Page 67 of My Instant Karma

“Theother twoaren’t coming.” He studies me for a second as if reading my mood and then asks, “You didn’t really want to see Dante, did you?”

“If he lays off trying to have sex with me, then I’ll be fine with him.” That’s technically true…mostlytrue.

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but I think it’s a bit more than just sex,” Evan says with a softness that makes me believe there’s more to his statement.

My concern is about the “bit more.” What if they are working under Karma’s orders to mess with me?

To stop the conversation about Dante, I concede, “Maybe, and maybe he believes that. He probably never actually had to wait to get into someone’s pants, so it’s throwing him off.”

Evan just shakes his head but doesn’t argue anymore. “Enough of that. It isn’t my business anyway, unless it affects the job.”

The more we talk about my sex life, or lack thereof, the more irritated I become. “Complications are what I’m trying to prevent. You should probably tell Dante to back the fuck off for the sake of the job.”

He nods. “Alright, back to whyIwanted to talk.”

“You mean it wasn’t to lecture me about Dante’s sexualneeds?”

Evan glares at me, but there isn’t much heat behind it. “It wasn’t. What happened with the vamp?”

“I told you.” I don’t give any signs that I’m lying, but Evan picks up on the fact that I’m withholding anyway.

“You told me you pulled your energy back, and then you drained him.” He leans forward on his seat. “Buthow?”

Screw it. I should just tell him. He might help me through this no matter if he’s on my side or not. If Karma wants my powers, she might have him help me along, and I can use that to my advantage.

“I don’t know exactly how I did it. When I felt my life force draining away, I opened my third eye and saw it being sucked into him. So I pulled it back, and then… he died.”

“Were you trying to kill him?” Evan asks. His face is a stoic mask, but his voice gives away some of his worry.

“Not consciously.” I shrug. “But maybe on some deep level, I was protecting myself by eliminating the threat. Self-defense.”

Evan nods thoughtfully. “I suppose when we are threatened, our instincts take over.”

“Are you worried that I’m going to go on a killing spree?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“What?” he blurts. “No. I… It just scared me.”

I have never seen him so flustered, even in the face of giant guys ready to stomp his ass. “You meanyouare scaredofme… of what happened to Kurtis and now the vamp.”

“Yeah, a little. You’re powerful, and we don’t even know what you can do. How powerfulareyou? What if—”

“I blow you all up? Suck your souls from your body?” I finish for him.

“Yeah, and you might hurt yourself, or maybe an innocent person.”

“So far, I’ve only hurt people who have attacked me.”

“Good point.” Evan quiets, staring at me for a long while. “Was there more to any of those attacks?”

“What do you mean?” I narrow my eyes on him.

“How did you bring Kurtis back from the dead? And why didn’t you tell us about that part?”

I’m not going to confess my afterlife portal visit when I’m still questioning their loyalties, but he suspects I’m holding back information. I have to give him something to appease his curious mind.

“I think it must have been an extension of my karma powers combined with my psychic ability to sense souls and death. I could see him outside of his body. I kind of… redirected him back.”

It’s close enough to how it went down. I don’t need to confess howfarout his soul traveled.