t write.”

Thane grinned. Some people never changed. Jim was tall and pale, like someone who never stepped foot outside the computer room. His brown hair was cropped short, but otherwise, he looked the same as he did in high school. “Been saving the city. You?”

“Two kids, a dog, and a wife who expects me to do shit around the house.”

It had been almost twenty years, but it felt like only yesterday when they were sneaking out in their father’s cars with a case of beer and a pack of Camels. “Jim, this is Reya.”

Jim stretched out a hand to Reya. “Nice to meet you. Be careful with this guy.”

Reya flashed an amazing smile. “Thanks for the warning.”

“I need your expertise for an investigation,” Thane told Jim. “Off the record.”

Jim looked at Reya and back to Thane. “Sure, what can I do?”

Thane gave him a copy Stewart’s renderings. “We think they might be street maps or coordinates or something like that. But we don’t have any way of overlaying them onto existing maps to find out where.”

Jim studied the pictures. “Any idea what the scale is?”

“None,” Reya said. “It might be 3-D though. Can you help?”

“Sure,” Jim said. “I’ll scan them into a raster layer. Create a new vector point layer for each intersection on the images. Then georeference them to street maps and landmarks. Will that do?”

Thane had no idea, but it sounded good. “How long will it take you?”

Jim replied, “A few days, maybe less. It’s easy enough to do, just takes time to build the database and run through all the maps, you know?”

Reya gave Thane a concerned look. They might not have a few days.

“Thanks, Jim. I owe you a few parking tickets,” Thane said and shook Jim’s hand. “My cell phone number is on the back of the sheet. Call me when you’re ready.”

* * *

The rest of the day was consumed with avoiding crazy people listening to voices in the dark parts of the city and finding a safe place to hole up for a few days. Reya wasn’t thrilled about being in a hotel, but they had no choice. She didn’t want to go to another church. It would be too obvious. She settled for a hotel pressed up against a synagogue.

The room was a double-double with hotel fabric and wallpaper. The news was on the TV and muted. Looting and riots continued, albeit relegated to small pockets. It was the fear that worried her. She felt it everywhere and from everyone she encountered. The curfew had been all but abandoned—nearly impossible to enforce, but the city was on edge, restless and nervous. More than twenty people had now been torched and killed by Surt. His appetite seemed insatiable.

It was bad. Worse than anything she’d felt, and she’d felt a lot. Allowing her to recall some of her past lives was part of her redemption. It helped her lean on past wisdom. It also meant that she remembered the good and the bad. This was worse than any of it.

She sat on the edge of the bed while Thane was in the shower and ran her fingers across the crystal. It was smooth and warm, and it was the only thing keeping them alive, she was certain. Surt had pulled out all the stops—breaking the binds of dimensional physics to unleash his weapons. And he wasn’t done yet. One thing she’d learned about him—he was patient and relentless. A dangerous combination in an enemy.

On the other hand, so was she.

Thane seemed fine after his foray into Surt’s domain. It had to have something to do with his legacy, because no human body would have survived that otherwise. What other powers did he have? Sadly, she also wondered what he’d do with those powers if he knew about them.

Thane walked out of the bathroom, his hair wet from the shower. “Wow. That is not a happy face.”

She glanced up from the crystal. He looked good in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Her pulse sped up and highly inappropriate ideas followed. It was all she could do not to suggest he lose the jeans. What if that’s what he was waiting for, for her to ask? Then they were both idiots. “Thinking.”

“That sounds dangerous,” he said with all seriousness. “Anything I should know about?”

“Probably,” she said. “I hope Jim finds something.”

“He will,” Thane said and stared at the TV intently. “Turn up the volume.”

Reya found the remote and unmuted the sound.

An amateur video was playing on the news. It showed a man screaming as fire began to come out of his eyes. A second later, flames appeared all over his body. The videographer could be heard saying, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

People were running in terror. Then suddenly, a man in a suit appeared and grabbed the burning man. He held on to him, his voice calling out in anger to stop burning. Seconds later, the flames died out and the victim was left stunned but alive and unharmed.

“What the fuck?” Thane muttered.

Reya’s hands trembled. Her heart was beating so fast it hurt.

The videographer ran up to the man in the suit and could be heard asking, “How did you do that?”

The savior turned to the camera, and Reya sucked in a breath. No. It couldn’t be.

He looked into the camera. “Where is God now? Why is he allowing this to happen? Where will it stop?”

People gathered around him as he preached to them, telling them that the problem was we believed that God would save, when in reality, God didn’t care. A crowd descended upon him rapidly, lapping up every word.

The news anchor came back on. “That was earlier today. Since then, the man who has been identified as Ronald Smith has since met with the mayor’s office and NYPD. We move now to a live press conference.”

The venue changed to a room with flags along the back wall. Officials lined up behind the mayor. Reporters filled the room in front of him, holding cameras and microphones.

The mayor held up his hand. “This will be quick. By now, you have all witnessed the video of a man being saved from the unexplained phenomenon sweeping this city. The incident has been confirmed by many witnesses.”

Questions arose quickly from the reporters, but the mayor waved them off. “We are happy to announce the Mr. Ronald Smith is working with us to stop the horror this city has been gripped by in recent days.”

Cameras flashed and journalists shouted questions, but the mayor ignored them. “Understand that I’m not saying that anyone should attempt to save burning people this way. But I guarantee we will find a way to end this madness. That is all.”

Then he left the room without further comment.

The anchor came back and said, “According to our sources, the mayor has put Ronald Smith in charge of a task group to look into the deaths.”

Reya felt her stomach turn over and ran for the bathroom. She vomited. Thane was there with a towel when she finally sat back on the cold tile floor. This couldn’t be happening. It was like a nightmare.

Thane gave her wet washcloth. “What is it? What did you see?”

She wiped her face and tears. How would this end? “Surt.”

Thane stood up suddenly. “You saw Surt? Where?”

Pain radiated across her chest. “We need to talk to Orson as soon as possible.”

She got to her feet in the small bathroom and took a big drink of water to rinse her mouth. “We need to get that map.”

Thane took her arm and gently swung her around to face him. His eyes were dark and full of concern. “Where is Surt?”

She closed her eyes. “He’s Ronald Smith.”

* * *

“How could this happen?” Thane asked Orson.

The old man just blinked at him. “Free will—”

“Don’t give me that crap,” Thane snapped. He was furious, and he had had it with Orson’s lack of cooperation. “He’s suckered everyone into believing he’s some kind of savior, and he’s the one causing all this.”

Reya was leaning against the dresser with her arms folded. “I’m with Thane on this one. You guys have lost control of this city, and you have no one to blame but yourselves. Sadly, it is the people of this city, and possibly this world, who will pay the price.”

Orson held up his hands. “I’m sure there’s an explanation.”

“I’d love to hear it,” Reya said, her voice firm. “Because these people cannot protect themselves against Surt. Only you have that power, and you’ve failed.”

Orson nodded. “I’ll talk to the council.”

“Why?” Thane said, pointing to the ceiling. “They won’t do anything to fix it. Because as far as I can see, you guys have all this power and do nothing with it but sit around and watch as we die. So you better hand over something worthwhile, or you can just stop showing up.”

Orson cast a glance at Reya. She held up her hand. “Don’t get me in the middle of this.”

Thane glared at Orson. “This isn’t happening anywhere else, is it?”

“No. This is one of the largest concentrations of people in a small area in the world. It would be an obvious choice due to the size of the collective consciousness.”

“And the collective consciousness powers the grid,” Thane said, shaking his head. “Great.”

“There are other more concentrated cities around the world,” Reya said. “Why this one?”

“I don’t know, but we think he’s planning something big,” Orson said.

Before Thane could make a comment about Orson’s gift for the obvious, Reya said, “He’s also buying time. Why?”

“We are working on that,” Orson said.

“Work faster,” Thane growled.

Orson glanced at Reya and faded away.

Thane grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. Reya eyed him. “Where are you going?”

“To see Martin,” Thane said. “I need a drink with someone who is really alive to talk to.”

Reya stepped up next him. “Is he speaking to you?”

She knew about their falling out, but she didn’t know how partners worked. “He will. We’re partners. That’s forever.”

She nodded. “Must be nice to have someone you can always trust to be there for you.”

There was a hint of envy in her voice. He realized she understood more than he thought. After everyone who’d betrayed her, she’d risked her life for his, taken care of him when he was dying, and told him the truth even when he didn’t understand it. That went beyond partner.

“Let me do the talking. Martin won’t buy any of this.”

Reya eyed him. “You might be surprised.”

* * *

It was loud and busy in the downtown bar at midnight. Martin was there all right. On speaking terms with Thane was another matter. Reya couldn’t really blame him since Thane had basically walked out on their partnership and his job.

They were huddled together in a booth in the back. Classic rock blared from speakers embedded in dark wood paneling. Sports channels played on flat-screen TVs mounted from the ceiling. Thane sat to her left and Martin to her right with her in the middle playing referee.

Martin glared at Thane over his beer. “You better have a fucking good reason to call me down here.”

Thane leaned back in the booth. “Free beer?”

“Don’t,” Martin said and held up his hand. “I shouldn’t even be here. O’Brien would have my head. You are public enemy number one right now.”

“That’s my fault,” Reya said.

Martin frowned at her, but turned to Thane. “What is going on? And don’t lie to me. I’m right here, I can tell.”

Thane cut her a quick glance. “I know what’s going on. I know who is setting people on fire.”

Martin looked at him in surprise. “Who?”

“Ronald Smith,” Thane said.

For a moment, Martin didn’t move. Then he sat back in the booth and burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me? The man saving a human torch in the video that just went viral? The guy who just got the key of the city from our mayor? That guy?”

Thane leaned forward. “He’s not who you think he is.”

Martin smirked. “I don’t give a shit who he is as long as he can put a stop to the people hounding me for answers I don’t have.”

“You can’t trust him,” Thane said. “He is intent on taking down this city.”

“He can be fucking king of Manhattan for all I care,” Martin said. “How could you not want his help? It’s not like you’re helping.”

Reya decided Thane had been right about Martin. Thane could do the talking. She was keeping her mouth shut.

“I’ve been to Hell and back, literally, trying to get a handle on this,” Thane said evenly. “I need to know everything about this guy. Where he works, where he lives, who he lives with, and anything in his past that you can find.”

Martin looked at him like he was nuts. “No. I’m not going to help you destroy the one guy who actually has a solution.”

“It’s not a solution,” Thane said. “He’s taking control. Getting a foothold.”

“For what purpose?” Martin asked.

Thane hesitated. “To control the energy grid.”

Oh shit, Reya thought. There goes everything.

For a long time, Martin just stared at Thane. Reya had a bad feeling that he wasn’t as open as she’d hoped.

Martin turned to her. “Who is this and what did you do with Thane?”

“He’s telling you the truth,” she said. “I know it sounds strange.”

“Strange?” Martin said. “No, strange is snow in the summer. Strange is growing a second head. This? This is fucking crazy. You’re both crazy, and I’m going home.”

He started to stand up, and Thane grabbed his arm over the table. “Listen to me. Please.”

Martin gave a sigh and sat back down. “You have ten seconds to make me a believer.”

Thane looked at her. “Do your thing.”

She blinked, confused. “What thing?”

He lowered his voice. “Your disappearing thing.”

There were people everywhere. “Not here.”

Martin raised his hand. “Goodbye.”

“Fine,” she snapped. She allowed her body to fade, locking into the state of transparency. “Hit me.”

“What?” Martin asked, his expression frozen in utter surprise.

“Do it,” Thane told him.

“No,” he said.

“Then I will,” Thane said and took a swipe at her. His hand passed right through, and she felt nothing but a breeze.

Martin sat very still. Then he reached out a hand tentatively and tried to touch her. His fingers passed through, and he snatched them back. “Holy shit. What are you?”

She took a breath and solidified her body. “I’m an angel.”

Thane eyed her, and she ignored him. She didn’t feel like explaining the whole Redeemer thing when the preconceived idea of an angel was so much more convenient and so nicely laid out already.

Martin swallowed and was quiet for a moment. “Okay. So what does that have to do with anything?”

“Smith is like me. Only he’s from the other side,” she said. “He’s not here to serve and protect.”

“You’re the one killing people,” Martin noted, pointing at her.

“No, she’s not,” Thane said. “I know that firsthand.”

Martin appeared uncomfortable with the whole conversation. “Okay, fine. You’re an angel. That makes Smith, what? The devil?”

“Yes, a demon,” she said. “One of them anyway. He can do everything I can do. Disappear, see things, hear things, do things. Like set people on fire.”

“Jesus, I’m going to need another beer,” Martin muttered. “So you’re telling me that the guy we just gave full access to the city is the one who was killing people to begin with?”

“That’s why he’s able to stop it,” Thane said.

The server dropped off three fresh beers and took the empties. Martin leaned in. “How’s he going to go about controlling the city? People are scared, not morons.”

“We’re not sure yet,” Reya said. “We’re working on it.”

Martin nodded and drank his beer. “Great. That’s great.”

“Will you help?” Thane asked him. “Get us the info on him?”

“Sure,” Martin said, shaking his head. “What can it hurt?”

“Thank you,” Reya said.

He nodded and looked at Thane. “What are you going to do after you stop this guy? Cause if you actually stop this, they might, and I do mean might, let you come back.”

Reya waited for Thane’s answer. She’d wondered that herself. What would be left of him? Would he be able to go back to life as usual? He was able to see and hear things that other people couldn’t. What would that do to him? Where would he go? Because he couldn’t come with her.

Thane stared at his bottle. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his badge. He looked at it for a few moments before sliding across the table to Martin. Reya’s heart sank.

Martin sighed. “I didn’t ask for it.”

Thane shook his head. “O’Brien will though. You have no choice. I don’t want to take you down with me. You tell him I dropped it off at your house when you weren’t there. I’m keeping my gun though.”

Reya watched the exchange in silence, knowing this was Thane making his choice, a choice she had no right to interfere with even though it brought him one step closer to revenge. His destiny had just taken a stand.

Chapter Sixteen

It was cold tonight, the old drunk thought as he leaned against the warm brick of the alleyway. In the slice of sky between the buildings, the moon was full, and all the crazies were out. There seemed to be more of them than usual. He didn’t like it one bit. This was his world and they didn’t belong here. He inhaled the last draw of his cigarette and flicked it into a puddle beside him. It sizzled and died.

The alley behind the bar was quiet except for people exiting out the back. They were mostly drunk and happy, so getting a few bucks out of them was easy. He needed a drink soon himself; he was nearly out.

Damn booze. It would kill him, but it was the best company he could find. Life was funny that way, when a bottle beat living. The door from the bar swung open and a young couple came out, laughing. He was momentarily blinded by the bright light, but gave his patent beggar line. “Spare a buck?”

The man said, “Fuck off.” And they were gone.

Assholes, he thought. He used to be like them. Had a job, a wife, and kids. Then the job went south and so did the family. Nothing left to do but drink. It wasn’t a bad life, ’cept for the cold. He hated the cold. He took a hit off his bottle and waited.

The door opened again, and a single man exited. He was tall and wore a long coat.

“Got any extra change, sir?” he asked.

The man stopped long enough to hand him a ten and say, “Get something to eat, buddy.”

He was a good-looking guy. Kind face. “Bless you.”

“Right,” the man said and headed down the alley.

It was enough for a bottle, and he started to gather up his stuff for a trip to the liquor store. Suddenly, he heard voices. Screeches, actually.

He felt wings fly by him, like a flock of birds, and saw a black cloud descend on the man who’d just given him the ten bucks. The man yelled as they tackled and knocked him to the ground. His yells were muffled as his body flailed.

The ten-dollar bill was clenched in the old man’s fist as he watched in horror. He’d seen some bad things, but this was wrong. He should do something to help. He looked around, but there was no one else there. No one came out of the bar.

Run, a voice whispered in his ear.

“No,” he mumbled. “He needs help.”

You can’t help him. You could get hurt, the voice said.

He shook his head to clear the voice.

They will kill you, it said.

Then he felt a fear grip him like nothing before. It nearly buckled him over. He braced his hand against the building and backed away from the scene.

Run, the voice told him.

And he did.

* * *

Reya and Thane drove to Chu’s place. She wanted to show him the crystal. He might be able to tell them what it was for besides saving their collective asses.

Thane was silent the entire way, deep in his own thoughts. She knew exactly what he was thinking: how he was going to kill Surt now that he was here and Martin was tracking him down.

He still needed her to do it, and he knew that. He hadn’t discussed it with her, but sooner or later, he would broach the subject. She had until then to decide what she would do. A year ago, she would have jumped at the chance to take Surt down. Two years ago, she would have fought to save his life. Today, she was somewhere in between, not because she cared about him. Because she knew how things worked.

It was complicated.

They got to Chu’s and one of his friends let them in. They went to the studio and took a seat next to each other on the red sofa facing the band. Thane draped his arm over her, and she welcomed his casual claim. The gray-haired band was hot, pumping out some old-time blues with the energy of much younger musicians. They loved it, too. Each strum, beat, blow, and belt was heartfelt and soulful. These guys knew their time here was short, and they were cherishing every minute of it.

She glanced over and was surprised to see Thane smiling. He wasn’t thinking about revenge. He was lost in the music, showing his true self for once. What would it take for him to be like this all the time? It wouldn’t be revenge. She knew that firsthand. It only made you feel worse afterward, and then it was too late to do anything to fix it except start over.

After a long jam session, the boys wrapped it up and took a break. Chu set down his trumpet and came over to shake their hands.

“You’re back,” he said. “Must have found something.”

“Oh yes,” Reya told him. “We found something.”

He led them to his office. The door swung shut behind them and the lights went on. It was a bizarre room full of bizarre things, but for some reason, Reya liked it.

Chu pulled his chair up to the desk and turned on his desk lamp. “Whatcha got?”

She retrieved the crystal and placed it on the desk in front of him. Then she sat down and waited for his reaction. He picked it up, and she watched his hands tremble. When he held it up to the light, a spray of colors lit the ceiling and walls.

After a few minutes, he set it back down, and then looked up at her and Thane in turn. “Where did you get this?”

“In my father’s coffin,” Thane said.

Chu’s eyebrows went up.

“Don’t ask,” Thane added.

“I won’t,” Chu replied.

“Do you know what it is? Aside from a very large, very clear crystal?” Reya said.

“We think it has something to do with the grid,” Thane added.

Chu nodded, got up, and started going through his volumes.

Reya looked at Thane, who was watching Chu, and whispered, “That’s a good sign.”

He leaned over to her. “Has he really memorized all these books?”

“Yes, I have,” he said over his shoulder.

Thane gave her a quick smile.

“He’s been here a long time,” she whispered.

