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She looked like shit, but her powers were still strong. Her darkness radiated onto him, inducing a spout of nausea.
    “Hey.” Hawa’s harsh whisper yanked him out of the vision. His eyes flew open. She leaned on the table toward him and glanced around the restaurant. “What the hell was that?”
    “I don’t know.” His seeking ability hadn’t worked since his soul returned from the underworld. Unlike when he was still in control of his ability, this vision materialized without his consent. He rubbed his eyes. Bizarre. He didn’t want to find her. He hadn’t closed his eyes and focused on her face, voice, or a vivid memory. It just…happened. “I think…” He dropped his hands into his lap and blinked, clearing the fuzzy border from the edges of his vision. “I think I just sought Contessa…somehow.” He rubbed his eyes again. If his ability were to come back, maybe that meant other things would come back too—like his pulse.
    “Well,” she sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, “if you start to feel the urge to bite a chunk out of my arm, make sure to tell me so I can get as far away from you as possible.”
    “What?” He ran his fingers through his hair and down his face, willing away the headache throbbing through his temples.
    “You were in the underworld. If weirder-than-normal seeking stuff is happening, who says you won’t turn all zombie apocalypse sometime when you’re hungry?”
    He couldn’t help but chuckle at her tight features and puckered lips. The sprinter was dead serious. “I’m not a zombie.” Great. The only semi-normal conversation he’d ever had with her, and it had her worrying he’d chew her face off.
    He picked up his cup of coffee and sipped it, deciding it best to drink it black. The waiter returned with a tray of food, and another waiter behind him.
    Jayden’s stomach rumbled at the scent of the turkey sausage and buttery biscuits. For a second he’d forgotten how hungry he was. After a good meal, they would figure out what to do next. But since he hadn’t thought to bring cash to the solstice with him, he was totally broke. Too bad he hadn’t remembered that little fact before ordering. He’d have to tell Hawa they were going to dine and dash.
    If he weren’t already dead, he’d be afraid she’d kill him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    “I can’t believe you don’t have any cash,” Hawa whispered harshly over the table, full of empty plates. “How were you planning to pay for the mountains of food you just got through inhaling?”
    Jayden scratched the nervous itch pinching at the back of his arm. “I didn’t exactly plan on any of this.”
    She scoffed and rested the heel of her boot on the edge of her chair, her thigh pressed to her chest, and dug in the top of her boot.
    “What are you going to do?” he mumbled while she tugged and pulled at the zipper. “Hope they love your fashion sense and let us walk?”
    She retrieved a wad of cash and rested her foot back on the floor. “I’m going to pay for our food, jackass.”
    He sat up straight, watching her count out five and ten dollar bills onto the table. “You said you didn’t have any money.”
    She laid down the last five-dollar bill and shoved the rest into her bra. “I said I left my stuff behind. I always have a little cash, just in case.” She stood. “And I don’t believe in stealing.”
    Jayden pushed out of his chair and followed her through the crowded restaurant, out to the parking lot. When she slowed, he continued toward the cab.
    “Nope.”
    He paused. “What do you mean, ‘nope’?”
    “Leave it. It’s too risky.” She gestured toward the street. “We’ll get around on foot.”
    He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out the keys. Maybe if he left them with the car, the driver wouldn’t be quite as pissed. “Okay. Hang on a second.” Jayden opened the driver’s side door, tucked the keys in the sun visor, and then used his