Free Intuition: The Premonition Series by Amy A. Bartol Page B

you’ll see,” Buns says, leading me toward my room. “Now, get ready and we’ll head out.”
    As I pass by their bedroom on the way by to mine, I glance in and freeze. Every piece of furniture has been knocked over except for the bed that has seen better days, I’m sure. The room is a compete mess. I blush a little and continue on to my room, saying under my breath, “What are you guys, rock stars or something?” To which, the room behind me erupts in laughter as Zephyr and Reed hear my comment.
    I quickly change into a snowboarding outfit and put on my soft boots. When I exit my room, I meet the angels in the main room near the fireplace, where they are already outfitted and lounging around waiting for me. Each of them is wearing a long sleeved shirt with some boarding pants, except for Buns, who has on a sweater similar to mine in design that can accommodate her wings in the back. “Okay, this should be interesting,” I comment, beginning to feel like I may have trash talked a little too early in the game.
    “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun,” Reed says, while walking me to the door of the cottage. On the porch outside, Reed hands our snowboards to Zephyr, saying, “Here, make yourself useful.”
    “Buns, tell him how useful I can be” Zephyr comments to Buns.
    “Sweetie, you’re very useful to me,” Buns says, beaming at him while holding her board. In an instant, she extends her shimmering golden butterfly wings and launches herself into the air, disappearing from sight.
    “See, very useful,” Zephyr says, taking off his shirt to tie it around his waist. Giving me a wink, he too, sprouts his impressive light brown wings, moving with unrestrained power and agility. Zephyr lifts our boards in his arms, and like Buns before him, springs into the air and is gone in a fraction of a second.
    I turn to Reed, watching as he takes off his shirt, just as Zee had done, to wrap it around his waist. “Are you ready?” Reed asks as his head dips to nuzzle my neck, causing the heat to intensify in an instant.
    “Mmm,” I manage to respond. Reed springs effortlessly into the air, cradling me in his arms. Flying through the dark of night, we seem to be going even faster than before, whirling through the trees following the path we had walked just hours ago. A small squeak of fear bursts from me as a tall, pine tree with a trunk the width of an SUV looms before us. Reed narrowly avoids it at the last possible second. “Let’s try not to scare the half-human, okay?” I ask him when I can again speak.
    He laughs before saying, “Sorry.” We reach the summit of the hill in no time at all and find Buns and Zephyr waiting for us with their boards already on. The snowboarding halfpipe, handrails, kickers and other jumps are all located on the opposite side of the hill. I look around, psyched, because we don’t have to maneuver or jockey for a good position, since we’re completely alone.
    Buns is the only goofy-footed rider among us, since she rides with her right foot closest to the nose of the snowboard, but it’s great for me, since I can face her and talk to her without having to fakie on the way over to the halfpipe. All the boards that we have with us are twin tipped, so that the board will ride equally well in both directions. “My board is dialed in, Buns. Reed really knows what he’s about when it come to boarding, huh?” I ask her.
    “Sweetie, Powers have a lot of time to kill. They have to find ways to fill it when they aren’t waiting for their prey to make a move. This is a nice distraction from the boredom,” she says.
    Standing next to Reed on the coping of the halfpipe, I look down the wall to the flat bottom below. “The snow looks bullet-proof,” I say, because the snow in the halfpipe looks super hard.
    “Yes,” he agrees, giving me an evil grin because he knows it will be fast. “Are you ready to—how did you term it? Smoke me?” he asks, looking down at me, and I know I am in trouble