“And you should be glad for that,” Chu replied. He heaved a three-inch-thick book onto the desk. He stood, muttering to himself and turning the pages. “No, no, no…Ah, here.”

He opened the book and turned it to face them. “Atlantis power crystal.”

An extensive rendering of Atlantis covered both pages. It depicted the center of a sprawling city. A ring of roads circled the center with spokes of streets stretching out and intersecting concentric waterways. In the middle of it all was a stone pyramid, its corners reaching to the edge of the innermost circle. Atop the pinnacle, a crystal wand was positioned. Glowing energy spread out from the pyramid, feeding the spokes. Around the pyramid were tall statues that stood like guardians overlooking the land.

“Atlantis sank,” Thane said. “How would a crystal have escaped that?”

Reya felt her eyes widen. He was talking like he actually believed it. A true miracle.

Chu put his hands on his hips. “His father must have been a Gridworker. That’s why he had the crystal.”

Thane narrowed his eyes. “Are you saying all the other Gridworkers have crystals, too?”

“No,” Chu said. “Only the strongest ones. It’s a high honor to be selected.”

“An honor that got him killed,” Thane replied, his voice turning hard.

“It would have been his choice,” Reya told him.

Thane turned to her. “Did he really understand the dangers?”

“Yes,” she said. She was sure of it. Just as Orson gave her a choice with every mission, his father would have had a choice. “He knew exactly what he was doing.”

He didn’t look like he believed her. “So how many Atlantean crystals are there?”

Chu shrugged. “We don’t really know. This is a very powerful one. The energy is tangible.”

“Orson seems to think it’s a key to the grid. It might be why Surt wants it.”

Chu sucked in a breath. “I hoped I’d never hear that name again. He’s here?”

Reya nodded. “He’s here. And he wants this badly.”

“That’s not good,” Chu said with a little shudder. He was old enough and wise enough to know what Surt was capable of.

“Is this crystal powering the grid right now?” Thane asked.

Chu replied, “It’s already linked to it. All the grid crystals are. The pyramids anchor the grid and the crystals are intended to link all the anchors.”

Thane asked, “What happens if crystals are cut off from the grid?”

Chu pressed his lips together and turned the page. It showed Atlantis being swallowed by the ocean. People were clinging to boats and debris. The crystals were sending rays into the sky as they sank into the depths.

“Okay then,” Thane said.

* * *

They got back to the hotel after 2 a.m., and Thane realized that he hadn’t slept in more than twenty-four hours. He didn’t even feel tired, but he knew his body needed the recovery time.

He turned on the news while they polished off a few boxes of take-out Chinese food. He was going to miss all the free food when Reya was gone. It was the first time he’d thought about the fact that this could be over in the next few days. Either Surt would win, or they would stop him. But it would end.

“I’m sorry if I offended Orson,” he said as she sat down next to him on the bed with the last box of Chinese.

Reya had fried rice halfway to her mouth and stopped. “He’ll be back, don’t worry. He doesn’t give up that easily, believe me.”

“That’s good.” He felt better. He might be willing to throw his soul away, but he didn’t want to take her down with him. If Surt died, it would be by his hand, not hers. His fault. His responsibility.

Smith’s face appeared on the news, and Thane unmuted the volume. The reporter was saying that he had been credited with stopping two more deaths, and no new ones had been reported. People were hailing him as a savior.

“Social media must be all over this,” he muttered.

Reya was watching with rapt attention as Smith was interviewed in person, standing outside a church.

“Bastard,” she muttered, tossing the empty box in the trash. “He’s so good at being bad.”

Thane asked, “I thought he couldn’t go near churches.”

“He can. He just can’t see into them.”

The reporter interviewed him. He told her how the people would be safe as long as they stayed away from holy places like churches and synagogues. He said he didn’t know why God had forsaken the people, but they needed to handle this situation themselves. Prayer would not save them.

“Why would he say that?” Thane wondered aloud.

“To stop people from sending prayers and positive energy out,” she said. “Screw with their faith.”

Then she squinted at the TV. “What is that around his neck?”

Thane looked closer. Surt was holding a kind of medallion with his fingers while he talked. It was a round intricate design made of gold wire. He looked directly at the camera and said, “This won’t end until I find the answers.”

It was an odd thing to say, but the interviewer didn’t seem to notice. The medallion seemed vaguely familiar. Thane heard a rustle of paper and turned to see Reya pull out her drawings. She looked at them, and then up at the TV.

“Don’t tell me,” he said.

“It’s this one,” she said, pointing to the last symbol. “He knows about the map.” She sat back on the bed next to him, looking genuinely upset. “He’s playing with us. He knows exactly what we’re doing.”

“He’s watching us,” Thane said, surprised by her dejected expression.

She didn’t seem to hear him, lost in her own thoughts. Then she said, “Thane, what if we can’t stop him? What if he wins?”

Her tone was low and hopeless. It worried Thane. He put his fingers under her chin and turned her face toward him. Her eyes were full of tears.

It was the first time he’d seen her lose hope, lose her fight. It made him angry and sad at the same time. She was so strong, so driven, a force. If she broke, what hope was there for anyone else? One tear spilled out and down her face. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“He won’t,” Thane said. “It’s not his destiny.”

Reya laughed a little then. “And how would you know that?”

“Because it’s our destiny to stop him. They wouldn’t have put us together for any other reason.”

She blinked slowly, the pain in her eyes easing. “I want to believe that.”

He did, too. He desperately wanted to. Because it occurred to him that he didn’t want to live this life without her in it. He leaned in and kissed her lips. They were soft and firm. He captured them again, feeling the rush of desire to his core. Reya’s hands went to his face, holding him so she could kiss him back. Heat ignited between them with a near tangible roar as their bodies pressed closer. He ran his hands over her waist, up her rib cage to her breasts. He cupped them, splaying his fingers around them. They fit perfectly in his hands. Destiny.

She tugged at his shirt and he let her pull it over his head. His reward was her hot hands on his chest and arms. She explored him with curiosity and urgency. He kissed her mouth, then her jawline and the soft spot below her ear. He planned to kiss every square inch of her body.

He traced her neck and shoulders. Soft, smooth skin welcomed him. He could do this all night.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Reya asked suddenly, her voice raw.

Was she kidding? “Positive.”

He felt her hands on his jeans, felt the button unsnap, the zipper slide down. Then her hands on his erection. It was like electricity through his body.

“Good.” Reya sighed then, a sound that nearly put him over the edge. He laid her back on the bed and covered her with his body. She rubbed her thigh against his groin, drawing a heartfelt groan from deep inside him.

He kissed her neck and throat, feeling her strong pulse against his lips. Her body beneath him was so right, a perfect fit. It was as though they were made for each other. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had known it would be like this. He slid his hand under her tank top and pushed it up. She arched under him and slipped it off over her head.

He looked into her eyes. They were dark, full of heat and hunger. And something else—a knowing. A sudden flash of another time and place distracted him for a second. They were different then and yet the same. He shook off the intrusion. Now was not the time. The world could wait. Fire filled his belly as he kissed her lips hard.

He closed his eyes at the potent combination of Reya and desire. Time shifted and slowed. His surroundings faded, leaving only the two of them. All he could feel was her skin against his, the friction of their bodies as they shed the rest of their clothes, and moved against each other.

His senses became acutely focused and keen. The slick smoothness of her skin under his exploring hands. The breathless sounds she made when she climaxed. The smell of her hair. The relentless need coursing through his body. And a connection he’d never felt before, a bond that shook him to his core.

When he finally sank into her, a powerful feeling of completion swept over him. He felt more than complete. Stronger somehow, and greater than what he could ever be by himself. A better man.

Reya gazed back at him, her eyes heavy and his alone. Her fingers gripped him tightly, binding them together. It was all he wanted, all he needed. He pressed his forehead against hers and moved in her, and from there he was lost to destiny.

* * *

Reya was a ball of light. This time though, she was on a mission to find answers. She buzzed around, with, and through the other millions of lights, knowing each of them somehow. The Universe spread out around her like eternity. There were planets, stars, and galaxies. She could put herself wherever she wanted to at any point in time.

She bounced from place to place, leaving when she realized they didn’t have the answers. She searched the tunnels and empty places. She delved deep into the earth and soared through blue skies. She crept into homes and secret spaces. Finally, far in the distance, she saw a glow of light, a crystal city beckoned to her, and she was there.

As she stood on the stone sidewalk of a city, she became human. Other humans formed out of thin air and walked past her as if busy fulfilling their own missions. They spoke in a language that was familiar but not understandable.

As she looked around, she realized it was the city in Chu’s picture. She was in the time and place of Atlantis.

Above the low buildings, she saw the faces of the statues and headed toward them. Her bare feet felt the smoothness of the stone. She was wearing a white dress, draped around her shoulders and cinched at her waist. She caught her reflection in a glass window. It was her, but not her.

Her hair was blond, silky, and wrapped around her head like a wreath. Gold pins held her hair in place. Her eyes were green and almond-shaped. Her skin tan and smooth. Her body lean and petite.

The center of the city was dead ahead, and she hurried toward it, afraid she might wake up before finding what she came for. The statues rose above her ten stories, chiseled from white marble and brilliant in the sunlight.

In the center of the circle was the pyramid, and atop it, the crystal. She navigated through pedestrians, carts, and vehicles until she was standing in the inner circle in front of the pyramid.

The crystal hummed with energy, she could feel it in her bones and through her feet. The vibrations sounded and felt like a tuning fork.

Then she heard a bell ringing loudly. The crystal reacted suddenly, giving a shudder before changing frequency. The new sound it emitted was a lower frequency.

Reya stepped back, knowing something was about to happen. A moment later, a ray of light shot out from the crystal into the sky. The statues began to vibrate and a new sound emerged, a harmonic frequency that sent wonder and awe through her.

Then the crystal pivoted slightly and the sound pitch increased. It lasted for a few minutes before the crystal light shut off. The statues hummed with residual energy. Reya looked down and noticed the river of pulsing energy flowing from the statue’s feet out through the spokes of the city.

For a moment, she tried to make sense of it.

A man walked by her and smiled. “It never gets old, does it?”

“What just happened?” she asked him.

He hesitated and looked at her like she must be new. “A transmission.”

She wanted to ask him more, but he disappeared into the crowd and into his life. Before she could flag down someone else, the ground shook violently.

And then she woke up.

Chapter Seventeen

Thane shook her until her eyes fluttered open in the dark. For a few moments, he knew that mentally she wasn’t in this world. Another hard shake, and she inhaled sharply before focusing on him.

“Why did you wake me up?” she said, confusion morphing into quick irritation. “I was having an important dream.”

Nice. He saved her life, and she was mad. “Because you weren’t breathing. I’m pretty sure even angels need air.”

She sat up in her bed, still somewhere between here and there, and frowning. “I feel fine. Perfect, in fact.”

He moved to the side of the bed, trying to calm his ragged nerves and ease the tension in his body. He rubbed his chest. It was as if he were connected to her somewhere deep inside him. “Do you always stop breathing in your sleep? Because I would have noticed before.”

She stared straight ahead. “It’s a transmitter.”

The sudden change of topic completely threw him. “What?”

She pulled the crystal out from under her pillow.

“You’re sleeping with a rock,” he noted.

Reya smiled. “Yes, but the rock is a transmitter.”

As if that made everything all right. It was the middle of the night, and he’d woken up filled with dread that something was very wrong and a pain in his chest. The hotel air-conditioning unit was quiet, which was the only reason he had realized she wasn’t breathing. He was still trying to catch up.

He rubbed his eyes. “And it’s transmitting what?”

“I don’t know,” she said, swinging her legs around so she was sitting next to him, her body warm and naked. “But I just dreamed about it. Although I think it was more of a past life memory than a dream.”

He was barely able to keep up with the whole Atlantis thing and grid thing and crystal thing. He wasn’t ready to come to terms with the past lives thing. Besides, he had no desire to see just how big his karmic debt was.

“Tell me about the dream,” he said, hoping to cut to the chase so he could catch a little more sleep before his body reminded him just how naked and warm she was.

“I was in the city. The same one from Chu’s book,” she said, pulling her knees up to her chest and holding the crystal in front of her. “The center was just like we saw, identical except there were people, thousands of people, walking through and living in the city.”

In the faint light of the crystal, he could just make out her face. She was completely enthralled in her story.

She held the crystal perpendicular by the point. “The crystal was placed at the top of the pyramid. Exactly the same as in the photo, with all the statues positioned around it. The crystal tilted, activated, and received, or sent, a transmission.”

“What kind of transmission? Like a communication?” he asked.

“I don’t know because you woke me up,” she said, pinning him with mock annoyance and smiling.

“Excuse me for trying to keep you alive,” he replied.

Her gaze lingered on his for a few moments, and he caught a flash of sadness. “It’s fine.”

It’s fine? Not even a thank-you. He’d be mad except he had a feeling she would question why he’d saved her. “You think the dream was real enough to trust?”

She nodded. “Definitely. I was there, I saw it work.”

Despite his best efforts, he found himself falling into the reincarnation gig. “Do you remember anything else about that lifetime?”

Reya closed her eyes for second. “No.”

She was a multidimensional being. You’d think that would come with some perks. “I thought you said they let you remember your past lives.”

“Parts of them,” she muttered. “Apparently, only the things that I need to work on.”

He really hoped he never had to remember his past. “Okay, so it’s a transmitter. Why would Surt want a transmitter?”

“I’m afraid that’s an Orson question,” she said, wrapping her arms around her long, bare legs. “We’ll need to call him.”

He had really hoped they wouldn’t need Orson again, because frankly, all he did was make Thane crazy. But it looked like he was also their only link to the netherworld.

Reya yawned. “Maybe I’ll dream about it some more.”

He had other ideas but he stuck with the important stuff. “If you stop breathing, I’m going to wake you up. I don’t care if you’re witnessing the big bang.”

She smiled brightly. “I didn’t think you cared.”

He cared more than he wanted to and far more than he should. “Look, I don’t even know why I woke up, but if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be talking. So until I’m sure that this was a fluke, we are stuck together like glue.”

“I’ll give you points for the original pick up line,” she said, smiling knowingly.

“It’s a keeper,” he said. “Back to bed.”

She slid over to her side of the bed and wrapped the covers around her. He tried a few different positions but nothing was convincing his body that it wasn’t getting sex right now. He didn’t know why she’d stopped breathing, and despite her assurances that she was immortal, he wasn’t exactly sure in which world she meant. There were so many. He was taking no chances, and it wasn’t just because he needed her to catch Surt. It was much more, went much deeper, and that’s the part that was going to keep him awake.

He finally settled on his side with his back to her. She turned her back to his. Their backs pressed together. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, close enough to hear her breathing. His erection was right there with him.

It was going to be a long night.

* * *

Martin stood in front of Ronald Smith.

The penthouse apartment was simple yet luxurious with a nice view of Manhattan. The floors were marble. The ceilings were tall and dotted with recessed lighting. A massive, art deco chandelier hung in the center. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed a bright, sunny day.

Why was he here again? He should be someplace else, but he couldn’t recall where.

“So they realize who I am,” Ronald Smith said, walking around his desk toward Martin. “Reya, no doubt. We used to be together. The name is Surt.”

Martin nodded, torn between his strange surroundings and the man who was talking like they’d known each other forever. How did he get here? He couldn’t remember.

Surt sat on the edge of the desk facing Martin, who was seated in a chair. “And they want you to gather information about me.”

“Yes,” Martin said. “I think.”

Surt smiled. His teeth were straight and white, but his eyes were black. “I will provide you with everything you need to know.”

“Thank you,” Martin said. Part of him wanted to leave, but then where would he go? Where was his car? What day was it?

“I want you to keep in close contact with them,” Surt said, drawing Martin back to the present. “And tell me everything you learn about what they’ve learned. What they are doing or planning to do. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course,” Martin said. He had a dull headache that circled his head like a crown. “Do you want me to call you?”

Surt stood up and walked back to his chair behind the desk. “That won’t be necessary. Just tell Charles.”

Martin frowned at the marble floor. Did he know a Charles? Nothing was coming to him. In fact, he couldn’t focus on anything. It was disorienting, but at the same time, it didn’t scare him. “Who is Charles?”

Surt sat down and hitched his head toward the door.

Martin turned around slowly, a feeling a dread coming over him. His skin crawled, and his stomach lurched. Chills raced up his spine as he raised his gaze.

By the door stood a black creature. A dwarf of a man. Or what used to be a man. Martin didn’t think he was a man anymore.

* * *

Orson nodded. “You did have a past life in Atlantis.”

Reya knew it. It was too real not to have happened. At least she wasn’t going crazy. Not yet. She held up the crystal. “This was there, too.”

He sat on the chair in the hotel room with his notebook on his lap. “Then it must have been there at the same time. Perhaps not that exact one, but one with similar energy.”

Thane was lying across one of the beds with his hands behind his bed. “Reya thinks it was used as a transmitter. Like for communication.”

“That’s very possible,” Orson said. “Crystals of this purity were used for many things on Atlantis. Data storage, healing, astral travel, movement between dimensions, teleportation, energy transmission, and communication.”

She frowned at him. “You didn’t mention any of that before.”

He shrugged. “I know a lot. You didn’t ask.”

Thane gave her an unhappy look, but didn’t say anything. He was on his best behavior, and she appreciated not playing referee between them. She wondered if it had to do with sex. It had definitely helped her mood.

“Which one of those does Surt want to use this for? Which one couldn’t he get himself?” she asked.

“He wouldn’t care about data storage,” Orson said. “Or healing, astral travel, or teleportation. And he can already move between dimensions.”

“That leaves us with energy transmission and communications,” Thane said. “Tell me, could he disable the grid with this thing?”

That scenario had been haunting Reya but she didn’t want to believe it could happen, or be allowed to happen, again.

Orson shook his head. “Hard to tell. It would depend on the crystal. You wouldn’t know unless you tried it.”

“Would a Gridworker be able to tell?” Thane pressed.

“Only if they’d been activated,” Orson said. “We don’t have any activated yet.”

Reya sighed. “Can’t you just turn one on? For like a few minutes?”

Orson smiled his patient smile. “There’s no turning it off. It wouldn’t be right to do that to anyone without proper preparation.”

“But it’s perfectly fine for Surt to burn them in droves,” Thane said, his tone steely. He sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, looking bigger with every move.

“No,” Orson said. “That’s not fine. We want to stop that.”

Thane drilled Orson with a stare that would have terrified a normal man, but Orson wasn’t normal, or a man. He was beyond all that, and he didn’t flinch.

“Okay, let’s try this one,” Thane said. “Would Surt be able to transmit negative energy through it?”

“Not likely.”

Reya felt her mouth drop. “Not likely? Because last I knew, only light could go through the grid. Not likely wasn’t even on the table.”

“Negative energy wouldn’t be able to go through it,” Orson said.

