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His dark gaze lifted to hers. “Come…with…me?”
“Of course, I’ll go with you,” she reassured him. He’d saved her, taking the hit that surely would have killed her.
“There, Michael…happy?” Reynner’s indistinct words held a mocking edge.
“I’d kick your sorry ass if you weren’t already down, but we need to get out of here.”
At his statement, Eve’s fear increased. “You can’t move him—he’s hurt. I’m calling 911.”
“Your doctors can’t heal him. We have to go now. Come here.”
Warily, she eyed him. “What do you mean my doctors?”
“Explanations later. Do you want his death on your conscience?”
When he put it like that—darn it. Eve hurried over and prayed this Michael knew what he was doing. “What do you want me to do?”
“Hold on and don’t let go.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
The big man shook his head. He picked up Reynner’s sword then touched him on the shoulder. “You will soon enough.”
He held out his hand. Eve eyed it as if it contained a nest full of vipers. “I can’t...”
He studied her for a second. Then like a rattler, he struck and hauled her to him.
“Hey! I’m willing to hhhhhelp —” Her last word ended in a yelp. The alley disappeared as they were sucked into a mist of swirling darkness.
***
Sebrasius, leader of the Darkreans’ militia, stared out through the window at the dark silhouettes of the trees and shrubs in the distance, highlighted by the full moon. The incredible views here were the only thing from the mortal realm that appealed to him.
It didn’t compare to the deadly beauty of Dregarus. The ice-bound seventh dominion of Empyrea where his kind dwelled. A place he called home, a place where monstrous ice bluffs reigned.
He cared little for this elegant mansion overlooking the Hudson River they’d procured in upstate New York as a base. But the lush forest surrounding the estate had a soft spot, making opening portals into their realm easy and private.
Sebris’s gaze settled on his reflection in the windowpane. Nickel bronze hair fell past his shoulders. His eyes appeared almost black, his mouth a slash in his tight features. He was pushing it, remaining in this place when he should have left days ago to equate and recharge his waning powers. But the job came first.
Pushing his balled hands into the pockets of his trousers, Sebris turned as two of his warriors walked in, their expressions detached. Their dark gazes empty.
“Anything of import I should know about?”
Xever, his second-in-command squatted near the empty fireplace beside a huge white wolf, his hand burrowing through the beast’s long fur as if seeking succor. “No… No trace of the artifact or the female.”
Taegér shook his head. He prowled the enormous room as if measuring it for new carpets, his tight jaw revealing his discomfort.
Damn, not what he wanted to hear.
“It’s been months, Seb.” Xever rose, and a forlorn whine left the wolf. Xever’s narrow face wore a granite edge. Strains of black had taken over his gray irises. It was one of the main reasons they were known as Darkreans. “We’ve remained here for far too long. We grow weaker. We must go back to Dregarus and equate.”
That was a bit of a bother. As Darkreans, they needed to equate by connecting with their realm’s magic so they could function once again. Away from their realm for any length of time and they had to bury their emotions. An overload of feelings and pain became constant, eating away at their powers.
But nothing would keep Sebris trapped in Dregarus when their quest for freedom was all that mattered. They would take back what was rightfully theirs.
“We fought far too long to slow down now,” he stated. “The moment we have the missing Stone of Light, all will be as it should.”
“Yes…” Taegér stopped pacing. Anger flickered in his gaze. “Wipe out what’s left of the ruling family, and Empyrea is ours.”
“We
“Of course, I’ll go with you,” she reassured him. He’d saved her, taking the hit that surely would have killed her.
“There, Michael…happy?” Reynner’s indistinct words held a mocking edge.
“I’d kick your sorry ass if you weren’t already down, but we need to get out of here.”
At his statement, Eve’s fear increased. “You can’t move him—he’s hurt. I’m calling 911.”
“Your doctors can’t heal him. We have to go now. Come here.”
Warily, she eyed him. “What do you mean my doctors?”
“Explanations later. Do you want his death on your conscience?”
When he put it like that—darn it. Eve hurried over and prayed this Michael knew what he was doing. “What do you want me to do?”
“Hold on and don’t let go.”
She frowned. “I don’t understand.”
The big man shook his head. He picked up Reynner’s sword then touched him on the shoulder. “You will soon enough.”
He held out his hand. Eve eyed it as if it contained a nest full of vipers. “I can’t...”
He studied her for a second. Then like a rattler, he struck and hauled her to him.
“Hey! I’m willing to hhhhhelp —” Her last word ended in a yelp. The alley disappeared as they were sucked into a mist of swirling darkness.
***
Sebrasius, leader of the Darkreans’ militia, stared out through the window at the dark silhouettes of the trees and shrubs in the distance, highlighted by the full moon. The incredible views here were the only thing from the mortal realm that appealed to him.
It didn’t compare to the deadly beauty of Dregarus. The ice-bound seventh dominion of Empyrea where his kind dwelled. A place he called home, a place where monstrous ice bluffs reigned.
He cared little for this elegant mansion overlooking the Hudson River they’d procured in upstate New York as a base. But the lush forest surrounding the estate had a soft spot, making opening portals into their realm easy and private.
Sebris’s gaze settled on his reflection in the windowpane. Nickel bronze hair fell past his shoulders. His eyes appeared almost black, his mouth a slash in his tight features. He was pushing it, remaining in this place when he should have left days ago to equate and recharge his waning powers. But the job came first.
Pushing his balled hands into the pockets of his trousers, Sebris turned as two of his warriors walked in, their expressions detached. Their dark gazes empty.
“Anything of import I should know about?”
Xever, his second-in-command squatted near the empty fireplace beside a huge white wolf, his hand burrowing through the beast’s long fur as if seeking succor. “No… No trace of the artifact or the female.”
Taegér shook his head. He prowled the enormous room as if measuring it for new carpets, his tight jaw revealing his discomfort.
Damn, not what he wanted to hear.
“It’s been months, Seb.” Xever rose, and a forlorn whine left the wolf. Xever’s narrow face wore a granite edge. Strains of black had taken over his gray irises. It was one of the main reasons they were known as Darkreans. “We’ve remained here for far too long. We grow weaker. We must go back to Dregarus and equate.”
That was a bit of a bother. As Darkreans, they needed to equate by connecting with their realm’s magic so they could function once again. Away from their realm for any length of time and they had to bury their emotions. An overload of feelings and pain became constant, eating away at their powers.
But nothing would keep Sebris trapped in Dregarus when their quest for freedom was all that mattered. They would take back what was rightfully theirs.
“We fought far too long to slow down now,” he stated. “The moment we have the missing Stone of Light, all will be as it should.”
“Yes…” Taegér stopped pacing. Anger flickered in his gaze. “Wipe out what’s left of the ruling family, and Empyrea is ours.”
“We