Dark Tremor (Mated by Magic #2) by Stella Marie Alden, Chantel Seabrook Page A

in.
    The blurry black and white photos hadn’t down her justice.
    He remembered her mother. Same blonde hair, same high forehead, and same sexy, sultry look. The kind of look that would make a strong man take what he wanted. And he had.
    After all these years of searching for what his seed had produced that night, she was right under his nose. The urge to laugh hysterically mixed with the need to break something.
    Never taking his eyes off the screen, he said to Eddie, still holding on the phone, “Get my car. We’re going to the site. And call whoever else was in on this fuckup. We’ll pick them up on the way.”
    Inside his walk-in closet, he tugged on a designer shirt and a pair of Dolce & Gabbana jeans. Quickly, he checked his appearance in the full-length mirror. Still trim and fit at sixty years of age.
    He set the alarm on his apartment and excited via the elevator to the garage.
    After twenty-odd years he’d found his daughter. She’d no doubt be stronger in talent then her mother. He blew out a deep breath and grinned.
    “Hello Mr. Luggerio. We’ve got your car coming.”
    Pedro? Or was that his brother, Peter, who interrupted his thoughts?  The two looked so alike dressed in crisp cotton uniforms.
    He followed the young man past a Volvo, a Maserati, and Yellow Cadillac to the pick-up area. While he waited, he planned.
    That little witch was going to come in very handy.
                 
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 11
     
    Every healthy body for miles around must’ve come to the rescue scene. Several guys in yellow hard hats stood by a bulldozer, drinking beer, and chatting. Two TV trucks with news crews worked to get the last shots, and even more cars were arriving up the road to see the show. Jace shook his head.
    One guy with a red cross on his white shirt tried to stop him when he ducked under the yellow tape. “You need to let me look you over.”
    “I’m fine,” Jace grumbled, searching the chaotic scene for Terra. The stupid cat hissed in his arms and scratched to get free. He glared down at the animal. “Not even a chance. You’re going in a cage as soon as I find one.”
    From twenty feet away, he spotted Josh and his sister-in-law, Nicole. Thank God.
    “You look like shit,” Josh said, breaking the distance and pulling Jace into a quick hug.
    “Feel like it too.” He handed his brother the cat. “Here, take care of this for me.”
    Josh raised an eyebrow.
    “Don’t ask,” Jace said, shaking his head, while continuing to scan the circus of activity. “Where is she?”
    “They took her to the medics.” Josh pointed across the sand toward a white van, red lights still rotating overhead.
    Terra laid out on a stretcher with an oxygen mask over her mouth, eyes still closed.
    Jace’s chest constricted when a scrawny, Native American man, pushed past one of the paramedics to get to her.
    What the fuck?
    Ignoring whatever his brother had been saying, Jace stormed towards the man who now leaned over Terra, one hand placed intimately on her chest, the other on her forehead.
    “What the hell are you doing?” Fire begged to come forth into his palm, but he tamped back the urge. Too public.
    The man glanced over his shoulder and sneered. “None of your business.”
    “She is my business. Step away, now .”
    The paramedic, who had been hovering nearby, skittered away, no doubt going to inform the authorities.
    “Back off. I’m healing her you arrogant prick. She’s got extreme energy burn.” The brown man with high cheek bones shut his eyes and concentrated.
    “You’re a healer?” Jace squinted at him, not ready to let go of the urge to burn him to a crisp.
    The man grunted.
    “Let me guess, Falcon?”
    A small smile played at the corner of his lips. “She talked about me, did she?”
    Jace glowered. “Yeah, she told me some interesting things about you. Like the fact you’re the only person who knows where her mine is. You better hope to hell you keep that little