Chill Factor

the middle of nowhere.

He kicked back in the seat and tilted his head up at the blank car roof. 'Yes, so you've said.'

'Well, it does.'

'You didn't mind being human before.'

'Hadn't seen how the other half lives, before.'

He smiled at the roof. Which was a shame, because the roof couldn't appreciate it the way I do. 'Want me to conjure you up a bathroom?'

Bastard. 'Bite me.'

He gave me that raised-eyebrows expression again, over mockingly innocent eyes. 'Why? Would it help?'

He was taunting me with the whole bathroom thing. Oh, he could conjure one up, that wasn't the problem; hell, he could probably conjure up one with Italian marble tile and hot and cold running Perrier. But I couldn't let him, because we had to keep a low profile for as long as we could, magic-wise. David was doing all he could to keep us unnoticed, but any big, flashy conjurations would certainly light up the aetheric like a supernova.

And that would be bad. To put it mildly.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road; Mona protested, powered down to a throaty growl, and shivered to silence when I turned the key. In seconds, heat pushed through the windshield like a bully. Had to be in the nineties already, even though it was barely mid-April. I felt sticky, unwashed, cramped, and frazzled. Nothing like a little two-thousand mile trip and spending three weeks in a holding pattern-driving nearly the whole time-to make you get that less-than-fresh feeling.

'Are you okay?' David asked me.

'Fine, already!' I snapped back. 'Why wouldn't I be?'

'Oh, I don't know. Let's see… in the past two weeks, you've been infected by a demon, chased across the country, killed, become a Djinn, been reborn…'

'Got shot,' I put in helpfully.

'Got shot,' he agreed. 'Also a point. So there's plenty of reason for you not to be okay, isn't there?'

Yeah. I was a few clouds short of a brainstorm, as we like to say in the Wardens. I'd thought I was dealing well with all of the craziness that had become my life, but being out here, alone, with all of this desert and huge empty sky…

… I was beginning to realize I hadn't dealt with it at all. So, of course, I insisted…

'I'm fine.' What else could I say, realistically? I suck, this is awful, I'm a complete failure as a human being and a Warden, we'll never pull this off? Hell, David already knew that. It was a waste of breath.

David gave me a look that said he plainly thought I was full of crap, but he wasn't going to argue. He pulled a book out of his coat pocket. This one was a dog-eared paperback copy of Lonesome Dove, which somehow seemed appropriate to the current circumstances. One benefit of being a Djinn… David had a virtually limitless library of reading material available to him. I wondered how he was on DVDs.

'I'm waiting here,' he said, opening the book. 'Yell if a rattlesnake bites you.'

He settled comfortably in the seat, looking every inch the normal guy, and refused to respond to my various irritated noises. I opened the door of the Viper and stepped out onto the shiny black asphalt of the shoulder.

And yelped, as my sexy-but-sensible heels promptly sank into the hot surface. God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken. Waves of it shimmered up from the ground, beating down from the hot-brass sky. I tiptoed over to the safety of gravel, skidded down the embankment, and tromped off into the dunes.

Open-toed shoes and desert: not a good combination. I cursed and shuffled my way through burning sand until I found a likely looking Joshua tree that had just enough foliage to function as a privacy screen to the highway. It smelled astringent and sharp, like the thorns that spiked it. There was nothing gentle about this place. Everything was heat and angles and the hot stare of a clear, unwilling sky.

No way around it. I sighed and skinned down my panties and did the awkward human stuff, worrying all the time about rattlesnakes and scorpions and black widow spiders. And sunburn in places that didn't normally get full western exposure.

Surprisingly, nothing attacked. I hurried back to the car, jumped in, started Mona up. David kept reading. I pulled the car back out into nonexistent traffic, shifting gears smoothly until I was cruising at a comfortable clip. Mona liked speed. I liked giving it to her. We weren't even approaching the Viper's top speed, which was somewhere around 260, but in about thirty seconds we were rapidly gaining on 175. It was a tribute to American engineering that it only felt like we were going about, oh, 100.

'Much better,' I said. 'I'm okay now.'

'You don't feel okay,' David said, without looking up from the book. He flipped a page.

'That's creepy.'

'What?'

'You ought to say, 'You don't look okay.' Not, you know, feel. Because you aren't-'

'Feeling you?' He shot me a sideways look; those oh-so-lovely lips eased toward a smile. 'I do, you know. Feel you. All the time.'

I understood what he meant; there remained this vibration between the two of us, something radiating at a frequency only the two of us could feel. A low-level, constant hum of energy. I tried not to listen to it too much, because it sang, and it sang of things like power, which was way too seductive and frightening. Oh, and sex. Which was just distracting, and frustrating, at times like these.

When I'd been a Djinn I'd existed in a whole other plane of existence, accessing the world through life outside of myself. The Djinn don't carry power of their own; generally, they act as amplifiers for the world around them. When they're paired up with someone like me-a Warden, someone with natural power of her own-the results can be amazing. David swore, and I believed him, that what we had going on between us now was something other than that, though. Something new.

Something scarier in its intensity.

'You feel me all the time,' I repeated. 'Careful. Talk like that will get this car pulled over.'

'Promise?' He leaned over and adjusted my hair, pushing it back from my face and hooking it over my ear. His touch was fire, and it sent little orgasmic jolts through my nervous system. Jesus. He was studying me very intently now, as if he'd never seen me before. 'Joanne.'

He rarely used my full name. I was surprised enough to edge off the accelerator and cast another quick glance at him. 'What?'

'Promise me something.'

'Anything.' It sounded flippant, but I meant it.

'Promise me that you'll-'

He never got to finish the sentence, because the road curved.

Literally.

It heaved and bucked, black asphalt rippling like the scales of a snake, and I yelped and felt Mona rise up into the air, engine screaming. A sonic boom like a cannon going off slammed through the air, so loud I felt it shudder my heart in my chest.

Oh, shit.

'Levitate!' I screamed, which was about all I had time for, and instantly I felt that vibration between me and David turn into a full symphonic thunder of power. It cascaded out of me, into him, transformed into a nuclear explosion on the aetheric, and forged itself into a matrix of invisible controls.

The world just… stopped.

Well, actually, we stopped. Mona paused, hanging tilted in midair about three feet above the road. Her engine was still screaming, her tires burning the air, but we weren't going anywhere. Weren't falling, either. Below us, I-70 continued to ripple and flow like it was trying to creep off to the horizon. I wasn't sensitive to this particular frequency of power, but I knew what it was.

'Shit,' I said. 'I guess they found us.'

David, solemn and unrattled, eased back in the seat and said archly, 'You think?'