Mercy for the Damned by Lisa Olsen Read Free Book Online

him.  Parker brushed his fingers over my other arm in the ghost of a touch.  I closed my eyes for a second, shutting away the pang of longing for something I had no right to want. 
    “Do you jump like that when Adam touches you?”
    My eyes snapped open at the mention of Adam, a flush of guilt going through me.  “Well… he hasn’t really…”
    “Then he’s an idiot.”
    “He’s not an idiot,” I frowned, taking a step away from his touch.  “We’ve had more important things on our minds for a while, we haven’t had all that much alone time.”  Not between his stupid ideas of leaving me alone for my own protection and then striking the bargain with Raum.
    “I’d make time if you were mine.”  His blue eyes met mine for long seconds before I broke the connection. 
    “Well, I’m not,” I frowned, pulling free from his grasp. I tightened the apron into an impossibly small knot I’d have to cut off later, but I didn’t care.  I had to get out of there.  “I have to get to work, I’ll see you out there later.”
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    The ‘break in’ at Ben’s the night before turned out to be a total bust.  Though Sam enjoyed playing burglar, even going so far as to dress all in black, complete with a knit cap and smudged face, I couldn’t get into Ben’s laptop at all.  Whether he’d changed the password or the cops did, the only thing I could get it to do was show me the pictures he had on screen saver, which sadly, featured too many pictures of me.  All it did was give me a whopping dose of guilt, and put us no closer to throwing the police off track. 
    I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when Parker called me the next day, asking me to come by the club a little early.  Maybe he wanted to clear the air between us?  I’d pretty much tried to ignore him for the rest of the shift, as well as blowing off Jilly’s attempts to ask me about what was going on with us. 
    When I walked in, I half expected Parker to jump out and kiss me again, or grab my ass or something in the name of our “relationship”.  Instead he threw a damp towel at me with a grin.  “Just in time, she’s gonna be here any minute.”
    “Why am I afraid to ask?”
    “Laugh now, sweetheart, but old Parker really came through on this one, wait and see,” he winked confidently, and I had to admit, he definitely captured my interest.  
    “What did you do?” my eyes narrowed in suspicion.  Not that I didn’t trust Parker, I just… I guess maybe I did have some trust issues, and he didn’t always do the most appropriate thing.
    “I found us a witch,” he grinned.  “Told you I could.”
    “A witch…” I couldn’t help but be skeptical, especially given my failure at the pagan shop.  “How did you find her?”
    “Craig’s List.  No seriously, she came highly recommended,” he back pedaled at seeing my face.
    “To do what?”
    “You know, magic stuff.  She said she’s had dealings with demons before, and she might be able to help us.”
    I couldn’t quite trust any of it, either the woman was dicking with him and wouldn’t show at all, or more likely clinically insane.  “What makes you think she’s not a crock pot?”
    “That’s crackpot.”
    “Whatever.  You know what I mean.  You seriously called me down here to meet a witch you found on Craig’s List?  Have you even talked to her?”
    “No, she’s meeting us here, she didn’t want to give me her phone number.  Like I was the crazy one,” he snorted. 
    “She’s never gonna show,” I sighed, sinking down onto a barstool.  I was wrong though, as the doors opened, and the woman strode in, her kitten heels clicking on the hard floor with short, businesslike steps. 
    “Mister Davies?”
    “That’s me,” Parker straightened a little, and I recognized the look he got in his eye whenever confronted with a good looking member of the female population. 
    “I am Jadeluz Santiago.  You are