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dealing with
supernaturals. Especially this supernatural.
    “Carlo. Get out
here, or by the veil I’ll drag you out by your balls.” My voice
resonated through the space, echoing off the walls and coming back
to me. Ali shrank to the wall and let go of me. Although she’d seen
my attempt to be scary earlier, she hadn’t seen what anger did to
my appearance. Not with my power about me. “Carlo.”
    “Keep your hair
on dearie. No need for talk like that.” A man moved from deep
within the cave. At his full height he was easily 2 metres tall.
Towering over the lounging figures around him. “I never thought to
see you again. Come to fulfil your mother’s bargain?”
    “That bargain
ended when you died,” I sneered. My betrothed was handsome, or at
least he had been when we were 15. I’d need my tacs in to really
make an assessment now. He seemed more hollowed out than I
remembered him. Of course, that can happen when you drop off the
grid and start to mix with the lowest of the low.
    “You look a
little gothic there Mally.” He stopped half way towards us, his
hands held out in a peaceful sign. “And I much prefer the copper to
the blood colour you know.” I swallowed some of my power. I knew
that my hair would settle back into copper curls as I did. “What
brings you here?” I just looked at him, cocking my head slightly
and using my second sight more than my vision.
    “You’re dying
Carlo.”
    “No, no, not
dying. Not quite.”
    “Then you’re
treading an awfully thin line. What, was my mother’s life energy
not enough? Or was it your father’s healing spells that failed?”
Taunting him might not have seemed like a good idea but there was
little he could do to hurt me. Beyond throwing me off the cliff, he
had become little more than a Wraith. The reason we didn’t bring
back the dead.
    “I have
enough.”
    “You trade
drugs for blood. Do they know what else they give you? Do they feel
the life as it leaves them, ages them?” I asked him. A few faces
looked up from around the room. They lounged in a stupor for the
most part. Flying too high to give a care what I said. But still
not too far gone to completely ignore the intonation.
    “It doesn’t
take much. They don’t last long anyway, plenty going spare.”
    “And the ones
that were found on the roads?” A sharp intake of breath was my only
warning before he was on me. He slammed me into the wall. Missing
the door by centimetres. I just kept looking at him. My eyes still
white with power. I threaded a tendril around him. Caressing him
from head to toe. He shivered and relaxed against me.
    “You’ve learnt
a few tricks since we were together.”
    “I’ve learn
more than tricks Wraith.” I spiked the power through him, shoving
energy into him and cycling it out again. The pain that flashed
across his face matched the fresh rigidity in his body. When I
stopped he slumped fully down to pool around my knees. All I had to
do was bend down and take his chin in my hand.
    His eyes were
as dark and clear as ever but lines marred the once pristine skin.
He wasn’t as aged as the man on the roads, but it wouldn’t take
much to push him over the edge. My mother’s last gift no doubt.
She’d never spoken about it but I knew she wouldn’t have let them
go unharmed. Not when they took the better part of her own life
energy with them.
    “It appears
it’s not possible to raise someone without sacrificing someone
else. How is your mother?”
    “Dead two
years. All her years went into you.” I released his face and kicked
him back as I stood. He groaned and picked himself up.
    “I had nothing
to do with it.”
    “You jumped off
the cliff.”
    “I was attached
to a rope!” I just shrugged at him. He didn’t look like he got to
indulge much in adrenaline chasing much any more. “Get out.”
    “No, you draw
too much attention.” I went to push him back again but he held his
ground. Entrapping my wrists tight enough to send tingling through
my