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through London's busy streets,
marveling at the bustle going on all around her. Nobody glanced at her, nobody
so much as twitched as she drifted by. There was a heady sense of power to it,
and Keira grew more and more confident with every passing second.
    When she floated through the walls of a house in
Shoreditch, it took her a few seconds to realize she'd come to a halt. She
looked around, puzzled. This was a normal house, a little untidy – plates
unwashed in the sink, dust on the picture frames – but normal. Unremarkable. She couldn't imagine why she'd come here.
    Or had she been brought here? Could it be the
next victim's house? Or... his house?
    She drifted through the kitchen, into the living room,
and up the stairs. The sound of running water indicated someone was in the
shower and she felt a prick of concern. She didn't want to spy on anyone, but
how was she supposed to learn anything useful otherwise?
    Upstairs was as normal as down. One
bedroom, bed unmade, dirty socks all over the floor. A man's room, she
guessed, seeing no women’s clothes anywhere. The bathroom was en suite, and the noise of the water kept her out of there
for the moment. There was a second room, the door locked. Curiosity tugged
Keira through the door. It was a weird sensation, floating through solid walls
like they didn't exist. She felt like a ghost, and the anxiety that she might
not be able to get back into her body hit her again. What happened if she
couldn't? If she was stuck here in limbo?
    She pictured Dom's confident smile and pushed the
thought aside.
    The locked room was a study. At first glance there was
nothing unusual in here either, and she was about to leave when she noticed the
bookshelf over the desk. It was loaded down with books on true crime, serial
killers, cult killings, and human sacrifice. She shivered, an inexplicable
chill running through her. It didn't have to mean anything, she reasoned. There
was no law against owning books like this.
    But she'd been brought here, hadn't she?
    Or had she? She didn't know how OBEs worked, not
really. Who was to say she'd been "brought here," as opposed to,
hell, being dragged by a wind current?
    The door clicked behind her. She spun round, heart
hammering. A man walked into the study, dressed in tattered jeans and nothing
else. He was toweling off his shaggy blond hair, a scowl on his face. Something
about him set her on edge immediately. His eyes were bright blue, sharp and
intense as he scanned the room. Had he heard something? Sensed something? Keira
trembled, chanting Simon's words over and over in her head as the man stared
around the room. Nothing bad can happen. Nothing can touch you.
    The man padded into the room, running his fingers over
the desk and the lamp, expression thoughtful. He tilted his head to one side as
if listening, and then stared directly at Keira.
    There was no doubting it, no mistaking it at all. He
stared right at her. Keira froze, staring back, absolutely certain he could see
her, never mind that he wasn't supposed to. Her breath came in quick, ragged
gasps, and Rudolf's reassuring words weren't so reassuring anymore. He could
see her.
    Could he touch her?
    The man stalked towards her, face flushing red, an
ugly, angry cast falling over his strong features. Keira stepped back
instinctively, her non-corporeal body moving through the desk. She watched him
track the movement, icy fear stealing through her. This wasn't possible, this
wasn't supposed to happen. The panic she'd felt earlier came back full force.
She could only think of one reason this might be happening. It was insane, but
it resonated in her, as true as her own name.
    The realization broke something in her. The man lunged
for her with a snarl and Keira screamed as blinding white light enveloped her.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    She snapped back into her body, thrashing and
screaming in the water, hammering on the tank's lid. It popped open and Dom was
there, lifting her out of the tank, his