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only able to travel within a span of one hundred years of their lifetime, forwards or back. Period. They couldn’t then jump back another century from that time frame, frog leaping into several more centuries without imploding. Only sorcerers and their time rifts could make the far leaps in time. And Moon Sifters, or so Alexander had thought.
Could he have been wrong?
Or was it something else?
Was something blocking Shaw from that ability? Maybe he simply didn’t know how?
Suddenly his countenance altered. His posture straightened, shoulders thrown back, chin lifted. A determined scowl set firmly across his dark brows as though a decision made settled into his features.
“Come.” He strode out into the smaller cavern chamber and with a subtle lift of his hand, magic pulsed in the air, lifting Bekah’s long bangs and streaking electricity across her skin. She scrambled back from the opening between caverns just as an earthen wall solidified in its place, closing the sleeping Empath out of sight.
Illusion or real? She reached out to touch it, expecting to feel a trickle of magical current, but all she felt was cool damp stone. If it was only illusion, it felt as real as it looked.
No wonder no one had found her for centuries. It took a creature born of dragons and vampires to see through the illusion.
Bekah smoothed her hair back down along her cheek and looked to Shaw. He waited for her at the mouth of the cave, a new undecipherable frown pouring from the gray of his eyes which were pointedly fixed on her bleeding feet. It would take a lifetime to learn all the different emotions that frequented his expressive face.
She lifted both brows in question. “What?”
Those incredible eyes lifted to hers. “Forgive me.” He took a step toward her. “You shouldna have lived a life overrun with monsters.” Another step and the space around her seemed to shrink with his nearness. “I grieve for the loss of your family, loss of your friends.” He stood right in front of her. She had to crane her head back to look up at him.
His hand lifted. He skimmed the length of her wayward bangs between two of his long fingers. His knuckles slid along her cheek. “Ye shouldna have had to grow up like that, fear-dìon .”
Her heart cinched up tight in her chest, making it difficult to breathe around it.
“What does that mean, fear-dìon ?”
He merely smiled. “Why have ye have no boots?”
“What?” She blinked at the abrupt change in subjects. She blinked a few more times to regain her bearings. “There weren’t any shoe stores along the way.”
Confusion lightened the hue of the gray in his eyes to a hazy mist. “Shoe stores?”
She smiled. “I haven’t come across any footwear in the forest.”
He nodded, shifting even closer though there wasn’t any space left between them as it was. Her heart whooshed like drafts of air from a swinging pendulum.
It was too much. He was too much. Too immovable. Too predatory. Too…male.
His proximity, his largeness, did all sorts of funny things to her fluttering belly. She felt utterly and transparently female.
“Please,” he said again, his voice low and husky and Bekah’s skin erupted in goose bumps.
And before she could form a coherent thought, Shaw grabbed her around the waist and lifted her against him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
“Wh-what?” She leaned back to look into his face. Wicked. His expression could also turn very very wicked.
He grinned. He knew exactly what effect he had on her, could probably feel it through the thin material of her shirt. Stepping out onto the ledge, he reached to the side and began climbing.
Bekah had no choice but to hang on tight to his neck and she did lock her legs around his waist. “I climbed down just fine, you know.” She’d rather climb up too. Putting her life into someone else’s hands was not fun.
“And yer feet are a bleeding mess for it. Ye’ll slip.”
Spray from the crashing ocean below
Could he have been wrong?
Or was it something else?
Was something blocking Shaw from that ability? Maybe he simply didn’t know how?
Suddenly his countenance altered. His posture straightened, shoulders thrown back, chin lifted. A determined scowl set firmly across his dark brows as though a decision made settled into his features.
“Come.” He strode out into the smaller cavern chamber and with a subtle lift of his hand, magic pulsed in the air, lifting Bekah’s long bangs and streaking electricity across her skin. She scrambled back from the opening between caverns just as an earthen wall solidified in its place, closing the sleeping Empath out of sight.
Illusion or real? She reached out to touch it, expecting to feel a trickle of magical current, but all she felt was cool damp stone. If it was only illusion, it felt as real as it looked.
No wonder no one had found her for centuries. It took a creature born of dragons and vampires to see through the illusion.
Bekah smoothed her hair back down along her cheek and looked to Shaw. He waited for her at the mouth of the cave, a new undecipherable frown pouring from the gray of his eyes which were pointedly fixed on her bleeding feet. It would take a lifetime to learn all the different emotions that frequented his expressive face.
She lifted both brows in question. “What?”
Those incredible eyes lifted to hers. “Forgive me.” He took a step toward her. “You shouldna have lived a life overrun with monsters.” Another step and the space around her seemed to shrink with his nearness. “I grieve for the loss of your family, loss of your friends.” He stood right in front of her. She had to crane her head back to look up at him.
His hand lifted. He skimmed the length of her wayward bangs between two of his long fingers. His knuckles slid along her cheek. “Ye shouldna have had to grow up like that, fear-dìon .”
Her heart cinched up tight in her chest, making it difficult to breathe around it.
“What does that mean, fear-dìon ?”
He merely smiled. “Why have ye have no boots?”
“What?” She blinked at the abrupt change in subjects. She blinked a few more times to regain her bearings. “There weren’t any shoe stores along the way.”
Confusion lightened the hue of the gray in his eyes to a hazy mist. “Shoe stores?”
She smiled. “I haven’t come across any footwear in the forest.”
He nodded, shifting even closer though there wasn’t any space left between them as it was. Her heart whooshed like drafts of air from a swinging pendulum.
It was too much. He was too much. Too immovable. Too predatory. Too…male.
His proximity, his largeness, did all sorts of funny things to her fluttering belly. She felt utterly and transparently female.
“Please,” he said again, his voice low and husky and Bekah’s skin erupted in goose bumps.
And before she could form a coherent thought, Shaw grabbed her around the waist and lifted her against him. “Wrap your legs around me.”
“Wh-what?” She leaned back to look into his face. Wicked. His expression could also turn very very wicked.
He grinned. He knew exactly what effect he had on her, could probably feel it through the thin material of her shirt. Stepping out onto the ledge, he reached to the side and began climbing.
Bekah had no choice but to hang on tight to his neck and she did lock her legs around his waist. “I climbed down just fine, you know.” She’d rather climb up too. Putting her life into someone else’s hands was not fun.
“And yer feet are a bleeding mess for it. Ye’ll slip.”
Spray from the crashing ocean below
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