Hannah and the Hitman

Chapter 45

45

JACK

I blinked.

“What the fuck?”

I spun in a circle.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Hannah was gone. Like, poof.

One second, she was using every swear word in the English dictionary to tell me off and the next she disappeared. She’d been right in front of me. Poking me in the chest. Then… gone.

Was I losing my mind? I ran a hand over my face, then down the back of my neck. Jesus, did I have a brain tumor?

I could smell her. That soft scent that drove me fucking mad. She’d been here. I wasn’t going crazy.

No, I was going crazy.

“Hannah!” I yelled, her name echoing off the brick walls.

I ran around the loft, opening bedroom doors, peeking behind shower curtains as if she were playing hide and go seek.

She wasn’t here.

Next, I went to the door, flung it open. Dax’s car was still parked below.

What was it called in Star Trek? Did someone beam her up? Wait. She hadn’t just teleported , had she? She said her friend Brittany thought she had superpowers, but TELEPORTING?

If that really was what she did, because it seemed crazy that that was the most plausible answer, then where did she go?