Page 65 of Air Of Mystery
“Oh, andyouare?” She tossed her long, braided ponytail over one shoulder. “You gonna tell me this is like a typical Friday for you?”
“I’ve battled against the darker side of the paranormal before, you haven’t.”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’d be surprised at what I come across as a psychic, Skye. You’re not the only one who has tangled with the dark side of our world.”
“Have you ever personally come up against a vampire before?” I asked, trying to keep my voice down. It was hardly discreet arguing on the street—even if we were still a few houses down.
“Psychic vampires—yes, I have. They’re nasty,” Sunny pointed out. “How about you, haveyouever defended yourself from a psychic vampire attack?”
“I’ve seen my fair share of poltergeists, malevolent hauntings, and pissed off earth elementals,” I argued. “Once I took on a Djinn that had a penchant for starting fires!”
“Wow. That’s butch,” she snarked. “You should get that tattooed on your arm. It might impress the tourists.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Sunny.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Sunny tossed up her hands. “This is stupid! We’re both wound up and we’re feeding off that energy by arguing. We need to stop.”
“You’re right,” I agreed with a nod. “I’m sorry. We should be conserving our energy instead of bickering.” Slowly I drew a deep breath in an attempt to calm and center myself. But a second later my lips twitched, and a helpless laugh escaped.
“What are you laughing at?” she demanded.
“You dropped the F bomb.” I snickered. “You rarely swear. Maybe that’s why it’s so funny when you do.”
Sunny tossed her head. “Yeah, well, I have every bit as much experience with magick and energetic attacks as you do—maybe more.”
“That’s technically true.”
Sunny patted her chest. “And besides, I’m loaded for bear.”
For the first time since she’d arrived, I looked closely at her. Sunny was wearing sturdy jeans, tennis shoes, and a khaki-colored fishing vest that boasted a ton of large pockets...
And the vest was layered over a vintageBuffy the VampireSlayerT-shirt.
“Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. “Buffy?”
“It seemed appropriate,” Sunny said, completely serious.
“Well, you may want to channel your inner Buffy tonight, because I have a feeling we are going to need it.”
“Oh, I am,” she said. And with that, Sunny grinned and pulled a blue and orange, pistol-type water blaster from her oversized pocket.
My jaw dropped. “Does that have holy water in it?”
“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course it does. I made a quick pit stop at a Catholic church and filled up.”
My jaw dropped. “They let you do that?”
“Father Donovan is a friend; and his cocker spaniel is a client of mine.” Sunny smiled. “This ‘dog groomer’ has connections, baby.”
“Nice.” I whistled in appreciation.
“I told Father Donovan I needed his help with a spiritual matter, and he didn’t ask questions.” Sunny slipped the waterpistol back in her vest’s oversized pocket. “He is praying for us, though.”
“Good,” I said. “I’ll take whatever sort of help, spiritual or otherwise, that we can get.”
“I brought two of these water blasters,” she said, cocking her head to one side. “Want one?”
I laughed. “You bet I do.”
