Micah asked as he negotiated a fallen tree. They’d been walking for just over an hour and God knew how many miles. “I mean, that’s an obviously creepy sound. A little hard to miss.”“It would be, if everyone could hear her. Our ears are sort of specially tuned to pick up on the frequency.” Under the glow of the flashlight, Jacquelyn’s face became severe. Not the cute, small-featured face he’d grown to appreciate, but stern, angry, and full of purpose. “Plus, the Banshee only claims victims of supernatural deaths. She doesn’t show up unless something inhuman is around.”“So, I suppose it goes without saying that what we’re doing right now could be construed as dangerous?”“Yeah, that goes without saying.” Waves of anxious energy pulsed from Jacquelyn, peppering Micah’s nerves like bits of gravel. And the fact that she was indeed frightened wasn’t lost on him, either. “If you can’t do this, Micah, I understand. The main road isn’t far from here, I’m sure you could hitch a ride back to Trish’s.”“No.”
