Skye Cree 02: The Bones Will Tell by Vickie McKeehan Read Free Book Online Page A

percent of him still required sleep to function. Tonight, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to Skye leaving the house every night without him. And right this moment, he wasn’t even certain he had a right to worry about her. Did she even want him to?
    Hell, who was he kidding? He’d never stop stressing about her during those hours between nine at night and three or four in the morning. He could never quite settle until she crawled into bed beside him after her “rounds” were done, after she’d exhausted the notion that there were kids out there she could find and rescue.
    It helped somewhat knowing Kiya, the silver wolf with the deep blue eyes, they now shared, accompanied Skye into the streets. It was true the wolf protected her, was with her every step Skye took down alleys and dark unlit walkways.
    But just because Josh was connected to Skye’s spirit guide now, didn’t mean he wouldn’t have preferred to be out there with both of them. While woman and wolf patrolled, searched, and hunted, he hadn’t yet figured out a way to run his company during normal business hours and put in another six at night with Skye.
    So he bided his time on his own at night—while she went out with her wolf in search of—whatever it was Skye needed to hunt. Be it predator or a child in trouble, for Skye he knew she felt compelled to go out. Period. But understanding and knowing Skye had to go out every night didn’t solve their problems. Not by a longshot.
    Josh understood the evil out there. He did. Since he’d seen it firsthand in his own dark, disturbing dreams, he knew what it smelled like, what it looked like, what it felt like. But there were nights when all he managed to do was torture himself with the anxiety of knowing she was out there. While at the same time he’d get a minimum amount of shuteye to function during the day. He wasn’t sure he could keep doing this night after night.
    And did he have to keep working on her every single day to get her to trust and commit to a long-term relationship with him? Did he want to work that hard at getting her to talk about it? Marriage. The woman couldn’t even bring herself to say the word.
    Frustrated, disgruntled about the whole thing, he had to get his mind to focus on something else. Opening his laptop, he logged on to try to get a little work done. He wrote and sent a few emails, but after forty-five minutes or so of effort, he just couldn’t concentrate. So he logged off, snapped the lid closed harder than he meant to do.
    One glance at the clock got him even edgier. Goddamn it, why hadn’t he gone with her? Something was off. It felt…wrong for Skye to be alone right now.
    He reached for his phone, slid the arrow over to unlock. He thumbed over to favorites all the while moving to the elevator. With his hand he banged on the button four times in rapid succession. The door couldn’t open quickly enough. But when it did, he hopped into the car.
    Why wasn’t she picking up?
    Because something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones.
    To hell with this reasoning, he needed to get to Skye. And he couldn’t move fast enough.
     

     
    After leaving the loft, it hadn’t taken long for Skye’s senses to fill with the familiar sounds and smells of the night. As she drifted over to Fifth Avenue and Jackson near Union Station, she caught the unmistakable aroma of fried shrimp coming from Lute’s Seafood Shanty on the corner.
    She heard a foghorn somewhere out in the harbor. The sound she’d heard a thousand times before. Glancing to her right, she noticed the hazy blue fog swirl up out of the ground and up into the misty night. Skye pursed her lips at the thick smoke. It always amazed her to watch Kiya take shape. 
    The vapor turned bluer, thicker. The energy blast to her system was like a shot of adrenalin. The boost of inner strength ran through her veins. Kiya’s eyes appeared first, a deep violet like her own. The body came next, silver in color. Sleek and