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Had she imagined her scent when she was at the Chamber’s house? It seemed like it was impossible, but she knew her magic anywhere. So where was it coming from and why would she be out here of all places?

“Feel what?”

Devi sighed. She really hated breaking in a new partner.

“How are you on a taskforce that deals with paranormal shit if you can’t feel it?”

“At least I don’t cut and run when things get tough.”

“Go on.” Devi crossed her arms, her lips twisted into a smirk. “Tell me how I have torunback here to help you do your job.”

“You’re a bitch.”

“Right back atcha.” Devi gave her a cold smile and turned her focus to the darkness beyond. Cappelli was noise. What was out there…it was a threat and she took it seriously.

“There’s something here. And it feels…wrong.” There wasn’t any other way to say it.

Just then a ghost of music drifted toward them and she cocked her head.

“Before you ask, yes, I heard that.”

Why hadn’t the team turned off the music?

“Let’s go.”

“After you.”

“Hang on.” Devi went to the trunk of the car and dragged her duffle bag over. Yanking out a Taser, she tucked it into the waistband of her jeans. Her knife was heavy in her pocket, pulsing with each burst of energy.

There was no doubt about it. The very land was alive.

She gave the tree line a visual sweep, the sense of not being alone washed over her.

“You want a flashlight?”

“No. I can see just fine, thanks.”

Devi sighed. Let the games begin.

“Are you going to tell me what you are?”

A snort was her answer.

“You’re a detective. Figure it out.” With that, her mysterious new partner stalked off into the night and Devi was left to follow in her footsteps.

God.

The night couldn’t be over fast enough.

CHAPTER8

Kate pulledup to the old rave site and sure enough, Kendall’s car was there. But so were at least a dozen others and what appeared to be a sheriff’s car and a crime scene tech van. Rolling the window down, she was hit with the fetid slap of cool, moisture-laden air, the spell she sent out still mysteriously silent.

Something was way wrong.

The flesh on her arms tightened, and gooseflesh settled in.

If there were police here, why couldn’t she hear sirens and all the crap that comes with a crime scene?

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