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thought it was just an idiot kid doing something stupid. They didn’t even know who was responsible or why. And they didn’t dump me in Luke’s lap like a gift-wrapped present. Why didn’t they tell me any of this stuff?”
“I don’t know.” Sarah shrugged and moved away from him in a small retreat of crossed legs and shifting hips. She hadn’t looked at him once since they’d all sat down. He didn’t like it. “My understanding is that Celestina sees what the Triscani are going to do, and then the Archiver grabs one of us to try to fix it.”
“Did they tell you how many of us there are?”
Sarah shook her head. “No. But I kinda got the impression there have been a lot. He did say they’ve been battling these guys, trying to figure out what they want, for hundreds of years.”
“An attack every few years, for centuries?” Luke whistled low and shook his head. “That would be hundreds of Timewalkers, plus all their descendants.”
Luke looked between him and Sarah as the silence stretched across the table and became a chasm in the small space between his shoulder and Sarah’s. Alexa studied her fingernails and Sarah studied the wood swirls in the table as a pink flush crept into her cheeks. Luke grinned. “He doesn’t know?”
Chapter Four
Sarah glanced at him quickly, like a moth dancing in and out of a flame. “I just met him a few hours ago.”
Luke’s hands sought the buttons on his white Oxford shirt. In a few quick flicks of his fingers he’d removed it, then tugged at his white undershirt until he pulled it over his head.
Tim stared. Sure, the guy was in decent shape, but that wasn’t what drew his eyes. The real reason Luke had disrobed was clearly on display. There, over his left pec, right above his heart, was a Mark exactly like the one Sarah had on her neck, the same symbol he now had on his. His Mark chose that moment to flare up and tingle like an army of tiny popsicles were racing under his skin on toothpick legs.
The Mark on Luke’s chest shocked him. The overload of new feelings in his long-numbed-out scar mocked his logic and rocked reality beneath him. This was no phantom pain, or phantom itch. And the physical sensations, the burning heat, continued to get stronger.
Luke pointed to his own neck, to the space where Tim had been Marked. “You’re hers and she’s yours. You better come to grips with that fast or you two won’t survive.”
The words didn’t have time to sink in before Luke asked another question he couldn’t answer. “What’s your gift? How are you linked? Have you figured it out yet?”
Sarah looked as confused as he felt. Alexa sighed and shook her head with a sad smile. “You’ll figure it out when you need to.”
“What was yours?” Tim met Luke’s gaze, unflinchingly. Science geek? Super nerd? Ripped abs and a time-traveling wife? This guy was not what he’d expected.
“I can sense Alexa’s presence and track her anywhere in the world. It was a skill I needed to save her life. The Archiver must have chosen you for a reason, something you will need to master to help her.”
Sarah wouldn’t look at him.
“I’m nothing special. I’m an Army pilot. Not some kind of superhero with special powers.” Tim tried to make them see reason.
Alexa shook her head. “Those are skills you already had, just like Luke knew about the virus and how to deal with it.”
“I’ve studied physics.” An understatement, but he couldn’t resist throwing out the bait, see if Luke bit. He didn’t.
Luke shook his head. “It’s not enough. The Archiver chose you for a specific reason. Do you have any kind of E.S.P.? You know, telepathy or clairvoyance? Something really unusual?”
Tim raised an eyebrow and buried the flash of disappointment and disgust deep. He’d been really close to believing the whole thing. But this hit too close to home. What did Luke know? What did Sarah know?
He studied Sarah’s profile, thoughts reeling.
“I don’t know.” Sarah shrugged and moved away from him in a small retreat of crossed legs and shifting hips. She hadn’t looked at him once since they’d all sat down. He didn’t like it. “My understanding is that Celestina sees what the Triscani are going to do, and then the Archiver grabs one of us to try to fix it.”
“Did they tell you how many of us there are?”
Sarah shook her head. “No. But I kinda got the impression there have been a lot. He did say they’ve been battling these guys, trying to figure out what they want, for hundreds of years.”
“An attack every few years, for centuries?” Luke whistled low and shook his head. “That would be hundreds of Timewalkers, plus all their descendants.”
Luke looked between him and Sarah as the silence stretched across the table and became a chasm in the small space between his shoulder and Sarah’s. Alexa studied her fingernails and Sarah studied the wood swirls in the table as a pink flush crept into her cheeks. Luke grinned. “He doesn’t know?”
Chapter Four
Sarah glanced at him quickly, like a moth dancing in and out of a flame. “I just met him a few hours ago.”
Luke’s hands sought the buttons on his white Oxford shirt. In a few quick flicks of his fingers he’d removed it, then tugged at his white undershirt until he pulled it over his head.
Tim stared. Sure, the guy was in decent shape, but that wasn’t what drew his eyes. The real reason Luke had disrobed was clearly on display. There, over his left pec, right above his heart, was a Mark exactly like the one Sarah had on her neck, the same symbol he now had on his. His Mark chose that moment to flare up and tingle like an army of tiny popsicles were racing under his skin on toothpick legs.
The Mark on Luke’s chest shocked him. The overload of new feelings in his long-numbed-out scar mocked his logic and rocked reality beneath him. This was no phantom pain, or phantom itch. And the physical sensations, the burning heat, continued to get stronger.
Luke pointed to his own neck, to the space where Tim had been Marked. “You’re hers and she’s yours. You better come to grips with that fast or you two won’t survive.”
The words didn’t have time to sink in before Luke asked another question he couldn’t answer. “What’s your gift? How are you linked? Have you figured it out yet?”
Sarah looked as confused as he felt. Alexa sighed and shook her head with a sad smile. “You’ll figure it out when you need to.”
“What was yours?” Tim met Luke’s gaze, unflinchingly. Science geek? Super nerd? Ripped abs and a time-traveling wife? This guy was not what he’d expected.
“I can sense Alexa’s presence and track her anywhere in the world. It was a skill I needed to save her life. The Archiver must have chosen you for a reason, something you will need to master to help her.”
Sarah wouldn’t look at him.
“I’m nothing special. I’m an Army pilot. Not some kind of superhero with special powers.” Tim tried to make them see reason.
Alexa shook her head. “Those are skills you already had, just like Luke knew about the virus and how to deal with it.”
“I’ve studied physics.” An understatement, but he couldn’t resist throwing out the bait, see if Luke bit. He didn’t.
Luke shook his head. “It’s not enough. The Archiver chose you for a specific reason. Do you have any kind of E.S.P.? You know, telepathy or clairvoyance? Something really unusual?”
Tim raised an eyebrow and buried the flash of disappointment and disgust deep. He’d been really close to believing the whole thing. But this hit too close to home. What did Luke know? What did Sarah know?
He studied Sarah’s profile, thoughts reeling.
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