Night Marks by Amber Lynn Page B

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    “Just whose murder are you plotting out in your mind?' Jonas asks drawing me out of my amusement.
    “Now why would you think I was doing that?”
    “The bright light of glee I can see in your eyes and that small, evil smile curling up just a tad.”
    I guess I will have to watch myself in the future. I hate being obvious. It is really dangerous when I am being transparent about killing someone. I don’t want someone to see the look in my eyes and have a fair warning I am about to go crazy on their ass.
    Although, if they know it is coming they might put up a fight. Sometimes a little battle does the soul good. I guess I will have to keep it in check on a case-by-case basis.
    “Can't say. It's like a wish, if I told you it might not come true.”
    “I am 99.9% sure it isn't me and as long as you assure me it isn't Alex, I will let you have your wish.”
    “Nah. He has feelers in my mind now, so his demise would need to be spontaneous. Having him knowing what is coming just won't work.” I already know what it is like to battle with him and if it comes to it, he will have to get the quick death option.
    After thinking the thoughts, I am a little surprised I don’t hear the peanut gallery in my mind telling me what a bad idea killing him would be. Of course, over the last couple of weeks the fact that we are entwined and death comes to both of us if one of us is killed has been ingrained into my psyche.
    “Yes, well watching you two fight the other day makes me feel a little bit more at ease. I would lay odds at an even fifty-fifty that if he ever pissed you off enough for real battle, either one of you could win. Of course, the fact that you would both die no matter the victor, really allows me peace to sleep at night.” He just has to rub it in.
    “I am glad I can offer you that bit of tranquility,” I reply as we pull into the airport parking. “So, how far do you think we can get inside before we have to flash our permits for the weapons?”
    “With security as tight as it is these days, I am betting two steps,” Jake insists.
    Being a fully licensed P.I., I have all my paper work in order and if they huff about it, I can flash my old Collective identification. With that they would have to let me do whatever I want, but it would also probably ping back to the enemy, so I will only bring it out if absolutely necessary.
    I find a nice parking spot towards the back of the lot. It's still pretty early and I don't want to be surrounded by the norms longer than I have to. The rash already feels like it is coming back.
    “What does your little phone say about their flight, Jonas?”
    “We still got fifteen minutes until it lands. I say in ten minutes we all exit the vehicle, go inside, and wait around the baggage claim for terminal C. I imagine it won't take long for them to appear. I checked the flight manifest and both of them boarded the plane.”
    “I am guessing with the crowds, everyone will be joining me,” I state already knowing the answer.
    “Why do you ask such silly questions?” Jake asks leaning up into the front seat. “I personally want to check out this chick that everyone is in such a huff about and the dude that apparently is a dud.”
    “I can show you pictures. There isn't anything particularly special about either one of them. They are just humans so I am sure you will be bored immediately.”
    “I would give him five minutes before the boredom sets in,” Jonas speculates.
    “Let's just head in. I know we still have a few minutes, but maybe we will actually enjoy people watching,” I say opening my door and looking back at the guys doing the international gagging sign. You know, tongue sticking out, index finger pointing at it and making horrible choking like noises.
    I step out and pretty much fall into a giant pothole. The fact that humans cannot seem to keep their roads hole free is definitely on my top ten list of things I dislike about them. If I wasn't durable, I would