Pyros: DarkWorld: Skinwalker 0.5 (Novella) (DarkWorld: Origins Book 1) by T.G. Ayer Read Free Book Online Page B

rest."
    Logan snorted. He had almost forgotten that Jess could hear his thoughts, unless he shuttered his mind the way he'd been taught. He concentrated and seconds later–
    "Thank you, Logan. Now please rest."
    Now, as steel wings flapped overhead, bearing them home, Logan stared straight ahead at Saleem. His dark locks framed a face strong with his Persian heritage. A tattoo swirled on his cheek, crawling across his cheek from beneath his left ear, along his hairline and ending at the corner of his left eye. Whenever he studied the markings he always felt a twinge of pain at the thought of the agony his friend must have gone through to have the tattoo etched on such sensitive areas.
    "He who can withstand the bite of pain is but a real man." Saleem peered at him through barely open eyes.
    "He who can withstand the pull of sleep is the real man," he jested back at Saleem.
    "Sleep is sustenance and a man without sustenance will surely perish." Saleem smiled a benevolent smile.
    "Touché, my friend."
    Then both men shut their eyes, intending to get some semblance of rest.
    Logan's sat-phone bleeped and he peered at it with bleary eyes, before taking the call.
    The conversation didn't last long. Gunther was a man of few words. And Logan knew sleep would be a long time coming.
    Cutting the call he looked up, sensing eyes on him. Saleem, Mik and Sandi stared at him, waiting. Jess, of course, would have heard the whole conversation, with her mind magyk.
    "We're back on the clock, bunnies. Body dump in Chicago. Jess and I need to check it out. You three can go back to HQ and get some rest.."
    They didn't look pleased. All three were concerned with Logan's sleep patterns and knew he'd gotten barely twenty minutes of z's in the last forty hours. Fatigue would burn a mage out faster than the magyk itself. They were right.
    "I promise to get some shut-eye as soon as we check this case out."
    "You'd better. 'Cos I'm calling Gunther as soon as we land." Sandi was her usual bossy self. Made him glad and sad that he never had a little sister. He didn't bother to fight with her.
    The helicopter banked left, changing course for Chicago. Flying, as they were, below radar and camouflaged, they entered the city limits and headed for the Chicago police department building without detection.
    The Black Hawk hovered over the large white 'H' painted on the rooftop. Saleem and Mik tied off the ropes and tossed them out the open door. The ropes unrolled and fell to the roof like two over-excited vipers, whipping and snapping all the way down.
    A quick salute and Jess and Logan grabbed their ropes and let themselves fall, a few feet at a time until their feet touched the rooftop.
    Logan had a feeling Jess hadn't needed the rope to descend, but he held his tongue.
    They unhitched themselves from the ropes and Logan signaled the okay to go. The helicopter moved away, still so silent that all anyone would hear was a sound similar to the thwack-thwack of a flat tire being driven on.
     
    ---THE END---
     
    Want to know what happens next with Logan? Read SKIN DEEP (a DarkWorld Novel)
    Jess & Storm appear in SKIN DEEP (a DarkWorld Novel)
    Saleem gets his own story in Blood Magic (A DarkWorld SoulTracker Novel)
    Storm appears in Blood Magic (A DarkWorld SoulTracker Novel)
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SKIN DEEP – A DARKWORLD SKINWALKER NOVEL #1
     

SKIN DEEP - Chapter 1
    The door stood open and my supervisor walked back and forth, already arranging the chairs in a cozy circle. Clancy grinned as I entered. "Hello, Miss Tardy," she teased. I stuck my tongue out at her and stashed my backpack behind the desk.
    I always arrived at least thirty minutes early, something she teased me for often enough. Today I was only fifteen minutes early, so technically, she was right and I was late.
    I'd headed to the group therapy session in spite of the dull headache pounding my skull with