NOT DEAD YET: A Lucy Hart, DEATHDEALER Novel (Book Two) Read Free

and you could really bring the dead back to life—which was yucky!—and the vampire had really, truly communicated with only his mind.
    But right that moment all Lucy felt was that now familiar surge of happiness, not because her Gabriel was there, and she’d so been missing him, but because the vampire was near.  Not only did her vision clear, but so did her mind.  A strength that burned hot and cold all at once rushed through her body like a flash flood.
    What happened next took only an instant.  She snapped back her head with a thudding crack, eliciting a grunt of pain from Micah.  She threw out her arms, wrenching herself free of Micah’s burly embrace, and with a move so graceful and quick, a move Lucy had never even imagined could be done, she jumped straight up in the air, whirling around and kicked Micah full in the chest. 
    And just like that the two hundred and fifty pound werewolf flew through the air twenty feet and smacked with a crunch against the blessedly padded gymnasium wall.  He seemed to stick to the wall for a split second before his body crumpled to the floor.
    Lucy stood there, listening to her heart beat, slow and strong, as she stared coolly at Micah’s limp body.
    She heard Paul say, “Holy shit!” from across the room, and heard Gabriel gasp in surprise. 
    But it was Vin’s internal voice that snapped her out of the cool, quiet place in her head. The vampire thought, she moves like vampire...  she is exquisite.   And worst of all, she could feel his hunger for her.
    It burned.
    That snapped her back to the here and now, out of the cold, calm place and back to the fact that she’d just kicked her fiancé’s brother across a room and knocked him out.  How the hell did that happen?
    She ran over to his side.  Gabriel and Paul were both already there, gently shaking Micah’s big, muscular shoulder.  She didn’t hear what they were saying, her heart was now thudding like a caged thing in her chest, in her ears, but she did see Micah hold up his hand as he shook his head. 
    She fell to the tiled floor and looked down into Micah’s golden brown eyes.  They were unfocused and more than a little bloodshot, but when he looked up at her and smiled his crooked, golden-boy smile, she let out a relieved breath.
    He was okay .  Only Micah could get knocked out one minute and be smiling the next.
    “Cut that out!  You scared me!”  She had no idea how she’d done what she’d just done, but she found it unbelievable that she had actually knocked Micah out...  not to mention across a freaking room.  He was over six foot three, he weighed over twice as much as she did, and he was a freaking werewolf.
    “Hey, I’m not the one holding out on us.”  He shook his head and sat up, the smile still in place, but there was uneasiness in his eyes. 
    Is he actually afraid of me?  Nah, couldn’t be.
    “I didn’t do that.”  She really couldn’t fathom how she could have.
    Gabriel looked up from his brother to Lucy.  He looked spooked too.  He was shaking his head as he gazed at her, finally saying, “Must’ve been a lucky shot.”
    Micah barked with laughter.  “You mean a lucky flying, spinning snap kick to the solar plexus?” 
    Lucy felt her eyes widen in their sockets.  Had she really done all that?
    “Sorry guys.” He coughed as he leaned back against the padded wall behind him.  “But that move takes years of training, and that kick also took some preternatural strength too.”  His weary gaze moved back to Vin.  “Vampire strength, I’d say.”
    Gabriel looked back at Vin, too, and then they both stared at Lucy.  She felt her face burn.  What were they looking at her like that for?   And did they know what thoughts, what unwanted feelings she had every time the vampire was near her?
    She shook the thought out of her head.  They were werewolves, not clairvoyants.  And anyways, what was there for them to know?  So what if she suddenly kicked big, dumb