Eleventh Grave in Moonlight (Charley Davidson #11)(58)

“And a lot of anger, I suspect.”

“Yeah, that, too. Try it again.”

We did the hand-through-the-heart thing a few more times, then advanced to him standing still while I walked through him. Through his body. Literally. He stood in front of me, hands in his pockets, while I dematerialized my whole everything and just passed right through him.

I laughed the first time I did it and clapped my hands like a kid on a waterslide. Then I cleared my throat and returned to my normal state of absolute coolness.

Just kidding. I have never been to the state of Coolness, though Ubie told me he drove through it once.

“Meet me over there,” Reyes said. He dematerialized and rematerialized on the other side of the room. It was a large room. “Your turn.”

I drew in a lungful of air, then shifted onto the celestial plane. Wind whipped around me. Thunder crashed. Lightning hit. The colors were so bright I lost sight of Reyes and rematerialized where I stood.

“Again,” Reyes-Wan said.

“I can’t see you.”

“Then you aren’t looking.”

That was helpful. I shifted again and tried walking to where I knew Reyes stood.

“Don’t walk over here. Be over here.”

I gave up. “You know, I can’t tell if you’re channeling Obi-Wan or Yoda more.”

“Dutch, don’t make me come get you.”

That sounded menacing. Shifting for the seven millionth time, I tried to block out the storms raging around me. The scalding wind threatening to peel the skin from my bones. The thunderous roar. The clouds opened nearby, and a beam of light shot down to take a newly departed home.

Okay, don’t walk. Be.

I could be.

Reyes appeared in the distance. Much farther than he should have been. I fought the urge to put one foot in front of the other. I was incorporeal. Utter mist. Could I float?

I tried to lift off the ground. Nope.

If I couldn’t float—an activity I’d seen Reyes do countless times—how was I to get from here to there?

“Dutch, be here.”

I glared at him, clenched my fists, and … ordered space out of my way. One second later, I appeared. Right in front of him.

“Good. Now here.” He disappeared again. A second later, he was another few hundred feet away.

Ordering space to move aside, I did it again. I beamed up at him.

“Good. Now materialize.”

I ordered my molecules to realign. He did the same. Sunlight burst around us, and he nodded, gesturing for me to look over my shoulder. I did. Right as a semitruck plowed into us.

Its horn blared. I screamed and jumped into Reyes’s arm. Then I watched as it passed through us. Gears and rods and other mechanical stuff rushed through our incorporeal bodies. Two seconds later, a Nissan Maxima did the same. Then a Buick Enclave. Then a little white thing I couldn’t identify. A Dodge Ram. A Mercedes GLE. On and on until I realized we were on the interstate. I-25, to be exact.

I turned to Reyes and hit him on the shoulder. He grinned and disappeared again. After rolling my eyes, I followed. We were at Calamity’s. In the kitchen. There were two prep cooks prepping away, but they had yet to realize we were there. Which was a whole new can of worms.

When we materialized again, I threw my arms over Reyes to anchor him to the spot. He laughed, his voice soft and husky and deep.

“Okay, that was cool, but what if I want to go somewhere you are not?”

At the sound of my voice, the two cooks looked over at us, exchanged confused glances, then went back to work.

Reyes slid his arms around my waist. “You slow down. Think about where you are going. Get a mental picture of your target. It can be a person or a place. And you just go there.”

“I just go there. Okay.” I was actually a little thrilled that I was finally learning this stuff. Stuff Reyes had been able to do since he was little, though the dematerialization of his human body didn’t come about until more recently. “What if someone sees us materialize out of thin air? Won’t that be a little upsetting?”

“The human mind fills in the gaps. It is certain it saw us walk up or just come out of a closet. Whatever it needs to do to explain, it does. You only really need to be careful with children. It takes them a while to develop that skill.”

“What skill? Denial?”

“Pretty much.”

“I can’t believe we didn’t get squashed.”

“You can’t.” He lifted me up and sat me on the counter, then took down two cups and went for the coffeemaker. I had him trained so well.

“I’m pretty sure I can be squashed. Just like a bug. Only bigger and with more entrails. Then what, Know-It-All Man? If I’m a god and can’t die, then what? I’m still human, Reyes.”

He walked back with two cups of coffee. I took both. He raised a single, arrogant brow.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want one?”

Without answering, he leaned in, nipped at the tender skin below my jaw, then turned and started making us lunch.

I put one of the cups down. Mostly because I started feeling silly when Sammy, Reyes’s head cook, walked in, took one look at me, and walked back out again, shaking his head.

In his own defense, he prolly had to pee or something.

“If I can’t die, then what happens if I really am hit by a semi? Or thrown into a huge meat grinder? Or locked in a car destined for a car crusher? I’m going to die.”