property. On the ground, police began to emerge from the bush surrounding the clearing to converge on the crowd.
When Kyle’s attention was drawn back to the anomalous mist, it was gone. The young woman was gripping her belly in pain and as she pushed her partner away, Kyle willed himself closer.
‘Go,’ she urged. ‘If they get their hands on you, they will lock you up and throw away the key … never mind if you’re guilty or not.’
‘Not like this, Alex. Not now!’ he argued, referring to her contractions. ‘You need me at the birth. I’m getting you to a hospital.’
Alex, suppressing her own pain, grabbed hold of his shirt to insist. ‘We need you free! You’re no good to anyone rotting in jail.’ She kissed him and thrust him away. ‘Now go!’
A couple of the men grabbed the reluctant male and hurried him off towards the water, gagging the fellow to silence his protests.
Others of the group gathered around the pregnant woman to comfort and aid her, until they were all overpowered by the police and carted away.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’ the policeman wondered of the heavily pregnant woman, who did not really look as though she belonged to the clan. ‘A woman in your condition would be far better off at home.’
‘This is my home,’ she told him defiantly.
‘Well, Nivok Industries disagrees with you.’ He dragged her to her feet. ‘Save it for the judge.’
Kyle had never, in living memory, so strongly wanted to accompany someone, and yet he felt himself being drawn back to his dream weavers. He resisted their summons, straining with all his will, but it was no use: Kyle was forced to turn.
It was a beautiful black-haired, dark-skinned nymph in front of Kyle now. Her blazing green eyes glared at him sternly as she gripped his jaw firmly in one hand. What sea creature had this mermaid been associated with? He couldn’t recall.
Her kiss was paralysing, and Kyle completely lost control over his body. Darkness descended as he drifted to the sea floor and buried himself in the sand.
The stingray, Kyle concluded, as he warily awaited her vision. What kind of tragedy can she conjure up for my viewing horror?
James Nivok’s office was not exactly where Kyle had expected to find himself.
He was alarmed to see Zoe being confronted by her uncle, who was very angry with her.
‘Why was he in here?’ Nivok demanded to know. ‘You’ve got an apartment if you want to play with your boyfriends.’ He cocked an eyebrow in suspicion. ‘Are you covering for him?’
‘Please, uncle … I told you,’ she appealed to him, obviously unaccustomed to seeing her uncle so riled. ‘He said he had to clean —’
Nivok’s patience snapped. He cut her explanation short with a sharp slap to her cheek, which was hard enough to tip Zoe off balance.
Kyle wanted to intervene, but he was rooted to the spot, forced to witness the consequences of the trouble he’d caused. Your uncle isn’t going to punish you for tonight’s little episode. You don’t even know the meaning of the word punishment. His cruel words to Zoe came back to haunt him and his heart began to ache. He’d never before felt deep remorse for his actions, and it hurt … a lot.
Zoe held her hand to her face, shocked. She turned her eyes, now full of contempt, back to her uncle and regarded him as if he were a stranger.
It seemed that even James Nivok was surprised by his harsh reaction and apparently stricken with guilt. His anger fled and he moved to reassure his niece. ‘I’ve been under so much stress and now I’m taking it out on you.’ He placed an arm about her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. ‘I’ve never before struck you. Please forgive me.’
Zoe was in shock for a moment. The only person she had ever really trusted, the one mainstay in her life, had just turned on her. Now she’d seen a side of her uncle that she’d never imagined existed and that lifetime of trust had been shattered. ‘I never
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