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he touched Khal again.
Khal stopped chanting and fell back against Tyron’s
chest.
    Artim lifted his hands, palm up to his
face. Had his touch set the oracle off? Artim pulled Khal back into
his arms and away from Tyron’s touch. Khal’s lips started moving,
the words flowing once more. The light built back up.
    Somehow, he was causing Khal to do
this. Tyron stepped closer and pressed the back of his body against
Khal. Khal stopped his mumbling and the light faded.
    “ Earlier, he started
getting visions and I touched him. He calmed,” Tyron
said.
    “ He wasn’t having a vision
until he touched me.”
    Tyron frowned. “Your touch gives him
visions and mine takes them away? That doesn’t make sense. Why
would that happen?”
    Smythe came into the corridor, dressed
and carrying Khal’s clothing.
    Artim shrugged. “A day ago, I didn’t
think oracles existed, so nothing makes sense at this point. Let’s
get him back to the ship and see if it’s clear. The sooner we get
him to Drayden, the better.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Khal awoke to find Artim sleeping in a
chair beside the bed. The last thing he recalled was the flowing
energy he felt when he’d touched Artim and the burst of light
behind his eyes. It had been like he was a battery and Artim the
conduit to turn him on. Khal sat up in the chair and looked at the
male, curious why his touch had impacted him so.
    And Tyron’s had calmed him.
    They seemed to be an on and an off
switch for his powers. Considering the lack of control he’d had in
past days, he was glad for anything that could help him one way or
the other. To have them both was a blessing. But why them? What was
it about these two males that caused his mind and body to
explode?
    Artim moved in the chair and came to
with a jerk. His stare was still one filled with fatigue, but he
became more alert and moved his gaze from Khal’s. He stood and
brushed his hands down his stomach. “Are you well now?”
    Khal nodded. “I believe
so.”
    “ Good, then.” Artim backed
away and headed for the door.
    “ Wait. Aren’t we going to
talk about what just happened?”
    Artim stopped and stared at Khal a
moment. “What just happened proved I shouldn’t be near
you.”
    “ That’s not how I see
it.”
    “ When I touched you, your
power took over. Will it happen every time I touch you?”
    Khal shrugged. “I don’t know.
Perhaps.”
    Artim was quiet a moment, but Khal
sensed the male’s mind was running quickly inside that head of
his.
    “ Does it hurt when you see
the visions?”
    Khal shook his head, deciding he
needed to downplay the emotions running through him. Yes, there was
some pain with some visions, and the emotions that came across
could cut him like a knife. When they came rushing into his head,
the pain was enough to bring him to his knees, but he’d not felt
that when he touched Artim. “Not exactly. There’s pressure and I
don’t like how it takes over my body, but it doesn’t
hurt.”
    “ Why do I feel you’re
lying to me?” Artim asked.
    “ I’m not,” Khal said.
“Some visions are worse than others, but I’m strong. I can handle
them.”
    “ I won’t cause you pain.
Which means I can’t touch you again.”
    “ No. I need you,
Artim.”
    Artim frowned. “Need me? Why would you
need me if I do this to you?”
    “ I haven’t been able to
control my powers as of late. You turned them on. Tyron seems to
turn them off. It’s much better than the visions building up and
ripping me apart when they strike out of the blue.”
    “ You said they didn’t
hurt.”
    Khal shrugged. “They didn’t hurt when
you touched me.”
    Artim’s gaze turned heavy-lidded. “So
you need me to jump start your sight. That’s all.”
    “ No,” Khal said. “I want
more than just that. I think you know that.”
    “ If I touch you, you might
light up again. There is nothing more to be had between
us.”
    Khal shook his head. “If Tyron was
there, touching me too, he might control the