hurts me to see you like this and know that you ended up losing her after she told me she only wanted peace and to be with you. Do you want me to stay with you for a few days?” That would delay helping Tzader, but Evalle had bought him time to wait here for Brina’s return, which she knew was the only reason he refused to leave.
She could do no less for Quinn.
Quinn shook his head. “No, but I’ll go to Atlanta for only one week. No more.”
One week might not be enough time. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take to track down Storm, then I have to bring him here for any hope of finding Brina.”
“I’m sorry, Evalle, but I’m pushing the limits just to stay in Atlanta for a day, much less a week. I ... can’t control my anger, or my mind. I almost dove into Tzader’s head a moment ago to lash back at him.”
Her mouth fell open. “You would never–”
“Evidently I would, and I’m not proud of that. It may be our powers corrupting that’s causing it. I’m battling right now to keep from striking out at anyone and everyone. I don’t want you near me after today.” He walked away toward nothing, just ambling.
How could she leave two of the most powerful Beladors who were closer than brothers, or had been, to get through this without someone watching over both of them?
She needed to keep them safe from each other.
What would Quinn do once she left him in Atlanta in what was reported just an hour ago to be a hotbed of preternatural aggression right now?
The best way she could help was by tracking down Storm as soon as she could, which would soothe Tzader and free him up to run North America.
Once that happened, Evalle could then focus on Quinn.
Wouldn’t it be nice if Storm was waiting for her at his house?
Tzader’s voice came into her mind, sounding like a bad connection. Come ... castle now ... Brina .
Evalle took off at a run and put her body into overdrive to cross two hundred yards and reach the castle in seconds. She flew up the steps and through the entrance that two Belador guards held open for her.
No one was in the lobby.
She raced toward the sunroom where Brina had been before she vanished.
Please let there be a real person standing in place of that empty hologram.
Evalle sucked in air, winded as she neared the sunroom. She’d always packed more power than the average warrior due to her mixed blood, but even she had noticed a slight change in her power level with Brina gone.
What about the other gryphons? Tristan in particular.
Was the corrupted Belador power the only reason Tristan hadn’t been able to teleport out of Treoir?
“ Do not touch her!” Macha shouted and the entire castle shuddered.
Evalle slid to a stop at the door to the sunroom then walked in cautiously. Tzader, Macha and an old druid blocked Evalle’s view of all but the head of Brina’s translucent image.
Nope. Brina had not returned yet.
Tzader stared at the floor ... or was he looking at the bottom of the hologram?
The old druid in a dark green robe stood next to him, mumbling something in Gaelic, then said, “That canna happen.”
“How do you know?” Macha demanded, hair flicking wildly with her emotions. “That’s Noirre majik. Anything can happen. Just back away and do not touch that nasty majik again.”
The white-haired druid had a matching snowy beard that hung to the middle of his chest. A dark gray cap drooped off one side of his head, sort of an oversized, limp beret. He backed away and should have been bowing and speaking softly, trying to appease the goddess, not shouting, “We’re losin’ her. I had a vision. Just as I have told ya, this calls for someone who can wield black majik!”
“There will be no black majik ever brought in here again! Do you hear me?”
Evalle was pretty sure someone in another universe had heard Macha.
The druid’s robe whipped around his legs and he fisted his hand, shaking it at Macha. Was he powerful enough to do that and
She could do no less for Quinn.
Quinn shook his head. “No, but I’ll go to Atlanta for only one week. No more.”
One week might not be enough time. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take to track down Storm, then I have to bring him here for any hope of finding Brina.”
“I’m sorry, Evalle, but I’m pushing the limits just to stay in Atlanta for a day, much less a week. I ... can’t control my anger, or my mind. I almost dove into Tzader’s head a moment ago to lash back at him.”
Her mouth fell open. “You would never–”
“Evidently I would, and I’m not proud of that. It may be our powers corrupting that’s causing it. I’m battling right now to keep from striking out at anyone and everyone. I don’t want you near me after today.” He walked away toward nothing, just ambling.
How could she leave two of the most powerful Beladors who were closer than brothers, or had been, to get through this without someone watching over both of them?
She needed to keep them safe from each other.
What would Quinn do once she left him in Atlanta in what was reported just an hour ago to be a hotbed of preternatural aggression right now?
The best way she could help was by tracking down Storm as soon as she could, which would soothe Tzader and free him up to run North America.
Once that happened, Evalle could then focus on Quinn.
Wouldn’t it be nice if Storm was waiting for her at his house?
Tzader’s voice came into her mind, sounding like a bad connection. Come ... castle now ... Brina .
Evalle took off at a run and put her body into overdrive to cross two hundred yards and reach the castle in seconds. She flew up the steps and through the entrance that two Belador guards held open for her.
No one was in the lobby.
She raced toward the sunroom where Brina had been before she vanished.
Please let there be a real person standing in place of that empty hologram.
Evalle sucked in air, winded as she neared the sunroom. She’d always packed more power than the average warrior due to her mixed blood, but even she had noticed a slight change in her power level with Brina gone.
What about the other gryphons? Tristan in particular.
Was the corrupted Belador power the only reason Tristan hadn’t been able to teleport out of Treoir?
“ Do not touch her!” Macha shouted and the entire castle shuddered.
Evalle slid to a stop at the door to the sunroom then walked in cautiously. Tzader, Macha and an old druid blocked Evalle’s view of all but the head of Brina’s translucent image.
Nope. Brina had not returned yet.
Tzader stared at the floor ... or was he looking at the bottom of the hologram?
The old druid in a dark green robe stood next to him, mumbling something in Gaelic, then said, “That canna happen.”
“How do you know?” Macha demanded, hair flicking wildly with her emotions. “That’s Noirre majik. Anything can happen. Just back away and do not touch that nasty majik again.”
The white-haired druid had a matching snowy beard that hung to the middle of his chest. A dark gray cap drooped off one side of his head, sort of an oversized, limp beret. He backed away and should have been bowing and speaking softly, trying to appease the goddess, not shouting, “We’re losin’ her. I had a vision. Just as I have told ya, this calls for someone who can wield black majik!”
“There will be no black majik ever brought in here again! Do you hear me?”
Evalle was pretty sure someone in another universe had heard Macha.
The druid’s robe whipped around his legs and he fisted his hand, shaking it at Macha. Was he powerful enough to do that and
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