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Megan’s
voice when no sound escaped her lips.
    Megan punched a revenant who looked eerily like Ellen Degeneres
coming up beside Rebecca, catching the zombie in its mouth. Several teeth
clattered to the floor, sounding like dice being rolled across the tile.
    Somehow Rebecca knew Megan wanted her to drop to her knees
behind the dead Ellen so she would trip over Rebecca when Megan gave the zombie
a solid kick to the stomach—a kick Rebecca knew was coming.
    As soon as the revenant landed on the ground, Artair came over
to swing his sword, neatly taking off the creature’s head. He gave them both a
satisfied nod and a grunt she took as him being pleased before he turned back to
the last revenants left in the fight.
    “Did you feel that?” Rebecca asked Megan, wondering if
adrenaline made her foolishly imagine something that simply wasn’t there.
    “You mean when I could tell what you’d do before you did
it?”
    Rebecca could only nod.
    “Yep. Kind of a neat trick, huh?”
    A neat trick. A trick that had also
helped Rebecca find Megan, that had led her right to Condemned.
    Sisters, Artair had said. They were
supposed to be sisters. Would they always have this bond? Would it
strengthen?
    Not knowing what to say or how to react to the ever-increasing
strangeness of it all, Rebecca chose to simply ignore the telepathic connection.
Denial seemed appropriately numbing. She let her gaze wander the bar. A
collection of headless bodies, loose craniums, assorted arms, legs and broken
chairs littered the place. The bikers were regrouping, and questions would start
popping out of them. She had no idea how they’d be able to explain any of this
once the cops came.
    Sparks worked her way back to Rebecca and Megan. “We need to
get the hell outta here before the local yokels stick their noses in this.” She
glanced to Artair. “Work your magic, Celt, so we can make tracks. I’d go with
bad E story.”
    He frowned. “Will that work with these people?”
    “Hell’s Angels? Oh, yeah.”
    “What will he do?” Rebecca asked.
    “The Sentinel can do a sort of rewrite of everyone’s minds.”
Sparks inclined her head toward the patrons. “They’ll think they took some bad
ecstasy and robbed a few graves.”
    Artair had already begun reciting some Gaelic words.
    “If anyone even calls the cops,” Sparks added, “no one will be
able to give them anything solid to go on. They’ll find out all these bodies
came from the closest graveyard and will blame the bikers. If Artair does his
job right, they won’t even remember us. So, Megan, you coming with us?”
    “Shit, yeah! Let’s go.” She walked over to one of the few
barstools that remained standing, grabbed a leather jacket and slung it over her
shoulder. Leaning over the bar, she called to the bartender who was cowering on
the floor. “I’m outta here, Jimbo. Been nice knowing you!”

Chapter Five
    Rebecca sat cross-legged in the back of the van, trying
not to crawl out of her own skin. Still having a hard time swallowing all of her
new circumstances, she fought to keep her panic at bay.
    She could think about being left at the altar. Or she could
think about never going home again because she was now some kind of damned
superhero. She could even think about constantly being chased by zombies and
demons as she tried to rid the world of evil. Instead, she focused on the woman
who shared her fate.
    Rebecca had a fantastic view of Megan Feuer.
    The new Fire sat in the passenger seat, dressed in her black
leather, her vibrant hair remarkably neat, resembling the bouncy, shiny tresses
women always had in shampoo commercials. Even after the bar fight, she appeared
as utterly composed and beautiful as any woman Rebecca had ever seen.
    A broad smile lit Megan’s face as she talked with Sparks.
Rebecca couldn’t see Sparks, but she just knew the woman was calm, composed and
gorgeous. And Megan was sure handling all this much better than Rebecca. Fire’s
confidence washed