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arms of his bed and lifted himself, higher, higher, until his lips—his lips—Goddess, he was kissing her, and she was letting him.
So quick.
So soft .
Like a daydream, one she should jerk herself out of and come to her senses, but really, she’d rather stay right where she was, with his lips brushing hers, sampling her like she was some sort of exotic wine. Her heart jumped and squeezed like he had her in an endless clench, like he might just break free of his cuffs and pull her down with him, and damn, she’d probably let him do that, too.
“You are real,” he whispered against her mouth.
Bela felt enough heat in her face to wonder if Mother Keara was right, that she was secretly a fire Sibyl ready to break out in roaring, rolling flames. When he lowered himself back to his pillow, she couldn’t move, couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t stop staring into the endless, intriguing depths of his eyes.
And that’s when those beautiful eyes started to change.
(5)
It was just a flicker at first.
A quick light-to-dark.
Bela drew back her hand from his wrist as his pulse accelerated. “Duncan?”
He said nothing. The flicker happened again, and she backed off in a hurry, a few feet from the bed.
“Detective Sharp.” Bela made herself sound harder, to see if she could get his attention. “Can you hear me?”
Duncan blinked but stared at the yellow wall over Bela’s shoulder. He had gray eyes again, then a blink, and—black eyes.
Gray again.
Then black.
Then gray.
“Mother Keara,” Bela called, too freaked to add any earth force to her volume as her own heart started thumping hard enough to crack her ribs.
Duncan looked confused. Then upset. Then pissed off.
Then …
Then he seemed to go away altogether.
His eyes went night-black and wide, and the angles and lines of his face shifted to the profile of a completely different man. Or creature. Bela was still staring, even though she was backing up fast and raising a hefty shield of earth power between herself and whatever was lying in that hospital bed.
Duncan Sharp, or the blend of positive and negative energies he had become, let out a distinctly inhuman growl.
The fine hairs along the back of Bela’s neck prickled.
“The Unrighteous will come,” he whispered in a voice that sounded like something straight out of Satan’s realm. “They’ll kill you,” the Lucifer voice said, like he wanted to be sure she heard him.
“Shit.” Bela was in the treatment room’s doorway now, breathing in fast, jagged gulps. The air seemed colder than it should be. Poisonous green-black energy bubbled out of Duncan’s slash wounds, exploding against the elemental locks until the room trembled.
“Mother Keara!” Bela yelled, this time putting some punch in it. “Down here, now!”
Where the hell was her sword?
Had she left it upstairs when they got back?
Shit, shit, shit!
Duncan Sharp lurched upward, rattling against the cuffs on all four limbs. “Run!” he bellowed, and Bela wouldn’t have been surprised to see his head start to spin around. “Bug out, soldier, now, now, now!”
She raised both arms and hurled enough earth energy into that treatment room to crush Duncan Sharp to bits of blood and rubble.
It didn’t faze him.
He was still coming off the bed.
The chains on the handcuffs strained. A few links bent apart.
Then a wall of earth, fire, air, and water power shoved Bela sideways and exploded into the space, surrounding the flailing man and mashing him flat against his pillows.
He lay there, mouth open, eyes wide and flickering from gray to black.
Bela glanced to her left to see Mother Keara standing next to little Mother Yana from Russia and tall, graceful Mother Anemone from Greece. On Bela’s right, Andy was spouting gouts of water as she directed her elemental energies, and Dio and Camille were getting a shower as they held Andy’s hands to keep her steady.
The Mothers kept up their steady stream of power until
So quick.
So soft .
Like a daydream, one she should jerk herself out of and come to her senses, but really, she’d rather stay right where she was, with his lips brushing hers, sampling her like she was some sort of exotic wine. Her heart jumped and squeezed like he had her in an endless clench, like he might just break free of his cuffs and pull her down with him, and damn, she’d probably let him do that, too.
“You are real,” he whispered against her mouth.
Bela felt enough heat in her face to wonder if Mother Keara was right, that she was secretly a fire Sibyl ready to break out in roaring, rolling flames. When he lowered himself back to his pillow, she couldn’t move, couldn’t stop looking at him, couldn’t stop staring into the endless, intriguing depths of his eyes.
And that’s when those beautiful eyes started to change.
(5)
It was just a flicker at first.
A quick light-to-dark.
Bela drew back her hand from his wrist as his pulse accelerated. “Duncan?”
He said nothing. The flicker happened again, and she backed off in a hurry, a few feet from the bed.
“Detective Sharp.” Bela made herself sound harder, to see if she could get his attention. “Can you hear me?”
Duncan blinked but stared at the yellow wall over Bela’s shoulder. He had gray eyes again, then a blink, and—black eyes.
Gray again.
Then black.
Then gray.
“Mother Keara,” Bela called, too freaked to add any earth force to her volume as her own heart started thumping hard enough to crack her ribs.
Duncan looked confused. Then upset. Then pissed off.
Then …
Then he seemed to go away altogether.
His eyes went night-black and wide, and the angles and lines of his face shifted to the profile of a completely different man. Or creature. Bela was still staring, even though she was backing up fast and raising a hefty shield of earth power between herself and whatever was lying in that hospital bed.
Duncan Sharp, or the blend of positive and negative energies he had become, let out a distinctly inhuman growl.
The fine hairs along the back of Bela’s neck prickled.
“The Unrighteous will come,” he whispered in a voice that sounded like something straight out of Satan’s realm. “They’ll kill you,” the Lucifer voice said, like he wanted to be sure she heard him.
“Shit.” Bela was in the treatment room’s doorway now, breathing in fast, jagged gulps. The air seemed colder than it should be. Poisonous green-black energy bubbled out of Duncan’s slash wounds, exploding against the elemental locks until the room trembled.
“Mother Keara!” Bela yelled, this time putting some punch in it. “Down here, now!”
Where the hell was her sword?
Had she left it upstairs when they got back?
Shit, shit, shit!
Duncan Sharp lurched upward, rattling against the cuffs on all four limbs. “Run!” he bellowed, and Bela wouldn’t have been surprised to see his head start to spin around. “Bug out, soldier, now, now, now!”
She raised both arms and hurled enough earth energy into that treatment room to crush Duncan Sharp to bits of blood and rubble.
It didn’t faze him.
He was still coming off the bed.
The chains on the handcuffs strained. A few links bent apart.
Then a wall of earth, fire, air, and water power shoved Bela sideways and exploded into the space, surrounding the flailing man and mashing him flat against his pillows.
He lay there, mouth open, eyes wide and flickering from gray to black.
Bela glanced to her left to see Mother Keara standing next to little Mother Yana from Russia and tall, graceful Mother Anemone from Greece. On Bela’s right, Andy was spouting gouts of water as she directed her elemental energies, and Dio and Camille were getting a shower as they held Andy’s hands to keep her steady.
The Mothers kept up their steady stream of power until
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