She was thinking about it. Seriously considering it. I should be overjoyed, but part of me wanted to wrap her up and keep her all to myself. She still might be just mine. She might not be able to touch the others. I blew out a breath. It doesn't matter. Not yet anyway. We had to keep her safe. From her parents, from whoever contacted her. From fucking OTIS. Wrapping her up and stealing her away was sounding better and better."Taryk and Atlas sent some pictures a couple nights ago," Saint said. "They're still in negotiations with the museum about the book. The parts they sent over, those are illuminated leaves from the late 1100s to early 1200s. Three pictures from the bestiary section and seven pages from the scientific section. I'll send the pages over so you can look at them." He hit a couple of buttons on his computer. Within moments, the files popped up on our screen. "Got em.""According to Taryk and Atlas, The Lost Ones is one of the earliest books ever discovered. Th
"I'll start digging into the Apollo, Inc. files. According to their homepage, they've been in business since the mid-1960s," Xander said and left the screen again."I think we should work under the assumption that OTIS reached out to Kiema," Saint said. "It seems to fit the most pieces of the puzzle with the least effort."I nodded as Ransom agreed from behind me."We're going to need the specifics of the plan they hashed out with you, Kiema," Ransom said. Saint and Asher nodded. "We should wait for Taryk for that though. He's our security chief," Saint added for my benefit."Got it. That's fine with me. My brain is really full right now. I might go lay down, if that's okay with all of you." I looked at the two men on the screen, got their nods. Ransom squeezed my shoulders. "Of course, angel. Go take a break. I'll come get you if something new comes up."I tilted my head, kissed his fingers. "Thank you so much, guys. Ransom's lucky to have such wonderful people in h
The erection that had been pushing against Kiema's hip lost a little steam. For a number of reasons. Not the least of which was the idea that she wanted to take on her parents, and maybe even OTIS. From the set of her chin, she'd do it without anyone's help, too. "Angel, that's going to be quite the project," I said. "I know," she nodded. "But I figure with all of your help, I'll be able to help them. I can't let my parents be part of treating anyone the way they've treated me, Ransom. I just can't. That's working under the most positive assumption they're being treated even that well." She looked up at me, her pale gray eyes stark and fierce. I wanted to throw her on the counter and bury myself inside her. Right here. Right now. No matter the witnesses. For all her hesitation, she might not mind the witnesses either. "We can add her parents to the work we're already doing, Ransom," Asher said. Kiema flipped around to look at the screen. Asher shot her a wink. I fe
A heavy pounding filtered through the weight of sleep. I batted at the sound, snarled, before pushing my head under the pillow. Go away.More pounding. "Ms. Feuer! This is Dallas with the front gate. Ms. Feuer!" I threw my pillow across the room. Got to my hands and knees. "You have unauthorized visitors. Ms. Feuer!""Shit, shit, shit." I bounded from the bed, awake enough to grab a discarded sheet from the floor on my dash to the front door. "Ki?" Ransom yelled from his shower."The guys are here," I yelled back. I slid the last foot to the door, the sheet caught under my feet. Slamming into the solid wooden door, I had to take a minute to steady myself. "Wait!" Ransom yelled. I wasn't going to leave them out there. I checked through the peephole to make sure it was the front gate guard first. I wasn't stupid.The guard rolled his eyes, muttered something under his breath, and raised a fist into the air. I pulled the door open before the guard could
I didn't have time to explain the rules! It was my first thought landing in the spiritual landscape of Asher's body. Unlike the colors of the rainbow that I'd experienced in Ransom's, Asher's were predominantly browns, greens, and golds. It reminded me of the forest that sat just beyond the perimeter of the cabin. While I didn't really understand what was happening in his body from a medical perspective, I could see the pieces of his spirit that were at war. The gray and the earth tones were fighting in a swirl of chaos. The pulsating fiber of black was threaded through each earth tone. Almost as if it were the origin of the colors. I grabbed one piece of the black fiber and willed my spirit to find the beginning of it. The black thread threw me off. I felt like I was kicked in the guts and then run over with a semi truck. I bounced off the edges of Asher's body. I can make the pain stop, I whispered. The war of colors stilled almost as if his spirit could hear and under
"You stupid fucking idiot," I yelled at Asher as Kiema went completely still. Shoving the guys out of the way, I smashed Asher's face to Kiema's. "Don't you fucking move," I growled at my friend. "What the fuck is going on with her?" Saint asked, his brow furrowed."We have to move them, together, to the nearest bathroom. They can't separate until she's back in her own body." Her body was stiff as a board and just as cold. Wrapping Asher and Kiema in my arms I started walking backwards into the living room. "Taryk, find me the nearest bathroom. It's going to be off to the left somewhere. Not the first door on the right though. That one's got the specimen.Taryk sidled past our small group. "Door," I said, not caring who got it.It slammed closed behind me."This way," Taryk called. "Third door on the left down the far left hallway.""What's happening?" Dr. Atlas asked, rushing behind me. "She's been sucked into Asher's magical spiritual plane thing. It's
All eyes turned to me. I could feel my protective shell coming around me, but I was unable to stop it. My spine straightened; my hands folded at my waist. I even tried to tuck the sheet around me more firmly. "I'm going to go put some clothes on. Excuse me." I stood and strode to my rooms, head held high. My stomach twisted itself into knots. As soon as I closed the door behind myself, I dropped the sheet and raced to my closet. I threw on stretchy pants, an oversized sweatshirt, and some socks. I didn't bother with any undergarments. The heavy silence as I returned to the living room let me know that I'd been the topic of discussion. Asher had moved from the mattress to a chair. The guys were sitting in the chairs in a loose circle around the mattress."I feel like I'm about to be chastised by a tribunal," I called from the door of my rooms. "Is there another chair for me?"Six butts rocketed into the air; six men offered their chairs. I sighed. "You're all too sweet. I d
Everyone but Taryk sat around like idiots staring after the woman who'd just healed another of our ranks, chucked up a magical ball, and walked away like it was a normal Tuesday afternoon.Five faces swung to look at me. I shrugged."I didn't even get to take her temperature," Atlas said stupidly, staring at the trashcan in his hands.I burst out laughing. I'd told her to be herself. She'd done exactly that."Do you feel any different?" Asher asked Atlas.Atlas' gaze turned inward. "My stomach doesn't hurt; my lungs aren't heavy." He took the stethoscope from around his neck, fitted it to his ears, and listened to his heart. "My heart murmur is gone." He looked up, awe on his face. "Right? My legs aren't in agony. My arms feel like I could lift a million pounds and not feel the strain." Asher did a couple of bicep curls. I looked at Xander, Saint, and Taryk. Hints of jealousy darkened the happiness in their expressions. "RANSOM!" Kiema's shout pulled all of our at