couldn’t think about that now. Every one of them would die. Slowly she pressed her arms down giving her leverage to get up.
Her tiny flame sprang to life in her hand, she blew on it and watched it dance across her palm.
“You took my life.”
“Not yet, but soon,” one of her kidnappers gloated.
“Some say ignorance is bliss but not for you.” Aviana’s voice held a trace of mysticism in it.
She blew on that flame dispersing it. Her tiny flame grew into a roaring fire that engulfed the three of them. She backed it with her iron will and the love she felt for her child.
The three screamed trying to fight the flames that slowly ate at them, decreasing their ability to use their gifts.
One of the kidnappers managed to breach the flame going for her neck. Rylan dragged her back, and stepping in front of her, took his flame and wrapped it around the exposed arm bending it back until she heard it break.
The kidnapper fell to the ground screaming. The flame consumed them.
Aviana dropped to the ground too, her body shaking.
“We need to get out of here.” Rylan’s gentle voice touched her while she shook.
He picked her up and began carrying her, reassuring her that Mckayla was ok.
“How could I leave her? What kind of mother am I?” her voice shook.
Memories of her waving goodbye when they left made her heart ache. Vick stood next to her with the other two children surrounding them but all she had wanted to do was run across the yard and scoop her up.
She raised pain filled eyes to his. “How could I have forgotten her, even for a minute?”
Recriminations rolled through her mind. She didn’t deserve to live. How would she go on? Images of Mckayla went through her mind. Her smiling or running to meet her. The feel of her daughter’s arms around her was so real all she wanted to do was sink into herself. Then the picture of a knife being plunged deep into her chest haunted her. She screamed as she was torn apart inside.
No job could replace what she lost. Her dreams were so useless; the ones that mattered had been seeing Mckayla grow up strong to have the life she desired. That small seed she nursed inside—having a family with Rylan as the father of her children—cried as the petals wilted. Her heart would be scarred forever.
“Aviana, open your eyes.”
They were back in the underground rooms. She looked at Rylan before sinking down on the table.
“Let me die,” she murmured.
“You heard the female, let her die.”
Rylan shot a scathing look at Voyager before running a gentle hand over Aviana’s face.
“Listen to me. I told Mckayla I would protect you and I will. I also told you Mckayla would be safe. I am not a liar! You have to get up or you’ll never see her again.”
“Leave her alone!” Voyager’s voice boomed, echoing through the space. “If she loved her child she would not let anything stop her from looking for her. She would turn over every rock to recover her body if she were really dead. But no, she would rather lie on a filthy table and wallow in her guilt. She was never a good mother and she will not make an acceptable soul-bond.”
How dare he! Her daughter was killed in front of her. Not a good mother? She was the best; she worked day and night for her baby’s needs, at times setting her needs aside to make sure Mckayla was taken care of. Mckayla, with the contagious smile and the bright eyes that never failed to make her day. What if she was still alive? Maybe this was a trap? One she had fallen for.
The Dares wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Rena was just as fierce as she was and her mate wasn’t anyone she wanted to meet in an alley.
And that Voyager! She would show him. Anger bubbled through her veins as she got up. He was right about the table though, it was filthy. She brushed herself off, finger combing her hair as much as possible.
“You!” she walked over to him poking her finger into his hard chest. “How dare you call me an unfit mother? I
Her tiny flame sprang to life in her hand, she blew on it and watched it dance across her palm.
“You took my life.”
“Not yet, but soon,” one of her kidnappers gloated.
“Some say ignorance is bliss but not for you.” Aviana’s voice held a trace of mysticism in it.
She blew on that flame dispersing it. Her tiny flame grew into a roaring fire that engulfed the three of them. She backed it with her iron will and the love she felt for her child.
The three screamed trying to fight the flames that slowly ate at them, decreasing their ability to use their gifts.
One of the kidnappers managed to breach the flame going for her neck. Rylan dragged her back, and stepping in front of her, took his flame and wrapped it around the exposed arm bending it back until she heard it break.
The kidnapper fell to the ground screaming. The flame consumed them.
Aviana dropped to the ground too, her body shaking.
“We need to get out of here.” Rylan’s gentle voice touched her while she shook.
He picked her up and began carrying her, reassuring her that Mckayla was ok.
“How could I leave her? What kind of mother am I?” her voice shook.
Memories of her waving goodbye when they left made her heart ache. Vick stood next to her with the other two children surrounding them but all she had wanted to do was run across the yard and scoop her up.
She raised pain filled eyes to his. “How could I have forgotten her, even for a minute?”
Recriminations rolled through her mind. She didn’t deserve to live. How would she go on? Images of Mckayla went through her mind. Her smiling or running to meet her. The feel of her daughter’s arms around her was so real all she wanted to do was sink into herself. Then the picture of a knife being plunged deep into her chest haunted her. She screamed as she was torn apart inside.
No job could replace what she lost. Her dreams were so useless; the ones that mattered had been seeing Mckayla grow up strong to have the life she desired. That small seed she nursed inside—having a family with Rylan as the father of her children—cried as the petals wilted. Her heart would be scarred forever.
“Aviana, open your eyes.”
They were back in the underground rooms. She looked at Rylan before sinking down on the table.
“Let me die,” she murmured.
“You heard the female, let her die.”
Rylan shot a scathing look at Voyager before running a gentle hand over Aviana’s face.
“Listen to me. I told Mckayla I would protect you and I will. I also told you Mckayla would be safe. I am not a liar! You have to get up or you’ll never see her again.”
“Leave her alone!” Voyager’s voice boomed, echoing through the space. “If she loved her child she would not let anything stop her from looking for her. She would turn over every rock to recover her body if she were really dead. But no, she would rather lie on a filthy table and wallow in her guilt. She was never a good mother and she will not make an acceptable soul-bond.”
How dare he! Her daughter was killed in front of her. Not a good mother? She was the best; she worked day and night for her baby’s needs, at times setting her needs aside to make sure Mckayla was taken care of. Mckayla, with the contagious smile and the bright eyes that never failed to make her day. What if she was still alive? Maybe this was a trap? One she had fallen for.
The Dares wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Rena was just as fierce as she was and her mate wasn’t anyone she wanted to meet in an alley.
And that Voyager! She would show him. Anger bubbled through her veins as she got up. He was right about the table though, it was filthy. She brushed herself off, finger combing her hair as much as possible.
“You!” she walked over to him poking her finger into his hard chest. “How dare you call me an unfit mother? I
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