guy grabbed onto Alex’s arm and whispered in his ear. Lars’ brother turned to their guard and flipped him off, before the both of them hopped into the waiting van.
“Why didn’t they just flash out of there?” She looked over at Lars.
“Too many around, plus I bet the woman was in the van watching her handiwork. I don’t recognize the man who was next to Alex, did you?” Lars asked his grandfather, who shook his head.
“I saw him once,” Lars’ mother said. “He was in the hallway in one of the upstairs rooms. I thought it was odd since it was in the West wing and we hadn’t opened that up yet because we were waiting on Gage’s family. The man said he was lost so I figured he was a shifter.” She rubbed her upper arms as if warming herself,
Sensing her distress, Trevor moved closer to his wife and engulfed her in a hug. “When was this, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck. “The thought of that monster near you…”
She patted his arm. “It was yesterday, so we might want to have that wing checked over.”
Four men came into the living room as if they had been asked to appear. “Take a team into the West Wing and get Samuel's dogs in there too. When that is clear, spread out. I want the whole house checked for bombs or traps.” He stopped speaking as she grabbed his arm.
“The playroom, someone needs to check there now.” Tamara stood and moved towards the door. “Everyone out.”
In a matter of five minutes, not a single person was left in the house except for the extra team Lars had called in last night.
“Why do you think there is something in the playroom?” Lars asked standing next to her while Gage held her tight.
“I don’t know, it’s just something clicked when you said bomb. I’d rather be wrong then all of us dead.” Ten of them stood back in the gardens that were now frozen over with a foot of snow.
She was wearing jeans, a sweater and snow gear along with boots Lars had gotten for her from one of the guests. Tamara looked over at her dad and his gaze lifted to hers as he tried to smile.
“If I’m so connected to this woman, can she see what we’re doing? And why can I do this all of a sudden? I mean, I was good at profiling, but not like this. It’s like I’m slowly getting jumbled thoughts from her brain.”
One of the other elders stepped in front of her. “My name is Wallim. I wasn’t at your testing. May I have your hands, please?”
“You’re not going to throw punches at me are you, because I don’t want to risk…” She looked at Lars.
“She carries our children, so any physical testing will have to wait,” Lars more or less ordered as Gage stiffened behind her.
“No, I will not harm you or the children. I will be able to see what kind of gift this is. It might help understand more. I’m afraid I’m a little older than the others and I get restless from time to time so I was off on what you call roundabouts when your testing was done.” Wallim informed her.
“Wallim is one of the angels. You wouldn’t be that old?” Her dad smiled and winked at her.
“Maybe, maybe not, but that is my little secret. May I?” Again he asked and she placed her cold hands into his warm ones and she smiled.
“Umm, warmth, thank you.” Tamara mumbled as a cloud-like sensation traveled up her arms to her head. “Wow, this is different,” she stared into his eyes which Tamara could have sworn now had some kind of white film over them for a few seconds.
“Thank you, It’s as I thought.” He released her hand and bowed to her. “One of your gifts has to the do with the cognitive brain aspects, As a human you had already trained yourself and your mind to work like this, but now with your father’s and husbands’ blood flowing through you, it has enhanced your abilities. There is no need to worry. She cannot see into your mind, but eventually, if she is as old as we believe, this woman should catch on to that fact you are reading
“Why didn’t they just flash out of there?” She looked over at Lars.
“Too many around, plus I bet the woman was in the van watching her handiwork. I don’t recognize the man who was next to Alex, did you?” Lars asked his grandfather, who shook his head.
“I saw him once,” Lars’ mother said. “He was in the hallway in one of the upstairs rooms. I thought it was odd since it was in the West wing and we hadn’t opened that up yet because we were waiting on Gage’s family. The man said he was lost so I figured he was a shifter.” She rubbed her upper arms as if warming herself,
Sensing her distress, Trevor moved closer to his wife and engulfed her in a hug. “When was this, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing the side of her neck. “The thought of that monster near you…”
She patted his arm. “It was yesterday, so we might want to have that wing checked over.”
Four men came into the living room as if they had been asked to appear. “Take a team into the West Wing and get Samuel's dogs in there too. When that is clear, spread out. I want the whole house checked for bombs or traps.” He stopped speaking as she grabbed his arm.
“The playroom, someone needs to check there now.” Tamara stood and moved towards the door. “Everyone out.”
In a matter of five minutes, not a single person was left in the house except for the extra team Lars had called in last night.
“Why do you think there is something in the playroom?” Lars asked standing next to her while Gage held her tight.
“I don’t know, it’s just something clicked when you said bomb. I’d rather be wrong then all of us dead.” Ten of them stood back in the gardens that were now frozen over with a foot of snow.
She was wearing jeans, a sweater and snow gear along with boots Lars had gotten for her from one of the guests. Tamara looked over at her dad and his gaze lifted to hers as he tried to smile.
“If I’m so connected to this woman, can she see what we’re doing? And why can I do this all of a sudden? I mean, I was good at profiling, but not like this. It’s like I’m slowly getting jumbled thoughts from her brain.”
One of the other elders stepped in front of her. “My name is Wallim. I wasn’t at your testing. May I have your hands, please?”
“You’re not going to throw punches at me are you, because I don’t want to risk…” She looked at Lars.
“She carries our children, so any physical testing will have to wait,” Lars more or less ordered as Gage stiffened behind her.
“No, I will not harm you or the children. I will be able to see what kind of gift this is. It might help understand more. I’m afraid I’m a little older than the others and I get restless from time to time so I was off on what you call roundabouts when your testing was done.” Wallim informed her.
“Wallim is one of the angels. You wouldn’t be that old?” Her dad smiled and winked at her.
“Maybe, maybe not, but that is my little secret. May I?” Again he asked and she placed her cold hands into his warm ones and she smiled.
“Umm, warmth, thank you.” Tamara mumbled as a cloud-like sensation traveled up her arms to her head. “Wow, this is different,” she stared into his eyes which Tamara could have sworn now had some kind of white film over them for a few seconds.
“Thank you, It’s as I thought.” He released her hand and bowed to her. “One of your gifts has to the do with the cognitive brain aspects, As a human you had already trained yourself and your mind to work like this, but now with your father’s and husbands’ blood flowing through you, it has enhanced your abilities. There is no need to worry. She cannot see into your mind, but eventually, if she is as old as we believe, this woman should catch on to that fact you are reading
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