Locked Out of Love

by Mary K. Norris

  She had to find Mom and Dad.

  Trying to control the trembling of her limbs, she edged toward the kitchen, keeping as far from where the man had been as possible.

  “Don’t freak,” she told herself. “There has to be some sort of reasonable explanation. You’re not going insane.”

  But how did she know that? Didn’t all the research say that a person never knew when they were crazy?

  She shook her head and stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the kitchen. “Mom!” She rushed to her mother’s prone form on the floor, her father within arm’s reach. “Holy shit.” She checked her mother’s wrists, felt no pulse, cursed and fumbled around at her neck.

  The pulse was slow but steady.

  Cali sagged in relief, her muscles turning to jelly. She crawled to her father and checked his throat. She’d never been good at taking radial pulses.

  “What the hell happened here?” The kitchen hadn’t been touched. There was no sign of a struggle. It was as if some kind of assassin had snuck in, incapacitated her parent’s and then gotten stabbed in the chest. But by whom?

  The light coming through the open threshold flickered.

  With a sinking sensation, she realized she’d left the front door wide open.

  • • •

  It couldn’t be real.

  Felix took the next corner a little too sharply. He’d always hoped — hell, he’d dreamed of finding the one woman who was meant for him. That one person he wouldn’t have to hide himself from, but after so many years he’d simply given up. He’d stopped looking for any sort of companionship ever since Collette —

  He cut the thought off as soon as he’d had it, but that didn’t stop the memories.

  Jasmine. Dead.

  The bullet scar along his left shoulder stung. He ignored the phantom pain and sped through a yellow light. He’d learned the hard way that his life would never permit him to date or get close to any normal girl.

  And if this girl was another normal person to save?

  Was it possible Niella had Dreamed wrong? He doubted it, but it tempered his excitement. He needed to stay level headed. There was no point getting riled up over a fantasy that’d been haunting him for four years. The only living proof he’d been given had been shot down the very same day. By him.

  He turned down the last street and scanned the houses for their numbers. It wasn’t necessary. The house had the front door wide open.

  His hands tightened around the steering wheel.

  Was he too late?

  He parked on the curb one house up and ran from his car. His eyes caught a large, navy blue van two houses down. The hair prickled at the back of his neck.

  He stepped through the front door.

  Silence greeted him. The drapes were drawn shut, casting the house in shadows, the sun carving a shaft of light through the dim hallway.

  Something shimmered at the end of the hall. He gently shut the door. He took measured steps deeper into the still house. No matter how quiet it was, that didn’t mean he was alone.

  The hallway led into a kitchen but before he stepped through the threshold he squatted down next to the shimmering pile of ash. He passed his hand right through it. “Illusionist.”

  A chill swept down his spine. This was not another vigilante rescue mission. The seriousness of Ell’s prescience crashed down on him. He’d just run head first into something he had no concept of.

  Other people with powers were involved.

  Movement darted past the archway that connected to the kitchen. The shape female.

  Felix jumped to his feet. “Hey.” She was reaching for a drawer, and he had a pretty good idea what was inside. He grabbed her before she could get her hands on something pointy.

  Her body jerked. Felix hissed as a jolt went straight through his system.

  “Don’t touch me.” She started to struggle but he dropped her instantly, having no idea what had ripped through his body.

  She stumbled. Dark brown hair covered her face until she whirled on him, her hands held like claws near her chest, ready to strike.

  She faltered when she caught sight of him. He was pretty sure his face held the same expression.

  She was tall.

  It was the first thing he fixated on. And why not? Sydney didn’t even reach his shoulder, and Niella was bound to a wheelchair. He’d met tall women before, when they came into the bakery, but none of them was this tall.

  Not without high heels, anyway.

  She had to be at least five-ten. Her shoulder-length, dark chocolate hair was cut in an edgy fashion with side bangs. Her eyes were polished onyx and her skin had a faint golden tinge, as if she’d just begun enjoying the So Cal summer sun. She had on a loose-fitting tee and jean shorts with sneakers. It emphasized her lean build. Felix’s whole body tightened. It looked as if she’d been made for him.

  Her eyes finished their own appreciative assessment of him. His appearance had caught her off guard. The thought made him smile.

  When she noticed his attention all emotion was wiped from her face. She regarded him coldly. “Who are you?”

  He gave a bow from the waist, making sure to keep his eyes locked with hers. “Felix Del Valle.”

