Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

his blue eyes. He was only twenty-three when he left mortal life, but that stern profile of his, the way he kept his goatee, the tattooed sleeves on his arms never allowed him to look quite that young. “To be claimed by one of those he had to have been dead a while.”
    “So why the hell can he fix a motor like that?” Thames said raising his hands feeling validated and insulted at the same time.
    “Because it ’s not hard,” Judge threw back. “Just a puzzle, man. When your mind is jacked the best way to sort it is to keep your hands busy.”
    “That explains it,” Thames said, looking seriously over Judge , even tilting his head to the side.
    “What?” Judge asked.
    “You. Your mind is fucked. That’s why you’re over there, shoulder to shoulder with our antisocial haunt.” He made a crazy sign with his hand. “Warped minds. Crazy as shit.”
    “Are you trying to insult me for being a better mechanic than you, or are you pissed that last night I kept my h ands busy with that redhead you were eyeing?”
    Thames flipped him off and then leaned back in his seat. “Something ain’t right. I can feel it. I even tried to push my way into his head, have a look around. No way in. That has never fucking happened to me.”
    Reveca let her lazy stare meet his. “Well, almost never,” Thames said with a wink.
    You could always feel when a pusher was making his way into your mind, but in most cases, he was already in before you realized what exactly you were feeling. Reveca, she’d felt it all, seen it all. Thames told her that her essence was dense, so layered with time that there was no way to even understand what he was meddling with if he could get past the natural barrier she had up.
    “That’s a good point, too,” Thames said. “Not getting in means he should be old as hell. Dude had no issue with indoor plumbing. Didn’t think the big screen was some kind of wicked portal or some shit,” he said as he nodded at Cashton.
    “I never said it was portal,” Cashton said not bothering to look up.
    “No , you called it a Fall or something—thought you were seeing other worlds at play,” Thames said laughing along with the other guys.
    “Bloody hell , you fuck. I was delirious.”
    “Another point,” Thames said. “Rock star over there passes back and forth between life and death . He may not look at the TV like a magic box anymore, but he still looks stoned off his ass for a day or so when he comes back. King? Nope. Nothing.”
    That was true. Inside the Veil of death, it was like being high constantly . Your mind could call back memories from the beginning of existence, but you had no clue how you came to be where you were. It always took Cashton a day or two to ‘sober up’ when he came back. When he gave Reveca the information she needed, it was like asking a hungover man to recall the night before. Each time though, he was getting better with his clarity. He’d told Reveca for him it was just easier to be all in; all in the MC when he was back, all in the Veil of death, dealing with his past, when he was there.
    “Put that out ,” Reveca said sternly, promptly shutting up the back and forth taunting.
    The room grew still instantly as they looked to her. She was glaring toward the front gate.
    Echo stood and unclipped his phone from his belt, clicked the direct talk button then told everyone on the site that ‘lunch was ready.’
    Even though the Son s that were in the life rarely smoked, they all lit up then, hazing the room with that toxic smoke instead of the all natural illegal element they’d been passing around just before.
    Judge and Echo kept to their seats , laid back on one of the side couches, but Thames stood and made his way to the other side of the garage openly flipping off Blackwater as he did so, earning a rumble of laughter from the other boys, even Cashton.
    Blackwater scanned the lot, surely counting the bikes, wondering who was there and who wasn’t . He glanced to the