Nothing but blue. Not a single owl or bird to be seen.
I wiped my hand over my face, wicking away the sweat.
“Brogan?” she said again, moving my way.
“I’m good.” I searched the sky again. “I’m okay. You saw the owls?”
She nodded. “Abbi got in the truck and you weren’t with her.”
“I was here?” That sounded strange, but she took it in stride.
“I didn’t have eyes on you the entire time, but I didn’t feel you go anywhere.” She moved closer, took my hand. “What happened?”
“A drea—a vision.”
“That owl woman? From the road last night?”
“Yeah.”
Lu studied my face. She knew I was telling the truth.
She also knew I hadn’t slept much last night. She knew other things too—that I’d been having nightmares ever since I’d been targeted by the Hush. That I was still new to this being alive thing.
That I could still see the ghosts who lingered here on earth, and importantly, that my perception of what was real might not be as reliable as someone else’s.
She pressed her palm against my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I closed my eyes, reveling in her touch. Even though it had been two months since the god, Cupid, had gifted me with a physical body again, I still shivered under the overwhelming sensations of her, the richness of her touch.
“I am,” I said, pressing my hand over hers. “Let’s drive before we catch Bill’s attention. I’ll fill you in on what happened. We have a god problem.”
CHAPTERFOUR
“Cupid doesn’t like you?” Abbi asked again, for the fourth time, the sixth time, maybe the hundredth time.
“That’s what the seer said,” I repeated.
My headache from the vision was worse this time, cranking up to be a full-on migraine. The rumble from the truck’s engine and jolting of the tires through pot holes weren’t helping much.
Lu was trying not to appear worried about me, but she kept throwing quick glances my way, her fingers restless on the wheel, tapping, tapping.
“I’m fine,” I assured her again. I propped one elbow on the frame of the door, and rested my head in my hand, eyes closed.
Lorde, who had scrunched up between Abbi and me, whined softly and draped more of her furry torso over my body.
Chevrolet hadn’t had luxury in mind when they’d made this F-10 back in the 1960s. It was meant to be a working truck, strong and steady, and it did that well. But just at the moment, I was wishing for a headrest and a little more leg room.
“I’ll find us a place and pull over,” Lu said.
“But, Cupid?” Abbi piped.
“I’m fine,” I said, though it came out a little raspy. “Just. Headache.”
“I’ll find us a place,” Lu said.
“I liked Cupid,” Abbi grumbled.
Abbi’s voice was hard to hear over the stabbing pain in my brain. If the world would stop shaking, it would be okay. I would be okay. I had to be okay. I couldn’t leave Lula after we’d just started our life together again.
