Revenant's Kiss (Chronicles of the Afterlife) by Joyce Robles Read Free Book Online Page B

want him to stumble on the two of you. Circle the
building if you want, park a couple blocks down," she offered as another option. "I don’t want the two
of you in the line of fire if it can be avoided." Each and every person on their team was trained in hand
to hand combat, for all the good it would do them, and could proficiently manage a fire arm. Those
skills didn’t change the fact that neither Malcolm nor Marcia had any actual combat experience,
Malcolm was an escape driver and Marcia on her best of days was even more useless than that.
Mediums were useful outside the field, on it they were cannon fodder and negotiators, well vampires
tended to kill those for fun.
                 Jennifer didn’t say more just slipped out of the passenger seat onto the sidewalk praying that
she would get the door closed before Malcolm would point out the obvious like he always did.
"Jenny," she inwardly cursed when Malcolm interjected before she could even close the door. "Take a
radio," she hated that he always managed to notice when neither she nor Manson had bothered to take
one. In her experience carrying around a radio always seemed to be more trouble than not. She had
put in more than once that they now made models that could have earphones attached for the purpose
of stealth but they were still loud enough for a vampire to hear. She didn’t like it but knew it was
protocol and wasn’t about to give Malcolm any ammunition he could feed to the higher ups in hopes of
getting her reassigned in hopes that she’d come crawling back to him. She turned somewhat sulkily on
her heel when he called on her again before she could close the door. "Jen," he waited for her to look
back at him before he said more, "stay safe."
                 Jennifer nodded, for some reason Malcolm’s words brought back Ethan’s strange farewell
back at the gas station, "be safe out there in the dark." Jennifer wasn’t sure why in that moment she
had thought of the man or the words, so swiped the memory aside. She aimed for smiling reassuringly
but could never tell if her expression looked like it should, she was not a master of schooling her
features like some people were. Without thinking she answered in a way she knew would make her
cousin Doug proud, "live long and prosper." Before he had a chance to say something, that she could
tell just by the look on his face would be full of reprimands on how she wasn’t taking this seriously, she
slammed the door closed and trotted to a waiting Manson.
                 She dreaded the parting words that she knew were coming as soon as she heard the sound of
the power windows on the passenger side rolling down. "Keep the radio switched on Jennifer!"
Malcolm called, and it took a level of self control she didn’t want to really expend not to flip him off as
he pulled away from the curb.
                 Manson didn’t say anything, though she knew for a fact that he didn’t like the idea of the radio
potentially giving away their position any more than she did. Without complaint that would only waste
time she hooked the radio on her side and tried to forget that it was there, but couldn’t. She had a fear
that like in every horror movie she’d ever seen the radio would suddenly screech static and it would get
herself and anyone else with her killed. She took a deep breath and tried to erase the thought of radios
and hordes of vampires descending. But it was still in the back of her head no matter what and she
couldn’t force it out, so instead of feeling like a life line like the radio was meant to be it felt like a
weight against her side, unforgettable in its potential to do more harm than good.
                 She took a glance over at Manson but he seemed less worried about the radio then frustrated
with it. So she gave her attention instead to the darkness behind the building that they needed to go
into. There was a small part of her that still wished