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Steve yelled to her again. Della jumped down. Her heart raced as she watched her aunt send more boxes flying.
“We have to go,” Steve snapped.
But it was too late. She’d been so involved trying to stop her aunt that she hadn’t noticed they had company until now. She looked at the officer standing in the door, a gun and a flashlight pointing at her.
“Don’t move,” the guard said. “I swear to God I’ll shoot.”
Chapter Forty
Della’s heart pounded against her breast bone. The guard was a good fifty feet from her. She debated making a dive for the window, but how would that be explained? And while she was fast, she didn’t know if she could outrun a bullet.
She cut her eyes to the window where Steve stood, waving for her to come.
The tall shelves hid him from the officer’s line of vision.
“Go,” she whispered.
“What?” asked the guard.
“No,” Steve whispered.
“Go. Get help,” she said and watched as some more loose paper fell from the ceiling.
“Don’t move. I’ll shoot. I swear I will,” the guard yelled.
“Burnett?” Steve asked.
“Chase,” she said without thinking. And in the corner of her eyes, she watched Steve transform back into a bird and he took flight.
“Is someone else with you?” the guard asked.
“No one else,” Della said to the guard and raised her hands. “Just me. Little old me.” The ghost tossed another box from the top of the rack and it crashed at the guard’s feet.
“Who else is here?” the guard asked, looking at the top of the rack.
“Just me,” Della said again and glanced up at the ghost. Please stop it. Please.
The next box that came down hit the guard on the head. Della saw him lose his footing as if slipping on a banana peel. His feet came out, his arms extended.
And right then the gun exploded.
* * *
Chase had fallen into bed, not that he planned to sleep, but to wait out the need to puke. The three ice cold beers and nasty-tasting bottle of wine didn’t sit well. Or maybe it was that damn soup.
He closed his eyes to stop the spinning, then heard a tap against his window. He shot up and saw the bird. Then he saw the bubbles popping against the window pane.
Two seconds later, he caught the shape-shifter’s scent. What the hell did Steve want?
Wasn’t it enough that he’d just taken Chase’s bondmate on a date? Did the guy want to gloat about it? Was he an idiot?
He grabbed his jeans and shirt and went to the door.
Steve stood there. Breathing hard.
Chase stood there. Breathing hard too, and trying not to throw up.
“What?” Chase asked and right then he caught it. Della’s scent.