  Her eyes raked him again. His blood rushed south.

  Calm. Stay calm.

  She took a step back from him and glanced down the hall toward the front door. “Did you kill that man?”

  He frowned. There was no man …

  Then he remembered. The Illusion.

  He ground his teeth. Niella was right. This was some kind of trap. Someone was setting her up. But for what, he didn’t know. “No, but I need to get you out of here.” Every instinct inside him raged for him to protect her. “You’re in danger. This is a trap, some kind of set up. There was a dark blue van parked two houses down. I thought I might have been too late, but either way I don’t think we have much time.”

  She looked at him like he was crazy and stepped back. He wanted to follow. He wanted to be near her, to smell her hair and touch her skin.

  She glanced over her shoulder. Felix followed the movement and spotted a man and a woman on the floor.

  Shit.

  “There’s no way I’m leaving my parents,” she said.

  He didn’t blame her, only now his chances of getting her to leave with him went from slim to none. There had to be something he could —

  His gaze shot back to the girl’s parents. He stared hard, knowing he hadn’t imagined it.

  It came again. The slightest shimmer along their shoulders, like an image struggling to stay in focus.

  An Illusion.

  The air left his lungs. “Son of a bitch.”

  That could only mean two things. One, the Illusionist was getting tired. Two, he was still close by.

  He swung his attention back to the girl. She jumped back.

  He ran a hand through his hair. How the hell was he supposed to explain this?

  “Look, your parents aren’t real.”

  Her eyebrows rose and her foot darted out behind her, seeking an escape.

  Great start, Felix.

  He took a hesitant step sideways, trying to ease his way over to where the Illusion of her parents resided. If he could get her to reach out and touch them then she’d see that they weren’t real. The Illusion was fading, the power draining, which meant they were going to lose their solidity.

  She watched his progress with blazing eyes, but she didn’t retreat. He took that as a good sign.

  When he got within a foot of the Illusion he stopped. She looked ready to strike if he so much as sneezed at the Illusion wrong. “I’m not going to harm them,” he tried soothing her. “But you have to believe me when I tell you they’re not real. If you’d simply touch them you’d know.” He started to lower himself. All he’d have to do was show her, then she’d see …

  “I’ve already touched them. I felt for a pulse. It’s there — faint — but there. And if you so much as harm one hair
on my father I’ll make that trick you pulled with the stirring spoon on the man in the hall look downright enjoyable.”

  Felix halted his hand where it was inching out to touch the shoulder of her father. “Stirring spoon?” What the hell had been back in that hallway?

  She didn’t elaborate on what she had seen and Felix didn’t ask.

  There was no time. He could sense the minutes ticking by.

  There was another faint glimmer from the Illusion. Time was running out. If the Illusion dropped then he had a feeling their time was up.

  “Would you just watch?” he bit out. “Nothing is going to make sense to you right now but if you’d simply watch, it would really cut down on all the explaining I’d have to do.”

  He looked up and found she’d retreated a few steps.

  He lightened his tone. “Please.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. He eyed her father and slowly lowered his hand. If the Illusion remained solid, he was so totally fucked.

  His hand slid right through the back of her father’s shoulder blade. He sighed in relief and kept his hand where it obviously sat in the middle of the Illusion’s body.

  He looked up to explain. “I know it looks — ”

  She’d made a break for it.

  He exhaled. “Fucking hell.”

  • • •

  Cali didn’t wait. As Felix’s hand reached out for her father she took it on blind faith that he bore no malicious intent toward her dad. Besides, it was the perfect opportunity. Felix was distracted, and Cali had spotted the portable phone on the bench by the front door. As much as it pained her to turn her back on her parents, she had to contact the police. Her parents were unconscious and defenseless, and she was alone with a murderer.

  And just what the hell had happened back there when she’d first laid eyes on him? God, when he’d introduced himself with that elegant bow, his brilliant blue-green eyes locked with hers … the effect had been positively electric.

  Her fast-acting lunge only carried her as far as the hall before a pair of warm, firm arms wrapped around her waist. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” His breath brushed against her neck, causing a shiver to run down her body. Her knees buckled.

  Felix’s arms locked around her as they went down with a grunt. He twisted at the last minute, his firm chest cushioning her fall. One of her hands landed on his sternum. She felt his heart kick start beneath her palm.

  She snatched her hand back as if burned.

