self
awareness and Voltaire will latch onto it and all this sneaking around will be
nothing but a huge waste of time. Just do what I told you and it’ll go fine.”
“Alright, I understand.” He folded his long legs and
placed his hands on his knees just as I had.
“Breathe in the smoke and let yourself go. Remember,
no shard of self can remain.” I kept my eyes on him.
“You are doing it again, Sweet.” He closed his eyes.
“What? What am I doing?”
“You can not push me with your assurances one moment
then act as if I am made of nothing more than pride and stupidity the next. I
am not a child. Now,” he nudged me with his foot, “relax, Grace. Free your
mind, I will follow.”
I sighed. He was right, that was exactly what I was
doing. I spared him one last glance. He inhaled the smoke and coughed. I
laughed and then closed my mouth when he opened one eye and frowned at me.
After only a few moments, Seth’s powerful essence
surrounded me, filling me with his strength and the comfort of his blood, our blood. I let go of the last shard of my physical being and together we sent out
our collective consciousness. We were no more than invisible threads,
searching, and feeling, seeing with our minds.
I gloried in the feeling of winding throughout the
desert over homes, inside buildings and out into the city. We crossed dozens of
miles with a single thought. And then finally after searching deep into the
pits of downtown we were able to find what we were looking for.
The room was dark and musty. I sensed my blood a mere
second before Seth did. His awareness rippled through mine and I tried to
project calm. My mind filled with his rage causing my essence to waver for a
moment. I gathered myself and tried to strengthen my mind, cursing the loss of
my physical body. He really needed a kick in the ass.
“Who’s there?” a weak voice spoke from deep within
the gloom of the room.
Startled, I searched the room until I came upon a
figure chained to the wall. She was filthy and clearly hurting. I looked at her
haggard face. Her shaggy blonde hair was a rats’ nest of tangles, her body was
thin, and a sickly pale color.
Energy sang through my being as I realized that this
was her! This was the woman from my vision.
She was here?
I was instantly on guard. I spread my mind out among
the surrounding area. I knew the wolves were close, I could sense them.
When I found Patrick and his pack, I felt like a
complete idiot. Club Seachain an Madra. I should have known .
I scanned the wolves mixed throughout the growing
crowd of human clientele. This had to be their den. Excitement filled me
as a plan began to grow.
***
Light filled my vision and I coughed, sucking in
great gulps of air. I was on the floor, my legs tangled with Seth’s. I rolled
onto my side and sat up. Seth stood in a swift, fluid motion. He smoothed his
rumpled clothing and then pulled his wild hair back from his face.
I continued to grapple with my breathing as I
organized my thoughts. “Voltaire wasn’t there,” I panted as I pulled myself to
my feet. “But he has to be near. Damn! Where the hell does he go?” I approached
Seth. His shoulders stiffened when I touched him and I snapped my hand back.
“What’s wrong?” I folded my arms, waiting to discover
what had pissed him off this time.
He turned and sneered angrily at me. “Tell me, Sweet,”
he spoke through his teeth, “Who was that woman and why the fuck are you
still hiding things from me?” He turned and stalked to the chair by my window.
Sitting, he propped his ankle on his knee and folded his arms. He was so sexy
when he was pissed . Hell, he was sexy when he wasn’t pissed.
I sat down on my bed and looked at him. I knew that
holding anything back at this point was counterproductive. I just didn’t know
how to tell him that in both of my visions he pretty much dies a horrible,
bloody death. I sighed and flopped backward onto my bed so I could look at the
ceiling. I
awareness and Voltaire will latch onto it and all this sneaking around will be
nothing but a huge waste of time. Just do what I told you and it’ll go fine.”
“Alright, I understand.” He folded his long legs and
placed his hands on his knees just as I had.
“Breathe in the smoke and let yourself go. Remember,
no shard of self can remain.” I kept my eyes on him.
“You are doing it again, Sweet.” He closed his eyes.
“What? What am I doing?”
“You can not push me with your assurances one moment
then act as if I am made of nothing more than pride and stupidity the next. I
am not a child. Now,” he nudged me with his foot, “relax, Grace. Free your
mind, I will follow.”
I sighed. He was right, that was exactly what I was
doing. I spared him one last glance. He inhaled the smoke and coughed. I
laughed and then closed my mouth when he opened one eye and frowned at me.
After only a few moments, Seth’s powerful essence
surrounded me, filling me with his strength and the comfort of his blood, our blood. I let go of the last shard of my physical being and together we sent out
our collective consciousness. We were no more than invisible threads,
searching, and feeling, seeing with our minds.
I gloried in the feeling of winding throughout the
desert over homes, inside buildings and out into the city. We crossed dozens of
miles with a single thought. And then finally after searching deep into the
pits of downtown we were able to find what we were looking for.
The room was dark and musty. I sensed my blood a mere
second before Seth did. His awareness rippled through mine and I tried to
project calm. My mind filled with his rage causing my essence to waver for a
moment. I gathered myself and tried to strengthen my mind, cursing the loss of
my physical body. He really needed a kick in the ass.
“Who’s there?” a weak voice spoke from deep within
the gloom of the room.
Startled, I searched the room until I came upon a
figure chained to the wall. She was filthy and clearly hurting. I looked at her
haggard face. Her shaggy blonde hair was a rats’ nest of tangles, her body was
thin, and a sickly pale color.
Energy sang through my being as I realized that this
was her! This was the woman from my vision.
She was here?
I was instantly on guard. I spread my mind out among
the surrounding area. I knew the wolves were close, I could sense them.
When I found Patrick and his pack, I felt like a
complete idiot. Club Seachain an Madra. I should have known .
I scanned the wolves mixed throughout the growing
crowd of human clientele. This had to be their den. Excitement filled me
as a plan began to grow.
***
Light filled my vision and I coughed, sucking in
great gulps of air. I was on the floor, my legs tangled with Seth’s. I rolled
onto my side and sat up. Seth stood in a swift, fluid motion. He smoothed his
rumpled clothing and then pulled his wild hair back from his face.
I continued to grapple with my breathing as I
organized my thoughts. “Voltaire wasn’t there,” I panted as I pulled myself to
my feet. “But he has to be near. Damn! Where the hell does he go?” I approached
Seth. His shoulders stiffened when I touched him and I snapped my hand back.
“What’s wrong?” I folded my arms, waiting to discover
what had pissed him off this time.
He turned and sneered angrily at me. “Tell me, Sweet,”
he spoke through his teeth, “Who was that woman and why the fuck are you
still hiding things from me?” He turned and stalked to the chair by my window.
Sitting, he propped his ankle on his knee and folded his arms. He was so sexy
when he was pissed . Hell, he was sexy when he wasn’t pissed.
I sat down on my bed and looked at him. I knew that
holding anything back at this point was counterproductive. I just didn’t know
how to tell him that in both of my visions he pretty much dies a horrible,
bloody death. I sighed and flopped backward onto my bed so I could look at the
ceiling. I
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