She raised her eyebrows. “But?”

“It could damage the grid,” Orson relented. “The grid has been greatly weakened in the past few days.”

“So all he needs is the crystal to break it,” Thane said, crossing his arms.

Reya shook her head in disbelief. How come the only ironclad laws were aimed at her? All the other ones seemed completely negotiable.

“No,” Orson said. “He’d have to have the pyramid to do anything with the crystal. They go together.”

She was so afraid he was going to say something like that. “Where’s the nearest pyramid?”

Orson pursed his lips. “You aren’t going to like this.”

Thane laughed. “Let me guess, you don’t know.”

“It was lost a very long time ago,” he said.

“How do you lose a pyramid, Orson?” Reya asked.

He looked at her. “You hide it in the biggest city in the world?”

* * *

Thane didn’t want to think about some kind of ticking time bomb under his city, but things were leaning that way. They walked through the building to Jim’s office. He’d called this morning to say he had something. Now Thane was kind of hoping it was nothing.

How did this get so big so fast? Surt had to be pushing the buttons. If he had the same abilities that Reya did, that would make sense. Reya had a moral compass that gave her discretion and restraint over her sizable powers. Surt, not so much.

Speaking of Reya, she looked rested and ready to rumble this morning as she walked beside him. She’d breathed normally the rest of the night, and he knew that because he’d spent it wide awake. It had given him time to contemplate his life. Aside from his parents, Reya, and a few close friends, it ended up being a mostly discouraging exercise. It made him wonder why he’d even bothered to come back again. The only reason he could think of was to stop Surt. Turned out it was a damn good reason.

The city had woken quietly this morning and there had been no new deaths last night, but the city remained on edge. People had no idea what was lurking around the corner, or worse, under their feet.

He wanted to shake each and every one of them by the shoulders, and say, “Wake up. It’s just beginning.”

He’d probably get committed for doing that though.

Jim launched out of his chair to greet them when they showed up at his office door. He was animated and far too happy for this early in the morning. Few other people were around.

“Let me tell you, this was a challenge,” he said with a wide grin and pulled them into his office. “I don’t usually spend so much time trying to figure something out. It was really awesome.”

Jim closed the door behind him and motioned to two chairs. He turned the computer monitor around so they could see it and sat down. “Okay, so this is the first image you gave me. I scanned it and cleaned it up a little, and then rerendered the lines so they were straighter and proportional.”

A 3-D image came up and rotated slowly on the screen.

“No matter how I placed it, it wouldn’t match up to any maps of the city or the surrounding areas or pretty much any civilized nation,” Jim said. “I flattened it at every point, I cropped it, I spun it. Nothing matched. At least not close enough to raise any flags.”

As Jim talked, Thane watched him. He looked pretty scruffy. Plus there was a pile of empty coffee cups and take-out containers strewn across the desk. “Have you been here for the past two days working on this?”

Jim nodded, his movements a little jerky and overshot. “Yeah. I couldn’t leave. It was like a calling.”

Thane eyed Reya, who raised her eyebrows and smiled. The angel strikes again.

Jim continued, “Then I thought, forget the maps. Let’s see if there’s anything in the design itself.”

He clicked the mouse a few times on a dropdown menu, and the rendering changed dramatically. “I thought maybe there was more to this thing than what was here, maybe this was just a section of something much more complex. So I let the program organically replicate the characteristics of the original form.”

Long lines began to grow out of the original form, reaching out and curving around back into itself. The image expanded from the center out to a full-blown and complex geometric shape.

When it was done, Jim pointed to it. “This image has hundreds of vertices, pentagrams, and dodecahedrons. Roughly speaking, this is a Metatron’s Cube.”

“Geometry?” Thane asked.

“Exactly,” Jim said. “Imagine my surprise!”

Reya shook her head. “Does it tell us anything?”

“Nothing yet,” Jim said and did more fast clicking on the screen. “Until I added the other two images in the program. I did the same thing with those.”

The second image started as a sort of seed, and then blossomed into another intricate pattern. More geometry. Then the third joined them. They were the missing pieces Stewart had mentioned. Thane watched in rapt attention.

When the three merged, the center lit up where they matched. There were points within a circle at the top connected to a rectangle underneath, then a triangle with a line pointed downward. Within the body of the symbol were multiple triangles and circles.

“It’s a crystal,” Reya said softly.

Jim looked at it and cocked his head to the side. “I suppose. It’s actually called the Tree of Life.”

“Does that fit into a map?” Thane asked.

“Not yet,” Jim said and pointed at the screen. “But look at this. This isn’t random. Someone planted this in your drawings. Someone who knew complex geometry and mathematics. Just this much is fascinating.”

Thane felt the disappointment to his bones. With Surt breathing down their necks, he’d hoped for an answer, a location, something. “Do you think there’s more to this?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m going to run this through my maps database. I just need another day, and I’ll have it,” he replied. “Although I probably should go home tonight. My wife is ready to divorce me.”

“Thank you.” Reya stood up first. “Concentrate your searches on the city.”

Jim got to his feet and shook her hand. “Will do.”

“We really appreciate the help,” Thane told him. Then he and Reya left empty-handed.

“So we have nothing,” Reya said once they were outside.

“We have the Tree of Life, which looks a lot like our crystal. It must mean something,” Thane said, trying to sound more hopeful than he felt. He realized that he always felt better standing next to Reya. So what was going to happen when she left for her destiny and he left for whatever his was? He decided not to go there.

Morning sun streamed between towers of buildings. Car horns created a kind of city symphony. Steam rose from the sewers. They stood on the sidewalk and watched the world move.

“How would you hide a pyramid in a city?” Reya asked aloud. “It would stick out.”

“You’d think,” he said. “Maybe it’s really small.”

Reya shook her head. “No, it would have to be in proportion to the crystal, probably close to the size of the one in my dream. About ten feet across at the base and six feet tall.”

Thane thought about that. “On top of a building?”

“Perhaps,” Reya said, nodding as she warmed to the idea. “How would we find that?”

He smiled. “Ever been to the Top of the Rock?”

Chapter Eighteen

Reya peered through a pair of binoculars from the seventieth floor of the GE Building. They’d been here for almost two hours, both of them scouring tops of buildings from every angle for the elusive pyramid.

She felt Thane come up next to her. “Any luck?”

“Nothing,” she said, putting down the binoculars. “Talk about a needle in a haystack. You?”

He shook his head. Reya frowned. Maybe a helicopter would work.

Thane’s cell phone rang, and he answered it. “Yeah.”

He nodded a few times, his expression turning more serious as the one-way conversation progressed. “You’re sure about that?”

More nodding. Reya could hear Martin’s voice, but not what he was saying. Part of her hoped he’d located Ronald Smith. Part of her never wanted to face Surt again. Wishing wouldn’t change the fact that a battle was inevitable and soon. She just wished she had more ammo.

“We’re on the search for a pyramid,” Thane said. “Getting nowhere fast.” A pause. “Why? Because we think it’s linked to the location.”

Reya watched Thane’s demeanor change as he went on edge. It wasn’t about Surt. For Surt news, he’d get angry. This was different. This was unease.

Thane frowned deeply. “Sure, when?”

His eyes met Reya’s, and she could see the concern in them. What could possibly unsettle Thane Driscoll?

“We’ll be there in an hour. Thanks, Martin.” Then he hung up.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Ronald Smith’s residence is in Queens. However, he hasn’t been seen at that address since this all began. He works as a salesman for a company that makes church candles. Donates to charities. Volunteers in soup kitchens. A real saint.”

“My ass,” Reya muttered and headed for the building elevator. “He probably stole someone’s identity. Can we find him?”

“Martin said they haven’t had any luck yet. The guy just shows up wherever he’s needed. Maybe he’s psychic.”

More like he’s psycho. “Can we get on the list of people he calls when Smith makes an appearance?”

“Already are,” Thane said, sounding distracted.

She eyed him. “What is it?”

They got into the elevator alone and the doors closed. Thane was quiet for a moment. Then he shrugged and stared at the floor numbers. “I don’t know. Something feels wrong. Off. More than usual. Probably just being paranoid.”

Reya felt the tension simmering in Thane. He might be worried about nothing, but she doubted it. He had good instincts. She patted the crystal in her pocket, just to make sure. It felt warm and exuded energy. She was glad to have it. “So where are we going?”

“To meet Martin at the bar for lunch.”

* * *

The old panhandler sat on his piece of cardboard against the brick wall in the back alley of the bar. It was early by his standards, but he had had good luck with the late lunch crowd lately. He took a drink from a bottle of whiskey and tucked it back into his pocket. Wouldn’t want people thinking he was a drunk.

A man walked down the alley toward him. He looked familiar, and the old man blinked when he recognized him. It was the good man from the other night. He wore jeans and a jacket now, but it was the same guy.

He got to his feet using a nearby trash can for support. “Hey, man. You okay?”

The handsome man gave him a surly look. “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, I was here the other night.” Then he grinned. “You gave me a ten. Don’t suppose you have another one of those?”

The man glared at him until he stopped smiling. A chill settled over him as he looked into black eyes. They didn’t look like the same eyes. It was like he had no soul.

“What exactly did you see the other night?” he asked, moving closer to the old man.

Cold fear invaded his gut, just like it had the other night. He backed up and held up his hands. “Nothin’. I didn’t see nothin’.”

“I don’t believe you,” the nice man said, backing him up to a big steel Dumpster. “You saw them.”

He shook his head, terror gripping him. “No. I didn’t—”

The nice man grabbed him by the throat with lightning-fast speed and squeezed. The drunk froze in shock, and gripped the man’s forearms with his hands. They were cold as ice. He felt intense pressure around his neck, and then heard bones crack. His throat closed up, and he clawed at the man’s hands. His legs buckled, and the strength drained from his hands. He tried to make a sound, but nothing came out. The nice man’s face was distorted and dark. The darkness grew until that’s all he could see.

The next thing he knew, he was standing outside looking down at his own body and watching the nice man go through his pockets.

It wasn’t really his body anymore, just a shell. Like a heavy coat you wear when it’s cold.

Then he looked at the man who killed, and now ignored, him.

Why had he done that? There was no reason. He was simply an old drunk. Why murder him?

The killer looked up and down the alley before picking up the body and throwing it into the Dumpster. He tossed a bunch of empty cardboard boxes over the body and slammed the cover of it. Then he adjusted his jacket and went through the back door into the bar.

* * *

Thane was trying to ignore the free-floating anxiety he’d been feeling since Martin called. The bar seemed normal, but for some reason, the whispers were louder than usual. They were all sitting in a booth in the bar after having lunch. They’d discussed the latest developments, including what Jim had provided.

“So a pyramid, huh?” Martin said, taking the odd bit of news with surprising ease.

“Any idea where you’d hide a ten-by-ten-by-six-foot granite pyramid in this town?” Reya asked.

Martin took a drink of beer. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s in plain sight. Have you checked the landmarks? Statues? Fountains? We have a bunch of those.”

“Good idea,” Reya said.

“Too bad Jim couldn’t come up with more than that,” Martin said to Thane.

Thane nodded and stared at him. There was something different about him. He looked the same, he talked the same, he acted the same. So what was wrong? If Reya was picking it up, she wasn’t showing it. Were his legacy abilities just messing with him?

“What’s your next step with Smith?” Thane asked him.

Martin replied, “Trying to keep track of his whereabouts, who he talks to. See if I can find anything unusual. I can’t really put a tail on him since he’s the savior and all.”

Thane was struck by the way he said it. “You have to be careful around him.”

Reya added, “He is very powerful and very manipulative.”

“You sound like you speak from experience,” Martin said.

She cocked her head slightly, and Thane realized she saw something, too. Once they were outside, he’d tell her his suspicions.

Thane’s cell phone rang, and he answered it. Jim was on the other end, sounding very excited. “You gotta come to my office right now. I found it. I got a perfect fit.”

Thane glanced up at Reya and Martin, who were both watching him. “Thank you. That’s fine.”

He didn’t wait for Jim to answer. He pressed the End call button, and pocketed his phone. “Hotel. We left the TV on, and they asked if it was okay to shut it off.”

Reya eyed him curiously. She knew they hadn’t left the TV on. “Okay.”

Thane finished his beer and tossed a couple twenties on the table to cover lunch. “We need to go. You probably have to get back to work.”

Martin looked a little startled. “Right. Right. Yeah. So you’ll let me know if you find anything else?”

Thane stood up and let Reya out of the booth. “I’ll call you. Thanks for the info on Smith.”

“Anytime,” Martin said with a smile.

Thane led Reya out of the bar, and she stopped on the sidewalk in front. “What was the hotel thing about?”

He checked to see if Martin was behind them. “Jim found something.”

She frowned at him. “Why didn’t you say that in the bar?”

“Because I didn’t want to tell Martin,” he said.

“There’s something wrong with Martin, isn’t there?” she asked, watching him.

He had nothing but a gut feeling that was beginning to really roll. It was a poor basis for an allegation of his best friend and partner. He was about to tell her that, when she turned her attention to the alley next to the bar.

“Wait here,” she said suddenly and walked toward the alley. That’s when Thane saw the dead guy.

* * *

The old drunk motioned to her to follow him into the alleyway. She could see him, he knew it, and he was relieved when she noticed him. She was made of light. She was safe. She wouldn’t hurt him. There was another man with her, but he was staying back. That was good. His light wasn’t so bright.

“I’m Reya,” she said, speaking directly to him. “Are you okay?”

“Why did he do it?” he asked her, relieved that someone finally heard him. He’d been trying to talk to everyone. That’s when he realized he was really dead. “Why would he kill me? What did I do?”

She was gentle with her response. “You didn’t do anything wrong. How long have you been here?”

He didn’t know.

“Has the sun gone down yet?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No. It-it happened today. Right here.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry. Do you want to go into the light?”

“No,” he said, feeling frustrated. “I want to know why I’m dead.”

She gave him a smile. “You may not be able to find out until you leave here.”

“I know what he looks like,” he said, grasping. “He was really nice at first. Even gave me money. Then they came after him.”

The woman went very still. “Who?”

“Bats,” he said. “They attacked him and the next time, he was…different. Mean. He killed me.”

“What did your killer look like?”

The drunk thought. “Tall, middle-aged, brown hair.”

She pressed her lips together. “That covers a lot of men.”

She was right, but he couldn’t leave yet. “I want to find him. It’s important. I don’t know why.”

She said, “You can stay, but don’t wait forever.”

He would do that. He’d wait and watch. “Okay.”

* * *

“Did you see his body?” Thane asked her as they drove to Jim’s office.

“No, but it was certainly a violent exit. I’m not sure he’s fully coherent though. He seems confused,” Reya said. “He mentioned bats attacking his killer, but then the killer came back.”

“As in hellraiders?”

“Sounds like them.”

“So you think Surt is involved?”

“Yes.” Reya frowned. “I can’t figure out why he’d bother though. No offense to the deceased, but he was a panhandler. He wasn’t a Gridworker or anything.”

“Maybe he got in the way,” Thane offered.

“Perhaps,” she said, deep in thought. “He’s going to wait here in case his killer comes back. Unless he decides to go into the light. Then he’ll return to the spirit world and we won’t have a line on him anymore.”

Thane had given up on any semblance of a normal conversation. “I saw him standing there.”

Reya’s eyebrows rose. She knew it meant his legacy abilities were increasing. “Are you okay with that?”

“Do I have a choice?”

She shook her head. “No.”

As he suspected. “What happens if they find his body? Can he still stay?”

She nodded. “It’s just a shell.”

He didn’t like the way she said it. Frankly, he kind of liked his body and all the things it could do, especially with her. “So what’s the point of it? Why not just have everyone float around?”

Reya smirked at him. “Can’t experience the physical world without a body.”

He grinned. “It has its perks.”

“I particularly like the sex,” she said, and he nearly drove off the road.

“Please tell me there’s sex in other dimensions,” he asked.

“Whenever you want and with whomever you want,” she replied. “There’s no marriage, no divorce, no strings, no regrets.”

“You make it sound like one big orgy,” he said.

She shrugged. “Morality is man’s invention. Along with organized religion, laws, and pretty much every bad idea ever conceived.”

He wasn’t going to argue about religion or the morality of sex, but he definitely had an issue with laws. “We need laws.”

“No, you need a heart,” Reya replied. “If you have love, you don’t need man’s laws.”

He’d been a cop long enough to know firsthand how long humanity would survive without laws. “The only way everyone would have a heart if they became saints. And that’s never going to happen.”

She stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. She knew.

“Will that ever happen, Reya?” he asked, point blank.

She blinked once. “Not saints exactly, but in your context, yes. Someday, believe it or not, all this will change. It’ll be good.”

He took that with mixed emotions. He’d be out of a job in exchange for world peace. He could live with that. If that actually occurred at all. Because so far, he hadn’t been impressed with the whole cosmic system.

“Will I see it happen here?”

Reya’s expression tightened as she turned to look into his eyes. The sadness was there, firmly in place. Thane held his breath, unsure of how he’d react, whichever way the answer went.

“I don’t think either of us will,” she finally said.

He hadn’t expected that. It didn’t even make sense. He was going to die someday, but she was immortal. How could she not be part of it?

“You’ll make it,” he said.

She gave him a little smile, but her eyes told a different story. She didn’t believe she would, even after everything she’d done here. All the sacrifice. If she didn’t make it, he wouldn’t have a prayer.

Thane rounded the block and saw people streaming out of the front doors of Jim’s building at a dead run, looking terrified. Alarms rang. The sky darkened. Thane heard the hellraiders even before he came to a full stop.

Jim.

Thane pulled the car over and raced for the building, with Reya right behind him. Overhead, the afternoon sky turned black, and he sucked thick air into his lungs.

They were here for Jim, he felt it. He yelled over his shoulder at Reya, “Upstairs. Jim’s office.”

“Let me clear the way,” she yelled back, passing him in the long hallway. Office workers were diving for cover, and dust swirled in mini-vortexes. The floor shook under their feet. They ran up the three flights of open stairs and out into the fourth-floor hallway.

Black creatures where flying down the corridor, knocking everything out of their way. Most of the people had already escaped. Abandoned carts and papers littered the floor. Someone tripped the fire alarm, which only added to the chaos.

Reya headed in the same direction as the creatures—toward Jim’s office—and Thane had a very bad feeling. She plowed through them with her staff, sending pieces of hellraiders into the mix. Thane swung at them, surprised to see them explode on contact with his hands. They both came to a stop just outside Jim’s door and were promptly surrounded by black wings, which Reya dispatched in a flurry.

Then they were gone, as quickly as they had appeared. Sulfur and ash hung in the air like a thick blanket. Fire alarms echoed through the hallways and offices. Sirens wailed in the distance, heading their way.

Then afternoon sun flashed once and spilled through the windows as if someone had flipped a switch. The eerie stillness was broken only by panicked workers escaping the building.

