Page 72 of Bad Moon Rising
Her stomach clenched. She balled her hands into fists and relaxed them.Gloves help.They might stop the death visions. The images were real. Kind of a freaky power to see some people’s death. The visions didn’t seem that useful.
She stared at her hands. Did all lycans have special abilities like this? Maybe it wouldn’t faze these two to know. They dealt with the occult every day.
“Nova!” Roman raised his voice. “Gloves?”
She swallowed, met his stare for an instant before looking away.
He caught her chin and forced eye contact. “What aren’t you telling me?”
They stared at each other in silence, measuring the depth of their connection and if that connection forced each of them not to lie to the other about basic truths.
“I, um…have an ability that didn’t get erased with my memories.” She cleared her throat and looked away.
“What kind ofability?” Roman asked.
“When I touch people, I see how they die.”
“What?” both Roman and Flynn said.
“It scared Dom, but I saw his death and that of every human I’ve touched. Oddly, it doesn’t happen with either of you or your mother. I think it might not work on lycans.”
“You haven’t seen my death?” Roman asked.
She shook her head. “Maybe it means you don’t die?”
“That’s optimistic, but unlikely. Everything dies. Except gods, although they might also have a defined lifespan. Who knows?”
“That’s a creepy skill,” Flynn muttered.
“No kidding,” she muttered back. “Not sure how useful it is, like I told myself in the video. Also not sure if what I see is set-in-stone truth or could be changed.”
Roman dropped his head, “We have to find Ky. He’s a part of all this, somehow.”
Flynn said, “I called Gerard from a payphone while you two were doing your thing. He seemed more concerned about us finding Nova and killing her than finding Ky. Legit, he’s worried about the King’s life. Can’t fault him for that. It’s his job.”
“That’s our current mission. Of course he’s going to be more focused on that.” Roman blew out an agitated breath. “What do we do to find Ky?”
“You didn’t let me finish.” Flynn snorted out an exasperated sigh. “Gerard gave me an address that Ky left in a message last night. It’s in Brussels. I already checked in all of our safe houses across Europe and Africa for Ky. He definitely wasn’t responding to the one in Brussels, nor did I get any trigger he’d entered the apartment we keep there. So, if he was in Brussels…if he really is there, then he wasn’t staying at the safe house.”
“If he called Gerard, why wouldn’t he have left a message for us yesterday when we were with Mom?”
“I don’t know. Gerard said he authenticated it.”
“Then we go to Brussels and find answers. But we be careful. Could be a trap.” Roman wiped his nose, coming away with blood. With a curse, he clapped his hand over his nose and shuffled to the hatch. By the time he pulled the rotatory door handle and activated the folding stairs, blood covered his hand and dribbled down his arm.
Chapter Twenty
Roman didn’t remember the trek to the hangar’s small restroom nor obtaining a wad of stiff brown paper towels to press to his nose.
Sitting on the cold concrete floor of a questionably clean, unheated restroom wasn’t how he wanted to meet his maker. So long as he remained still and kept his mind blank, the pain from the curse’s punishment faded. His strength waned as did his ability to focus on keeping his mind blank. Nova’s image popped into his head.
Shit.
The pain ramped back up. The world shifted and tilted around him, even though he was certain he hadn’t moved. He had to be bleeding out internally, weakening from blood loss. His inherent rapid healing ability couldn’t compete with hundreds of vessels exploding at once.
“Helluva time to take a nap,” Flynn announced from the doorway. He knelt near Roman’s feet, swallowed several times, and compressed his lips. “I’m going to have to take a look…to see how bad it is.”
The miniscule movement of his head in Flynn’s direction sent the whole world into a dizzying shift.
