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“What can I do?” She asked.

Rez stared at her for a long, hard moment. “How brave are you, Mistress McCrae?”

Her lips tightened once more. “I’ll do whatever it takes in this situation. I don’t want one realm-person hurt because of these monsters here tonight.”

He dipped his chin slowly. He laid out their strategy and Holly

thought it would either work well or they’d both be dead in the next couple of minutes.

She was pumped, though, something she’d never experienced. Maybe it was the vampire in her, but she wanted this.

At his command, they flew out of the alley together. She could feel him powering up his battle energy at what she knew was full-bore. He wouldn’t be making the screen the Guardsmen were famous for, the shield that could keep all kinds of weapons from getting to either of them.

Instead, he needed his battle frequency at killing force, which was how he went in.

He struck one of the nearest vampires in the head, and his wraith-mate in the stomach. Both fell to the cobbles. Two pairs down.

He shifted slightly as a third pair flew straight for them. He let loose again and he hit home. Three pairs on the ground.

When the remaining two headed for them, shouting in their rage, he pathed into her head, Now!

The command was sharp. She launched toward him, touched his shoulder as several weapons hit the air, then pulled him into the time-path.

She took them back to the alley and dumped Rez into the present where he rolled on his side and lay face down inert.

The process of battling and moving in and out of the time-path was quickly taking a toll. But they weren’t done yet.

She could hear shouting from the street.

His voice was once more in her head. Holly, can you heal me of this sickness? We’ve got to move fast. If they break into any of these homes, we’ll have big trouble on our hands.

She dropped to her knees and settled her hands on his head. She felt sick to her stomach and lethargic as well, but she had to do something. He’d be useless soon then who knew how many villagers would die. She let her healing power flow.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Better. That’s better.

After little more than twenty seconds, he rose to his feet once more. He turned away from the main street and began to run. This way. I need to attack from a different vantage.

He took off into the air soon after. She trailed him, staying low to the buildings as he did.

As it turned out, Rez was right to approach from the west this time. The two pairs that had survived the previous attack waited for them to come from the east.

She stayed several feet away, again in the shadow of the nearest street lamp. Once more, she sensed his tremendous mastyr power flood his hands and arms through his battle frequency.

Just as one of the pairs turned, he fired. They dropped where they were hit. The other pair had a powerful shifter in the mix that roared and headed straight for them. As he shot through the air, he shifted into his wolf form, fangs bared.

Now, Holly.

Just before the wolf struck, Rez got off one shot. Holly launched into the air toward Rez, touched his shoulder and pulled him into the time-path. Through the blur, she could see the wolf lying on the cobbles.

She took him toward the beech tree once more and released the time-path. Rez lay on the ground. She sat next to him, sick as anything because of moving so many times in and out of the continuum. Yet one more wraith-pair remained.

Turning toward him, she again settled her hands on top of his head.

She took several deep breaths and reached within her faeness for every ounce of healing she could muster. She let it flow and heard Rez moan with relief. She was doing some good. But fatigue had begun settling into her bones.

Rez struggled to sit up. There was still some fighting to be done, but she’d never seen him look so pale.

Instinctively, she knew what she needed to do.

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