Dragon Awakened by Jaime Rush Page B

hand back. “What did you do to me?” She ran to the desk and patted the place where the creature sat. Nothing.
    â€œI lifted the Veil so that, through me, you could see the Hidden. It’s all here; you just can’t see, as I explained.” He ran his hand down her arm, twining his fingers with hers, and stretched her hand toward the empty space. Except it wasn’t empty, because she felt the skinny arm of the creature. Parchment skin, short, coarse hairs. “Now you can feel it.”
    He released her, and she pulled her hand back. She stared at her tingling fingers as she rubbed them together, then at the desk. “It’s still there, right this second?”
    â€œAllander, light the candle…please. They don’t speak, but they insist on respect. It’s not always reciprocated, but Allander has been with me for many years. We have an understanding.” He nodded for her to look at the candle, because her attention was riveted on him. The flame came to life.
    He leaned back against the edge of the desk. “Have you ever seen something in the corner of your eye, only to look and find nothing there? Or heard a sound somewhere in your home but couldn’t find the source? How about the ubiquitous missing sock or keys that aren’t where you left them?”
    He tilted his head toward the invisible being. “Elementals, usually. They’re in the non-physical plane all over the world, but we can see and touch them because of our own otherworldly essence. Some are mischievous, others a nuisance, and a few dangerous. A lot of what’s considered poltergeist activity is either their doing, demons, or Deuces.”
    Something in the corner of her eye? “Sometimes I see shadows move among the parts in my resto yard, but I can never find what causes them.” No, no, no, this couldn’t be real. She focused on his last word, remembering it from Mon’s stories. “Deuces who make orbs?”
    â€œMost can make orbs of some kind, some more deadly than others. I need to find out if there’s a select group of Deuces who can make the kind of orb you saw. That will help us narrow down who could have sent it, at least a little.”
    â€œ Us ?”
    â€œYou and I have a lot of work to do before someone comes after you again.”
    â€œLike hell I’m working, or doing anything else, with you. I need fresh air.” She grabbed at the candle, snuffing out the flame and sniffing the black wax. “You’ve got some kind of hallucinogenic substance in here. Or somewhere.”
    â€œThose weren’t hallucinations, Ruby.”
    â€œStop saying my name like…that.” She reached for the door, amazed when she turned the knob and stepped into the hallway without his hand clamping onto her. She didn’t dare look back. Everything he’d told her, everything she’d seen, bounced around in her head like a hundred rubber balls.
    Glesenda watched her stalk past with a puzzled expression. Outside, sunlight beckoned, and people walked past the studio, nice, normal people.
    Don’t turn around. Just keep going.
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    Cyn watched the girl walk so fast down the sidewalk that her ass swished provocatively back and forth. He had sensed Ruby, or at least sensed the presence of an unknown Crescent, in his studio. That she’d ducked out of sight when he looked up fired his instincts. He’d followed her scent to his office. Her accusation about Moncrief’s murder shocked the hell out of him. He pulled on the shirt he’d grabbed in his office and slid into his shoes.
    Glesenda followed his gaze. “Who is she? There was something odd about her. I thought I saw a flicker in her eyes, and then it wasn’t there. I was about to mention the Dragon training room but stopped myself.” The flame in her eyes danced. “If she’s a troublemaker, I can take care of her.”
    He shot her a derisive look. “Pull