Blue Abyss: Timewalker Chronicles, Book 3 (The Timewalker Chronicles) by Michele Callahan
Authors: Michele Callahan
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he’d died because she wasn’t smart enough to figure out a way to save him.
Celestina folded her hands in front of her and a tear tracked down her cheek, seeming to confirm Mari’s worst nightmare. The ship belongs to the Immortals that founded my world. I am not sure how the warrior in stasis acquired such a vessel or how he arrived in this time, but he did. I do not know who Raiden is or why he is here. I know from the vision I had of your death in the cave, that he is a forbidden son of the Queen’s lineage. He has Immortal blood. The enemy who fired upon the ship circles Earth even as we speak, disrupting your timelines and killing millions of people. I have begun to suspect…
What?
Celestine smiled, and the tilt of her lips, the look in her eyes, was one of the saddest things Mari had ever seen. Bone-deep pain left a scar no smile could completely mask. I do not know. They are hunting. Could be a soul, could be an artifact. Our ship followed them here through a wormhole after the last battle, but we were not well prepared and they escaped us.
And what does this have to do with me?
You are the only one who can save him. I don’t know why the Triscani want him, but they are pure evil. We must stop the Triscani here or the Immortals will send their soldiers and destroy Earth to protect their own realm.
Is this a dream? Mari looked around the ship, at the advanced technology, at the woman who stood so calmly before her talking about Earth’s annihilation.
No, Marina. They killed you and your friend. They killed Raiden. The time for dreams is over.
She’d led a Navy S.E.A.L. into the lion’s den like a baby and cost him his life. And Raiden? Mari tried not to think too hard about the hornets’ nest stirring in her chest when she thought of Raiden, of his strong hands and seductive kiss. Dead.
The gorgeous man who’d both tantalized and terrorized her, who’d haunted her dreams for two years, was already dead. And it was her fault. She’d left him there to die. He’d been awakened and abandoned, left to perish with no one to aid him after she’d been stabbed through the heart.
Why don’t you save Raiden?
Celestina shook her head. I am not a true healer. He is severely injured. It must be you. I do not know why, but I have seen it in my visions. You are the only one who has ever found that cave.
Mari recalled her dream and the slow pulse of the gorgeous man lying trapped there. She closed her eyes and blocked Celestina from her thoughts. She focused on remembering his face, his hair, the taste of his lips…
Despair gripped her with the icy talons of silence. For the first time in two years she felt nothing. He’s dead, Celestina. No one can save him now.
You can, and you will. Celestina smiled. We will send you back in time, to several hours before your death. You will do this. I’ve already seen it. As if that were the answer to all things.
Celestina turned around when a door opened and nodded to a very large, very scary warrior of mythological stature. It took no stretch of the imagination to envision him drawing a mighty broadsword and single-handedly destroying entire legions of faceless beings without even breaking a sweat.
Why don’t you just send him in to take care of it? Time travel on top of everything else? She really was losing it. But was it so difficult to reconcile with her existence these last two years? She’d dreamt about Raiden every night. Seen that cave. Died over and over, hundreds of times. What were those dreams if not their own form of time travel? They’d turned out to be prophetic at the very least. Precognition. That was what the psychology geeks called it when people claimed to have visions of the future.
I have other matters to attend. Baritone boy could speak to her inside her head, too? He continued, and Mari wished he hadn’t. You will go. You will destroy them, or you will die in truth. We will be unable to save you a second time.
Mari tensed, fought for
Celestina folded her hands in front of her and a tear tracked down her cheek, seeming to confirm Mari’s worst nightmare. The ship belongs to the Immortals that founded my world. I am not sure how the warrior in stasis acquired such a vessel or how he arrived in this time, but he did. I do not know who Raiden is or why he is here. I know from the vision I had of your death in the cave, that he is a forbidden son of the Queen’s lineage. He has Immortal blood. The enemy who fired upon the ship circles Earth even as we speak, disrupting your timelines and killing millions of people. I have begun to suspect…
What?
Celestine smiled, and the tilt of her lips, the look in her eyes, was one of the saddest things Mari had ever seen. Bone-deep pain left a scar no smile could completely mask. I do not know. They are hunting. Could be a soul, could be an artifact. Our ship followed them here through a wormhole after the last battle, but we were not well prepared and they escaped us.
And what does this have to do with me?
You are the only one who can save him. I don’t know why the Triscani want him, but they are pure evil. We must stop the Triscani here or the Immortals will send their soldiers and destroy Earth to protect their own realm.
Is this a dream? Mari looked around the ship, at the advanced technology, at the woman who stood so calmly before her talking about Earth’s annihilation.
No, Marina. They killed you and your friend. They killed Raiden. The time for dreams is over.
She’d led a Navy S.E.A.L. into the lion’s den like a baby and cost him his life. And Raiden? Mari tried not to think too hard about the hornets’ nest stirring in her chest when she thought of Raiden, of his strong hands and seductive kiss. Dead.
The gorgeous man who’d both tantalized and terrorized her, who’d haunted her dreams for two years, was already dead. And it was her fault. She’d left him there to die. He’d been awakened and abandoned, left to perish with no one to aid him after she’d been stabbed through the heart.
Why don’t you save Raiden?
Celestina shook her head. I am not a true healer. He is severely injured. It must be you. I do not know why, but I have seen it in my visions. You are the only one who has ever found that cave.
Mari recalled her dream and the slow pulse of the gorgeous man lying trapped there. She closed her eyes and blocked Celestina from her thoughts. She focused on remembering his face, his hair, the taste of his lips…
Despair gripped her with the icy talons of silence. For the first time in two years she felt nothing. He’s dead, Celestina. No one can save him now.
You can, and you will. Celestina smiled. We will send you back in time, to several hours before your death. You will do this. I’ve already seen it. As if that were the answer to all things.
Celestina turned around when a door opened and nodded to a very large, very scary warrior of mythological stature. It took no stretch of the imagination to envision him drawing a mighty broadsword and single-handedly destroying entire legions of faceless beings without even breaking a sweat.
Why don’t you just send him in to take care of it? Time travel on top of everything else? She really was losing it. But was it so difficult to reconcile with her existence these last two years? She’d dreamt about Raiden every night. Seen that cave. Died over and over, hundreds of times. What were those dreams if not their own form of time travel? They’d turned out to be prophetic at the very least. Precognition. That was what the psychology geeks called it when people claimed to have visions of the future.
I have other matters to attend. Baritone boy could speak to her inside her head, too? He continued, and Mari wished he hadn’t. You will go. You will destroy them, or you will die in truth. We will be unable to save you a second time.
Mari tensed, fought for
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