Thin Air by Rachel Caine Read Free Book Online

didn’t look like dangerous desperadoes. The girl was just damn cute . Young, tanned, toned, beach-bunny perfect. If the boy was with her in a romantic sense, he was definitely dating outside of his weight class, because he was greasy, skinny, sullen, and generally unattractive, unless you went in for that sort of heroin-chic bad-boy vibe. Badass, but probably not bad.
    Probably.
    â€œOh, come on. You really going to shoot me, Lewis?” the boy asked, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket he was wearing. “Because I don’t think you’ve got the stones.”
    â€œGuess again.” Lewis’s aim didn’t waver.
    The boy sneered. Really, openly sneered, which isn’t easy to do with a serious weapon aimed at you. “Please. I’m a Fire Warden. I can make sure that gun doesn’t work.”
    â€œYou forget,” Lewis said, “I’m a Fire Warden, too.” And he moved the gun about an inch to the left and pulled the trigger. The noise was deafening. I choked on the stench of burned cordite that wafted over me and yelped.
    The boy hadn’t flinched. The bullet dug a fresh yellow hole into the tree next to him.
    â€œPlease don’t do that,” the girl said, and deliberately stepped out in front of the boy. “Look, we’re just here to help, okay? There’s no need for this.”
    â€œThen tell me how you got here .”
    She took a step toward him, hands outstretched. “We don’t have time for this.”
    â€œCherise, right?” he asked. “Don’t push it, Cherise. I will shoot you.”
    â€œI think you would if you really thought I was dangerous,” she said. “But look at me. How can I be—”
    Lewis was totally not above shooting the pretty girl.
    And he did, three times, right in the center of her fluffy hot pink sweater.
    Cherise rocked back, lips parting, and stared down at the damage to her sweater for a few seconds, and then looked back up at Lewis. “You bastard ! That was cashmere !” She lunged at him. He grabbed her by the arm, swung her around her own axis of motion, and slammed her face-first into a tree.
    Which did about as much damage as three bullets in the chest, apparently.
    And she was my friend? That either kicked ass, or was a big, big problem.
    The boy grabbed hold of Lewis, stripped away the gun, and the two of them got down to some serious fighting, only some of which was happening in the real world; I could feel the stinging force of powers being slung back and forth along with punches, but I couldn’t tell who had the upper hand.
    Cherise grabbed my arm, locked eyes with me, and panted, “Run! Come on, we have to go, now !”
    â€œBut—you were shot—”
    She waved that off impatiently. “I’m okay. Come on!”
    We ran. The trail was thin, and heavily clogged with debris, but Cherise was fast, and I moved as quickly as I dared, leaping over logs and branches and struggling to keep up. I was cold, very cold, and I couldn’t believe she was this active without at least a coat. But I guessed that if she was bullet-resistant, being immune to the chill wasn’t much of a stretch.
    I felt a pulse of energy so strong it knocked me to my knees, and Cherise yelled and dropped flat, and a wave of heat rolled over us, thick and shocking.
    A fireball erupted behind us.
    â€œKevin!” Cherise was up and running back toward the inferno, but she didn’t get far before the flames drove her back. “Kevin!”
    She didn’t need to worry. The boy plunged through the flames as if they weren’t even there and doubled over, breathing hard. He wasn’t even singed. “Damn,” he gasped, and coughed. “Ow. That hurt.”
    Cherise immediately went to him. “What happened?”
    â€œHe went for it,” Kevin said, and braced his hands on his knees. “Damn. I’m sorry, I thought I could