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“The wall is glowing,” Havily cried.
Vela felt the seal happen and she stepped back just as another explosion sounded just beyond the darkening boundary.
Then nothing, as though the darkening disappeared.
She leaned her head against the cool glass, breathing hard. She sensed she was safe, at least for now.
“What happened, Vela?” There was only one answer. “I just found Duncan. He’s on Third Earth. ”
Chapter Three
After an hour of working with Jean- Pierre, Samuel almost smiled as he extended his hand, yet again, down to the Frenchman.
Jean-Pierre lay on his back, grimacing. “And these are not energy streams you are hitting me with?” Samuel shook his head. “Not at all.
Trust me. ”
“Mon dieu, your energy is immense. ” Samuel smiled. “I warned you. ” Jean-Pierre made a disgusted sound at the back of his throat. He scowled at Samuel’s hand, refused to take it, but this time he struggled to gain his feet instead of hopping back up like he’d been doing. “I confess I am very tired of your power slamming me into these work-out mats.
And how you are folding so quickly is beyond what I can comprehend. ” The alarms no longer sounded. Jean- Pierre had long since spoken with security and gotten permission for Samuel to fold as often as needed, because utilizing his dark power, while battling, always included a series of folds.
Jean-Pierre wiped sweat from his brow. Some of his long warrior hair had escaped his cadroen, and clung to his face and neck. He had unusual eyes, dark gray and green or maybe they were blue. He’d been a favorite with the ladies until the breh-hedden brought Fiona, the blood slave, into his life. Now he was all hers.
The breh-hedden.
Jesus.
Jean-Pierre held Samuel’s gaze.
“And we truly have not tapped the streaming power?” Samuel shook his head. “No, not even a little. ”
“Merde,” Jean-Pierre muttered.
He turned away from the powerful What-Bee and swiped his sword gently back and forth through the air, watching the blade glimmer beneath the overhead lights. At least he’d come to understand that his power had two separate parts and that this half, which had functioned last night at the Superstitions, now seemed strong and right as he wielded his sword against Jean-Pierre in practice, as he folded, levitated, and worked with his dark mist floating around him.
But the streaming power remained elusive, perhaps even dormant, not a bad thing in his opinion.
With his sword held aloft, a vibration reached him, a single call to his dark power. He turned in a slow circle, listening hard, waiting for what he didn’t know.
“What is it?” Jean-Pierre asked.
“What is happening?” Samuel turned toward him. “Jesus, I can feel that something’s wrong, like a vibration in my head. What the hell is that?” But Jean-Pierre just shrugged.
“Perhaps it is your woman. ” He was about to say no, to reject the idea because he didn’t have a woman, when Jean-Pierre’s phone rang. He plucked it from the deep pocket of his workout kilt, and after glancing a the screen, he thumbed then said, “Allo, Havily? Ca va? ” He nodded. “I see. When you call the landing platforms, have them fold her here. Oui. Ici. Here. Yes, we can do that for now. ” He thumbed his phone, returned it to his pocket, and said, “Your woman is coming. ”
“Shit,” Samuel murmured. He’d already planned on finding a way to avoid Vela, and now she’d be here in a few more seconds. Beyond that, he could feel her distress, which made no sense at all.
A moment later, she materialized twenty feet away from him, near the risers.
Unable to prevent himself, he crossed the workout mats on a half-run, folding his sword away at the same time.
With his dark power flowing in a mist around him he grabbed her arms, holding her fast. “Are you all right? What’s wrong? I can feel that something’s wrong. ” But before she could answer, he pulled her against him.
“Samuel,” she whispered, her voice just a breath of air against his neck.
Realizing what he’d done, he let go of her, then took a step back. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Vela. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m trying. I really am. ” Vela put a hand on his arm, and he grew very still. God, the feel of her fingers alone making contact with his skin sent ripples of desire coursing through him.
“Samuel, we have a situation. I found Duncan. ”
