Page 22 of Kill Me Again: Psychics

“Yes.”

“And then you came back?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

Baxter sighed. “There are some questions I’d love to answer, but I can’t. The whole thing… how I was irrevocably linked to Calisto, how I could travel between here and there, how he brought me back without me having a body—it never made sense to either of us. It just is.”

My head was spinning. “And Calisto is…?”

“A necromancer. But not your run-of-the-mill necromancer.”

“Is there such a thing as a run-of-the-mill necromancer?”

Baxter smiled. “Yeah, there is. But don’t tell John and Griffin I said that. John in particular can be spiky if he feels his ego is under attack.”

My phone vibrated with a message, and I pulled it out of my pocket. Glenn just asked for your number and I gave it to him. I don’t know what happened last night, but when he calls, apologize profusely for whatever you did wrong. “My sister,” I explained.

Baxter nodded. Less than a minute later, my phone rang with an unknown number.

“Someone you don’t want to talk to?” Baxter asked as I stared at the screen without answering it.

“It’s the guy I went on a date with last night.” My cheeks flamed as the events of last night sank in. I’d gone on a date with one man, chased after another, and then ended up kissing a third. It wasn’t my usual MO. Baxter had kissed me, though, right? I just hadn’t pushed him away as quickly as I ought. And I’d enjoyed it a little too much. Okay, a lot.

“You should answer it then,” Baxter said, pushing his empty plate away from him.

“Should I?” It was a loaded question, but if Baxter really could read my thoughts, he’d know exactly how I was feeling and why.

“Yeah, you should. You liked him, right? That’s why you were miserable last night. Because you thought you’d screwed things up with him.”

I snatched the phone up a millisecond before it went to voicemail. “Hi.”

Baxter jerked his head toward the door on the opposite side of the cafe. “I’ll just…”

I nodded, grateful for him giving me some space rather than sitting and listening to every word. I ignored the part of me that was slightly peeved that a sober Baxter was all too willing to push me into another man’s arms. My reasoning for stopping anything happening between us had never been because of a lack of attraction. I just felt he needed a friend above everything else.

“Hi,” Glenn said. “It’s me. From last night. I got your number from Verity. I hope it’s okay to call.”

“Of course. Listen… I’m sorry about last night.”

Glenn laughed. “That’s what I called to say.”

“You’re sorry? What have you got to be sorry about?”

“I left. I should have hung around longer. Verity filled me in on some stuff about Carl. He was the guy you chased after, right? It made me see things in a clearer light.”

“She did, did she?” I couldn’t decide whether to be annoyed or grateful for Verity’s interference. The toilet door still hadn’t opened. I kept an eye on it, concerned Baxter might try to leave without saying goodbye.

“Yeah. Did you catch him?”

“No.” The admission made my breakfast curdle in my stomach. “He got away.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

Still no movement from the toilet. What was Baxter doing in there? I tried to remember whether it had a window he could climb out of before telling myself not to be so ridiculous. He wasn’t a captive; he could leave any time he wanted to. I’d brought him for breakfast because he was hungry. Starving, as it had turned out.

“I had a good time last night,” Glenn said. “You know, before…”