He tended to poke back.
So she was pretty damned certain that her unwelcome visitor was a soul reaper.
Not the way she would have preferred to play this,
but she’d learned that sometimes you just eat what’s
served.
She slid off the rail and clambered down the metal
ladder set in the inside wall of the tower, silent,
focused. At the base, she paused, closing her eyes and
letting the charge in her blood seek what was out there.
No one. Her senses reached, and found only cool air,
the faint, distant rustle of branches in the wind and the
scent of the lemon cleaner she’d used to wash the floor.
There wasn’t a single thing that gave him away.
Easing open the scarred wooden door, polished to
a glossy patina, she stepped out of the tower into what
had once been the chancel but was now her living
room.
To her left, the faintest shush of sound. She made
a half turn—
As fast as she was, he was faster.
Her heart didn’t even have the chance to finish a beat
before he was on her. His body slammed against hers,
spinning her, caging her.
Pulse ramping into redline, she brought one palm up
to slap the wall as she cushioned the impact. Her neck
twisted to the side and her cheek mashed against cool
plaster.
She jabbed back hard with her free elbow. Anticipating the move, he arched beyond her reach. Then he
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