Chapter 13

“He’s not going to get much practice if he doesn’t have anyone to anchor,” Dom murmured

Sam’s gaze landed on Avery, and Avery immediately scowled. “Don’t look at me.”

Sam shook his head. “No. I wouldn’t…I would never ask you to do that. But what do you think about…” Sam pursed his lips, and his eyes unfocused for a long moment. Then he came back to himself with a little head shake. “Tyler?”

Avery shrugged. “I don’t know him. He might be one of Michael’s ghostwalkers, but I’ve never met him.”

“He still doesn’t have an anchor after that bi—Annika left. Michael has been anchoring him sometimes, but he hasn’t been working a lot lately.” Sam rubbed his chin.

Avery glanced at Jameson, who was in discussion with two women, then back at the pair before him. “Then why doesn’t Requiem pair them together?”

Dom shrugged. Sam squinted. Avery sighed.

“Jameson, come here for a second, will you?” Avery called.