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visit this particular spot.”
    Nessa glanced at the cameras and rolled her eyes. “Bunch of silly electronics. They’re all scrambled, and if I know security types, they’ll be too busy trying to find the reason inside with their computers, gizmos and gadgets.” She laughed. “Not a one of them will think to come looking out here and see if maybe a witch was in the area. We’re bad on devices of an electrical nature at times.”
    Witches and technology didn’t always mix well. She could short-circuit a camera from ten paces away . . . if she chose.
    “Yes. I’m married to a witch, and I’ve been around them long enough to know they can fry those computers, gizmos and gadgets practically on purpose if they’ve a need.”
    Nessa slid him a sidelong look. “Then I imagine I had a need. I want peace, Mal. Some privacy.”
    “And you had to choose this spot to find it?” Nothing here worth seeing, at least not worth seeing from the outside. The huge antennas spiraling up into the sky weren’t anything worth looking at in his opinion. “If God meant any of us to be this high up in the sky, He would have given us wings,” Malachi muttered. From the corner of his eye, he saw Nessa standing as close to the edge as she could without actually going over it. “Bloody hell, would you move a little farther back?”
    Grinning at him over her shoulder, she asked, “Why do you look so worried?”
    As if he couldn’t believe his ears, he repeated, “Worried? You’re standing on the very edge of the fucking Sears Tower , all but dancing there.”
    “It’s not called the Sears Tower anymore, darling.” She slid him a glance from the corner of her eye, smirking. “It’s the Willis Tower.”
    “Willis Tower. Sears Tower. I don’t care if they renamed it the fucking Eiffel Tower. You do know that if you fall, it could kill you.”
    “Do you think?” Nessa cast a hopeful glance over the edge and hummed under her breath. A mournful sigh escaped her and she murmured, “If only.”
    “Nessa, damn it.”
    “You can be such a bore sometimes, Mal.” She blew out a breath. “How does your wife even tolerate it?”
    Malachi’s face twisted in a snarl. “She’s too busy trying to keep you alive to worry about me being boring.” Hell, he and his beloved spent so much time worrying about Nessa that they didn’t have time to wonder if they were boring these days.
    “Becoming a bit harder to handle me than you’d expected, eh?” She arched her brows and smiled at him.
    Malachi wanted to shake her. She didn’t seem to bloody care about anything anymore, and it was getting more and more disturbing.
    For a time, she’d done well. She’d seemed stronger . . . almost like she’d once been.
    But then Malachi failed her.
    He’d never forgive himself for that.
    The loss of the girl she’d loved like a daughter had damned near destroyed her. Malachi hadn’t been able to do a damn thing to stop it. He hadn’t been able to stop a drunk driver from plowing into the car Mei-Lin had been riding in. He hadn’t been able to save the four girls, and he hadn’t been able to do anything but stand at Nessa’s side and hold her hand while she wept at Mei-Lin’s funeral.
    Useless bastard. All these years he’d walked this earth and the few times one of his dearest friends had needed help, he hadn’t been able to do anything.
    Just as he couldn’t help her now. She was slipping into madness, he feared. Kelsey, his love, his heart, his soul, seemed to fear the same thing.
    They were losing her, bit by bit.
    Remember why you came here, old man , he told himself. Not that he thought he’d have any impact on her. But he couldn’t give up. And if he didn’t come, he feared Kelsey would. As mindless as Nessa was these days, Malachi feared his wife even being near her.
    If Nessa wanted to court death, Malachi would do his damnedest to stop her and he’d do his damnedest to hold Kelsey at bay, too.
    “You found a nest of feral