“Did they just show themselves to everyone?” he asked her.

“Yes, and I can’t help but wonder why.” Reya folded up the staff and stepped into Jim’s office. Thane entered behind her. The room was completely trashed—a tangle of overturned chairs, computers, wires, and paper.

They found Jim lying faceup on the floor behind his desk with his eyes open wide and frozen.

“Oh, shit,” Thane said.

His friend’s body was ripped to shreds. Blood spattered the walls and ceiling and pooled on the floor. Thane squatted beside him, feeling sick with guilt. This was his fault. They must have known Jim was helping them. Why the fuck hadn’t the Universe stopped this from happening? How could they just stand by and watch?

“We don’t have a lot of time,” Reya said behind him.

He knew that. He just wanted to…what? Apologize to Jim?

“Is he still here?” he asked Reya.

“No. He’s already gone. He knew his way back. He must have been an experienced soul.”

As far as Thane was concerned, he had been good man who gave his life to help save this city. If he told Reya that, she’d say that this was part of Jim’s contract. That he had agreed to die like this before he even entered this body. But it didn’t make Thane feel any better.

The Universe may not care about pain or suffering or horrific deaths, but he did. Jim had been a person. He had a family. He had a life. His death would bring heartache and pain to the ones who did nothing worse than love him. Friends and family would grieve, even if it had been all planned out ahead of time. The suffering was here. This was not some game or some illusion. This was a real life, and it had been snuffed out way before its time.

“Thank you, Jim,” he said softly.

He was about to get up when he noticed something in Jim’s hand. He reached over and pried open bloody dead fingers to find a flash drive.

Chapter Nineteen

You were supposed to get the location, not kill him,” Surt said through clenched teeth.

Courbet shrugged. “He wouldn’t give it up.”

Surt steamed around his desk and up into Courbet’s face. “So basically, you exposed us unnecessarily for nothing.”

The fat man winced. “This is hard, boss.”

“Hard?” Surt yelled. “Only for an idiot. Thanks to you, I now have to deal with the sightings of my hellraiders. I’ve already had three calls.”

“Just tell them they were bats,” Courbet said.

“You’re fired,” Surt said. “Get out of my office.”

He frowned deeply and snarled a little as he stomped out.

“You are now my second in command.”

Martin stepped out from the shadows. “Yes, sir.”

“Follow them,” Surt said. “Find out the location. And contact me when they get close.”

Martin nodded. He could do that. He knew Thane well. He knew how he would react to situations. Knew his weaknesses and strengths. He would be a good second in command.

Surt walked up to him and stood directly in front of him. He was shorter than Martin and cold radiated from his body.

“You need to be more powerful,” Surt said. “I need to be able to see through you.”

“How can you do that?” Martin asked.

“Like this.” And then Surt thrust his hand deep into Martin’s eyes, and Martin screamed.

* * *

Reya put the USB flash drive into the Internet café computer hoping against all hope that it wasn’t empty. “Let’s find what Jim died for, if anything.”

Thane sat down next to her, watching the local news on the TV hanging in a corner. Flying demons were the lead story.

“I still can’t believe they showed themselves,” she said quietly.

Thane nodded. “Surt must be getting sloppy.”

“No,” she said firmly. “He’s a lot of things, but sloppy is not one of them. Someone screwed up.”

To her relief, files popped up on the flash drive search. They were time-stamped an hour ago. Image files, some of them big. A few text documents. There was one file with a KML extension. She did an Internet search on KML files. They were Google Earth files. Hope soared. “We have files, but I don’t want to view or print them here,” she told Thane and pulled out the flash drive. “Chu has a computer and printer.”

They both stood up to leave and Ronald Smith’s face appeared on the TV.

“I have surveyed the crime scene,” he said, looking directly into the camera. “As with the other victims, he was a kind man. Churchgoing. One of the faithful. A lot of good that did him.”

“What is he up to?” Thane asked under his breath.

Reya shook her head. “What is he doing, admitting the victims were all good people?”

Thane said, “Because it’s enough.”

“Enough for what?”

Thane gazed at her. “Enough to keep people from being good.”

She sighed. Bastard. She hated Surt, and she didn’t care what the fuck was in his contract. She should have killed him when she had the chance. “Let’s go see Chu.”

* * *

It took them an hour to get to Chu’s place because of the craziness in the streets. Everyone was riled up. The tension was palpable. Looting had erupted in broad daylight. Cabs crashed into each other. People got into fights in the streets for no reason. It seemed like every siren in the city was blaring.

His apartment was quiet for a change, and Chu let them in himself. “Back so soon?”

Reya smiled. “We need a computer and printer.”

“Sure,” he said and led the way to his office. “Don’t suppose you know anything about the sighting of black flying creatures that kill?”

“Surt’s hellraiders,” Reya said.

Chu hit the lights. “I thought so.”

He pulled a laptop out from under a pile of books. They set it up on his desk under the light.

Chu asked, “How about something to drink?”

Thane said, “That’d be great.”

“Be right back,” he said and left.

Reya powered up the machine. “We should call Orson.”

“For what?” Thane asked, pulling up a chair beside her and dropping into it. “Tell me, do you think he really doesn’t know everything, or is he just screwing with us?”

She’d wondered that herself. Orson had always been her mentor, prodding her along with lessons that she didn’t even realize he was teaching. Maybe this was one of those times, but she really hoped not. She hoped that she was not the cause or effect of this crisis.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” she said.

Chu came in with three sodas and handed them out. He stood behind Thane and took a drink of his. “Where are we now?” Chu asked.

“We know that Surt is involved,” Reya said as she waited for Google Earth to install. “We know the symbols generate the Tree of Life. We know that Surt is Roger Smith—”

“No,” Chu gasped. “The guy on TV?”

“The same,” Thane said.

“Damn,” Chu said, waving a hand in defeat. “Just when I thought things were getting better since there haven’t been as many new burn victims.”

“They’re all Gridworkers,” Reya told Chu. “He’s trying to weaken the grid.”

“Or control it,” Thane said.

“Or do something in between,” Reya said.

She opened the drive and the list of files appeared. Reya opened each file one by one. There were the multiple CAD renderings of the symbol, the hits on the Tree of Life symbol, and maps that Jim had used. Then she figured out how to view Jim’s KML file in Google Earth. It took a while but she was finally able to pull up a global view of the Earth. Reya spun it to display the eastern side of North America and clicked on Jim’s file. Lines crisscrossed the United States, some intersecting in starbursts of lines.

“Is that the energy grid?” Thane asked.

She scanned the globe. “I think so.”

“Jim knew about the energy grid?” Thane asked.

“He might not have known what it was. Maybe he just thought it was geometry,” she said and zoomed into the New York City vicinity. The Tree of Life appeared laid out on top of Manhattan and the nearby area. Red dots marked where the lines intersected in multiple places across White Plains, the Bronx, and Manhattan. There was no other helpful information. “Which one is the location?”

“Looks like we’ll have to check them all out,” Thane said. “Nothing is ever easy.”

“If it was easy, Surt would have already figured it out,” Chu pointed out.

Reya realized he was exactly right. “He doesn’t know where it is.”

“And that’s why Jim’s dead,” Thane noted.

Exactly. To Surt, Jim was nothing more than a means to an end.

Thane stood up and rolled his shoulders. “You think he’s letting us find it for him?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice full of disgust. It would explain why they hadn’t been attacked recently. “That’s exactly what he would do.”

“But then how would he know if we found it? He can’t track us all the time.”

Good question. “He’ll find a way. Chu, can I use your printer?”

“Sure,” he said. “You two want to stay here? I got a spare room upstairs.”

Reya looked at Thane. It beat a hotel room. She warned him, “Surt’s watching us.”

Chu shrugged. “Surt’s watching everyone.”

He had a point. “Deal.”

* * *

Traffic was worse than Thane had ever seen and the cab ride to the first location was taking forever. Next to him, Reya was quiet but watchful of their surroundings. They’d ditched the rental car once they’d moved into Chu’s. Aside from the parking hassles, using cabs was easier for the kind of on-the-ground scouting they needed to do.

Knowing Surt was watching their every move meant Thane was closer to his revenge, but how it would play out, he didn’t know. If they found the pyramid, would Surt step in himself or would he just send one of his minions to do the job? Would Thane even get a shot at him? Did he give up everything for nothing? Despite all he’d learned about these worlds, he could see no justice.

His cell phone rang, and he checked the incoming number. It was Martin. He answered, “What’s up?”

Martin said, “I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help.”

“Nothing yet, thanks. Anything new on Smith?”

Reya turned to him and Thane held the phone out a little so she could hear the conversation.

Martin replied, “He’s pretty clean so far. I find it hard to believe he is who you say he is.”

Martin was starting to sound as though he liked Smith. “Trust me, he’s all that and more. How are things at the office?”

“Busy.”

Thane fought the urge to press. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel so antsy? “Wife, kids?”

“All fine. What are you two doing today?”

“Just following up a few leads,” he said vaguely. Thane noticed a breaking newscast playing on the taxi’s small TV. A church was burning. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, but keep in touch. I’m getting close to Smith.” Martin hung up.

“This is second attack in the last four hours,” said the female TV reporter, standing in front of a fully engulfed Methodist church. “So far, six victims have burst into flames while inside neighborhood churches. The fires spread so quickly that other parishioners were sometimes trapped and perished. We have reports of at least twenty people with injuries.”

Then she stopped and listened to her earpiece. “Another fire has just been reported at a Catholic church in the Bronx. We have a crew on the way. Back to the studio.”

The news anchor detailed the other fire, showing the skeleton of a church ablaze. The third church appeared moments later. The scenes were utter chaos with fire trucks, flashing lights, and firefighters trying to douse the infernos. It was like the structures were soaked in gasoline first. It was unnatural.

Reya whispered, “He’s targeting places of worship.”

And Martin hadn’t mentioned it. “No,” Thane said. “He’s targeting the churchgoers. People will be afraid to go to services, afraid to pray. They’ll stay away.”

Reya closed her eyes. “And the positive energy they create as a collective consciousness will stop feeding the grid. He’s found a way to weaken it even more.”

She was right about Surt. He wouldn’t give up. Thane had dealt with drug dealers, gangs, and serial killers. Surt made them look like Boy Scouts. “You didn’t mention what a real bastard he is. Did you know?”

She frowned at him. “Of course not.”

Thane waited. There was more. There was always more when it came to relationships.

Reya sighed. “All the time I knew him, I had no idea he was such a monster. Never saw the greed.”

Thane believed her. “People change.”

She shook her head slowly. “I think he was always like that. I just never saw it. Or I didn’t want to see it. Or maybe I wanted to think I could change him.”

She turned to him, her eyes full of regret. “He had a vision. He wanted to forget all the rules and just enjoy being a limitless soul. He used to say that it was a big game and that it was fixed by the spirit council. Why spend all your time trying to get back to the light? Why not enjoy the gifts you’re given? It made sense to me.”

It did make sense. Thane said, “Sounds like the way I feel.”

“Yes. And you’d be right. You have free will. You can choose that if you want. Be whatever you want to be for as long as you want to be it. The problem starts when you take the choice away from others.”

Thane actually understood that. “Like Surt.”

“Yes,” she said. “I didn’t agree with all the rules and goody-goody crap. Back then, all I wanted was to be the best person I could be without being phony or hypocritical. So I followed Surt to the other side.”

Thane waited while she found the words. This was important to her. He doubted she’d ever told anyone before. He felt somehow honored.

She smiled. “At first, it was fun. We partied and messed with the living and didn’t reincarnate. Didn’t take classes, didn’t review our past lives to see our mistakes and weaknesses, didn’t abide by any of the laws or rules. We just had a blast.”

Then her smile faded. “But after a while, I saw what he was truly capable of. If someone didn’t agree with him, he’d destroy them. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally and socially. The more power he got, the crueler he became. That’s when I realized that he was using me just like he used everyone else. He was using our energy to serve his own goals.”

Thane reached out and turned her face toward him. “You did the right thing.”

“It cost me a lot, following him,” she said. “Lifetimes. Lessons. Getting back on track has been harder than anything I’ve ever done. But Surt is still gaining power, and I helped him get where he is.”

And that explained a lot. Why she was working so hard to stop him. Why she pushed through failure after failure. Why she’d face hellraiders and worse.

“This isn’t your fault,” Thane told her.

“I had the chance to stop him. I had the chance to send him back, and I didn’t.”

“Not your call,” he told her.

She smirked a little. “Wow. That means practically nothing coming from you.”

He brushed her hair off her face. “You’re a far better person than I’ll ever be.”

“Never too late to start,” she said.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

Sadness swept her features for a moment before she turned back to the television, which showed flames feeding on another church. “What are we going to do about this?”

“There’s only one way to stop him. Let him come to us.”

* * *

From the street, Reya scanned Battery Park with binoculars. Not a pyramid in sight. “It wouldn’t be here. This entire site was built on a fort. I think someone would have noticed a big old pyramid.”

Thane nodded. “I can’t imagine anyone not noticing a big old pyramid anywhere in this city.”

That had become apparent to her as well. What if the structure was buried somewhere underground? They’d never find it. What would Surt do then? Kill everyone?

Thane said, “I think we can safely take this one off the list. Where to next?”

She pulled out her map. “East of Central Park. Around Second Avenue and East Ninety-Sixth.”

They hailed a cab and took the long drive uptown. Thane was quiet, and Reya wondered if she’d spilled her guts a little too much. What would it matter? It’s not like she was going to marry him or anything. This was temporary. Besides, it felt good telling someone. Orson would have turned it into a lesson, then she would have threatened to kill him, and it would have ruined the whole thing.

“Martin’s still pissed at me,” Thane said out of the blue.

Reya blinked at him. “How do you know that?”

“Nothing specific,” he said and shrugged. “He’s probably still mad at me for bailing on him.”

“I wouldn’t call it bailing,” she said. “We’re a lot closer than you and Martin would have gotten.”

He looked at her, and she held his eyes. For the first time, she realized that his soul light wasn’t as dark. It was probably more than she should hope for. He was a long way from being redeemed.

“Or maybe he’s jealous that I get to work with a beautiful woman,” he said with a grin.

“And he should be,” she quipped.

Their eyes locked for a little too long, and Reya felt the flutter in her belly. Thane had his thigh next to hers, and she was acutely aware of the warmth and power. She realized that she wanted more. Wanted something permanent. But wanting and getting were two different things. They existed in worlds apart.

The cabbie dropped them off in the middle of buildings on the east side of Central Park. After two hours of wandering around, Reya was convinced that they were in the wrong place.

Reya sat on a bench in a small park surrounded by streets and traffic. They were in the middle of the freakin’ city. Every inch of this town had been trampled by millions of feet. How were they supposed to find a pyramid? She opened the map again and looked it over. “Are we missing something, or was Jim just totally off?”

Thane stood in front of her, looking over the location. “It would have been nice if he’d left us some notes with his map.”

Maybe it wasn’t too late for that, Reya thought. It was worth a shot. “Orson!”

He appeared instantly next to her on the bench, and she frowned. “What, were you waiting around for me to call?”

He smiled. “Of course.”

“Right,” she muttered. She suspected it was more like he was on his best behavior around Thane.

Thane addressed him coolly. “Orson.”

Orson smiled up at him. “You look different, Thane.”

Thane cut his gaze to her. “What does that mean?”

She had no idea, but she didn’t call Orson to start a pissing match. She held the paper up for Orson to see. “We need to talk to Jim about how to use this map. Can you put us in touch with him?”

“I’ll check,” Orson said as he started to write on his pad. He was soon lost in the connection with the other side. When he was like this, she knew better than to bother him. Especially when it was as important as this. Then Orson was quiet, apparently waiting for a response.

After a few moments, Thane walked over next to her and asked, “What is he doing?”

“Communicating,” she said.

“You’d think they’d give him a cell phone or something.”

She laughed. “He’s old school.”

Suddenly, Orson started scribbling madly on the notepad. His expression gave nothing away. When he stopped, he ripped off the sheet of paper and handed it to her.

She read the note with disappointment. “He is available, but he can’t remember.”

As she expected, Thane was not happy. He walked around her to face down Orson. “You’re holding out on us.”

“I’m not holding out on you,” Orson said calmly. “This is the truth.”

“You’re supposed to remember everything when you die. All your lives, all you’ve learned. That’s the whole point of all this crap, isn’t it?” He was getting angrier by the minute.

“That is true,” Orson said patiently and swept a hand toward the map. “But these are not the things that you remember.”

Thane looked at him in disgust. “You’re all worthless. It’s just a game to you. You want Surt to win so you can prolong the game and keep toying with us for your own entertainment.”

Orson said, “I assure you—”

“Don’t,” Thane said, cutting him off. “I can see for myself how this works. I don’t need you or anyone else to tell me what to believe.”

Reya tried to intercede. “It’s more than you see.”

He turned his ire on her. “Don’t defend what they’re doing. You of all people should know how this will end for humanity. I’m beginning to think that Surt was right.”

She inhaled sharply. That was not what she wanted to hear. Guilt raged over her. Why had she told him about Surt? Had she driven him to the other side?

Then Thane turned around and walked away. He stopped on the sidewalk in front of the intersection with his hands on his hips, fuming.

“You told him about Surt,” Orson observed.

“Yes, he deserved to know.”

“I agree,” Orson said. “I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful.”

She gripped the paper between her fingers. “Please, Orson. Don’t do this to teach me something. This isn’t another lesson to be learned. This affects billions of good souls.”

Orson turned to her, his expression one of complete compassion. “We wouldn’t do that—”

“Yes, you would,” she said. “You’ve done it before.”

Orson was quiet for a moment. “What would make you believe me?”

She eyed him. It was the first time he’d ever asked that. “You usually tell me to go on blind faith.”

He shrugged. “I think perhaps you need something more concrete.”

She appreciated the effort, but honestly, she didn’t need it. She had faith, just not in everything. “I won’t tolerate being used, Orson. I won’t allow you to punish all these people to prove something to me.”

His eyebrows rose slightly. “I see.”

“No, you don’t,” she said, feeling her righteousness blossom. “More than fifty people have died so far. Innocent, good people. Twelve churches have burned to the ground. Sanctuaries for the spiritual good. Keepers of the energy grid. This better not be because of me. I swear, I will leave, and I won’t come back.”

He pressed his lips together. “Where will you go?”

She had no idea, but it wouldn’t be here. “To the fringes.”

“That’s a drastic measure to take for all eternity,” he said.

“I don’t care.” And she didn’t. She couldn’t go back to the darkness, and she wouldn’t live in the light if this were what it meant. She’d skirt the edges and live happily ever after.

“I won’t give up on you,” Orson said.

“Then don’t let me down.”

