The wind howled like a pack of wolves. It dodged between the buildings, stalking her, making it impossible to avoid the chill. Across the way, a glow peeked from a crack in the curtain in Gabriel’s room. She could no longer sense the energy, but she knew without a doubt he waited for her. Nate served the truth and it didn’t feel good. It felt horrible. Gabriel was a reaper. Reapers hunted criminals. She was a criminal and she couldn’t change that. But something inside her told her there was more to it. She hadn’t imagined the feelings she had around him, or the need and hunger festering inside her. If only she could remember more. She’d only pieces of a puzzle and the emotions of a love-sick sap. She turned away from the room that beckoned and started down the street into the dark. She needed to clear her head and think. Around Gabriel, thinking was the last thing she could do. She’d be okay alone for a few moments. Even without her psychic abilities, she could protect herself.
