Right Through Me (The Obsidian Files #1) Read Online Free PDF

she did. Or thinking that they could. Whatever. She wasn’t a miracle worker.
    But oh God, how she’d loved having money for things she needed. Enjoying friends, food. Making art. Being able to go to bed and just sleep. No hellish nightmares. No cold sucking hole inside her as she lay in bed watching what Mark had done to Dex looping over and over in her mind. She couldn’t seem to stop that endless replay.
    The driver had seen and waited for her, bless him. The bus door opened as she pounded toward it, trying to unthink that random thought about Dex as she scrambled up into the bus. Thinking of Dex was a trigger, and she couldn’t afford to—
    Oh no. Oh fuck. She stared in horror at the bus driver.
    His eyes had been torn out just like Tim’s. Blood streaked down his face and soaked the front of his uniform. Caro froze, a shriek of horror trapped in her throat.
    She shut her eyes, teetering on the edge of screaming panic. Not real. Not real.
    Noah Gallagher. She seized onto the image of him. His intense gaze as he sprinted after her through the car-clogged street. Searching for her.
    The image radiated heat through her.
    Air came into her lungs. Slowly, she dared to open her eyes.
    “. . . gettin’ on this bus or not, miss? Come on! I don’t got all night!”
    The driver had his eyes again. Blue, frowning at her in puzzlement. His uniform was clean, blood free, his buttons straining over a heavy gut. Just a middle-aged man with beard scruff and heavy jowls. He looked tired and annoyed.
    A few passengers put in their two cents, rudely.
    She mumbled an incoherent apology, scrambled the rest of the way in and found an empty seat, winded. She’d gotten through that so quickly. No nausea. No lingering aura.
    Just a vision she couldn’t shake of a man like no other. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to get Noah Gallahger out of her head.
    Not that she wanted to.
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    Noah felt strangled by his own clothing when he got upstairs. He unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie with an angry tug as he strode through Angel Enterprises. His employees scrambled frantically out of his path. He must look ferocious.
    He felt ferocious. He’d been on the verge of acquiring Rand Batello’s biomed company. Batello’s stepdaughter, the brilliant Simone Brightman, had just recently agreed to marry him. Batello’s company seemed a perfect match for Angel Enterprises, just as Simone had seemed perfect for him personally. She was elegant, intelligent, beautiful.
    And the safest possible choice for a partner. He would have seen the signs, if Simone were mixed up with Obsidian. He hadn’t run AVP on her, since she knew nothing about his past, but even through the contacts and the shield specs, there was no way he could have missed that.
    He’d never liked her stepdad Rand, but an annoying in-law was a walking cliché. Noah welcomed anything that added apparent normalcy to his life. Even if it bugged the shit out of him.
    But Asa’s warning cast Batello in a new light.
    It could be a coincidence. Obsidian had its tentacles everywhere. If Obsidian had found them, it wouldn’t waste time or resources on infiltration.
    It would eat them alive and spit out their bones.
    Several of his team, including Hannah, were still crowded around the conference room door when he approached. She called something out to him as he passed, her tone sharp and defensive. He couldn’t be bothered to listen or respond.
    He had more pressing problems at the moment.
    Simone turned to him as he walked into the room. No smile. Her lipstick looked startlingly red against her pale skin.
    As always, she was impeccably put together. Understated jewelry, slender figure set off by a silver gray designer suit. Her hair was swept up, invisibly pinned. Pure class. Total sophistication. The absolute opposite of a hired exotic dancer bedecked with dollar-store trinkets and twirling veils.
    Simone held herself ramrod straight, looking him right