Orson nodded toward Thane. “What about him?”

Reya felt her heart drop. “He saved my life the other night.”

“That’s a good start,” Orson said.

“Probably so he could use me to get to Surt,” she added. “But I understand and accept that.”

She felt Orson’s gaze settle on her. “You love him.”

Love. It was a funny thing. Fulfilling, at best. Fleeting, at worst. She was probably somewhere in between. “It doesn’t matter what I feel. It’s all an illusion anyway.”

Orson chuckled, and she turned to him. “What’s so funny?”

“You sound like me,” he said.

“Old?”

He laughed. “Yes, old. Ancient. And you are.”

She knew that, but it wouldn’t change the future. “I already know how it will end, Orson. That’s not wisdom. It’s just punishment.”

Orson started to say something, but there was a sudden flutter of wings overhead—a torrent coming down one of the streets, and Reya turned to the direction they were coming from.

Thane ran toward her. “Reya! Fire!”

Chapter Twenty

Thane crashed through the massive wooden doors of the church as the last few people streamed out, panic-stricken and shocked. In the center aisle of the church, he found a body, burned beyond recognition. The pews were ablaze, and suddenly, the fire raced up the carpeted center aisle toward the altar. Flames ignited the wooden cross in the center and two banners that hung on either side. Fire leapt from there to the exposed trusses overhead. In seconds, the entire place was burning.

This was no ordinary fire. This was demonic and driven, almost alive in its hunger to destroy. This was Surt.

Reya ran up next to him. “Is there anyone left in here?”

“I don’t know,” he said, and started coughing. His eyes watered from the smoke. The smoke was getting so thick, he couldn’t see his own hand. The heat didn’t bother him at all.

“Get out,” she yelled to him as she ran into the flames. He wanted to help, but the smoke made seeing impossible. He headed outside and was met with eerie silence. There were no horns blowing, no traffic, and no movement. A crowd of people stood shell-shocked on the sidewalks and in the street. The look of fear and horror on their faces hit him hard.

This was what Surt wanted all along. And the more churches he burned, the more powerful he became. The son of a bitch was winning. All Thane could do was stand there and watch. If it was the last thing he ever did, and it just might be, he’d stop Surt from destroying his city and the people in it.

The honk of fire engines pierced the quiet as Reya exited the church. She said, “I couldn’t find anyone else. Just the one soul.”

“Was his spirit still here?” Thane asked, amazed how natural it sounded.

“No, he’s gone.” She looked at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

His lungs had already cleared and his skin held no residual heat. Apparently, it paid to spend some time in Hell. “Never better.”

* * *

Thane was cleaning up in the bathroom down the hallway in Chu’s place, and Reya was sitting on the bed and flicking through the channels. They all showed burning buildings. The city was in a complete panic. People were avoiding spiritual places like the plague. All the while, Smith was noticeably absent, and speculation was rising that he had become a victim himself. They were going to martyr him for sure.

Surt must be in his fucking glory.

She and Thane, on the other hand, were getting nowhere fast. There were times in her past when she’d been down. Moments of acute loneliness and utter sorrow. Times when pain and grief overwhelmed her in waves too great to fight. When she’d given up hope. But nothing like this.

If they lost, Surt would win and take over humanity to do with he what wanted. There were other Earths, places were souls played out their roles and learned lessons the hard way. But she loved this stupid planet. It was beautiful and wild. The brave souls who came here understood how difficult it was. One life here was like a thousand lives on a less demanding planet. And yet, one life here wasn’t enough. These bodies, these brains, these emotions were addicting.

“That bad, huh?” Thane said.

She gave a quick smile. “Just great.”

He eyed her. “Now you’re scaring me.”

“How is Surt working in places of worship?” he asked and sat beside her on the bed. “I thought he couldn’t do that.”

“Maybe he’s planting the fire inside the victims before they enter sacred ground.”

Thane’s bare arm brushed hers as he settled in beside her, and her pulse surged at the instant spark between them.

“If he keeps this up, churches are going to be empty,” Thane said. “Will they still hold their power?”

She shook her head. “They’re just places. It’s the people who go there, who collectively pray and provide positive energy, that are the real power.”

“Maybe he’s using the Undecideds to get into the churches and start the fires.” Then he shook his head and looked at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I even said that.”

She laughed. He grinned back, and she was mesmerized by it. Despite her dejection, he managed to bring her back to a reality she could live with. Humor ignited in the silence that stretched between them.

She turned to face him and noticed how still he became. Her body aligned with his, drawn to him. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to. His eyes were dark as she threw her leg over his thighs to straddle him. Steamy need built quickly between them as they wordlessly locked eyes. She could feel him harden; see the way his gaze intensified. When she skimmed his lips with hers, his hands gripped her waist, and fiery anticipation rose swiftly in her core.

His thumbs caressed her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt, sending anticipation through her nerve endings. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the marvel of sensations of this body and this physical plane. It was why souls kept coming back. For the joy, for the love. It was worth dying over and over for.

He lifted her shirt up over her head and cast it aside. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, every touch slow and deliberate. His palms covered her breasts as he kissed her again, deeper this time. She explored the taut muscles in his arms and shoulders. All the while, her body was singing with a sweet vibration that would only get sweeter, if only for a moment in time. Just as it had happened between them before.

Did he know that? She doubted it. He was firmly grounded here.

And yet even as she kissed him, she knew this wasn’t reality. It was only temporary. That’s the way it worked.

But Thane’s powerful body felt real. His lips on hers were firm and tender. The way his soul lit up when he focused on her and her alone, the way their bodies connected and moved together—that was real. No one could take that from her. No one could erase this experience from her record. It belonged to her.

She sank her fingers into his skin, gripping him tightly. He growled and held her closer until they became one—inseparable in spirit. Every movement, every sensation, and every touch she committed to her eternal memory. Thane was hers for this moment and, therefore, for always, no matter where their paths led them.

I want this forever, she thought suddenly. Please.

No one answered. She knew no one would.

She fought back the tears from the raw truth of it all, of a destiny she walked alone.

* * *

Thane’s phone rang at 5:32 a.m. He was tangled up with Reya and the sheets, but managed to find it in the dark on the nightstand.

The light of the screen blinded him as he answered. “Yeah.”

“Is this Thane Driscoll?” a man asked.

He frowned. “Yes, who is this?”

Reya stirred and lifted her head to look at him.

“This is Dr. Bergen at Mount Sinai Hospital. We have your mother here.”

Thane sat up in bed with a rush of adrenaline. “Is she okay?”

“You need to come in immediately. We can talk more then.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, and hung up.

He turned the light on and searched for his clothes.

“It’s your mother?” Reya asked, getting out of bed.

“Yeah, she’s in the hospital,” he said. “We need to get down there.” It sounded serious, but he didn’t tell her that. He didn’t want to admit it to himself.

It took fifteen minutes to get there, and another five before they found her room and located Dr. Bergen. He shook Thane’s hand. “She’s not breathing well on her own, but we aren’t sure why. Her lungs appear fine, there’re no masses, no infection, no obvious problems. We’re still running tests though.”

Thane looked past him into his mother’s room. She was hooked up to a ventilator. “Can she talk?”

“For a few minutes, but we don’t want to stress her lungs,” he said.

“Thanks,” Thane said. Reya nodded for him to go in alone, and stayed with the doctor while Thane entered the room and stood next to his mother.

Her eyes were closed. The mask was wrapped over her mouth and nose, and held tightly around her head with elastic bands.

He touched her hand, and her eyes fluttered open.

She zoned in on him with a smile. “Hello, Thane.” Her voice sounded strained.

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

She shook her head, and he felt a moment of relief. He leaned close to her so she wouldn’t have to speak so loudly. “What happened? Why can’t you breathe?”

“I’m free,” she said.

He inhaled sharply. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Free from what?”

“This life,” she replied with a smile. “I finished what I came here to do.”

A chill came over him. “You don’t know that.”

She raised her hand, took a labored breath, and put her cool palm against his face. “You are my greatest accomplishment. My one reason for coming back.”

The chill turned ice cold. He’d never heard his mother talk like this, and she’d done some crazy talking lately. He put his hand over hers. “No. There’s more living to be done.”

“We aren’t here forever.”

He knew that, but right now, he didn’t care. “I need you.”

She shook her head. “You have all you need. It is your time to do what you came here to do.”

“Which is what?” he asked, realizing that this was one of the longest, most lucid conversations he’d ever had with her.

“To save us.”

And then, maybe not. “I’d be happy just to save you.”

“This is my choice,” she said, her words growing weaker. The ventilator chugged a little faster. “When I go, it will be my choice.”

“Then choose not to,” he said.

She squeezed his hand and wheezed. “I have free will. Promise me you’ll remember that.”

Free will. Christ, it was epidemic. But he didn’t want to deny her one of the few things she’d ever asked from him. “I promise.”

“Now go. Do your duty. Do what we raised you to do.”

He frowned. They raised him for this? “What do you mean?”

She whispered, “There is a plan for each of us.”

He realized then that both his parents came in as part of his plan. It was all predestined, his father being targeted and killed, his mother slowly losing her mind. Why would they do that for him? He wasn’t worth it.

“I will always be with you,” she said, closing her eyes. “Longer than forever. Go. To your duty.”

She looked exhausted, and he couldn’t move, didn’t want to leave her side. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this might be the last time he saw her alive.

She opened one eye. “Thane Michael Driscoll, are you listening to me?”

She was still in there. Her mind sharp, her thoughts her own. She was doing this with the same grace she’d put into her life. He’d remember that grace for all of eternity. With that, he kissed her forehead and walked out.

Reya was waiting for him. “How is she?”

“Completely lucid,” he said, standing in the hospital hallway and wondering what had just happened. “Is Surt making her sick?”

Reya looked into the room at his mother. “I don’t think so. She’s well protected from him. Besides, she can’t give him anything he needs.”

He wanted to believe that. Because if Surt killed his mother, too…He stopped. “She told me that they raised me to do this.”

Reya arched her eyebrows. “Validation is always good.”

“No,” he said, and started walking toward the exit. “Because I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do.”

* * *

They ran into Martin coming in as they were leaving. He looked out of breath as they stopped in front of the hospital. “I heard your mom was here. Is she okay?”

Reya noticed something different about him almost immediately. His aura was the same, but underneath what had once been mostly pure was now slightly mottled. Was he angry? Hurt? Jealous?

Thane said, “For now. She’s having trouble breathing.”

Martin put his hands on his hips. “Wow, I’m sorry to hear that. Any idea how long she’ll be here?”

“Depends how she does,” Thane said. “How did you know she was here?”

“I was in the office early when the hospital called your work number,” he said. “So what’s the latest news?”

Behind him, Reya noticed a movement and saw the dead man from the bar hovering behind the trees in the park next to the hospital. Thane and Martin were talking, but she wasn’t listening.

He was supposed to stay at the bar and wait for his killer to return. Dead people didn’t usually go far, that’s why they were still here. They couldn’t break free of the spot where they felt unfinished business. Maybe he was just wandering around, and it was nothing.

“I’m going to grab some coffee,” she said.

Martin nodded, but Thane gave her a curious look as she began to walk toward the dead man. She stopped at a nearby vending cart and ordered black coffee and stepped a few paces away from the cart to face the park. A moment later, the man was standing next to her, and her heart sank. There was trouble. Well, more trouble.

“Why are you here?” she asked him softly, staring straight ahead.

“Following him,” he said. He looked the same as he had at the bar and was still wearing the clothes he’d been murdered in.

She blinked. “You mean following us?”

“No,” he said and shook his head. “Him.”

She turned as he pointed to Martin and Thane. Confused, she asked, “Which one?”

“The one in the black jacket,” he said.

That was Martin. Why would he be following Martin? “Why?”

The dead man blinked. “Because he’s the one who killed me.”

Reya froze. That couldn’t be right. Martin was a good soul. You don’t just turn a good soul bad, it’s not that easy. Good will always fight back. “Are you sure? Maybe it was too dark—”

“He’s the one,” the man said with certainty.

He was telling the truth. They always did when they were dead. Uncertainty turned to dread. “Why would he kill you?”

“I told you, I saw them,” he told her. Then he pointed to the sky.

Them. The hellraiders.

“They took him away,” the man said. “They changed him.”

Oh, damn. Correction, you couldn’t turn a good soul bad unless you were Surt. That could mean that Martin was working with Surt. Or for him. Willingly? She didn’t know. Surt was powerful; he could have taken control of Martin’s mind and body. On the other hand, it definitely explained how Surt was keeping tabs on them.

Thane wasn’t going to like this. He loved Martin like a brother.

She turned her attention to the dead man. “Thank you for staying to help me. Where is your body?”

“In the Dumpster behind the bar,” he said simply. “No one’s found it yet. It might go to the dump.”

She’d make sure they discovered it and that he got a proper burial. It might be an empty shell, but it had once been a person and that meant something.

“You’re free to go, you know,” she told him. “I’ll take care of the killer.”

The man nodded absently. “Soon. I won’t miss it here.”

She felt sad for him. “None of it?”

His eyes were tired and weary. “No. This was a wasted life. I didn’t do what I was supposed to.”

She felt his pain and his disappointment. It was an awful feeling to know you had failed not only yourself, but the other people in your soul family who came here with you. It was worse than anything.

She put her hand on his arm. “You didn’t fail. In fact, you helped save the entire planet.”

He looked at her, unconvinced. “Seriously?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “You made the ultimate sacrifice—you gave your life. You did well. Your family will be so happy to see you.”

With that, he smiled. And then he walked away.

For a few moments, she sat there trying to decide what to do next. First, get Martin out the picture. Second, check out the next two sites. Third, save the planet.

No pressure there.

Thane watched her as she returned. “Everything okay?”

She wasn’t sure what to say. After all, Martin was right here. “Just needed to wake up a little.”

Martin said, “I’m going to help you search today. I have a car parked over there.”

Reya tried to find a way out, but it would look too suspicious if she refused. So much for step one. She was already in trouble. “Sounds great.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Surt was able to watch the events unfold through Martin’s eyes. His second in command had done well, infiltrating the couple. But he had to be careful not to tip them off, especially Reya. She was more in tune with the negative plane. For now, the best he could do was connect himself to Martin mentally, which allowed him to remotely communicate and get feedback immediately.

This was working far better than he could have imagined. Martin’s clean soul was able to absorb a great deal of darkness and still remain positive. It was Surt’s best idea yet, and one he planned to leverage extensively once he had control of the city.

They were looking for a pyramid. He didn’t know why yet, but it had to have something to do with the crystal. The day had been spent scouring the area around East Fordham Road in the Bronx. It was a lot of territory to cover, and they hadn’t found anything.

He tried to convince them to spend the night at Martin’s house, but they refused. They did agree to let him pick them up the following morning to cover the last few locations. Martin hadn’t seen the map so he didn’t know where they were.

Surt would have to be patient. Patience was torture, but for this? For the power it promised? He would be very patient.

In the meantime, there were houses of worship to burn and fear to fuel. Tonight would be the worst that this city had ever seen.

* * *

Reya made Martin drop them off six blocks from Chu’s place. Thane knew she had been on edge all day. Something was bothering her. Thane closed the bedroom door and watched her kick off her shoes. Then she stretched out on the bed and turned on the TV. It was after 11 p.m., and it had been long and unproductive day.

He called the hospital to check on his mother while Reya watched the local newscast. His mother was doing about the same, and he took that as a good sign. He still didn’t understand why she would want to leave now. He couldn’t help but think that Surt was involved somehow.

He ended the call and set down his cell phone. He walked over to her lying on the bed. She was as tense as he’d ever seen her. “It must be really bad if you can’t tell me.”

Her expression was apprehensive. “You aren’t going to like it.”

There were a lot of things he didn’t like at the moment. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. “Try me.”

“I think Martin is being controlled by Surt,” she said.

Her blunt statement should have shaken him to his core. But for some reason, it didn’t. Thane stood up and pulled his shirt off. “I know.”

Her eyebrows rose in obvious surprise. “You knew?”

“His color was off. I’m not worried. Martin won’t listen to him.”

Martin wouldn’t succumb to Surt. He was a good man through and through. Maybe Surt was using him, but he wasn’t controlling him. He was sure of it. But it did explain why Martin was off. There was a battle going on for his soul, and Martin would win. He had to. Thane rolled his shoulders and rubbed his tight neck. He wished he could get to the gym and work out. Mind-blowing sex with Reya was going to have to do. Not that he was complaining.

Reya hesitated. “Martin killed the drunk behind the bar.”

That explained the dead guy he saw at the hospital. Thane unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. He tossed them over the chair. “Did the dead guy ID Martin?”

“Vehemently. And the dead don’t lie,” she said. “We can’t trust Martin. He already knows too much. I don’t want Surt any closer to us than he is.”

Thane scanned her body stretched out on the bed. He couldn’t wait to get her undressed. “We could always give Martin a false lead. It might get Surt off our tail for a while.”

She smiled wickedly. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

Thane stood in front of her, unable to hide the fact that he really wanted her. Surt be damned. He climbed onto the bed and settled on top of Reya. It was a perfect fit. “Don’t worry, Surt can’t push Martin out. He’s too good of a man. He’ll win.”

Then he kissed her throat.

Reya said, “I hope so. Tomorrow, we need to go the rest of the places alone.”

He lifted her shirt and exposed her breasts. They were beautiful. “Okay.”

“You aren’t listening,” she said with a sigh. He felt her run her hands down his back. A groan rose from deep inside him as she arched her body against him.

“I heard every word,” he said, lying through his teeth. He had only one thing on his mind right now.

* * *

Reya was a ball of light, zooming through the galaxies and dimensions at speeds so fast she couldn’t comprehend how it worked, and yet slow enough to see every detail. The colors of the fifth dimension, the sounds of the seventh dimension, the unconditional love of the ninth.

This is my world, she thought. All of this is mine.

It was so breathtaking and satisfying, she didn’t want to come back to Earth. And yet, Earth needed her. She allowed herself to be drawn back to the sleepy, little solar system, and the blue marble of a planet in its heart.

When she landed, it was a night in the desert. Reya was a young Native American woman of unusually tall stature. Her eyes were green, an anomaly among her people, who would later be known as the Anasazi. In fact, she looked nothing like her two younger sisters between whom she kept the peace. She made intricately beaded moccasins, so important to the survival of her people.

She was to be married to the young chief of another tribe soon. He was a good man, and for that, she thanked the Creator. She stood just under the cover of the cliff that sheltered her people from the elements and heat of an unrelenting daytime sun. Tonight, however, something was very different.

Lightning tracked across the night sky, illuminating heavy clouds moving with unnatural speed and formations. The distant rock ridge glowed in yellows and reds. Her family stood next to her, equally silent and in awe of the power.

They were coming.

