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“You don’t want an extremely excited and mildly turned-on emotion room?” He smiled down at me, and I pulled him in for a kiss.
If my feelings were dulled for him, I couldn’t tell. Our lips lazily battled for dominance, and my heartfelt full to bursting.
Justice pulled back, breaking the kiss. “I have a motorcycle nearby. Ride with me, Fox, as the sun comes up.”
CHAPTER9
JAX
We all knew she would be fine, but it didn’t make it easier to stand there and wait for Justice to bring her back to Hell. Guess it gave me time to deal with Jace. There was something about him that just felt off. Not necessarily a bad feeling. If it wasn’t a topic about Mor, Jace and I worked relatively efficiently. He mastered the ability to limit his mental communications. Mor still doesn’t seem capable of doing that. Or, more likely, she doesn’t want to.
Justice and Mor returned home well after sunrise. Jasper was slumped over on the couch, snoring. Jace and I sat at the table, only bothering to argue back and forth mentally until we both tired.
“Do you have a handle on it well enough now?” I asked as she practically spilled into the doorway laughing, half hanging off Justice. Almost like a flick of a switch, her laughter stopped, and she became serine.
Jasper snored himself awake, sitting there like he had been awake the entire time.
Her nose scrunched up as she seemed to be testing things out. “I don’t feel a lot coming off you right now.”
She seemed better, at least. Justice was a little weird with moods, so maybe it was because of this power they shared. If she wasn’t being hurt, it didn’t bother me.
“Well, I’m ready for bed; who wants to join me?” she asked.
I was expecting at least something concerning the fight between Jace and me. She wasn’t exactly quiet when it came to this.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Babe? You seem a little off.”
“The shield I need dulls things a little, but it’s not bad. I am just very exhausted. Get some sleep, some sex, then some blood. In that particular order, I think.”Her voice still sounded the same, tired for sure.
“Let’s go rest for a bit, recharge. Then we can figure all this out.”
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Meeting back up refreshed, Mor with her cup of coffee and serious sex hair, we were all ready to figure out our next steps. Jace would become a pack member one day, that part we knew. Without more news from Jace’s angel, there were no more leads to follow with Mor’s case.
Jasper suggested we go back to taking small hunting cases. Get back into the hunting community. Train together, and work on Jace’s bond. That is how I ended up leaning against a tree under the glow a full moon in a mortal realm. Droplets of water occasionally filtered down through the branches and leaves as a rainstorm started to roll in.
The graveyard held hundreds of stone markers, haphazardly placed around the clearing. We were on a low-level spirit hunt. After the way the last one went, no one had objections to taking this one-point case.
Mor hid in shadow next to me; the other guys set up a perimeter around the graveyard.
“How do we know when the ghost is here?”Mor tried but failed to whisper into my mind, her tone bouncing with energy.
“We can’t see them unless they choose to become corporeal or until we hit them with a spell or potion. Justice can get a relative sense if there is a soul nearby.”
“So, we just wait until the ghost pushes over some flowers?”I could imagine the pout on her face. She expected this to be non-stop action, but most of it was relatively slow.
“Yes, Babe.”
It didn’t take long before I heard Mor gasp as she released the shadows. Her eyes were wide as she stared into the clearing, her mouth slowly opening in surprise.
“What do you see? I can’t see it.”I recognized the look; she gave the same look at the house once the fragments were freed.
Mor pushed an image into my mind, and I saw a thin white wispy outline of a person with long flowing hair wearing a dress. It was standing near the tree Justice was hiding behind. I mentally called out the location to him.
A light puff of smoke erupted from the grenade Justice threw. A spell grenade that distributed particles into the air. Those particles lock ghosts into a corporeal form. They either go willingly, or we are forced to destroy the soul.
The ghost flickered as it tried to fight against the spell. After mere seconds a white creature stood between us as we all descended from the shadows. I had no idea how long this ghost had been wandering, but I always tried negotiations. Mentally that is.
