Kindred Spirit - Noah Harris Page 0,39

into the trunk of an oak tree. Jacob winced as he heard more than one thing snap, the sound of bone and spine giving way under force, and the man’s cry was silenced in a wet gurgle.

“Jesus,” Jacob muttered, remembering that same force from the first psychic he’d ever witnessed. The telekinetic madman had been strong enough to lift large, fully armed men with the same ease and kill them just as quickly.

“Jacob,” Levi said, voice shaky. “We have to go.”

“I know,” Jacob said, hobbling forward. “Can’t stop moving, they’re going to get their shit together soon.”

“C’mon,” Levi offered his arm.

Jacob took it, wondering if the air had always been so electric around Levi, and he just hadn’t noticed it before.

Levi

He had no idea how long they stumbled through the forest. Night had slowly begun to fade as they slowly made their way through the dense trees. Birds began to sing, and the sun rose above the horizon. He knew it was still relatively early, but he was glad they were no longer stumbling through the forest in the dark.

Levi had Jacob’s arm slung over his shoulders, and at first, he’d been barely helping the man. Yet as the time ticked away and the moon’s faint light disappeared, he found himself bearing more and more of Jacob’s weight. Levi wasn’t terribly worried though, he knew Lou was doing his damndest to keep an eye on everything around them. The spirit had been furious that someone had managed to sneak up on Levi and almost fill him full of lead and was bound and determined that nothing of the sort was going to happen again.

“Gonna be honest here,” Jacob muttered. “Been following your lead ever since we were in the woods.”

“Kind of figured that out on my own,” Levi told him.

“Good. Cool. You uh, got any idea where we are?”

“Not a fucking a clue.”

“Great. Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Levi glanced at Jacob’s sweat covered face. “You’re not as worried about being lost as you should be.”

“Eh, I’ve been lost before. It’s not the end of the world. I’d rather we get as far from those assholes as possible. Last thing we need is to find their fists elbow deep in our asses when we least expect it. Fuck that.”

Levi raised a brow at the colorful language but didn’t say anything else. He was beginning to suspect that the coarse man he was seeing was probably a lot closer to the Army version of Jacob than the agent one. While he could easily hate the agent aspect of Jacob’s personality, he begrudgingly and privately admitted he rather liked the more regimented, bossy Army version of him.

“Okay,” Levi grunted. “We’ve been going for a while. Why don’t we stop and get some rest?”

“We could probably go for a while longer,” Jacob said.

“Or,” Levi insisted, giving up all pretense of being subtle. “You need to get that wound in your leg looked at before you collapse on me completely.”

“I’m fine.”

“The fuck you are. You’re practically hanging off me at this point.”

“I am not.”

Use the Army.

Levi blinked at the empty air around him, not sure what he was supposed to do.

Order him.

Levi sighed, understanding. He stopped, gripping Jacob tight as the man lurched forward. Taking advantage, he pushed Jacob against a nearby tree and released him. Sure enough, Jacob managed to stand for a second before his legs began to buckle.

“The fuck, Levi?” Jacob barked.

“You’ll stay right the fuck there and let me look at you.”

“Levi…”

“No, fuck you. You’re not in control anymore.”

“Seriously?”

Levi yanked the bag he’d taken with them around to his front. “You’re damn right, I’m serious. You’re following my lead, remember?”

Jacob snorted, maneuvering himself carefully to the ground. “I guess that whole ‘submissive’ thing only comes out when you’re naked and pinned to the bed.”

He found the small first aid pack he’d seen at the bottom of the bag. “I’m going to let you get away with making a joke in shit taste because you’re injured. But don’t think that means I forgive you in the slightest for anything.”

Jacob grunted, awkward as he tried to shift his still injured leg around. “Good to know.”

Levi stared down at the jagged piece of metal jutting out of the back of Jacob’s leg. There was no telling where it might have landed if Jacob hadn’t insisted on covering Levi’s back. That more than anything had him willing to tolerate the sharp reminder of Jacob’s lies and what they had done before everything had gone to