She walked out to meet them under rolling clouds and howling winds. She wasn’t afraid. She knew the stories of these Sky People and the gifts they brought.

Across the stinging sands, she walked alone. Her family did not follow. She had been chosen. That’s why she was different.

In the low land beneath her home, they met her. Tall, thin creatures with green eyes. They greeted her with love and light. Sand and brush whipped up around them, but the ground under their feet was calm.

She could hear them talking to her in her head, even though no one spoke. They told her of a time when she would need to use the information they were about to give her. It would be far in the future of this little world, but she needed to remember it.

Then the creature in front stepped up to her. He held a single clear crystal in his hand. Slowly, he pointed the crystal toward her and touched it against her forehead.

The influx of details flooded through her brain, barely comprehensible and nearly painful in its brief exchange. She saw her many lives on this Earth—as a high priestess in Egypt, a clansman leading his men to war, a holy man in India, a hermit medicine woman in the Midwest, a resident of Atlantis, a young girl passing for a boy on a pirate ship, a nurse in the Crimean War, a woman with bound feet in China, a dancer in Mesopotamia, a young male doctor in Chicago, a psychic and healer in ancient Thebes, and many more that flew by quickly.

In every life, the crystal was there—hidden in a piece of jewelry, embedded in a work of art, or as a source of power and light. It sang with energy, held infinite power and might. It was a universal tool, a living entity, and a cosmic tuner. Through its many iterations and uses, she finally understood.

Then the stream of light ended, and Reya drew a long breath into her lungs. “I remember all.”

* * *

Thane waited until she came back to him. Color returned to her face, and movement to her body. He exhaled a breath of relief. She’d been gone a long time. He would have called 911 except he doubted they would have believed that she’d been vibrating with white light for the last hour.

Her eyes fluttered open, still lost in whatever dream world she’d just returned from. Slowly, she focused on the here and now, her expression saddening as she did.

Was it that bad here? He almost took it personally, except he understood.

“Are you back?” he asked.

She turned her gaze on him and smiled. It was a different smile than he’d seen before. There was ancient wisdom and peace in it. She was still in there, of course. But now it was as if she wasn’t alone.

“Where did you go?”

She blinked a few times as if trying to recall. “Everywhere in every time. I saw the past, present, and future. Everything.”

By his calculations, she’d been out for an hour. That was quite a feat. He didn’t ask her how she’d done it. These days, he just took everything on faith or insanity. “How do you feel?”

Reya pulled off the covers and got out of bed to stand up. “Fine. I know what Surt wants the grid for. We have to leave for the White Plains location now.”

The clock read 1:35 a.m. and White Plains was a long drive. Thane didn’t want to get stranded there without a car. Chu was not going to be happy when they woke him to borrow his. “Right now?”

“Yes. Call Martin and give him the location.”

Thane frowned at her. “We don’t even know if it’s the right place.”

“It is. I saw it.”

He started to get dressed. “If we tell Martin, Surt’s going to know where it is, too.”

“I’m counting on it. I have to end this,” she said and pulled on her black pants.

He didn’t like the way she said it. “You mean we.”

“No, me and Surt. Not you, not anyone else.”

“Surt is mine,” Thane said firmly. He hadn’t come all this way to stand in line.

Reya slipped her pants on. “Do you want Surt or do you want Surt gone?”

Both, but he was afraid if he said that she’d disappear or something and leave him out of the picture completely. She was different now, a woman on a mission. He needed to make sure he was part of that mission. “Gone.”

“Good, because I’m the only one who can destroy him. I’m the only one who can send him back to the soul world.”

She was serious. Suddenly, things had changed, and there was only one reason. He sat on the bed to pull his shoes on. “What did you see?”

“My purpose,” she said. “The crystal and I are bound. It is part of me. I know how to use it.”

“I thought it belonged to my father.”

“He was a caretaker of it. A protector,” she said, sounding distant and distracted.

Thane processed that for a moment. “So he didn’t die because of me? He died protecting the crystal from Surt?”

She looked at him then, eyes soft. “He was a very brave man.”

“I know that.” Thane stood up, almost afraid to feel any relief from his guilt. Something was bound to come along and make it worse again. “So is it a power source?”

“It is.” She pulled on her coat. “But it’s more than that.”

“A weapon,” he guessed and looked out the window. There was no moon tonight and no clouds. A perfect time to go wandering around in someone’s neighborhood looking for a pyramid.

“It could be,” she said. She slipped the staff in her pant leg pouch. “But that’s not what he wants it for.”

Thane turned around and found her holding the crystal. It was alive with tangible energy, light flowing out from it like rivers. In its glow there was concern etched on her face, but also determination.

She stood ready for battle. There was a different energy around her, something otherworldly. She’d become stronger and more powerful. Thane couldn’t describe it, but he could see it. It felt like the hum of a high-voltage power line running through their room, increasing every second.

“What could be worse than a weapon?” he asked.

“An interdimensional beacon.”

He had a feeling this was the something worse part. “And who would Surt be signaling to?”

Her eyes glowed silver and shone with the same inner light as the crystal she carried. “He’s summoning darkness.”

* * *

Chu invited himself along, offering his unique expertise on the grid, Atlantis, and all other weird stuff. Thane suspected he simply didn’t want anyone else driving his 1985 Cadillac Seville. The parkway was still relatively quiet heading up to White Plains, but Chu was going the speed limit, and that was that. The trip felt like forever, especially considering that Surt was getting prepared to call in every evil entity ever created.

Thane sat in the backseat by himself and thought briefly about getting some more sleep to boost his energy before the showdown. However, Chu and Reya were talking supernatural stuff in the front seat, and he figured he’d better stay sharp since he needed all the help he could get.

“So you think the crystal and pyramid work as a communications device?” Chu said. “How?”

“He could harness the power of the entire grid and use the communications ability of the crystal to broadcast a message,” she said. “It would travel through time, space, and dimensions.”

Thane shook his head. Maybe he didn’t want to know. “But wouldn’t everyone hear it?”

She turned around in her seat to look at him. “He could change the vibration to target negative forces. He might even have enough power to bring them all over.”

“A portal for the dark ones?” Chu asked. “Shit. I knew this would happen.”

Thane frowned. “You knew?”

Chu answered, “The signs of global enlightenment are here. There is a rising of the collective consciousness around the globe. Dictators falling, more good people leading, and darkness receding. I think the Earth is heading toward a dimensional shift soon.”

Thane found that hard to believe, since the world looked about the same to him. “Those are no more than the typical highs and lows. Read any history book.”

Chu shook his head. “Not this time. This time, there is no going back to complacency. People understand now that if they don’t push and if they don’t change the world, it will never happen. They are starting to see and think for themselves. People want the truth.”

“People have always wanted the truth,” Thane said.

Reya replied, “No. People want what’s easy. The truth isn’t easy, because it’s not always what you want to hear.”

Fine, whatever. Maybe Chu was right, but there were a damn lot of changing that needed to be done before this world enlightened anytime soon. “So Surt wants to stop the shift, we guessed that.”

Reya looked at him. “This is more than that. Given enough darkness, he could change the direction the planet shifts into. He could shift it into darkness, into his domain.”

Son of a bitch. “So he’s making a last stand for Earth. Brings in all his friends. Turns the energy of the planet dark. Takes control. Kicks out all the good guys.”

“Close enough,” Reya admitted. “And if he doesn’t move now, he won’t be able to stop the process. It’s already begun.”

Thane felt a familiar anger take hold. The damn Universe and its bureaucracy. They’d be willing to sit back and watch all this unfold when the people had worked so hard to change things. Watch people die for change. Watch people be taken over by Surt’s power, like Martin had. “And no one would do anything about it.”

Chu frowned at him through the rearview mirror. “Hey, I’m here, ain’t I?”

Thane locked his gaze with Reya. “We are not the ones I’m talking about.”

She thinned her lips. “I don’t know why they aren’t doing more.”

“It’s not their job,” Chu said as he pulled the car onto the side of the road next to a heavily wooded area. “It’s not like they make us come back here. We could go anywhere.”

“I like it here,” Thane said.

“Since when?” Reya asked.

“Since I found out that Surt wants it for himself,” he said. “Where are we?”

“Edge of a state park,” Reya told him. “It’s the only place that makes sense. Seven hundred acres of wooded bliss.”

“Built on the tip of a five-hundred-million-year-old crystal,” Chu said.

Both he and Reya stilled. “What?”

Chu shrugged. “Haven’t you ever heard of Manhattan Schist? It’s the bedrock this city sits on.”

Reya closed her eyes in understanding. “Shit.”

Precisely, Thane thought. Now he understood how one small crystal could control the grid. It just tapped into the massive crystal already in the ground.

Thane got out of the car and surveyed the woods for trouble. Since he’d told Martin where they were going, it was bound to show up sooner or later.

Chu pulled his Yankees jacket around him and zipped it up. “You people are damn crazy if you think there’s a pyramid in the middle of those woods.”

Reya glanced at Thane. She didn’t need to tell him the situation. If there were no pyramid, no way to tap into the grid, they’d be facing Surt with practically nothing except Reya’s one crystal. Worse, if there was a pyramid and they failed, then Surt would have everything he needed to enslave humanity.

Chapter Twenty-Two

They drove in silence to the park in White Plains, Martin at the wheel, Surt next to him, and two more of his men in the back. The exit was just ahead.

Surt was pleased. Martin had done well, using Thane’s trust in him to gain the location of the vortex, a pivotal point in the energy grid. He had sent his flock ahead to search for them. The moment Reya found the vortex, he would know. This would be far easier than he expected. By this time tomorrow, he’d be the most powerful man on this planet.

“What do you plan to do to them?” Martin asked suddenly.

Surt turned his head slowly. “What do you care?”

Martin’s voice sounded strained as he pulled the car over to the side of the road next to the park behind a Cadillac. “Thane came to my son’s birthday party.”

Surt narrowed his eyes at his second. “So?”

Martin was silent, but his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. A flicker of light bubbled up through the exterior of his mottled soul. “He brought a basketball. My son loved it.”

Surt knew then that he was losing Martin. His soul was too well entrenched to keep down forever. Once Surt had the power of the grid, he’d be able to convert souls at will. For now, he’d have to accept losing this one. And nothing made him angrier than losing to the light.

Surt said to him, “You stay with the car. Don’t leave until we return.” Then he got out and slammed the door. As much as he could have used Martin to distract Thane, he was simply too unstable to trust anymore.

Surt’s other two men followed him into the woods. About fifty feet in, Surt turned to one of them. “Go back and kill him. Then find us. We’ll send you GPS readings along the way.”

“Yes, sir.”

Surt turned to the other one. “Garth, come with me.”

* * *

“An hour we’ve been walking through this damn forest,” Chu griped from the back of the line. “Not a single pyramid.”

Reya smiled despite herself as she led them through the thick woods. Morning had yet to penetrate the canopy. Their flashlights passed over leggy tree trunks and low brush. “You’re the one who pointed south.”

Chu nearly tripped over a downed tree and swore. “I just said, that if it’s here, and that’s a big ‘if,’ it would be at this end of the park where there’re fewer trails. If I’d known this place was so damn big, I’d have lied.”

She flashed her light across the forest’s undergrowth. There wasn’t much here, and she was already fighting off the feeling of failure. Red signs tacked to tree trunks signaled that they were leaving the park and entering private property.

Despite the rising sun, the forest seemed to grow darker and thicker all around her. There were no sounds other than Chu’s swearing and an occasional scurrying of something through the leaves on the ground.

But she pressed forward because with every step, the crystal in her pocket vibrated more. They were heading in the right direction, she was certain. If it didn’t know the way, no one would.

“So what do we do once we find this thing?” Thane asked from behind her.

“We wait for Surt to show up,” she said.

“And then you have a plan for how to kill him, right?”

She didn’t actually. “Yup.”

He swore. “Jesus, I knew it.”

“I’ll think of something,” she added. “Plus I have the crystal—”

Then Reya stopped suddenly, and Thane nearly ran into her. Her flashlight was fixed on a massive rock outcropping to their left, a hundred feet wide. It was about fifteen feet high in the center and sloped down into the ground on each end. She felt the change in the crystal drawing them toward it.

“That doesn’t look like it belongs here,” Thane commented.

His legacy senses were dead-on. She stepped through the brush to the mountain of stone. The crystal in her pocket vibrated more the closer she got to it. They climbed over the smooth surface of the granite mound and found an abandoned cemetery on the other side. Thin, brittle headstones leaned out of kilter or lay on the ground. The stone wall and wrought-iron fence that enclosed the grounds had toppled long ago. A weathered statue of an angel on a square base stood in the center and guarded the graves.

The trail of energy led them straight through it.

All the headstones bore the same last name—Burning. “A family graveyard,” she said. “Must have been abandoned a long time ago.”

Chu walked up next to her and studied the stones one by one with his light. “As if walking through woods in the dark wasn’t creepy enough.”

On a hunch, Reya took the crystal out of her pocket. It vibrated visibly in her fingers, the energy traveling down her arm before flooding the entire area with light.

Chu and Thane covered their eyes until they adjusted to the instant daylight. The immediate woods were bathed in a white light as Reya held the crystal over her head. She could see deep into the woods ahead.

They hiked for another thirty minutes until she noticed another even larger outcropping. As she approached it, she realized that a doorway had been built in the side of the massive stone. It was small; only about four feet high and two feet wide. Two slabs of stone on each side held a lintel across the top. A solid slab of smooth rock blocked the entrance.

Tiny crystals in the stone reflected under the crystal’s light back to her. The ground beneath her feet began to shift as she stepped up to the shallow doorway.

“No one home,” Chu said from behind her. “Looks like we’ll have to go back.”

There was no going back. Already, she could hear the wings overhead. Surt was here, following them. There was only forward into the battle. She knew it would come to this, even when she’d left Surt behind. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they’d finish the karmic dance they had started.

It was destiny.

She held the crystal to the door and touched it lightly. The vibration increased. Pebbles danced around her feet. There was a great grinding sound from behind the slabs—crunching, dragging, heavy groans.

Dust fell from between the lintel and supporting stones as the slab blocking the way fell backward, revealing a tunnel that slanted down into the earth.

She turned around to find Chu gaping in disbelief and Thane smiling. “I think we found it.”

Chu shook his head. “I’ll be damned.”

Reya said to him, “You sure you want to come in with us? Surt will be here soon. You could head back to the car.”

Chu frowned and looked back through the dark woods. Then he turned and peered past her into the tunnel. He gave a heart-felt sigh and waved his hand toward the tunnel. “Hell, I’ve come this far. Plus my feet are killing me.”

Thane’s expression turned serious as their eyes locked. Their time together was nearly over. She wondered if he knew it.

Thane stopped her just before she entered. “You won’t be alone in there. I have your back.”

It was a pure intention. No mention of his father or revenge. He just wanted her to know he’d be there for her. Her heart filled with hope. “And I have yours.”

There was a flutter above. Hellraiders circled overhead and perched in the trees around them, waiting for their master to appear. The air turned cold and heavy with the weight of negative energy. Reya held the crystal out in front of her and ducked into the tunnel. “Let’s see what it is that Surt’s been killing people to get to.”

* * *

Thane waved to Chu to follow Reya. The old man ambled by him, and Thane took one last look at the woods before heading inside the death zone.

The crystal lit up the tunnel ahead and behind them as the walls narrowed and curved sharply to the right. The stone floor, ceiling, and walls were hand-chiseled, the marks visible. He wondered how old this tunnel was and who built it.

“Smells like a locker room in here,” Chu said.

It might, but it looked solid and structurally sound. There were no tracks in the dirt on the floor. No one had been this way in a long, long time.

After a few moments, he realized they were going in a downward spiral. Every once in a while, he’d looked behind him to see if they were being followed.

Surt would be within his grasp soon. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and he used his training to calm them.

Do your duty. Do what we raised you to do. His mother’s words came back to him. He was here, and he would face Surt. This was his duty, to save the world from Surt. He was right where he was supposed to be, even if he didn’t know how he was going to kill Surt.

He glanced up ahead at Reya. She thought Surt was hers, but not if he could help it. The crystal belonged to her and this world, but Surt was his.

* * *

Surt stood in front of the open stone doorway. He should wait for his second man to catch up, but he couldn’t leave Reya too much time alone with the pyramid and vortex.

All the plans he’d made, all the alliances he’d created and broken, it all came down to this moment. He’d get this one chance. If he failed, the ascension would roll through, uninhibited, and he’d be relegated to another planet. Few places were as rich and ripe as Earth. He’d found a home here, and he wasn’t going to lose it. Not to a bunch of cosmic bureaucrats.

His hellraiders hung in the trees and hid behind rocks, watching and protecting. His second man would catch up sooner or later. For now, he had enough with one.

He took out a staff. It was much like Reya’s, but far more powerful. He’d had a thousand years to perfect his use of it, and a thousand more to build his strength. No one was better than he was in battle. And it would be to the death. If he’d known Reya would be the one standing in his way, he would have killed her back when she still trusted him.

He nodded to his man, who brandished a gun. That was for Thane. “You know your orders.”

“Yes, sir.”

Not particularly bright, but obedient. In the east, morning threatened. By the time the sun rose in the sky, this would be over. Surt took a deep breath, filling his mortal body with immortal protection, and entered the tunnel.

* * *

The sloping floor turned into steps carved into the quartz schist. Reya had no idea how far underground they were. Ten stories, maybe more? So far the tunnel had been clear of any falling debris, the surfaces in strangely excellent condition. She couldn’t ask for more. Except maybe an end to it.

It was slow going and getting warmer with every step. The tunnel had become increasingly narrow, and the air was still and claustrophobic. The steps were covered with a thin layer of slick moss, making footing tricky. She couldn’t see around the curve of the staircase, and that was slowing their forward progress. Although she was far more concerned with what was behind them.

On the upside, the crystal was becoming more alive and brighter, leading her on.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m not looking forward to walking back up,” Chu said, his voice echoing.

She wanted tell him that that should be the least of his worries. “Maybe we’ll find an elevator.”

“Really?” he asked, sounding optimistic.

“No,” she and Thane said at the same time.

She heard the muffled sound of running water ahead. The humidity had increased substantially and moisture coated the walls. It smelled musty. “Water ahead.”

The stairs finally ended at a small landing that opened to an immense chamber, and her crystal flooded it with light. Brown stalactites dripped from the ceiling into shallow clear water that covered the floor and trickled through a series of tunnels on the other end.

The three of them gathered on the landing and surveyed the cavern. It was spectacular and ancient. Just what they were looking for.

“Any idea which way we go?” Thane asked.

“Give me a minute,” she said and stepped down into the shallow water. It was warm and splashed softly as she navigated from opening to opening. The energy in the crystal flared at one of them.

