The Soul Healer by Melissa Giorgio Read Free Book Online

acting all this time, but I guess he really was that stupid.
    “Enough!” Charles said. He walked up to me, and I made to run away, but his hand snaked out, clamping around my wr ist. I struggled, although I don’t know why I bothered. It wasn’t like I was going to get out of his ironclad grip anytime this century. “If you’re not going to behave, then I will just have to force your hand.”
    And on that particularly frightening threat, he began dr agging me across the warehouse.

    Chapter Eight
     
    “Let me go!” I exclaimed through gritted teeth, trying to kick at Charles’ legs with my slipper-clad feet. He ignored me, steering me toward the other guy in the warehouse, the one who had been watching silently the entire time. He was probably around twenty, with reddish-brown hair that could use a good cut. His eyes were a very pale blue, almost gray, and he wore a bored look on his face as he observed poor me getting my arm wrenched out of its socket by mean Mister Charles. Obviously, I couldn’t look to him for help.
    I sent him a death glare. He responded by winking .
    Ugh.
    “Gabri—” Charles paused and cleared his throat. “Gabiella, this is Jonathan, a member of Silver Moon.”
    “Wonderful,” I deadpanned.
    Charles yanked me over so I was standing directly in front of Jonathan. He raked his eyes up and down my body and sneered. Double ugh. This guy was disgusting. Reminded me of Christian, actually, which was definitely not a compliment. “Cute pajamas,” he said. “That whole flannel look is dead sexy.”
    “Come a little closer and I’ll show you how dead sexy I can be—”
    “I’m going to ask you one more time,” Charles interrupted. “Are you or are you not a Soul Healer?”
    Was this guy a little slow or something? “I told you, I don’t know what that is!” And eve n if I did, I wouldn’t tell him anyway.
    He pursed his lips together in discontent. “You really won’t tell me? You won’t admit to healing not only Evan, but Rafe, too?”
    I aimed my glare toward Evan. The blonde shrugged in response. God, I couldn’t believe he had told the director of Silver Moon all of my dirty secrets. Did he know I possessed the Sight, too? Probably, since Evan obviously had a freaking big mouth . My eyes still on Evan, I said, “I’m not telling you anything, Mister Director.”
    “That’s a shame,” he said quietly , turning to Jonathan, his movements too quick for me to catch. At first, I thought Charles had punched the other hunter in the gut for some reason, but when Charles moved away, I saw a knife protruding from Jonathan’s stomach. Jonathan let out a strangled gasp and took a few, stumbling steps backwards. My mouth dropped open. Wait, what was going on? I thought he said Jonathan was a hunter? As in, you know, his ally ? Didn’t they work together to stab demons, and not each other?
    Jonathan dropped to his knees, his hands around the hilt of the knife. He looked up at Charles, the agony apparent on his face. “Sir?”
    “Sorry, Jonathan, but I needed to see if Evan was telling the truth.” Charles nodded to me. “Heal him, Gabiella.”
    “You are batshit crazy!” I cried, crouching in front of Jonathan and waving my hands in the air frantically. Did I take the knife out, or leave it in? What the hell, I wasn’t a nurse, how was I supposed to know what to do?
    “No, I’m not crazy,” Charles said.
    “You stab your own associates for the fun of it, then?” I leaned forward and applied pressure to the area around the wound, Jonathan’s hot, sticky blood staining my fingers. He groaned and pulled away from my grasp, glaring at me. Oops, guess I wasn’t helping.
    “I want to see you in action.”
    Tears sprung to my eyes and I whirled on him. “It doesn’t work like that!”
    “Then I guess Jonathan will die.” He didn’t even look sorry when he said that. What kind of monster was he!
    I let out a scream of frustration, watching as Jonathan paled, his