The Lightning Prophecy (The Lightning Witch Trilogy Book 1) by Emily Cyr Page B

a few things about the infamous Cowboy Bill.
    Cowboy Bill, or Billy Boy, was not local to Savannah. He came to Savannah in the colder months and left in the summer months. However, he had been doing some odd jobs getting some cash so he had stuck around this summer. According to several of the homeless, Cowboy Bill was a big-time drinker and small-time drug user. Oh, and the small fact that he was crazy. Bill was, as one person said, “A tall-tail tellin’ fool.”
    After he stumbled upon the bloody man and body, he became paranoid and withdrew from his friends and associates. No one had seen him all day, but nonetheless, we left our cards to have him call us. Yeah, like that will ever happen. We got back to the hotel around 4 P.M.
    “Delaney, want to go back out to the homeless camp again tomorrow? Mitch is going to see the … Sierra's body, and see what he can find out there.” Her answers never mattered before, but for some reason they did now.
    She smiled brightly and said, “Sure, see you at ten.”
    I turned and walked away just so she wouldn't see my smile in return.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    REID IN HIS wolf form was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. His coat was a tawny color with specks of black, the feel of it like silk. He resembled a normal timber wolf, but a hell of a lot bigger. He was only a few inches shorter than me in his wolf form. His eyes were electric green and still sparked with his humanity. And when he licked me, sweet God I about passed out from the speed of my wild heart beat alone.
    I glanced at the time on the dash; it read 4:10. Great, that gave me time to get home, shower, and get to Mil’s. I turned the key and heard a big bunch of nothing. Ugh, I groaned . Really? Not this again . I not so softly banged my head on the steering wheel. Could this day get any worse? Well there it was, I thought it so now it’s going to happen. I tried the key again. The car sputtered and died. Well, at least it didn’t explode. That was something positive, wasn’t it?
    I heard a brisk knock at my window. I jumped at the noise, then looked up and was met with Reid’s hot caramel glaze. I licked my lips. Oh God, did I really just do that? His eyes dropped to my lips and his eyebrows went up in question. I felt my face began to warm with flush.
    I cracked the door and said, “It’s dead. I guess I’ll need to call a friend or a c-”
    “Stop, Delaney. I’ll take you home.” Oh, because him and me alone was a great idea. I would just tell him thanks but no thanks.
    “Yeah, okay thanks,” I blurted. Apparently, my hormones controlled my mouth. Damned hormones.
    He opened my door, but when I got out he didn’t give me that much space so our bodies brushed, sending a spike of heat to my core. He cannot be this close to me. My brain gets all fuzzy when he's this close to me. All I could think about were his hands all over me. His lips and tongue. Okay, listen, hot sauce, you need to calm down. I took a deep breath and met that hot caramel gaze again.
    “Uh o-okay, let’s go.”
    He smiled and said, “Yes, let’s.”
    After I sat down in the Jeep, I pulled out my cell and texted my friend Troy. Troy was a friend Sierra and I met one night when we went to Club One, the local gay bar. When we met Troy, he was bartending. He was wearing a long white toga with gold and purple ribbons trailing down his arms and a gold belt cinching his waist, which, by the way, was impossibly tiny. His bust was sloshing out of his top and I always wondered how he managed to get them to look so real! Hell, I had a hard time not staring at them. I swear to God he had to use Jell-O molds to make his boobs look so real because there’s just no way. His long black hair was swept up into a braid that wrapped around his head, looking much like a crown, with gold leaves sticking out of it. Over his left, um, breast? Pec? His nametag read Helen of Troy .
    The best way to describe Troy would be “a male peacock.” Troy