Page 73 of Immortal Unveiled

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Manus still couldn’t believe what had happened between him and Kim. Even now, more than twelve hours later, he was still in a state of shock. But no matter how often he told himself that it was wrong to have made love to Kim the Stealth Guardian way, he couldn’t get himself to regret it. He’d never felt anything even close to the kind of bliss he’d experienced with Kim in his arms.

After the DEA, police, and K9 units had finally cleared the strip mall in the early hours of the morning, Manus had smuggled Kim into the compound and into his private quarters—he hoped without anybody noticing. Taking her to her own place while she was still shimmering golden hadn’t been advisable. What if he lost his concentration and she suddenly became visible? If somebody saw her, questions would be raised. No, the best course of action had been to take her back to the compound. At least that’s how he justified his actions to himself. That in reality he wanted her scent to rub off on his sheets was another matter altogether.

While Kim took a shower, Manus dialed Logan’s number from the house phone and let it ring. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey, Manus, what’s up? Why are you here? I thought you’d be guarding Kim,” Logan said.

“I am.” He left it at that. “Listen. I need Winter’s help.”

“What for?”

Manus rolled his eyes. Logan was always protective of Winter, always looking out for her so that she wouldn’t overexert herself by using her gift for useless endeavors. And if Manus were honest, if he had a mate who was a psychic, he’d probably do the same.

“We had bad luck last night. We broke into that translator’s office who was doing some work for Nancy Britton. But a demon got there before us. Kilgore is dead. And there’s no record of what he did for Nancy.”

“Ah, crap. So, you’re at a dead end?”

“Not if Winter can help us.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Can you bring her to Nancy’s house? Maybe being around Nancy’s things can trigger a vision. It’s worked before.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “It doesn’t always work that way.”

“What doesn’t?” The voice was fainter but definitely that of Winter.

“Manus wants to use your gift,” Logan explained.

“Is it for something important?” Winter asked.

“Yes,” Logan said.

“Give me that.” Then her voice was louder as she was speaking directly into the phone. “Manus? I’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Winter. I really wouldn’t ask you if there were any other way.”

“No problem. But I can’t promise it’ll work.”

“I know that. But I appreciate you trying. Have Logan escort you to Nancy Britton’s house. Shall we meet there in an hour?”

“That works. See you then.”

Manus disconnected the call.

“Who were you talking to?”

He turned his head toward the door to the bathroom, where Kim stood, fully dressed in the clothes he’d stolen from the dry cleaners.

“Have I mentioned to you that one of our warriors is married to a psychic?”

“A psychic? A real one?” she asked.

“Yep. The whole works. Visions and all. She’ll help us.”

“How?”