being completely out of control during them, and the awful responsibility of such deadly content.
Goddammit.
Yet the vision was here. If this colony was in danger, especially since it seemed to be some kind of refuge for Seers, then she couldn’t just sit by and do nothing while death vampires went on a rampage.
But like hell she was going back into the future streams alone. She reached for Thorne’s hand and opened her eyes, glaring at him. “You’re coming with.”
He nodded.
“And I don’t care if it splits your head apart.”
But the damn warrior just smiled. “Oh, I think I can take it.”
She rolled her eyes, but closed them once more so that she could open her Seers window. She saw the ribbons spread out along the horizon, as was usually the case, but this time, perhaps because it was her choice to enter the future streams, there was no crashing of a vision, just the beauty that stretched on to both left and right forever.
She thought the thought, holding the young warrior’s image in the front of her mind. She had expected the line of ribbons to move, which always happened when searching for something or someone specific in the future streams. Instead, as though waiting for her, the young man’s ribbon rose, but this time she had control. She searched for the ribbon in a swift scan of power.
She found it, a deep green, like the forest in the early evening, the needles almost black but not quite. She reached for Thorne mentally at the same time and felt his presence. Are you with me? she sent.
Yes. And there he was, in her mind, and with her. Thorne had power, lots of it, if he could be in her mind like this so easily while she was engaging the future streams.
Can you see what I see?
Glowing lights and what looks like a mountain village.
Exactly. There isn’t an obvious source for electricity although there could be one.
I see what you mean. Most of that light comes from oil, but it doesn’t account for how well lit the house on the hill is.
Solar, maybe?
Maybe.
The future began to move in steady waves, and the images of the impending attack began to flow but not as fast this time. She heard Thorne’s harsh breathing as the death vampires moved through the forest.
She thought the thought and the vision shifted to the tall black man. His name came to her, Diallo, and the young man so much like Jean-Pierre but more youthful—not quite a man, but close. Arthur.
She felt time move over the vision.
Looks like we have ten minutes, Thorne sent, but I have no idea where this is. Do you?
Yes.
And will you take me there? I can feel your reluctance.
Reluctance doesn’t begin to describe what I feel. She sighed, a heavy rush of air that emptied her lungs.
But will you do it?
There was only one response involving one word, but she so didn’t want to bring that word to life. She hated that word. She wished she could drown that word in a bucket of worms. That word, more than any other she’d spoken during the evening, threatened her plans. She knew it in her gut, which was maybe why she felt so sick, dammit.
But she knew what had to be done, so she sent the horrible word straight into his head. Yes.
She shook the vision off and felt him pull out of her mind. She rose to her feet. “But I’m getting dressed first.” She went into the bathroom and folded on her black leather pants, a low-cut red tank, and her tight-fitting black leather jacket. Just for effect she added red-hot stilettos and long red-feather earrings with a silver heart and blackened skull and crossbones for good measure.
She headed back to the bathroom to fluff her drying hair and put on some makeup. If she had to go to the edge of a battlefield, she damn well wasn’t going without mascara, a lot of it. She thought about toning it down, but this freak-ass colony could just suck it if they didn’t like the way she dressed.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she saw Thorne, gasped, and did a full-body shiver. Holy shit.
Goddammit.
Yet the vision was here. If this colony was in danger, especially since it seemed to be some kind of refuge for Seers, then she couldn’t just sit by and do nothing while death vampires went on a rampage.
But like hell she was going back into the future streams alone. She reached for Thorne’s hand and opened her eyes, glaring at him. “You’re coming with.”
He nodded.
“And I don’t care if it splits your head apart.”
But the damn warrior just smiled. “Oh, I think I can take it.”
She rolled her eyes, but closed them once more so that she could open her Seers window. She saw the ribbons spread out along the horizon, as was usually the case, but this time, perhaps because it was her choice to enter the future streams, there was no crashing of a vision, just the beauty that stretched on to both left and right forever.
She thought the thought, holding the young warrior’s image in the front of her mind. She had expected the line of ribbons to move, which always happened when searching for something or someone specific in the future streams. Instead, as though waiting for her, the young man’s ribbon rose, but this time she had control. She searched for the ribbon in a swift scan of power.
She found it, a deep green, like the forest in the early evening, the needles almost black but not quite. She reached for Thorne mentally at the same time and felt his presence. Are you with me? she sent.
Yes. And there he was, in her mind, and with her. Thorne had power, lots of it, if he could be in her mind like this so easily while she was engaging the future streams.
Can you see what I see?
Glowing lights and what looks like a mountain village.
Exactly. There isn’t an obvious source for electricity although there could be one.
I see what you mean. Most of that light comes from oil, but it doesn’t account for how well lit the house on the hill is.
Solar, maybe?
Maybe.
The future began to move in steady waves, and the images of the impending attack began to flow but not as fast this time. She heard Thorne’s harsh breathing as the death vampires moved through the forest.
She thought the thought and the vision shifted to the tall black man. His name came to her, Diallo, and the young man so much like Jean-Pierre but more youthful—not quite a man, but close. Arthur.
She felt time move over the vision.
Looks like we have ten minutes, Thorne sent, but I have no idea where this is. Do you?
Yes.
And will you take me there? I can feel your reluctance.
Reluctance doesn’t begin to describe what I feel. She sighed, a heavy rush of air that emptied her lungs.
But will you do it?
There was only one response involving one word, but she so didn’t want to bring that word to life. She hated that word. She wished she could drown that word in a bucket of worms. That word, more than any other she’d spoken during the evening, threatened her plans. She knew it in her gut, which was maybe why she felt so sick, dammit.
But she knew what had to be done, so she sent the horrible word straight into his head. Yes.
She shook the vision off and felt him pull out of her mind. She rose to her feet. “But I’m getting dressed first.” She went into the bathroom and folded on her black leather pants, a low-cut red tank, and her tight-fitting black leather jacket. Just for effect she added red-hot stilettos and long red-feather earrings with a silver heart and blackened skull and crossbones for good measure.
She headed back to the bathroom to fluff her drying hair and put on some makeup. If she had to go to the edge of a battlefield, she damn well wasn’t going without mascara, a lot of it. She thought about toning it down, but this freak-ass colony could just suck it if they didn’t like the way she dressed.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she saw Thorne, gasped, and did a full-body shiver. Holy shit.
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