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other had to be fact. How else could the
men be grappling so fiercely?
"Beth!"
Startled, Beth blinked and
found herself staring into Blue's troubled gaze. "What's
happening?"
Blue glanced at the men.
"The Phantom is nearly solid."
"How?" Beth
gasped.
"Go to your
children—"
"Jondee's with them. Can't
you do something?"
"Magic could complicate the
situation."
"Die!" Cuttstone roared, the
sound blasting off the rock walls.
"Do something!" Beth
wailed.
"We must trust in
Lachlan."
An electrical tremor coursed
through Beth. "I won't lose him again!"
She pushed past Blue,
determined to reach Lachlan, determined to save him whatever the
cost.
"Aunt Beth!" Alby cried,
alerting the others in time for Winston and Deliah to jump into her
path, stopping her. Winston's strong grip held fast, not even
lessening when she smacked him open-handedly on the chest, her
frenzied concern for Lachlan overriding her reasoning.
Sharp intakes of breath rang
out when Lachlan swung an arm about Cuttstone's neck. Instead of
enclosing solidity, his arm passed through and the force of his
action sent him toppling to the floor.
"Lachlan!" Beth cried,
struggling to escape Winston's hold.
She stopped cold when
Cuttstone's crazed-brightened eyes speared hers. He came at her,
lips curled back like a rabid animal, foamy spit spewing between
his clenched teeth.
Time slipped into a still
frame, he alone moving and at a speed inhumanly fast. Beth had
thought fear could never touch her again since her return from the
afterworld. In death, she had learned to love and survive against
what some would deem impossible odds. The meek Beth who had first
come to Scotland, the Beth whose guilt over her mother's death had
rendered her an emotional cripple, was a distant memory.
The woman she was now would
not die without a fight, would not surrender her children, her
lover, her life, without challenging the whims of fate.
The still frame shifted.
Cuttstone was but a blur coming at her, his clawed hands stretching
out for her throat. From far away, Beth heard Roan release a feral
sound. Wings fluttered close by. Winston was in the process of
stepping between her and The Phantom when another blur rammed into
the frothing killer, both bodies hitting the floor.
Beth blinked, clearing her
vision. To her disbelief, Laura straddled Cuttstone. Her fingers in
his hair, she slammed his head repeatedly against the
floor.
"Laura!" Roan boomed, and
swung her off the killer. She fought him, as if infected with the
same rage that motivated Cuttstone.
Cuttstone rolled and
scrambled to his feet, his back to Lachlan, who rose behind him,
hunched in a predatory pose. Cuttstone snarled. His hands swiped
the air as if his mind couldn't lock onto which target he wanted
most. Before he could decide, Lachlan spun him around and drove an
uppercut into his jaw. Cuttstone fell backward, momentarily
stunned.
"Lachlan, behind you!" Beth
cried.
He glanced over his shoulder
and staggered around as a pinpoint of light grew larger by the
moment.
"Oh, my God!" cried a
feminine voice on the stairs.
Beth cast a brief look in
that direction. Laura's mother stood huddled on the steps, her eyes
ludicrously wide.
Guttural sounds issuing from
deep in his throat, Cuttstone swayed to his feet. His face
contorted in fear and resentment as he glared at the widening
aperture.
"Get back!" Lachlan ordered
the others, gripping Cuttstone's arm with both hands.
Everyone complied, Beth
reluctantly in Winston's hold, and Stephen Miles, who stared
incredulously at the portal that now covered one wall.
With a snarl that boiled up
from the roiling pit of his stomach, Lachlan swung Cuttstone toward
the effulgence. Short of entering it, Cuttstone dug his heels into
the floor and drove an elbow into Lachlan's chest. Lachlan released
an umph , the air in
his lungs forced out by the blow. He recovered with the ferocity of
a starving predator locked onto a prey.
Sucking in a roaring breath,
he sprang
men be grappling so fiercely?
"Beth!"
Startled, Beth blinked and
found herself staring into Blue's troubled gaze. "What's
happening?"
Blue glanced at the men.
"The Phantom is nearly solid."
"How?" Beth
gasped.
"Go to your
children—"
"Jondee's with them. Can't
you do something?"
"Magic could complicate the
situation."
"Die!" Cuttstone roared, the
sound blasting off the rock walls.
"Do something!" Beth
wailed.
"We must trust in
Lachlan."
An electrical tremor coursed
through Beth. "I won't lose him again!"
She pushed past Blue,
determined to reach Lachlan, determined to save him whatever the
cost.
"Aunt Beth!" Alby cried,
alerting the others in time for Winston and Deliah to jump into her
path, stopping her. Winston's strong grip held fast, not even
lessening when she smacked him open-handedly on the chest, her
frenzied concern for Lachlan overriding her reasoning.
Sharp intakes of breath rang
out when Lachlan swung an arm about Cuttstone's neck. Instead of
enclosing solidity, his arm passed through and the force of his
action sent him toppling to the floor.
"Lachlan!" Beth cried,
struggling to escape Winston's hold.
She stopped cold when
Cuttstone's crazed-brightened eyes speared hers. He came at her,
lips curled back like a rabid animal, foamy spit spewing between
his clenched teeth.
Time slipped into a still
frame, he alone moving and at a speed inhumanly fast. Beth had
thought fear could never touch her again since her return from the
afterworld. In death, she had learned to love and survive against
what some would deem impossible odds. The meek Beth who had first
come to Scotland, the Beth whose guilt over her mother's death had
rendered her an emotional cripple, was a distant memory.
The woman she was now would
not die without a fight, would not surrender her children, her
lover, her life, without challenging the whims of fate.
The still frame shifted.
Cuttstone was but a blur coming at her, his clawed hands stretching
out for her throat. From far away, Beth heard Roan release a feral
sound. Wings fluttered close by. Winston was in the process of
stepping between her and The Phantom when another blur rammed into
the frothing killer, both bodies hitting the floor.
Beth blinked, clearing her
vision. To her disbelief, Laura straddled Cuttstone. Her fingers in
his hair, she slammed his head repeatedly against the
floor.
"Laura!" Roan boomed, and
swung her off the killer. She fought him, as if infected with the
same rage that motivated Cuttstone.
Cuttstone rolled and
scrambled to his feet, his back to Lachlan, who rose behind him,
hunched in a predatory pose. Cuttstone snarled. His hands swiped
the air as if his mind couldn't lock onto which target he wanted
most. Before he could decide, Lachlan spun him around and drove an
uppercut into his jaw. Cuttstone fell backward, momentarily
stunned.
"Lachlan, behind you!" Beth
cried.
He glanced over his shoulder
and staggered around as a pinpoint of light grew larger by the
moment.
"Oh, my God!" cried a
feminine voice on the stairs.
Beth cast a brief look in
that direction. Laura's mother stood huddled on the steps, her eyes
ludicrously wide.
Guttural sounds issuing from
deep in his throat, Cuttstone swayed to his feet. His face
contorted in fear and resentment as he glared at the widening
aperture.
"Get back!" Lachlan ordered
the others, gripping Cuttstone's arm with both hands.
Everyone complied, Beth
reluctantly in Winston's hold, and Stephen Miles, who stared
incredulously at the portal that now covered one wall.
With a snarl that boiled up
from the roiling pit of his stomach, Lachlan swung Cuttstone toward
the effulgence. Short of entering it, Cuttstone dug his heels into
the floor and drove an elbow into Lachlan's chest. Lachlan released
an umph , the air in
his lungs forced out by the blow. He recovered with the ferocity of
a starving predator locked onto a prey.
Sucking in a roaring breath,
he sprang
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