a dry, humorless sound—a trait he shared with his brother. “This soul.” He took his hands from his face and clawed at his chest through his black T-shirt. “It’s destroying everything.”
“So make yourself bleed again,” Kraven suggested. He was the farthest away, leaning casually against the glass door of a building. “If you need someone to hold the knife, I’m happy to help.”
“Why would you say something like that?” Connor snapped. For the one who usually had all the jokes and quips, he was uncharacteristically pissed off.
Kraven shrugged. “Sheesh. Don’t get your panties in a bunch, sunshine.”
“Doesn’t help anymore. Nothing helps. Only...her.” Bishop fisted his hands at his sides as he turned a furious glare on his brother.
Kraven raised his eyebrows. “Why do I get the look of death? It’s not my fault gray-girl went AWOL.”
When Bishop swore, there was a harsh, insane edge to his voice that scared me. He was seriously losing it. And the more crazy he sounded, the more our connection began to get staticky, like a TV station with interference. “I need to find her. Can’t find her, can’t sense her—not like I used to. Where is she?”
Cassandra tentatively moved closer and hugged Bishop against her. “We’ll find her. I promise we will.”
Bishop looked beyond the blonde angel to Roth, who looked back at him with open animosity, his eyes glowing red in the fading light of dusk.
So supportive, that demon. It made me want to kick him as hard as I could in his demon crotch.
Zach and Connor stood together to Roth’s left, both watching Bishop with tense expressions.
“What do you need us to do?” Zach asked. “Name it.”
“Help me find her.”
Zach frowned. “How?”
Roth let out an exasperated groan. “Enough already. We need to hunt grays. And in case you’re forgetting, we have that other demon in town doing his best to make your precious little humans off themselves. Remember that?”
Cassandra paled and she drew a shaky hand through her hair. “He’s right. We do need to keep focus. I’ll go with Roth and patrol. You and the others keep searching for Samantha.”
Bishop didn’t reply for a moment, but his gaze was unflinching on both Cassandra and Roth. “Fine. Go.”
They didn’t hesitate. With a final searching look from the angel, and an unpleasant one from the demon, the two ran down the street to disappear around the next corner.
It was a hopeless feeling, watching this and not being able to do anything.
But wait...maybe I was underestimating how much I could do. I’d taken hold of that piece of Bishop’s soul to lead me here—that had been intentional.
Maybe I could intentionally communicate with him.
“Bishop!” I sent his name through the razor-thin connection, along that silvery ribbon that joined us.
He brought his hands up to his head, his breath ceasing completely for a moment.
“This is ridiculous,” Kraven said. “Pull yourself together. What do you want us to do, boss? Speak now or forever hold your tongue.”
“I thought I heard...” Bishop whispered. “No, it’s impossible.”
I kept watching, now stunned. Had he heard me?
“What is it?” Zach asked, drawing closer, concern in his green eyes.
“I thought I heard...her. Calling to me.”
Zach and Connor exchanged a look.
“Bishop!” I said it louder, my heart pounding. “It’s me. I’m here!”
“Oh, give me a—” Kraven began.
“Quiet! I need to concentrate. I need to clear my head so I can know if this is real.”
“And how are you going to do that?” Kraven asked.
Bishop yanked the dagger from his sheath and held it against his bare arm.
My view of what he saw flickered in that moment of craziness. For a second, I feared I was losing the connection completely.
Connor grabbed him before he made the cut. “Don’t do this!”
Bishop pushed him back. “I have to. It’s the only way.”
Horror crashed over me. “Don’t you dare cut yourself!” My scream wasn’t delivered out loud. It was fully internal and my words sped along the ribbon that joined us. It was the same one that allowed me to see through his eyes—a metaphysical television cable.
The blade stilled.
“It’s her,” he whispered.
“Bishop...” Zach said cautiously.
I couldn’t believe this was really happening. He heard me!
“Samantha?” Bishop said hoarsely. “Is that really you?”
A million thoughts and questions raced through my mind about how this was possible and what it all meant. But none of that mattered right now. “I swear, Bishop, if you cut yourself again I’m going to kill you!”
He snorted softly, still half-uncertain. “This is incredible. Where are you?”
“Oh, boy,” Kraven said, coming into Bishop’s sightline to