irritate your guards,” he says smoothly.
“That’s not fair!” I call to him, but he doesn’t answer me as he disappears from my sight. Completely infuriated, I pull the doors closed, shutting out the angels who are grinning at me like I’m some sort of sideshow freak.
Pacing the floor, I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin. They’re making this so difficult when it’s really so simple , I think to myself. It’s Russell. There is nothing that anyone is going to say that will convince me not to give him any help that I can. Now that I know the others will be protected, I really don’t need their permission. With this new clarity, a calm settles over me. I sit down on the bed and concentrate on what I want to do.
Controlling the spinning that makes it seem as if the entire room is being picked up and shaken, I allow a clone of me to push steadily from my body. I direct my clone to pass through the closed doors of my room. The darkness outside makes it difficult to tell exactly where I’m going so I focus on the red hanging lanterns strung in the trees ahead of her. The familiar faces of the angels guarding me outside enter my consciousness. Elan tries to stop my image, but she passes right through him. Sorin enters my room; I can feel him near me, but I’m keeping my eyes closed so that I can concentrate on navigating my clone.
As my image walks in silence towards the conference room, I hear the heated debate ahead as Reed’s beautiful voice speaks in Angel. I follow the sound of it, knowing that Phaedrus must be somewhere nearby. Entering the room, there are several intakes of breath, mainly coming from the side of the table where the Undines are seated. Ignoring them, I continue moving my clone beyond each one on my way to the end of the table.
Nearing Phaedrus, I almost make it to him when Reed steps right in front of me, trying to block my way. My clone passes right through him like a dream, approaching Phaedrus to whisper to him, “You have five seconds. Be ready.”
Phaedrus rises out of his chair, exhaling in relief. He has been in torment over knowing that his targets, Russell and Brownie, need his help and not being able to find them on his own.
Even through my clone’s dim senses, I know that the entire room has heard me because they erupt in chaos. I don’t pay any attention. I know that this may be the last thing that Russell will hear from me. Adrenaline flashes into my system at that thought. With my heartbeat drumming in my ears, I reach deep within myself, pushing every ounce of love and devotion that I feel for Russell out of me and into my clone. As I do it, my senses within her heighten until the room around her begins to glow from the light she emits. Then, like a bolt of lightening, she streams out of the room in a flash, and I lose the connection to her.
I find myself back in my room, seated on my bed. I quickly reach deep within myself again, tapping into all the rage and anger that I feel for the creature who has taken my soul mate. The room spins again as I formulate my message to the Ifrit. My messenger bolts from the room with my last thought: Mercy for them or there will be no mercy for you.
CHAPTER 7
Water And Fire
Feeling like the room is still spinning, I reach my hand up to my face, wiping my nose. A smear of blood transfers to my hand, letting me know that my nose is bleeding. Dabbing at it with the back of my hand, I walk towards the bathroom to get a tissue. Before I make it halfway there, Reed is standing in front of me looking like an avenging angel who has come to smite me for my sins. His charcoal-gray wings are arching out so that I can’t see around him and he is glowering at me as his hands are clenched in fists at his sides.
Knowing I’m in serious trouble with Reed and possibly every other angel in China, I back away from him while holding out my hands in front of me. I’m disturbed to realize that my hands are shaking a little. “You can’t
“That’s not fair!” I call to him, but he doesn’t answer me as he disappears from my sight. Completely infuriated, I pull the doors closed, shutting out the angels who are grinning at me like I’m some sort of sideshow freak.
Pacing the floor, I feel like I’m about to jump out of my skin. They’re making this so difficult when it’s really so simple , I think to myself. It’s Russell. There is nothing that anyone is going to say that will convince me not to give him any help that I can. Now that I know the others will be protected, I really don’t need their permission. With this new clarity, a calm settles over me. I sit down on the bed and concentrate on what I want to do.
Controlling the spinning that makes it seem as if the entire room is being picked up and shaken, I allow a clone of me to push steadily from my body. I direct my clone to pass through the closed doors of my room. The darkness outside makes it difficult to tell exactly where I’m going so I focus on the red hanging lanterns strung in the trees ahead of her. The familiar faces of the angels guarding me outside enter my consciousness. Elan tries to stop my image, but she passes right through him. Sorin enters my room; I can feel him near me, but I’m keeping my eyes closed so that I can concentrate on navigating my clone.
As my image walks in silence towards the conference room, I hear the heated debate ahead as Reed’s beautiful voice speaks in Angel. I follow the sound of it, knowing that Phaedrus must be somewhere nearby. Entering the room, there are several intakes of breath, mainly coming from the side of the table where the Undines are seated. Ignoring them, I continue moving my clone beyond each one on my way to the end of the table.
Nearing Phaedrus, I almost make it to him when Reed steps right in front of me, trying to block my way. My clone passes right through him like a dream, approaching Phaedrus to whisper to him, “You have five seconds. Be ready.”
Phaedrus rises out of his chair, exhaling in relief. He has been in torment over knowing that his targets, Russell and Brownie, need his help and not being able to find them on his own.
Even through my clone’s dim senses, I know that the entire room has heard me because they erupt in chaos. I don’t pay any attention. I know that this may be the last thing that Russell will hear from me. Adrenaline flashes into my system at that thought. With my heartbeat drumming in my ears, I reach deep within myself, pushing every ounce of love and devotion that I feel for Russell out of me and into my clone. As I do it, my senses within her heighten until the room around her begins to glow from the light she emits. Then, like a bolt of lightening, she streams out of the room in a flash, and I lose the connection to her.
I find myself back in my room, seated on my bed. I quickly reach deep within myself again, tapping into all the rage and anger that I feel for the creature who has taken my soul mate. The room spins again as I formulate my message to the Ifrit. My messenger bolts from the room with my last thought: Mercy for them or there will be no mercy for you.
CHAPTER 7
Water And Fire
Feeling like the room is still spinning, I reach my hand up to my face, wiping my nose. A smear of blood transfers to my hand, letting me know that my nose is bleeding. Dabbing at it with the back of my hand, I walk towards the bathroom to get a tissue. Before I make it halfway there, Reed is standing in front of me looking like an avenging angel who has come to smite me for my sins. His charcoal-gray wings are arching out so that I can’t see around him and he is glowering at me as his hands are clenched in fists at his sides.
Knowing I’m in serious trouble with Reed and possibly every other angel in China, I back away from him while holding out my hands in front of me. I’m disturbed to realize that my hands are shaking a little. “You can’t
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