  His eyes locked with hers. “You don’t understand — ” he started to say but she refused to listen. She needed to get out of his arms. His touch did something to her, made her feel things best left unnoticed.

  That strange prickling at the back of her neck started up again.

  She’d never been very good at fighting, but she’d spent a lot of time with her older brother when she was little. He’d been a wrestler, and she’d been famous for her flexibility that allowed her to maneuver out of his holds.

  Felix must have seen the determination in her face because he quit talking. His arms wrapped tight around her back. She ignored the flutter in her chest and twisted her limber body out and under his arms.

  He swore. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you,” he pleaded as Cali shot to her feet. He was behind her in an instant, his fingers curling around her wrist like a vise. She ducked the left side of her body, going down to one knee while simultaneously turning her torso and arm out and around, breaking his grip. His other hand shot out in an attempt to make up lost ground. She pushed up with her bent leg, throwing her right shoulder back to pivot out of his reach.

  She collided with the stair banister, and pain spiked up her spine as the wood hit one of her vertebrae.

  Felix winced, hesitating in his pursuit.

  It was all the opening she needed. She dove for the phone. Her fingers closed clumsily around it as her momentum drove her into the living room. It was one of those sunken rooms that she swore she’d never get in her own home specifically for this reason. She’d forgotten the drop-off was there. She tried to stop herself from landing on her face but her foot met nothing but air.

  A yelp whooshed out of her as her stomach smashed into the hard back of her dad’s favorite leather chair. She took in a pained gulp of air and rolled as Felix grabbed for her.

  “Would you stop already?” He sounded beyond frustrated. “You’re my Mirror Mate. I’m not going to harm you.”

  Ignoring him, she hit the talk button on the phone, her finger shaking over the 9. The button gave the appropriate beep before Felix caught her in his arms again. Cali swirled around, having no qualms about fighting dirty, and kicked him in the shin as hard as she could. His blue-green eyes widened in pain.

  She expected him to release her, but instead her kick must have disrupted his equilibrium because he lost balance, and together they fell onto the beige leather couch.

  She kept the phone above her head to keep it from getting crushed between them. She squirmed against him but only succeeded in pressing her body closer to the hard planes of his.

  Heat pooled low in her gut.

  She brought the phone close to her face and hit the 1.

  “I said stop.” One of his arms snaked out from under her, giving a showy wave, and just like that the phone vanished.

  “Holy shit.”

  Cali stared at her hand, waiting for the phone to reappear. It didn’t. Her shock started to diminish as the realization that Felix was still atop her sank in, his tall, powerful body pressing hers into the material of the sofa.

  He was a magician.

  It was the only explanation her mind could come up with.

  “How — ?”

  Her mouth went dry as her eyes bored into his oceanic ones. The prickling on her neck increased as all sound seemed to fade from existence except theirs. Her breathing was loud and harsh, and she could’ve sworn she heard the pounding of Felix’s heart like thunder.

  A look of awe came over him as his gaze fell to her lips. She licked them instinctively but they continued to tingle. “What’s your name?” he asked her.

  In the strange stillness of the house, his words reverberated in her ears louder than normal.

  She found her own gaze dropping to his mouth and forced her eyes back up to his. They met with a spark.

  “Cali Crazar,” her traitorous mouth spoke.

  A boyish grin tugged at his mouth. “Cali.” He seemed to test her name on his tongue. “Cali from Cali-fornia.”

  She glared daggers at him and he laughed.

  “How did you make the phone disappear? Are you a magician?” A murderous magician, she tried to remind herself. Don’t forget you still have no idea who this man is. But she couldn’t dispute the fact that if he wanted to hurt her he would have done it by now.

  Amusement sparkled in his eyes. His thumb reached out and brushed her lips. Her heart pounded against her ribs, her nipples hardening where they were pushed against his firm chest. “No, I’m most definitely not a magician.”

  She didn’t believe him. He had to be. Phones didn’t simply vanish, and dimly in the recesses of her mind she recalled that there had been no sign of the dead body in the hallway when she’d gone for the phone.

  Strangest. Day. Ever.

  Felix’s head dipped close to hers.

  Alarms shot through her brain.

  Pull away. Spit in his face. Do something!

  She couldn’t, even if she wanted to. Something inside her simply responded to him. She couldn’t resist. She’d wanted him as soon as she’d laid eyes on him, and that want frightened her.

  The warmth of his lips ghosted over hers. Heat rolled through her body.

  The front door burst open.

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