Blue Abyss: Timewalker Chronicles, Book 3 (The Timewalker Chronicles) by Michele Callahan
Authors: Michele Callahan
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Fire before the Triscani overcame their position? Their enemies were fast. Very, very fast. More than a couple Triscani and they’d both be dead meat.
Raiden looked around. There was more than one cave, more than one crevasse in the submerged cliffs that would offer them a place to hide. There was another boat approaching, he could hear the buzzing mechanics of a combustion engine. A larger boat neared the derbis and several dark shadows entered the water next to it. Triscani? And what where they doing searching through the debris? What were they looking for? For him…or for her?
Of the two, she was the bigger prize.
Triscani were up there. The cold numbing charge of their presence grated on his nerves and sent a slow, sluggish chill through his veins. His savior shivered in his arms and burrowed closer to his heart. She felt it, too, the inherent wrongness of their enemy. He’d never been able to explain it to his men, and he wasn’t sure how or why he could feel their energy. But he could. Since he’d taken the first of them and turned the Triscani Hunter to ash, he’d been able to feel them. He hated the sensation, like cold jelly dropped in heavy glops atop his spine.
The Hunters surrounded her men and tore them to pieces in seconds, their blood a dark stain in the water. He shrank back inside a cave while they were distracted, hoping they hadn’t seen him or Mari yet.
What he wouldn’t give for some random earthly humans to be on that boat. He’d be ecstatic to see human military or merchants. Something that actually belonged on this world. His stepmother had always told him to be careful whom he chased. That the hunter could become the prey. She’d been right. And he had to protect the woman in his arms at all costs, protect her Angel’s Fire, her healing ability and her knowledge of the lost races. Any one of those things made her a prize worth killing for.
Wars had been fought over a healer with half her skill. The need to keep her safe burned in him, too deep to question or understand. Duty and logic demanded no less. Healers were sacred among all the races…save one. For them, the healers were something to be feared, their power both dangerous and disturbing.
A splash sounded and he slinked back with her in his arms until they were completely hidden inside the opening of another small cave. He found an outcropping of rock with a pocket above them that would catch his air bubbles, bubbles that would rise like flares from his mouthpiece, and slowed his breathing as much as possible.
Two long shadows glided through the water toward the cave they’d just left behind. Not human. Not Itaran. They looked like a jet-black version of rubber-band men, bodies stretched and tugged by the current. Giant worms in water. Despite their twisting forms, the Triscani Hunters moved unerringly for the cave opening. They paused at its entrance and appeared to be searching for intruders or enemies. For him.
No. For her.
Over his dead body. He held her tighter and turned so that her petite curves were completely concealed by his in the small opening. He wore black, like the shadows he tried to blend into, and he waited.
A rumble shook the water a few minutes later at the opening of the Triscani cave, and he was quite sure that everything inside it was pulverized by another explosion. No evidence left. No trail for his family.
Where the hell was his ship? What had they done with it? The Triscani had obviously found him, removed him from his ship and transported his body while he slept. They had to have his ship stashed somewhere. He needed to find it as quickly as possible and make sure they hadn’t figured out a way around his locked controls, or worse, discovered what he’d left behind. He had made a vow, and he meant to keep it.
Raiden tried to ignore the shivering twist of unease that thought brought him. He squeezed as tightly to the side of the crevasse as her body would allow, impatiently counting down the
Raiden looked around. There was more than one cave, more than one crevasse in the submerged cliffs that would offer them a place to hide. There was another boat approaching, he could hear the buzzing mechanics of a combustion engine. A larger boat neared the derbis and several dark shadows entered the water next to it. Triscani? And what where they doing searching through the debris? What were they looking for? For him…or for her?
Of the two, she was the bigger prize.
Triscani were up there. The cold numbing charge of their presence grated on his nerves and sent a slow, sluggish chill through his veins. His savior shivered in his arms and burrowed closer to his heart. She felt it, too, the inherent wrongness of their enemy. He’d never been able to explain it to his men, and he wasn’t sure how or why he could feel their energy. But he could. Since he’d taken the first of them and turned the Triscani Hunter to ash, he’d been able to feel them. He hated the sensation, like cold jelly dropped in heavy glops atop his spine.
The Hunters surrounded her men and tore them to pieces in seconds, their blood a dark stain in the water. He shrank back inside a cave while they were distracted, hoping they hadn’t seen him or Mari yet.
What he wouldn’t give for some random earthly humans to be on that boat. He’d be ecstatic to see human military or merchants. Something that actually belonged on this world. His stepmother had always told him to be careful whom he chased. That the hunter could become the prey. She’d been right. And he had to protect the woman in his arms at all costs, protect her Angel’s Fire, her healing ability and her knowledge of the lost races. Any one of those things made her a prize worth killing for.
Wars had been fought over a healer with half her skill. The need to keep her safe burned in him, too deep to question or understand. Duty and logic demanded no less. Healers were sacred among all the races…save one. For them, the healers were something to be feared, their power both dangerous and disturbing.
A splash sounded and he slinked back with her in his arms until they were completely hidden inside the opening of another small cave. He found an outcropping of rock with a pocket above them that would catch his air bubbles, bubbles that would rise like flares from his mouthpiece, and slowed his breathing as much as possible.
Two long shadows glided through the water toward the cave they’d just left behind. Not human. Not Itaran. They looked like a jet-black version of rubber-band men, bodies stretched and tugged by the current. Giant worms in water. Despite their twisting forms, the Triscani Hunters moved unerringly for the cave opening. They paused at its entrance and appeared to be searching for intruders or enemies. For him.
No. For her.
Over his dead body. He held her tighter and turned so that her petite curves were completely concealed by his in the small opening. He wore black, like the shadows he tried to blend into, and he waited.
A rumble shook the water a few minutes later at the opening of the Triscani cave, and he was quite sure that everything inside it was pulverized by another explosion. No evidence left. No trail for his family.
Where the hell was his ship? What had they done with it? The Triscani had obviously found him, removed him from his ship and transported his body while he slept. They had to have his ship stashed somewhere. He needed to find it as quickly as possible and make sure they hadn’t figured out a way around his locked controls, or worse, discovered what he’d left behind. He had made a vow, and he meant to keep it.
Raiden tried to ignore the shivering twist of unease that thought brought him. He squeezed as tightly to the side of the crevasse as her body would allow, impatiently counting down the
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