Intuition: The Premonition Series by Amy A. Bartol Read Free Book Online Page B

I am. You don’t stand a chance,” I reply, resting my head against his chest.
    “Against you, you’re right—I never stood a chance,” he replies, and his words make me smile.
    “See,” I say and hear him laugh.
    “Okay, it’s all set,” Buns says behind us. I lift my head from Reed’s chest as we both turn toward her. “The cottage is ready. We just have to follow this map.”
    “We’re not staying in the lodge?” I ask in confusion.
    “No. We thought something more private would be better,” Buns explains as we head out to get back in the cars. We follow the map to a private drive that winds in a serpentine pattern through the woods, leading to an incredible cottage in a secluded area. Located just off the backside of one of the more impressive hills, the cottage is like something out of a fairytale. The cedar shake roof is covered in newly fallen snow. All of the doors and windows are rounded at the tops and contain shutters with wrought iron hardware. Each bedroom has its own private deck and there is a central deck in the back of the cottage, complete with an outdoor fireplace.
    Reed cuts the engine to the car and I just sit in the passenger seat for a second, unable to move. “It’s so beautiful,” I breathe, because this cottage is perfect. I couldn’t imagine a more romantic setting.
    “Evie, you make me want to show you the world. If I get this reaction from you by just taking you to a little cabin in the woods, what will you say when you see the Palace of Versailles?” he asks with affection in his tone.
    “I don’t know, Reed, but this is pretty sweet,” I say, smiling.
    The door of the black Range Rover parked ahead of us opens and Zephyr exits the driver’s side. He bolts around to the passenger side, and reaching in, Zee pulls Buns out of the car. Kissing her passionately, he then hoists her over his shoulder. My eyes widen in shock as Zephyr carries Buns to the door of the cottage and disappears inside.
    “Did you see that coming?” I ask Reed.
    “Yes,” he replies.
    “Oh. Where have I been?” I ask him.
    “You have had a lot on your mind,” he responds as he picks up my hand, holding it to his lips.
    “I thought that Powers don’t really mix well with Reapers,” I say, still trying to figure it out.
    “Well, we usually have a hard time being around each other, you see, because most divine Reapers are annoying.” I start laughing after he says this and he smiles while continuing. “It’s true. Reapers want to talk about rainbows and sunshine and shiny, happy feelings. Powers usually don’t have shiny happy feelings. We wind up wanting to tear them apart, if left in close proximity to them for extended periods of time. But Buns, she’s not like that at all. She can hang with us, talk strategy and tactics and never once mention rainbows,” Reed says.
    I burst out laughing. “You’re kidding, right?” I ask. “Buns would never talk about rainbows and Brownie… there is no way,” I say, thinking of Brownie wasting her breath like that.
    “No, I’m not kidding. Buns and Brownie are the strangest Reapers I have ever met. They don’t seem to be cast in the mold of a Reaper. They aren’t annoyingly happy and bubbly all of the time. It makes me wonder about them,” he says, as if he is mulling over a particular problem.
    “You mean you think there is more to them than they’re showing us?” I ask in alarm.
    “Evie, Zee would normally rather pluck the wings off of a Reaper than sit with one in the car for a minute. But that’s not the case with Buns. He can’t get enough of her. She and Brownie are special,” he says. “But then, we all behave strangely around you. So, maybe it’s a reaction to you.”
    “We’re a very interesting crowd, huh?” I ask him, seeing his brow rise in question. “Let’s see…we have a couple of Reapers who don’t particularly act like Reapers. There is the Power, Zee, whose forte is strategy and warfare. Russell and I are