"Again!" I punched my gloved hands together, lifted them to guard my face. Taryk and Atlas had been silent since telling us they were headed back here. The waiting was driving me insane. If I'd still had wings, I would've gone after her myself. Not been stuck in here, no matter what Kiema said. She was mine. I should've been the one to go get her. To save her from the horrors since she'd been taken from the cabin.Saint rushed me, his gloved hands up and ready. I stepped out of the way. His fist glanced off my ribs.I had a longer reach, but Saint was faster than a demon. He slid to the side as I returned the blow. The edge of my glove brushed against the end of his nose. He raised his knee, slammed it into my side. I inhaled the pain with a grunt. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him bouncing on his feet. He didn't go for the kill shot. The bastard.I bit back the begging I'd been sending to Gaia every night since Kiema had been gone. I needed the escape. I needed
I pushed through the doors to our lab. Everyone else was already here. Damn it. A small group of developers were standing around, watching the action play out behind the glass walls. "T here yet?" I asked them. The group jumped, almost in sync. "I heard Xander say less than a mile," one of the nanite techs said.I nodded, pushed through the glass doors to the infirmary. The nurses and medical staff were running around like chickens with their heads cut off as Atlas barked orders over the phone line. Sidling up next to Xander, I waited. Hands jammed into the pockets of my grease-covered jeans, I bounced up and down. Nerves, stress, and anxiety had made me a bitch of a mess lately. The bay doors began cranking open. Ransom, Saint, Xander, and I all stood up, moved to the doors. Almost like a barricade. We were her shelter. The only one she'd ever had. Or would ever need.The huge black military vehicle screeched to a stop just inside the bay doors. The back doors we
It felt like someone was running sandpaper through my veins. I whimpered against the pain. Everything hurt.A low voice next to my ear was murmuring, the tone low and soft. I turned my head, wanting more of that sweet music. With a fight, I raised my lids a fraction. Bright light surrounded me, stabbing me through the eye straight into my brain. I snapped my lids closed, turned away. That low sonorous voice grew harsh as it barked commands. Soon, darkness descended behind my lids as a cool mist fluttered into the air around me. Like being dipped in a cool pool after too long in the sun, I could feel my skin soaking up the moisture. I relaxed down onto the uncomfortable bench, letting my muscles lengthen as much as possible. "That's the way, love. Let the eggheads do their work," Lukas said. His accent and slang making me smile. "You can take your hands off her now. And no, that wasn't a suggestion," someone said from above me, voice harsh and tight. "I'm not leaving un
I gritted my teeth as Kiema's eyes slid closed once again. I needed to see her, feel her, hold her myself. To know that my mate would be okay. I clenched my fists at my side. Ransom was curled above her, scenting her, touching her. As the machines hooked up to Kiema settled into a steady, normal rhythm, Ransom reached out and collared the tall red headed man who was attempting to get away. Pushing the stranger in front of him, Ransom indicated for all of us to leave the room. "Just outside the doors, Saint. We'll keep an eye on her."I pushed the need to get in his face, to stake my claim on her, to the back of my mind. She wasn't only mine. I ground my teeth together so hard a spear of pain slid from my jaw to my temple. Ransom released the intruder. "Explain yourself Lukas. And fast.""Wait. This is Lukas?" Xander asked. Ransom nodded. Without so much as another breath, Xander laid into Lukas like he was a championship fighter in the ring. All of us stood around
I rushed back into the room that held Lukas. Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I yanked him to follow me. He groaned as he clutched at his stomach. Stumbling behind me, I half carried him out to the hallway."Touch him." I pointed at Asher's bear. Lukas leaned down, another pained groan flowing from his mouth, and touched Asher without another word. Awful rips and groans, tears and screams emerged from my rapidly changing brother. Xander woke at the first tearing sound. He pushed back as far as possible, a horrified look on his face. "What the fuck is happening to Asher?""I think Saint has some questions for him that he didn't want to wait for answers over the implant," Taryk said, a hint of a chuckle in his voice. I snarled at the man behind me. Asher lay naked, panting and retching on the cold concrete floor of the lab. "The fuck, Saint?" he said between dry heaves."Explain yourself, Asher." I could feel myself going cold. That place inside me that held not my
Oh, there was green everywhere, but it was Saint, not the landscape. His dark brown eyes were a shimmering yellow green gold in here. The dark brown was still evident, but nearer the center surrounding the pupils. The shape of his eye was still the round, almond shape I was familiar with. The pupil, though...that was elongated.Saint laughed, the sound big enough to rattle my bones. "I'm not a dragon in here, honey. Are you sure you're feeling okay?""I'm feeling great, Saint. Why do you ask?"One of his reptilian eyes squinted at me. "Because you look like some kind of spirit goddess of old. Your hair is a rainbow of colors until it darkens into black at the ends. And let's not forget, you think I'm a dragon."I looked down at myself. Just regular old Kiema, golden bronze skin, black hair. I looked back up at him. He towered over me in his dragon form. "You're saying I don't look how you remember me?"He shook his head, the movement of his new snout caused a breeze to shi
"How long have they been like this?" I snapped at Lukas. "At least twenty minutes. I thought he'd let go." He held his hands up in defense. "I put my hands back on both of them. Nothing was happening, so I took my hands off." He dusted them twice, raised them in the air. "Atlas. We've got a situation," I called down the mental line. "What's wrong, Ransom? We're brainstorming how to get Kiema's magic back." He sounded pissed as he pushed through the doors to the infirmary. "I came in after I saw Lukas acting weird. Turns out Saint touched her without Lukas nulling her magic.""Fuck." He rushed to the far side of the exam table. Pushing Lukas out of the way, he read the printout of the machine hooked up to Kiema. "Wait." I looked up. Atlas' brow was scrunched. "What's wrong?""Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She should be awake. All of her vitals are normal, her temperature. Her O2 count. Her skin and lips look full and plump." He reached out. "Wait." Lukas jumped forw
"What can we do to help, Atlas?" I asked. The fear that wanted to push through my skin was held back by the thinnest wall of willpower. I couldn't lose her, not without her unleashing my magic. "We need an open clear space that's sheltered. I was going to use our first floor, but if the Kolefnis are here, that's not going to work." Atlas pinched the bridge of his nose. "There's another empty warehouse about a block down. They have at least thirty-foot ceilings," Xander said. Atlas nodded. "Yes. Now. Lead the way, Xan."Xander pushed by me. He looked towards our building, waited a couple seconds, then began to move up the street to the north. "How'd you find this building, Xan?" I asked as I helped steer the exam table. The divots and seams in the concrete were playing hell with the casters."Just wandering around one night." I nodded. Xander's nocturnal activities didn't faze me anymore. He was an adult."Fuck this thing is loud. I hope Ransom can keep his paren