“This one,” she said and turned to look at Thane and Chu. Chu started in her direction, but Thane was staring up the stairs they’d just come down. She felt adrenaline flood her body and fill her senses. Surt was here.

Thane turned to look at her, and she saw the dark intensity in his face. It hit her then why. He was debating whether or not to ambush Surt in the tunnel. He hadn’t given up on revenge. It would be his undoing.

“We need to move,” she told Thane. “Together.”

The darkness in his soul bloomed, and for a moment, she didn’t think he’d follow.

“You promised to back me up,” she said, playing the loyalty card.

He hesitated only a moment before walking through the shallow pools. He was with her for now, but how long would it last? How long before he couldn’t fight the hate?

It hurt. She knew what was going to happen if he didn’t change.

She turned and led them deeper.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The dead drunk sat on a bench in the park. Dawn was breaking on a new day in this dreary world. He should move on, but there was something he was waiting for. So he’d wandered the streets for endless hours, trying to find it. Then he decided that maybe it would come to him if he stood still long enough.

The park was in the middle of Manhattan and sported a dog run. People were walking their dogs by him, wary of everyone and everything. A dog on a leash skirted him, skittish with the fear he felt from his master. The ghosts of darkness chased them, feeding them lies. They were all afraid of what they didn’t understand. He felt bad for them, anchored in their lives and unable to see beyond.

Across the street, church doors opened wide and a minister stepped out to face the world. There was a welcoming, bright light coming from inside, but no one entered.

Fear gripped this city. A darkness that the dead man witnessed without filters. It had been his home for more than sixty years. He’d seen the best and worst of humanity during that time.

Without knowing why, he got off the bench and walked to the church. The minister gazed up the street apprehensively. Even he, a man of God, was nervous.

It just wasn’t right. It wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.

The dead man looked up at the beautiful stained-glass window above the door, and love swelled in his heart. He loved this world, despite its ugliness and pain. There had been love, too. Joy and hope. He couldn’t leave it like this.

The song slipped into his mind from a memory long past. He opened his mouth and began to sing.

“Amazing grace.”

His voice cracked and warbled but he kept going because it felt good. “How sweet the sound.”

To his surprise, the minister next to him started to move his lips. The dead man sang, “That saved a wretch like me.”

“I once was lost,” the minister sang softly. He stared up into the sky and smiled. “But now am found.”

The dead man stepped back, surprised. Could people hear his song? Filled with excitement, he ran into the middle of the park and raised his voice. “Was blind, but now, I see.”

Dogs stopped in their tracks around him and woofed softly. Their owners slowed as if hearing his song.

“T’was grace that taught my heart to fear,” he sang strong, and watched in amazement as the living listened. More of them slowed and looked up to the heavens. “And grace, my fears relieved.”

On the final word, they joined in one by one. “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.”

The dead man laughed in joy and ran into the street where people had frozen in place. Taxis stopped for him. Horns silenced. Light swept over him as he lifted his hands to the sky. “That saved a wretch like me.”

Voices merged with his, their song rising in unison. “I once was lost.”

He spun around in a whirl of hope and elation. It wasn’t the words, it was the love that buoyed him. It swelled inside him, expanding him with pure compassion. There was so much of it, he couldn’t contain himself. It was all that mattered. It was all that ever mattered.

“But now am found,” he boomed, his voice carrying across the city—stopping traffic and capturing souls. In every corner, in every room, on every street they paused—not knowing why—and started humming it. Big voices and small. Old souls and new. The children and the elderly, male and female, stopped to join him.

Light filled the streets and there was no more fear, no more hiding. He saw them, leaving their homes and going into churches and synagogues and mosques. It didn’t matter what the denomination was, didn’t matter if they were part of that religion or not. They streamed in, filling every seat and standing in the aisles.

Every one of them was singing his song—on their lips or in their hearts. The color of his city changed from gray to gold, rays of light pulsing from the masses ringing out in love.

He felt himself lifting off the ground, and his song reach out and touch every soul. “Was blind, but now, I see!”

And just before he burst into pure light, he knew he’d finished what he’d come here for.

* * *

Surt’s power surged as they descended deeper into the earth. It buzzed through his fingers with every touch of the bedrock, and energized the DNA in his body. He drew it in like a deep breath, and let it settle into the cells that made up this human form. He felt it transforming him, empowering him.

It wasn’t easy to do with his minion swearing all the time.

Garth led but was having difficulty squeezing through the narrow passageways and had fallen several times on his ass. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and slime covered his pants.

Surt, however, had had no trouble navigating the tunnel. His senses were more acute than they had ever been. His footing was sure, his body working like an athlete’s.

He ran his fingers over the stone walls, hewn out ages ago. This was exactly what he had expected. They would have placed the vortex underground in an ancient quartz power point.

Ahead of him, Garth slid forward and managed to catch himself by bracing both hands against the walls, nearly losing his flashlight in the process. Surt shook his head from behind him. Clumsy idiot. They were all dispensable. The only reason Surt had him along was for added protection. Surt was powerful. He could manipulate this body as needed, but it could take only so much abuse before he’d have to abandon it.

When he was in control of this world, he’d gather around him the best and the brightest little soldiers. No more morons.

“There’s something ahead,” Garth said and rounded the stairs out of sight. Surt stopped on the landing in the cavern beside him, and their flashlights zigzagged across the interior. They located several openings, any of which Reya and Thane could have gone into.

“Which way?” Garth asked and stepped into the water, sending ripples everywhere.

Idiot.

Surt grabbed his shoulder. “Stay here and don’t move.”

Garth froze in place as Surt walked by him, moving carefully in the water. He checked the water patterns on the rocks at each of the openings, one by one. It would be the tunnel with the most water sloshed up on the nearby rocks.

Time ticked by slowly, but he wasn’t worried. They weren’t getting past him. After a few minutes, he found it and motioned Garth to take the lead. He was, after all, Surt’s human shield.

* * *

“Now that’s a pyramid,” Chu said as he stood in the blue light in awe.

Thane had to agree since he’d never seen anything like it before. The second tunnel had ended in a chamber, fifty feet high and twice as wide. In the center was a stone pyramid, ten feet across and made of quartz crystal that glowed blue from the inside. Above it, a ribbonlike vortex of energy undulated gracefully, sending tendrils of cobalt light spiraling upward before vanishing at the ceiling.

The entire chamber was electrified with a steady, low-frequency hum. He felt the effects in his body and the way he moved. He was stronger and faster, as though he were no longer bound to the ground. As if gravity was weaker here, or the laws of the physics no longer applied.

Dust floated just above the flat tiles on the floor. Rocks rolled farther than they should when kicked. Their voices sounded hollow and distorted. Everything had a dreamlike quality to it.

It was as if they’d walked into a whole other world. In fact, it felt a lot like the fourth dimension, except without all the pain and physical destruction.

So far.

Reya circled the pyramid, studying it as if waiting for it to speak to her. The crystal glowed an unearthly white in her hand. Her hair flowed around her face as though it were underwater, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Chu was standing in front of the pyramid trying to take a photo with his cell phone. Probably be on Facebook before they got out of here. If they got out of here at all.

Thane had no delusions that would happen, at least not for him. He’d waited most of his life for this moment. After scanning the layout, he opted to position himself so he could cover the only entrance and still watch Reya. The minute Surt showed himself, he planned to kill him. If he could catch him off guard, perhaps he could damage the human body and send him back to the spirit world.

He pulled out and checked the ancient Roman dagger. He gripped the handle and blade carefully and watched it start to glow with his legacy energy.

Reya frowned at him. “Where did you get that?”

“Chu,” he said, fascinated as it glowed in his hands.

Reya turned to Chu, who raised his hands. “He said he needed a weapon. It was the only thing I had.”

Reya closed her eyes for a moment. “It won’t work on Surt. He’s too powerful.”

She was such a buzz killer sometimes. “He’s in human form right now. Doesn’t that count?”

“He can change in a heartbeat.”

Thane moved to the tunnel opening and pressed himself against the wall. “Then all I need is a heartbeat.”

“You’ll only piss him off, and that’ll make my job harder,” she said.

Thane didn’t respond to her. He’d promised her that he’d have her back, but if he could end this quickly, it would be worth it for all of them. Based on the way she was looking at him though, she wasn’t seeing it that way. She didn’t try to stop or sway him. There was resignation in her eyes that cut through him. And yet he couldn’t change what he needed to do.

Finally, Reya turned away from him and joined Chu in front of the pyramid. “Have you touched it yet?”

Chu shook his head. “No way. I need these fingers.”

She reached out and tapped it with the crystal. A wave of energy rippled out from the spot and dissipated across the surface. It was solid, and Reya touched it with her fingertips.

Thane almost said, “Be careful,” and then remembered that she could slay pretty much anything she wanted. Hopefully, that included Surt. Because if Thane failed, it was all up to her. So he couldn’t fail.

Her fingers pressed against the pyramid. “It’s safe.” Then she stepped back and looked at the blue vortex spinning above it. “That part up there, I don’t know. What do you think, Chu?”

The older man stepped back and scanned the sides. “No writing anywhere. Your guess is going to be as good as mine. What’s your crystal tell you?”

She held it up to the spinning vortex and looked through it. Her eyes widened. “It looks like a portal to another dimension.”

Chu blinked. “Which one?”

She shook her head. “I can’t tell.”

As she spoke, Thane caught a movement inside the tunnel. A rush of adrenaline gripped him as he saw the shape of a man emerge. This would end here and now. Surt wouldn’t control this planet, and wouldn’t kill any more innocent fathers.

Timing his move perfectly, Thane stepped out and drove the glowing dagger into the man’s heart.

* * *

Reya watched the man drop like a stone. Behind him, Surt stood waiting. Before Thane could strike again, Surt swung his staff and Thane was thrown back against the cavern rocks. He slid down the rock into a heap and didn’t move.

That man was as stubborn as they came. She told him not to bother. Now he’d have the concussion to prove it. But that might just save his life.

Chu high-tailed it for cover, and Surt summarily dismissed him as a threat. He was totally focused on her as he stepped on the other side of the pyramid.

“Hello, Reya. It’s been a long time,” he said smoothly.

A chill ran through her at the sound of his voice. There was such darkness in his soul. No light shown through. He was like a black hole, taking all and giving nothing back.

“Sadly, not long enough,” she said, holding her ground. As long as she had the crystal, she knew she could defeat him. She hoped.

“Miss me?” she asked, stalling to assess his strength.

He grinned. “You are always welcome back, Reya.”

Over my dead fucking soul, she thought. “I like it on this side. Fewer assholes.”

“I could use you,” he said as he started walking around the pyramid.

“The thing is, I don’t need you,” she told him and rounded the pyramid to keep him out of reach. She cast a quick look at Thane, who was still down. She knew he wasn’t dead, because his spirit hadn’t showed yet. Stay down, Thane.

“But you will,” Surt said, continuing to circle. “There won’t be any other place for you once Earth is off-limits.”

“Going to call in a few friends?” she asked, summoning all her concentration. She tucked the crystal in her waistband right next to her skin and pulled out her staff. The crystal’s energy flowed through her body, hands, and staff. An immense amount of power lay in waiting.

He kept grinning. “Your skills still impress me.”

Every dark energy being from every corner of this universe would be here to help him destroy any chance this planet had. She activated her staff. “Good. Because you’ll have to go through me first.”

“As you wish,” Surt said.

* * *

She moved faster than Surt had ever seen before, but he was ready when she came around the pyramid and attacked. He deflected her blow, spun, and nearly took her head off.

Reya ducked and sent a ball of energy at him that he destroyed easily with a swing of his staff. From there, it became a battle of wills. They clashed, jabbed, and swung in a dance to the death around the blue light of the energy grid.

If she wouldn’t join him, he would destroy her. It was as simple as that. And he knew of the sure way to do that. If he could throw her into the vortex, her body would instantly disintegrate, and her soul would be ejected into another dimension.

But first, he needed that crystal.

One of his volleys hit her in the shoulder and knocked her backward on the ground. He heard a gunshot behind him and turned to find Thane up and shooting at him.

The bullets didn’t affect him, but they did distract him, and Reya almost put her staff right through him. He ran to the pyramid, hit the angle with his foot, and flipped backward over her. Before she could twist around, he pierced her in the center of her back with the end of his staff.

She cried out and hit him in the side of the head with her weapon. He spun out of the way as Reya stumbled to the pyramid. He’d injured her badly, and she grimaced in pain.

“Join me,” he said, feeling victory at his fingertips.

She glared at him. “Fuck you.”

He smirked. “How about you, Thane?”

* * *

Reya was in agony, but she was aware enough to see Thane walking toward her. He tossed the gun aside.

“Leave,” she hissed at him. “Get Chu out!”

“I’m not leaving,” Thane said and checked her back. The look on his face told her it was bad. “Can you fight?”

“Yes,” she said, lying. She could barely move.

Thane turned to Surt. “I think Reya spoke for both of us. Now get the fuck off our planet.”

Surt smiled at him. “Not even to save your mother?”

Reya closed her eyes for a moment. No.

As she feared, that got Thane’s full attention. He stared at Surt.

“I heard she’s having a hard time breathing. Such a shame,” Surt said.

“You did that to her?” Thane said, his fists clenched tightly.

“No, it is simply her time,” Surt said. “But I can give you the power to save her. You could keep her alive, forever, if you wished.”

“He’s lying,” Reya said, but Thane didn’t seem to hear her.

“How?” he asked Surt.

Surt stepped closer to Thane, and Reya felt the wave of darkness flow out of him and into Thane. “If you join me, you share my power.”

Thane said, “You killed my father.”

“And you will be able to bring him back, too,” Surt said. “In fact, you can change the world into you want it to be, Thane. That’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? To make it right?”

Reya watched Thane’s soul flush black, and her hope dissolved. She’d lost him. It hurt more than her injuries, and unlike a flesh wound, it would hurt for all eternity. She played her last card.

“You’re going to die,” she told Thane, choking out the words.

He didn’t even look at her.

“Surt is going to kill you after this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’ve seen it.”

Surt continued unaffected, “You won’t have to answer anyone. No more supervision, no more reprimands, no more idiots telling you what to do. You can make your own rules. Everything you ever wanted will be at your fingertips.”

Thane stood still, and she felt darkness consume him, saw his aura blacken. Surt had won. She would curse her lot later. Right now, she had no choice but to incapacitate him. She wouldn’t be able to fight them both. Tears burned her eyes as she prepared to stop the man she loved.

She activated her staff, stood up, and swung it at Thane. Pain tore through her back, forcing her to miss him. His face was dark as he knocked the staff out of her hand and swiftly grabbed her by the throat.

His cold fingers squeezed tightly, cutting off her airway. She tried to break free but he was wielding Surt’s fourth dimensional power now. His face was consumed with anger and voracity and his eyes looked right through her.

There was nothing recognizable. It wasn’t even Thane anymore.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Thane felt exalted. It was intoxicating to feel this much might, this potent and all-powerful. Thane drew the superhuman strength into his being, pushing everything else from his mind. Unrestrained, Surt’s black energy rushed through him, burning away all resistance and leaving steely cold resolve.

Reya’s throat felt like a twig in his hand as he lifted her feet off the ground. Her hands were around his, but she didn’t fight him. She didn’t do anything. He wasn’t expecting that. It confused him. Why wasn’t she fighting him? He needed her to fight him.

“Get the crystal,” Surt said from behind him.

Thane checked her with his free hand, and finally located the crystal in her waistband. It was warm from her skin and hummed in his hand.

“Now throw her into the vortex,” Surt said. “Save your mother. Reunite with your family. Exact justice as you see fit.”

He wanted all of that. He could save this world and make it right. All he had to do was push Reya into the vortex. It was that simple. Her eyes glowed soft light and warm tears ran down his hand. When he looked into her eyes, there was no fear of him and no hatred of him. She was just waiting for him to kill her.

He tightened his grip, and she still didn’t fight him.

You can choose, he heard her say in his dark mind.

Free will, yes. He was choosing. He wanted his family back. He wanted what was taken from him.

Her hands clasped his arms, but they were gentle. Her heat spread out from her fingers across his body. He tried to snuff it out, but it kept spreading. Memories surfaced. Her smile, her touch. He pushed them back, but they marched through his mind. Her compassion, her undying hope and faith.

Thane fought the conflicting thoughts. He was doing what he was supposed to do. Wasn’t he? His grip on Reya faltered.

Don’t choose for me, she said. Choose for you.

In her eyes there was no judgment, only trust. He didn’t understand. She was the one who was going to die, why didn’t she hate him? Fight him? Stop him?

“Do it!” Surt yelled from behind him. The words tore through him. Surt’s darkness clawed at him, weighing him down, oppressive and cold.

Reya closed her eyes, pain registering on her face at last. Not physical pain, he realized. Heartbreak. He was doing that to her. She’d believed in him even when he didn’t deserve it. She’d trusted him with her life. She’d loved him knowing what he was.

Her light began to fade, and in that moment, in that flash of clarity, Thane chose the one thing he couldn’t live without, the only thing that mattered.

Anger melted out of him, followed by the love he held for Reya. It surged through him, making him feel more powerful than Surt’s empty words. It choked out the darkness in his soul and filled in the desolate spaces. All the answers came to him. The meaning of his life seemed suddenly very simple.

She loved him enough to die for him. He wouldn’t let her down ever again. He loosened his grip on Reya’s throat, and she inhaled sharply. Her eyes opened in confusion.

I choose you, he said in his mind.

Her eyes shone with pride and feeling. It swelled in his chest.

“Kill her!” Surt ordered, reminding him that darkness threatened his world.

Do your duty. Do what we raised you to do, his mother’s voice whispered in his ear.

He clenched the crystal in his other hand and knew at once what his legacy abilities were for.

Reya’s eyes widened in understanding. Thane, no.

My choice, he told her. He burned the beauty of her soul into his eternal memory and gathered all the light he possessed and all the light from the love Reya gave him. He released her, turned swiftly, and stabbed Surt in the chest with the crystal. Electricity shot up his arm and exploded in his head. He yanked the crystal out and dropped to his knees. Everything around him faded in and out of focus.

Surt roared, and Thane felt a blow to his face so hard it threw him onto his back against the smooth pyramid. He held on to the crystal, refusing to relinquish it. He became aware that Surt and Reya were battling again. He couldn’t see them though, and he reached up to find that his face was a mass of tissue and bone and blood, nearly destroyed. There was no pain, only peace.

He felt the dark ones descend, joining Surt and empowering him. Reya was in trouble. She wouldn’t last long against them all. He had only one option, one last thing left to believe in.

He called Orson.

* * *

Reya fought with every ounce of strength she had left, every breath in her lungs, every cell in her body as all hell broke loose around her. She slashed at dark ones as they surrounded her, joining the battle. The crystal had damaged Surt, but dark energy was rallying him quickly. Surt matched her blow for blow, growing stronger by the second and wearing her down, backing her up against the pyramid. Her mind was focused but her heart was breaking.

