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there soon to check the scene with you. Send Connor to the survivor’s house. Falcone will meet him there.”
    For some reason I didn’t like that. In fact, my heart squeezed in pain at the thought of missing out on seeing the survivor.
    “I want to deal with the survivor,” I stated. Only, I was fucking puzzled as to why.
    “No,” Warren clipped out on a growl. “I need you at the site. You’ll be more useful there than anywhere and you know it.”
    I did. It was my talent. I wasn’t called Death for no reason. I could talk to, see, and feel the dearly departed. But dammit to hell, a need had me wanting to fight my brother’s ruling and go to the house of the survivor.
    The thought of Falcone, also known as Famine, our third horseman, at the house sort of calmed me. He was the quiet one, the book nerd who wouldn’t know if a gorgeous woman walked by or not. But for a reason I was yet to have an explanation for, I did not like the fact that Connor was going to the house.
    Shit!
    Rubbing my hand across my forehead, I fought with my inner self and snapped into the phone, “Fine. I’ll see you there.” I ended the call, and roughly placed it back in my pocket and turned to Connor. He was smiling, and I felt like punching him for it.
    “You heard all that?”
    “Yep,” he said and laughed. “I hope the survivor is a woman.”
    I didn’t feel myself move. Next, I had my brother pinned by the neck and lifted; his feet swayed in the air. He gripped my hand. “What the fuck?” he coughed.
    “Whoever it is, you leave them the fuck alone. Do not touch them,” I growled roughly. “Do you understand me?”
    “Yeah, all right. Let me the fuck down.”
    Christ. What in the hell was I doing? I dropped Connor like a ton of bricks. He stumbled back but managed to stay on his feet.
    “Sorry,” I offered.
    “What was that about, dickhead?”
    Starting for the side of the roof, I said over my shoulder, “I don’t know.” I shook my head. “I really don’t know what came over me.” But I’d known I had to get my message across, even if it was my brother I was warning.
    Because I knew I didn’t want anyone touching the survivor.
    Maybe it was because the person had just been through an ordeal. I mean, one survivor out of what could be thousands of travelers was a big deal.
    I could take a stab at the reason all night, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if any of my answers would be the right one.
    My reaction was purely based on primal instinct.
    “You know where to go?” I asked into his mind.
    “Yeah, wherever I feel Falcone at,” he answered back in mine as he studied me. I let him for a second longer before I turned back to the edge of the roof and then jumped from it to the concrete sidewalk, forty stories below.
    Still, that didn’t stop me from hearing Connor say, “Where has my calm brother gone?”
     
    * * * *
     
    Warren stood out among any crowd. He was the largest out of all of us. Standing at seven feet and built like a fucking tank, anywhere we went, he was the first one people noticed, and knew to leave him alone. Most would take one look at the scowl on his scarred face and know he wasn’t to be messed with. Unless, of course, they were idiots and didn’t heed the warning from the scowl and instead either wanted to get to know him, like some women did, or wanted to prove themselves to others and take him on. Either situation led to failure.
    He stood just on the outskirts of… disaster. Police, firemen, and emergency crew filled the area, doing what they had to do. I ignored all of them, my gaze falling upon the train. What shocked the fuck out of me was that the train looked mostly intact, except for three carriages out of twelve. The damaged three were only slightly twisted and bunched up.
    How in the hell did this cause a death total of all passengers but one?
    A shiver ran over my body.
    No!
    It couldn’t be.
    Where were they all?
    I turned and twisted, searching the area around me, and