Avenger
Authors: Su Halfwerk
Tags: #Action, Contemporary, Mainstream, Paranormal, Romance-sweet
Coerced into hunting corrupt spirits, the headstrong spirit hunter must expel his lover's soul and give up his body at the end of his tenure.
Luke has two purposes, hunting spirits and avenging his own death.
Pru has one goal, to return to her body, especially now that Luke is interested in her. Her memories of his shady past haunt her and keep her on guard around him.
Ignoring his teen infatuation with Pru, Luke looks for ways to exorcise her, while she must face the fact that she might never be united with herself again.
Amidst rogue spirits, ferocious drug smugglers, and unbendable celestial rules, Pru and Luke’s love demands a sacrifice that can snuff out their rekindled romance before it has even begun.
When Luke has to decide between his conflicting desires, which path will he choose?
And will the sacrifice be worth it?
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Avenger
Copyright © 2013 Su Halfwerk
ISBN: 978-1-77111-446-2
Cover art by Martine Jardin
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Avenger
Unsettled 2
By
Su Halfwerk
Chapter One
“Someone’s gonna get it,” Ruby taunted.
A shot sounded and the parrot was reduced to a pile of feather and red goo.
As much as the bird annoyed Luke, he felt sorry for it. He had counted on the bird’s teasing to distract the card players from his presence whenever his visibility dimmed.
“Why you did dat?” Slick said. He peered at Shorty. “You trippin’ or somethin’?”
Shorty shrugged. “It was annoying me.”
The basement of
Lucy’s Tailoring
was empty, save for the three men playing cards. Their jackets hung on the back of their chairs and guns poked out of holsters strapped to their shoulders. Smoke swirled upward in lazy circles as each sucked on his cigarette and placed his stake. Luke had christened each with a nickname for easy reference. There was Shorty, his possessed and yellow-tinged target, a smug little crook with the complexion of raw dough who relied on slyness and not strength. On the other hand, the sheer size of Scar-face promised he would be more difficult to handle. Finally, there was Slick, who’d departed from the stereotype of dark-skinned thugs. He was dressed for a photo shoot, his suit more expensive than the other two’s combined, and he had a look of class about him. That was, until he opened his mouth and jabbered his ghetto drawl.
Luke watched them from the corner he’d settled in, concealed from all eyes by invisibility. Legs crossed, he sat by a pile of chairs gathered in one corner to clear space for the weekly poker game. If he hadn’t been in the room before their arrival, it would have been impossible for him to enter undetected. To sustain invincibility, he had to be still.
So, I’m supposed to extract the spirit from the short one without killing the other two,
Luke said telepathically to Celestine.
Yes. You do not kill unless there is a direct threat to your life. We have been over this before.
My life will be in danger the moment I budge. You think they’ll sit and watch quietly while I stab their friend in the forehead and then suck on that wound?
Luke almost shrugged but then remembered his invisibility and thought better of it.
It can’t be done, Celestine
.
Find a way. I cannot believe I am advising you to avoid harming others. Things were different with—
The Spirit Hunter before me. I know
. Luke rolled his eyes in agitation. Like he could ever forget how great the one before him was.
So, what do you do for fun, when you’re not with me?
He had to pass time until at least two were left in the room. Someone was bound to need a restroom break. He hoped it wouldn’t be him.
I report to the Laymour, I wait around for you to get into mischief, and I scout for rogue spirits.
The Laymour was the Northern Star for humans, the place where spirits awaited judgment and either ended up in hell or reincarnated. Souls destined for heaven never entered the Laymour. There was no resting for his Spirit Guide, who had admitted that with other spirit hunters, he took the liberty of listening in on their thoughts. Not with Luke though. His thoughts were too disturbing for Celestine.
The sound of a chair scraping on concrete drew Luke out of his thoughts. He focused again on the trio. Fortunately, the toughest looking thug, Scar-face, needed a can-break.
“Ya think he’ll be gone for only the two minutes he promised?” Shorty asked, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He squinted through the smoke at Scar-face’s flipped over cards.
Slick tutted. “Yo, he had bad chowder fo’ lunch. Ah’d give him at least half hour.” Both men chuckled.
Shorty glanced around and then back to Slick. “So, what’s this new thing boss was talking about last night?”
Luke froze. Their boss, a drug-lord named Sully, was Luke’s archenemy and the reason why he was in hiding. As a rule, one shouldn’t cross drug-lords. Luke had done more than that, he’d pissed Sully off. This was a hot tip that might land Luke the revenge he’d been eager for. His ears perked and he paid attention.
“You missed it, huh?” Slick asked.
Shorty shrugged.
“It wuz nuttin’. A new bidness idea dat Sully gots an’ it’s been naggin’ him. He didn’t say much. You know how close ta his heart he keeps his new ideas.”
It seemed Slick didn’t trust Shorty and wasn’t sharing information on purpose. Which meant Luke must put the time he had to good use before their friend’s return.
Sitting right behind Slick, Luke leaned forward and punched him in the back of the head, right behind the ear. Slick uttered, “Uh!” and slumped on the table, unmoving.
