wrong?
Backing away, a dozen possible destinations raced through her head. Only escape remained a constant. Desire was a human weakness, and she couldn’t allow them to have power over her—no matter the strength their shifting ability gave them. They couldn’t outrun her through time.
Her vision blurred and then cleared. Maybe they’d poisoned her with jerky. She hadn’t witnessed either man eating any of the dried meat. “What did you do to me?”
She stumbled, reaching for the wall as the floor tilted beneath her feet. Muffled sounds suggested John or Tanner was responding to her question, but she couldn’t discern any words.
Her rubbery legs gave out, and she prepared to collapse on the wavering carpet. The floor came up to meet her, and suddenly she landed on a pillowy surface, its welcoming softness dragging her deeper.
This is how it ends? You are safe from the Black Triad’s evil for a time, fragile world.
* * * *
Hesitant to invade Sarah’s personal space, Tanner missed his opportunity to carry her to the bed when John hauled her falling body into his arms. Tanner could only guess she’d crumpled from exhaustion. The stress of time jumping, learning she wasn’t really an elder of the Triad, and being tracked by John and him had to have sapped her energy.
John settled her head on the pillows as he laid her on the bed. His frustration carried to Tanner through their connection. “She thinks we did this to her. Damn, we have our work cut out for us. I thought she’d at least give us a chance when we pledged ourselves to her.”
Her skirt hiked up, showing off a good portion of her shapely thighs, and Tanner forced his gaze higher to keep his dick under control. “Do you think knowing she isn’t an elder has something to do with what happened? I mean, she probably expects to have less strength as the witch she is. Maybe it’s messing with her mind.”
“That could be part of the problem.” Folding the covers over her, John sat down beside her. “I’m wondering if we should take her to a safe place until she recovers. We’re sitting ducks if he decides to send his followers to find her.”
They were on the same wavelength as usual. Even omitting the name of the place and the identity of “he,” Tanner had no trouble knowing exactly where and who John referred to. “Let’s do it. She could sleep for two hours or two days, and I’d rather not risk detection.”
Grabbing the luggage from the floor, he positioned the two bags in a line with the suitcase on the end of the bed, their edges touching. Then he scanned the motel room for any evidence of their presence. Not seeing anything else, he placed the key on the nightstand and lay down next to Sarah while John mirrored the action.
Linking his fingers with hers, Tanner rested his feet against the bag at the end of the bed and reached over his mate. “Ready?”
John huffed out a noisy breath and extended his outer arm across Sarah. He was clearly as tired of zipping through time and space as Tanner. “Yeah.”
With their forearms locked together, he and John wove their thoughts into a single spell.
Through time and space, our trio travels,
Into the lair, where truth unravels,
Bringing peace to careworn souls
And giving shelter beneath the boles.
Blessed be and harm to none.
Goddess, let your will be done.
A loud bang assured Tanner they’d made the right decision—in the nick of time. The outer door burst inward as they were sucked headfirst into the tunnel the spell had formed. Guttural voices followed them, even when the passageway closed behind them. Tightening his grip on Sarah, he tried to streamline their shape into an arrow by tucking his head against her shoulder. John’s shared thoughts informed Tanner he’d done the same.
Each zig and zag made his stomach pitch, but they didn’t dare slow the pace. Someone—or something —was close on their trail, and he and John needed as many extra
Backing away, a dozen possible destinations raced through her head. Only escape remained a constant. Desire was a human weakness, and she couldn’t allow them to have power over her—no matter the strength their shifting ability gave them. They couldn’t outrun her through time.
Her vision blurred and then cleared. Maybe they’d poisoned her with jerky. She hadn’t witnessed either man eating any of the dried meat. “What did you do to me?”
She stumbled, reaching for the wall as the floor tilted beneath her feet. Muffled sounds suggested John or Tanner was responding to her question, but she couldn’t discern any words.
Her rubbery legs gave out, and she prepared to collapse on the wavering carpet. The floor came up to meet her, and suddenly she landed on a pillowy surface, its welcoming softness dragging her deeper.
This is how it ends? You are safe from the Black Triad’s evil for a time, fragile world.
* * * *
Hesitant to invade Sarah’s personal space, Tanner missed his opportunity to carry her to the bed when John hauled her falling body into his arms. Tanner could only guess she’d crumpled from exhaustion. The stress of time jumping, learning she wasn’t really an elder of the Triad, and being tracked by John and him had to have sapped her energy.
John settled her head on the pillows as he laid her on the bed. His frustration carried to Tanner through their connection. “She thinks we did this to her. Damn, we have our work cut out for us. I thought she’d at least give us a chance when we pledged ourselves to her.”
Her skirt hiked up, showing off a good portion of her shapely thighs, and Tanner forced his gaze higher to keep his dick under control. “Do you think knowing she isn’t an elder has something to do with what happened? I mean, she probably expects to have less strength as the witch she is. Maybe it’s messing with her mind.”
“That could be part of the problem.” Folding the covers over her, John sat down beside her. “I’m wondering if we should take her to a safe place until she recovers. We’re sitting ducks if he decides to send his followers to find her.”
They were on the same wavelength as usual. Even omitting the name of the place and the identity of “he,” Tanner had no trouble knowing exactly where and who John referred to. “Let’s do it. She could sleep for two hours or two days, and I’d rather not risk detection.”
Grabbing the luggage from the floor, he positioned the two bags in a line with the suitcase on the end of the bed, their edges touching. Then he scanned the motel room for any evidence of their presence. Not seeing anything else, he placed the key on the nightstand and lay down next to Sarah while John mirrored the action.
Linking his fingers with hers, Tanner rested his feet against the bag at the end of the bed and reached over his mate. “Ready?”
John huffed out a noisy breath and extended his outer arm across Sarah. He was clearly as tired of zipping through time and space as Tanner. “Yeah.”
With their forearms locked together, he and John wove their thoughts into a single spell.
Through time and space, our trio travels,
Into the lair, where truth unravels,
Bringing peace to careworn souls
And giving shelter beneath the boles.
Blessed be and harm to none.
Goddess, let your will be done.
A loud bang assured Tanner they’d made the right decision—in the nick of time. The outer door burst inward as they were sucked headfirst into the tunnel the spell had formed. Guttural voices followed them, even when the passageway closed behind them. Tightening his grip on Sarah, he tried to streamline their shape into an arrow by tucking his head against her shoulder. John’s shared thoughts informed Tanner he’d done the same.
Each zig and zag made his stomach pitch, but they didn’t dare slow the pace. Someone—or something —was close on their trail, and he and John needed as many extra
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