Thane was a bloody mess. He needed help right away. But even as she thought it, she knew it wouldn’t matter. He was supposed to die. This was his time. Anguish stole her concentration, and her staff spun out of her hand, leaving her defenseless. Surt grinned like the madman he was as he towered over her. The blue vortex hummed behind her, pumping as a heart. She was spent, battered, and exhausted.

She’d failed Thane. The world. Herself. Her destiny.

Surt pointed his staff at her heart, ready to let it fly. “Go to Hell, Reya.”

A great burst of light blinded her. It turned the underground cavern walls and ceiling white. It held her, gently suspended in the moment. Time stopped. Her breathing stopped. The vortex stopped. Everything stopped.

Her body was suddenly crystalline, weightless and ethereal. She hovered a few inches off the floor of the chamber, enveloped by soft and loving white light. Orson was there, standing next to Surt and surrounded by the spirit council.

They were all looking at her, and their voices chimed in her mind.

You have done well, Reya. You executed your role beautifully, just as you planned. Know that you are loved totally and completely. You will be restored, and your future will be yours to decide.

She didn’t understand, and looked to Orson. You promised this wasn’t about me.

It wasn’t, he replied with a smile.

She was confused. Then why did you step in?

Orson flashed an image of people singing in the streets, taking back the city and the love. She watched the dead drunk find a way to shine his love and a million newly awakened people helping one another. They gave selfishly and with purity. They shared, they comforted, they cared. They fought their fear, listening to their hearts and their true selves. Then she saw the chamber, the pyramid, and Thane calling out Orson’s name, believing. She finally understood.

There was hope after all. She wept with the joy of it.

Then she dropped, her feet hitting the floor hard, and the light vanished. Surt was gone, along with Orson and the others. Tears streamed down her face from the revelation. Her wounds were completely healed. Her staff was back in her pocket.

It was over. She nearly fell to her knees in gratitude.

Then she heard a moan behind her and turned to find Thane. His face was mangled and blood was running down the pyramid and pooling onto the tiles under him.

“Oh God,” she said and dropped next to him on the floor, horror gripping her. They hadn’t fixed him. Why hadn’t they fixed him, too? “Oh God. Thane. No. Orson!”

“Jesus, what happened?” Martin asked as he and Chu came running through the entrance.

“Martin,” Thane managed to whisper. “I knew he’d…”

“You were right,” Reya said through tears. They fell to no avail. He was slipping away. It was his time, she’d seen it the moment Surt appeared. She couldn’t stop it from happening, even though he’d saved her life and the lives so many others. She had seen him change, seen him choose love. He deserved to live.

Please, please give me a miracle, she pleaded silently.

She clutched Thane’s shirt, holding on to him. “Martin was too powerful for Surt,” she told him. “And so are you.”

“I can carry him up,” Martin said, rushing to Thane’s side. “We can get him help.”

Reya knew it wouldn’t matter. No amount of medical treatment could save him. By attacking Surt with the crystal, he’d sealed his own fate. His body was being destroyed at the molecular level. And he’d known this would happen. He’d done it anyway. Through tears that just wouldn’t stop, she said, “I don’t think we should move him. Go get help. I’ll stay with him.”

Martin frowned with uncertainty and looked at Thane. “Hang in there. I’ll be right back.” Then he jumped to his feet and ran out of the tunnel, leaving Chu behind.

She knew that Chu understood the situation. Somehow, he knew this was coming, too. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you want me to stay, Reya?”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “You’ll have to explain all this to Martin and to the others. That’s why you came with us. I’ll bring him up myself. Go.”

He leaned forward and whispered to Thane, “You did good, son.”

Then he struggled to his feet, and left.

It was quiet then, and Reya hoped for a miracle. Thane wasn’t so hopeful. Reya sat down next to him and held his hand up to her lips.

He whispered, “Tell me my sins, Reya.”

His request cut through her deeper than any knife. “I can’t.”

“It’s your job,” he said. “Please.”

The “please” was more than she could bear. Through tears and pain, she recited the bad things he’d done as she had so many times before to so many dark ones. But Thane wasn’t a dark one. His light had battled darkness and won. So she told him the good things he’d done as well.

His breathing had slowed; the life force was draining out of him. They didn’t have long.

“All that you have done can be balanced and brought into the light,” she said, holding on to him. “It is never too late. You just need to ask.”

She took a shuddering breath, and put her soul to task. It was hers and hers alone to experience. Her heart ripped open with every word. “Thane Driscoll, are you sorry for your sins?”

Tears poured down her cheeks as she waited and prayed for a miracle. Just one more.

His lips moved. “I am.”

And then he died.

Chapter Twenty-Five

It was a beautiful sunny day, and Reya watched his funeral from a distance. Green grassy hills rolled under rows of tombstones. Flowers poked out from the edges of the granite markers. Birds chirped in the trees that lined the road between the plots.

She wondered what it would have been like to spend a day with Thane that didn’t include being attacked or saving the world. Maybe a picnic.

The quiet gathering was too far away to hear, but she could see that Thane’s mother was there, having recovered. Reya would have to stop and visit with her a few times a week. Just to keep an eye on her. Martin was there with his family, his big shoulders shaking. Even Chu and his pals were in attendance.

Thane’s loved ones surrounded the casket that held his earthly body. She’d brought him up from the chamber into the woods. His death was blamed on the flying creatures that had killed so many. The doorway had sealed and disappeared into the stone face by itself the moment they left. Martin vouched for everything and told everyone how Thane had saved the city.

That was three days ago. The killings had ended. The veil of fear and death that hung over the city had lifted. People clung vigilantly to the newfound strength they had discovered. The planet was safely on its way to ascension once again. And she’d cried a river.

“What did you do with Surt?” Reya asked.

Orson stepped up next to her. “I was trying to leave you in peace.”

She wouldn’t ever have peace again. “Nice try.”

He grinned. “You’re more powerful now.”

“I won’t let it go to my head,” she said. The rifle salute went off, echoing across the cemetery.

“Surt has been isolated,” Orson said. “Until such time as he is deemed to no longer be a threat.”

“Which will be never,” she said.

“Possibly,” Orson conceded. “You, on the other hand, have a choice to make.”

She had thought about it for the past three days. She knew what she wanted to do. “I’ll remain a Redeemer.”

Orson blinked in surprise. “Are you certain?”

She was for the most part. Besides, everyone deserved a shot at redemption. She wanted to make sure they got it. “Yes.”

The solemn mourners started to leave, and Reya fought back the tears. “Where is Thane?”

Orson clasped his notebook. “On his road to redemption. Thanks to you.”

Right. She’d done so much to save him. “Is he happy?”

“I think so,” Orson said.

She turned and pinned him with her gaze. “I’d really like to know.”

Orson raised his eyebrows. “Then I’ll find out.”

It would have to do. Staying here, being a Redeemer, their paths would never cross again. He had many choices to make as well. If she knew he was okay, was happy, she could live with that. She rubbed her chest over her heart.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crystal. She held it out to Orson. “You probably came for this.”

He seemed confused. “No. It belongs to you. It always did.”

“It doesn’t give me an unfair advantage?” she asked, suspicious.

He laughed. “I think we trust you with it.”

Wow, talk about a miracle. She swallowed the gratitude and put the crystal back in her pocket. It still held Thane’s energy. It was all she had left of him. “So why are you here?”

“Next assignment,” he said with a smile. “If you’re up to it.”

What else did she have to do? Go on a picnic? “Sure.”

He handed her a piece of paper. “Murderer.”

After what she’d been through, redeeming a despicable, unconscionable killer would seem like a vacation. She glanced at the name and braced herself as a parade of his sins and horrible acts played like a motion picture in her head. But there was no pain associated with it, not even a little. In fact, she felt not only sympathy and compassion for his victims, but sympathy and compassion for the murderer as well.

She eyed Orson. “What happened?”

He looked on proudly. “It was time.”

She looked at him in disbelief. Who knew? All it cost her was the man she loved.

Then Orson cleared his throat and turned serious. “But there is something else that you may or may not like.”

No one should start a sentence like that. “Just tell me.”

With a little smile, he said, “I’m moving up.”

She hadn’t expected that at all, and it took a moment to sink in. “Like a promotion?”

“Sort of,” he said a bit sheepishly. “I’ll be working with the souls you redeem. Helping them with their plans. Offering suggestions. The usual.”

Reya grabbed him and gave him a big hug. He was all arms as he tried to handle being hugged.

“That’s great news, Orson,” she said as she let him go. He looked a little shell-shocked. “Not for me, but for you. When do you start?”

“Today,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

When the Universe decided to move, they moved fast. She nodded. “I understand.”

“But you’ll get a replacement for me,” he said.

Reya sighed. Great, another stubborn old soul she’d have to retrain to do things her way. “Will you be around?”

“Of course,” he said. “We are friends.”

“I’d like that,” she said, feeling warmth. “Here’s something to remember me by.”

Orson’s face turned to utter surprise as she handed him her staff. Confusion registered in his eyes. “Why?”

She shrugged and gazed over the cemetery, silent once again. “I don’t think I need it anymore.”

* * *

Carl Drucker smoked a cigarette in the shadow of a closed storefront across from his apartment. It was midnight, and he’d been waiting for his dealer to show up for an hour, the bastard. It was enough to make an addict look elsewhere for his fix.

But his dealer was one of the few willing to trade sex with Drucker’s twelve-year-old daughter for drugs. Served his ex-wife right for leaving him and taking her money with her. Maybe she’d come back if she knew what was happening to her daughter.

He looked down the street and when he turned back, a woman dressed in black leather was standing directly in front of him.

“Jesus,” he said. “Where did you come from?”

Her hair was black, almost blue in the light. Her eyes were silver and crystalline. “My name is Reya. I’m here to tell you your sins.”

Carl shook his head in absolute disbelief. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“You beat your wife until she left,” she said, her voice low. “You’re trading your daughter for drugs. You even killed a man once while high.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How? He sidestepped her and started walking. “You’re crazy. Get away from me.”

“I know what your father did to you,” she said, following him as he headed down the sidewalk. “You can change.”

It scared him how much she knew and panic settled in. He began to run, but his legs felt like rubber. Suddenly, she appeared in front of him at the intersection, and he lurched to a halt. How did she get past him?

She walked toward him, a black silhouette against the traffic lights, and he scrambled to back up.

“It’s your choice, Carl. You can choose a different path,” she said.

The street signs started to blur, confusing him. When he looked up at her again, her silhouette had changed. There was a light that seemed to shine behind her. Angel wings unfurled slowly from her back.

Carl felt a wave of love embrace him. He dropped to his knees at the overwhelming feeling of comfort. Great sobs racked his body as he received the light. It was the most wonderful thing he’d ever experienced. It was like being home, like a place that you know you’ll be safe and loved. It was heaven.

The angel stepped in front of him. “Carl Drucker, are you sorry for your sins?”

He saw it all clearly in that split second. The horrible things he’d done ran through his mind in flashes. Horror griped him. Oh, God. What had he done? He clasped his hands in front of him clumsily. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

The angel reached out and placed her hand on his head.

Suddenly, he was on his knees alone on the street. The light was gone. The angel was gone. Everything was normal again.

He leapt to his feet. Where did she go?

“Hey man, got a light?”

Carl spun around. A young, dark-haired man was standing there with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Carl squinted at him. Was he the angel? No, there was no light in this man.

“Got one?” the man asked.

Carl ran a hand through his hair. “Sure.”

He flicked his lighter, and the kid lit his cigarette on it. He blew out a ring of smoke. “Thanks.”

Carl was about to leave, when the man shoved the lit cigarette into his face and a knife into his gut. The knife went deep, twisted and cut. The pain was unbearable, and Carl screamed. He felt himself fall forward into the kid.

The kid was smiling. “Now, I’ll take your money.”

* * *

Reya watched Carl’s soul leave his body. Then she called Martin and gave him the address of Carl’s daughter, and the name of the dealer who had been using her. DNA should nail the son of a bitch for rape, and the drugs should nail him for dealing. Martin promised to make sure the daughter was placed in a good, safe home. It wasn’t perfect, but it was what it was supposed to be.

She took her time walking home. She’d landed a new apartment and a new identity. Orson had moved on. Thane was gone. Her world felt very small and lonely all of a sudden. She didn’t like it.

Reya entered her apartment and turned on the lights, and then the TV. The sound helped to fill the emptiness a bit. She was going to miss Orson, she had to admit. He was a pain, but he was company.

She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a package of chimichangas the local Mexican place had given her for free. She punched two minutes on the microwave and put them in.

A glass of wine completed dinner while she waited for the microwave to finish. She wondered what Thane was doing at this moment. It hurt just thinking of him. She hoped that would never go away.

When the microwave dinged, she pulled out her dinner, and took it and the wine into the living room.

And came face-to-face with Thane.

For a moment, she just stood there with a wineglass in one hand and Mexican food in the other. Maybe he wasn’t real. Maybe she was just imagining him.

He smiled a smile she would have given her soul to see only a few days ago. It looked like a brighter, more beautiful version of him.

“Got enough for two?” he asked.

Sure sounded real. She shook her head slowly, not wanting to break the spell. Her heart ached in waves. “How?”

Thane reached out and carefully took the wine and food from her and set them on the coffee table. Then he came back to her and wrapped his hands around her face to kiss her.

His lips felt warm against hers. She opened her mouth and deepened the kiss. Felt real. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. Real. And pressed her body to his. Definitely real.

After a few minutes of making sure he was actually there, she broke off the kiss and buried her face in his shirt. More tears. She’d thought she was dried up, but apparently love trumps tears.

“How long do we have?” she whispered. “I need to know.”

He nuzzled her face and kissed her shoulder. “As long as you want.”

Now see, that couldn’t be right. All the fear she’d just set aside came back in a rush as she shoved his chest and stepped away. “What is this?”

Thane shook his head slowly. “You aren’t happy to see me?”

“You’re supposed to be redeeming yourself right now,” she said, growing angrier by the second. How dare they pull this on her? They’d promised she could choose. “Like out there somewhere, reincarnating as someone’s baby. Not here with me for as long as I want.”

“Huh.” He crossed his arms, looking thoughtful. “This is going to more difficult than I thought.”

“Not funny,” she said. “Who are you?”

His eyebrows rose. “Should I get undressed?”

So fine, it was him. “Why are you here?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he grinned. “Nice touch with the wings. I thought Carl was going to piss his pants.”

Reya blinked a few times. How had he seen that? “What?”

“And the call to the Martin. That was excellent. We should use him more. He’s a good man. I’m glad he doesn’t remember anything he did under Surt’s influence. It wasn’t his fault.”

She shook her head, getting more confused by the second. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m your new envoy,” he said, and then his expression turned serious. “If you want me. Your call. I’m told I need to respect your decision.”

She was in shock. This couldn’t be. “Who picked you?”

“Orson,” he said.

It was true. Orson had picked Thane as her new envoy. Orson. After all the grief she’d given him he had just handed her the best thing in her many, many lives.

“The choice is yours,” Thane said, keeping his gaze steady and his expression stoic.

Of course she wanted him. She loved him. They knew that. Orson knew that, even before she did. After all she’d been through, she’d finally earned this one perfect thing.

And then she stilled. Wait, it couldn’t be that easy. Nothing was ever that easy. Why would they agree to this? Why would they give him to her?

“What are the rules?” she asked, almost afraid to tarnish the wonder of the moment.

“Rules,” he said. “Yes.”

He pulled out a smartphone.

“Phone?” she asked.

He looked at her with a grin. “No more notepad. We’re upgrading.” Then he read from the phone. “We still get the free rent, food, and cab rides. Plus there’s like a zillion fucking rules for making sure we don’t step on anyone’s free will. Jesus, these people are worse than the government.”

Reya touched her fingers to her mouth and felt happiness blossom within her despite her best efforts to stop it. The disappointment would kill her.

He put the phone away and added, “And I’ll feel the pain of the victims with each case.”

For a moment, her happiness moved aside and compassion took its place. His redemption. His choice, too. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged. “Part of the deal. I’d have given more to be here.”

She understood. She’d survived it, so would he. And she’d be here to help him. “Do you pop in and out?”

He focused on her and light glinted off his eyes. “Excuse me?”

She grinned. She’d missed him so much in the last three days. “Will you live here, or go back and forth?”

Thane took a step closer, bringing him within reach. “Either. Both. I’m not exactly sure. I think that’s up to you.”

She felt her smile growing. “Both are good.”

He nodded in all seriousness. “You still have to give me your decision. Do you want me as your envoy?”

The look of uncertainty on his face was distorted by the tears in her eyes. “Oh, yes. I want you.”

His arms were around her in a heartbeat. Their bodies melded instantly as though they’d never been apart. She couldn’t believe it. They loved her enough to give her this. He loved her enough to endure the pain of returning. Love burst in her soul, filling every part of her that had been empty and lonely. She was home.

“I love you, Reya,” Thane whispered in her ear. “I’ll always love you.”

She closed her eyes and thanked the heavens for showing her why she was here. Why we were all here. “I love you, too. Now, and for all eternity.”

And Earth and all its souls spun on.

Discussion Questions

Thane takes justice into his own hands, having seen firsthand the failings of our justice system, and the world in general. Does his perspective change by the end of the book?

Reya is a Redeemer to save her soul. She detests the “prospects” and fulfills the minimum requirements of her job. How does her approach change at the end of the book?

Reincarnation is a key concept in this story. All souls are given the opportunity to experience the good and the bad, victim and villain, male and female, and so on. Can you see how this concept would balance the scales of light and dark in the fullness of time?

The old drunk is never given a name. Why do you think that is?

Everyone has free will to choose their paths. From the beginning of this story to the end, free will is demonstrated. What are some of the situations that were turning points and major choices for Reya and Thane?

If you had the power that Reya possessed with the crystal, what would you do with it?

Orson and the spirit council take their time intervening in the situation with Surt. Do you think it was intentional? Why would they wait?

Do you think Reya and Thane will live happily ever after for all time? What do you think makes an eternal love?

About the Author

C. J. Barry grew up reading science fiction novels, comic books, and her brother’s Cracked magazines. In high school, a creative writing teacher told her she should be a writer, but she decided to go to college instead. In college, a writing professor told her she should be a writer, but she decided to be a computer programmer instead. A husband, a cat, and two kids later, an adult education teacher told her she should be a writer. She finally gave in and, after selling the first novel she ever wrote, decided that all those teachers were right. She now brings her unique blend of high adventure and sizzling romance to novels spanning several genres.

By day, C. J. works as a web developer. By night, she dreams up adventures and pens the books she was destined to write.

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Content

Redemption
Soul - 1
by
C.J. Barry

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Discussion Questions

About the Author