GENRE: Paranormal Romance
The guy's aura betrayed him. Whatever he was up to was bad. Like tearing wings off butterflies bad.
"Yeah, I got him," she said to the terrier pawing at her leg.
A shiver crawled up her spine as she stood frozen in place under the shade of the wing, watching him continue toward her. The plane was the only thing that stood between her and the man no more than twenty feet away.
She grabbed her logbook and pretended to read it in one hand as she clicked off the safety on the gun she held in her other hand, never letting the guy out of her sight.
As long as she could remember, she could see the energy of living things. On more than one occasion, her gift had been helpful since it was like having a built-in lie detector on steroids.
Because everything about this guy's aura screamed foul. And that big ball of ugly intently focused on Kerra was now only ten feet away and closing the distance.
"Yo! Can I help you?" she yelled out, waving the logbook in the air.
He didn't respond. Instead, he just kept walking toward her, unfazed.
I can't believe the hairy berries on this guy. The fool was an idiot to try to steal a plane with its pilot standing right next to it. Unless...