Now Shorty was facing Luke head-on, his eyes opened wide. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
Luke rose and hid a grimace of pain as his joints popped. While advancing on Shorty, he called upon the Spirit Within to pale his appearance and augment his powers. Laymour escapees recognized a spirit hunter by his pale eyes, complexion, and hair. The effect was disquieting to behold on Luke because of his jet-black hair and olive complexion.
Luke eyed the speaker’s yellow, infected aura. “The question is where will you be going? Aren’t you tired of hitchhiking in such a short and compressed package? Yellow doesn’t suit him.”
The same instant Luke withdrew his spirit-hunting dagger from his pocket, Shorty reached for his gun. Within an instant, Luke was behind him, the dagger fully extended even as Shorty’s eyes rolled and their white turned red. He stabbed Shorty’s chakra in the middle of the forehead and leaned forward to inhale the spirit out.
After what felt like ages, Luke let go of Shorty, who slumped in an unconscious heap on the table right next to Slick. There was no time for Luke to bask in the speed of his execution, for Scar-face chose that moment to lumber back in the room. His gaze shifted from Shorty, to Slick, and finally to Luke. His eyes narrowed. For a large man, he was light on his feet as he moved like a blur and dealt a hard blow to Luke’s face. Luke staggered, teeth rattling. The urge to grunt was overwhelming, but he held his breath in check to keep the spirit from escaping.
While size mattered, speed delivered, especially since Luke was short on breath and time. Trusting in his spirit-hunting speed, Luke straightened swiftly and kneed Scar-face in the balls. The man groaned out a curse and doubled over, heaving. Luke dashed out of the room into the short corridor that led to the stairs and then the back door. As he existed to the alley, he heard a clamor of running footsteps.
“Exhale,” Celestine said.
Can’t stop. Still too close,
Luke said.
Using speed to his advantage, he cut across the busy street with brisk sprints. In the park facing the deserted tailor shop, Luke clambered up a tree carefully and flitted from one branch to the other until he was sheltered high in the tree, unseen. Facing the Northern Star, he exhaled long enough to expel the spirit. He gripped the branch he had settled on too hard, embedding bark in his skin.
While perching on the branch, Luke pulled slivers out of his hand, dusted dust, leaves, and insects out of his hair, and watched. A group of men rushed out of the abandoned building and glanced around the street, each had a hand in his jacket’s inner pocket, most probably holding a gun. Luke’s cuts would heal by next morning, Shorty, on the other hand, would wake up with a slight headache and zero memory of his actions for the past one week.
He rounded on his Spirit Guide. “You were supposed to warn me?”
Next to him, Celestine materialized as a semitransparent vapor. “You did not ask me to warn you. You assumed I would.”
Luke huffed. “It’s common sense. Since I’m doing all the heavy lifting in this relationship, the least you can do is watch my back.”
“If you ask me, I will.”
Luke shook his head and jumped to the ground. He jogged through the park, going for the south exit to avoid meeting any of the armed men.
Celestine asked, “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to do my business, the one you don’t want to know about.” Luke lifted an eyebrow. “Wanna tag along?”
Celestine disappeared without answering.
Satisfied with himself, Luke continued trotting. One spirit dispatched to the Laymour, one customer about to get his fix.
Chapter Two
“Sandy, darling, I don’t know what you think I did. I haven’t seen Amanda since your birthday party. Believe me,” the boy said passionately and reached for his date’s hand.
Lips pressed stubbornly, Sandy shook her head and pulled away. “Then how come you smell so
Magnifique
? That’s her perfume, Bruce.”
Smirking, Pru watched the exchange take place on the table next to hers in the café. It was still early for dinner, however, it seemed to be the right time for a dash of bullshit. Bruce’s exaggerated empathy and the way his pupils contracted were clear indications of guilt or stupidity. He didn’t look stupid.
Bruce grasped Sandy’s hand in his. “Amanda isn’t the only one who wears it. Lisa sprayed the whole house with her perfume just before she went out on her date.” He spoke to Sandy, yet his gaze followed an attractive woman with hourglass figure dressed in a power skirt suit and high heels. Luckily, Sandy was busy wiping her tears and missed that gaze-slip.
“Your sister’s perfume wouldn’t get this heavily on you—”
Bruce grabbed her by the nape and glued his lips to hers. Kissing was the oldest approach to shut a woman’s mouth and doubts. Old but still effective.
Pru rose from the chair and walked past them. This show was predictable anyhow. Upon nearing the narrow entrance of an alley, she paused and considered her options. Continuing in that direction would push her limit distance wise.
The businesswoman chose that moment to turn back, and she went right through Pru.
For one stretched, prolonged, torturous moment, Pru’s vision blurred and she experienced a sense of clammy captivity that left her no air to breathe. She staggered, her hands stretched out to balance herself. When she did manage to draw air, it was dank and thick, unfit for respiration. Pru doubled over, one hand pressing against her stomach. While she struggled with the physical illness that overtook her, the businesswoman carried on without even a change in pace.
