The Downside Ghosts Series Books 1-3: Unholy Ghosts, Unholy Magic, City of Ghosts. Stacia Kane

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      The little blonde gave Chess a look of smug venom. Bitch. If she pressed any closer to Terrible’s side she’d start to sink into him like some sort of lusty Siamese twin.

      “I got stuck at work,” she managed. “Sorry. I didn’t have your cell number or anything, so …”

      “Aye, okay. Remind me, I give you the digits.” He nodded toward the line forming at the door. The band must be getting ready to play. “You coming in?”

      “Um, yeah. Thought I might, you know. Get a drink.”

      If she’d ever pictured herself feeling awkward around Terrible, it was because she imagined him getting ready to break one of her bones. Not because she’d just caught him practically having sex against a building. She didn’t care that he’d been practically having sex up against a building, it wasn’t as though she wanted to be the one against the building with him or anything. It was just … strange. Like imagining one of the Elders getting it on with a Goody in the chapel.

      He introduced her to the girl—Amy—and they shuffled their feet for another minute or so before heading up to the doors. Terrible never paid to get into anywhere, by virtue of who he was. Chess never paid either, by virtue of her tattoos.

      Inside the club sweaty bodies crushed together under the reddish glow of the neon Exit signs and the filters on the stagelights like a torch mob out for blood. Chess tried to make her way to the bar but gave up after having her toes stepped on three times. Great. Her hand still ached, her ankle was weak, her toes crushed.

      Getting through a crowd wasn’t a problem for Terrible. He shoved his way through like a plow through snow, and after the first few seconds people realized who he was and moved out of his way before he reached them. He parked both Chess and Amy in one of the booths at the far end and left to get drinks. He didn’t ask what they wanted. Beer was the only option.

      “Chess. Hey. I thought you might be here.”

      The words, practically shouted into her right ear, made her jump. Her discomfort did not ease when she realized who’d spoken them.

      “What are you doing here, Doyle?”

      “I like this band.”

      “I’ve never seen you at one of their shows before.”

      “That doesn’t mean I’ve never been to one.”

      “They only play in Downside, as far as I know. Since when do you come here?”

      She had to admit, he looked almost as if he belonged there. He was dressed in de rigueur black, from boots to jeans to thin car jacket. With his hair shining around his pale face his eyes seemed to leap out of their sockets at her.

      “I come here sometimes. I thought maybe we could hang out.”

      “You thought wrong.”

      Terrible appeared, beer bottles dangling from his enormous hands. He didn’t speak, just stood like a tree next to Chess, staring at Doyle with one eyebrow raised.

      Doyle offered his hand. “Hi.”

      Terrible didn’t move. Doyle stood for a minute with his hand out before sticking it back in his pocket. Even the red lights couldn’t hide the color creeping up his face.

      Terrible handed her a beer. “Cool, Chess?”

      Was her body language that easy to read? “Yeah, fine.”

      “I need to talk to you,” Doyle said. He smoothed his hair out of his face. “It’s important.”

      He clearly didn’t intend to leave until they’d spoken, so Chess sighed and stood up. “Five minutes.”

       Chapter Ten

      “There is much humanity cannot comprehend. The Church comprehends for you.”

      —The Book of Truth, Veraxis, Article 2

      Doyle pulled her uncomfortably close to the spot where she’d seen Terrible and Amy, hidden in the shadows of the building. “So, how’s your new case going?”

      “You dragged me out here for that?”

      “You wouldn’t talk to me in church. You wouldn’t talk to me at the meeting. What else am I supposed to do?”

      “Get the message that I don’t want to talk?”

      “Chess … you can’t seriously be avoiding me because some people found out about us. So what? What difference does it make?”

      She took a step back as he leaned closer. “There is no us, Doyle. One night doesn’t make an us.”

      “It makes something.”

      “Yeah, it makes me a whore in the eyes of everyone I work with. What happens if the Elders find out? What do I do then?”

      “You’re not underage anymore, you haven’t been for three years. They’re not going to kick you out.” His hands rested on her shoulders, warm and heavy. “I know you had it rougher than the rest of us did in training. I know how you were scrutinized because you were on charity. I was there, remember? But you’re an employee now, not a ward. You even live off-complex. You can spend the night with whomever you choose.”

      “I wasn’t on charity. I was on a scholarship.”

      “Sorry. Point is … I really like you. I think we could have something special, if you’d let us.”

      His fingers curled under her chin, lifting her face. Doyle was only five-ten or so; with her heels on they were almost of a height. She didn’t have to move at all for his lips to find hers.

      He was a good kisser. She’d liked kissing him before, and she still liked it, despite her doubts about him. But when his hands slid farther down to circle her waist, then down again to cup her bottom and pull her closer, she broke away.

      “I don’t think I’m ready for this.” Her voice shook a little. Damn it.

      Doyle bit his lip and looked down, then back up. “Okay.”

      “What do you mean, okay?”

      “Just what I said. Okay. I can’t pretend to understand it. It’s not like we haven’t already done a lot more than we just did. But I want to do this right, and if that means waiting, or giving you space or what ever, I’ll do that.”

      He certainly looked sincere, with those big blue eyes focused right on her. Maybe this really was her problem. It didn’t make logical sense to distrust Doyle. She’d known him for years. If she were honest with herself, she could admit she’d had a bit of a crush on him, off and on throughout those years. And the sex … it may not have been life-changing, but it definitely hadn’t sucked.

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