Free Find Me If You Dare (Dreamcatcher Book 2) by Vicki Leigh Page A

standing with Seth, she walked toward us, her hips swaying. I cleared my throat, straightening up—and tipped backward. Seth pressed a hand against my spine, pushing me forward.
    “Lightweight,” he teased and stepped away.
    “Why didn’t you come back for me? Nolan only wanted one dance,” Kayla said when she reached me.
    “Sorry. Was chatting with Seth.” I opened my eyes wider and blinked a few times. Were my words slurred?
    Kayla grabbed my arm. “Are you drunk?”
    The alarm at the front gate sounded, loud and high-pitched. Someone not wearing Trishna’s Unity mark had entered Caelum. The music silenced, and heads whipped around.
    “Daniel and Chad, follow me. Everyone else, stay here,” Trishna yelled, bolting from the room.
    After kissing the side of Kayla’s head, I ran after Trishna, tipping sideways when the tunnel turned.
Brilliant
job, Daniel
, I scolded myself.
So pissed you can’t even run in a straight line.
Idiot.
    I broke free of the passageway and jogged through the main corridor to where Trishna knelt next to a body near the entrance, checking for a pulse. As I got closer, I noticed the person’s shirt was soaked with blood, and in his left hand, he held a piece of paper. My feet felt like they were tied to cinder blocks as I neared the body—
    Eric.
    I ran my hand down my face and swore.
    “Is he…” Chad started.
    Trishna’s fingers left Eric’s neck. “He’s dead.”
    Chad pressed a fist to his mouth and stepped away.
    “He collapsed as soon as he saw me. I thought I might have time to save him, but…” She motioned to her dead friend, her eyes sad. “Damn it!” Trishna smacked the floor.
    I closed the distance in one step and touched her shoulder, my heart in my throat. “It’s all right. I’ll take it from here.” I crouched and placed a hand on Eric’s arm, then evaporated to the oversized corridor designated as our hospital.
    After lifting Eric onto a bed—woozy as hell—I pried open his fist and pulled out the paper he’d been grasping. The message was Old English, but I was able to translate:
A voice like thunder said to me, ‘Come and see.’ I looked, and there before me was a white horse. Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out bent on conquest.
    What the…?
I recognized the words. But from where? Church, maybe?
    Closing my eyes, I sent Tabbi a direct message:
Do you have a Bible?
Being an orphan on the streets of Ireland in the 1700s, Tabbi had found cathedrals to be a great source of charity. She’d grown up listening to sermons and, after her death at the age of twelve, had continued her religion—unlike me. Hopefully she’d picked up a new Bible after leaving Rome.
    Yeah, why?
she answered.
    I need it. Hospital. Bring it to me as soon as possible.
    Scanning Eric’s body, I searched for more clues. I checked his pockets, but there were no more notes, and his other hand held nothing. I shook my head. Richard could’ve delivered that note many other ways. Why use Eric?
    I tipped my head, narrowing my gaze on the warlock’s shirt. The blood was centered on his torso. Hadn’t he been wearing blue when we were in Albuquerque? Why would Richard bother to give him clean clothes before beating him to a pulp? I rolled up Eric’s shirt—and froze.
    On Eric’s chest and stomach, carved in capital letters:
FIND ME IF YOU DARE
.
    I dropped his shirt and swore.
    Tabbi, Seth, and Kayla broke through the door.
    “What the—” Seth started.
    “Oh, God. Eric.” Kayla covered her mouth and whimpered.
    “Seth, Kayla, find Trishna and Bartholomew. Tell them to come here immediately.”
    Seth nodded and took Kayla’s hand in his, dragging her from the room. Tabbi handed me her Bible, and I traded her the paper.
    “Do you recognize this?” I asked, flipping through the pages.
    “Um, yeah. It’s from Revelation.”
    I looked up from the book. Tabbi’s green eyes were wide. “Damn, I knew I recognized the passage,” I said. “It’s