Suddenly, Rykerian felt his protective instincts reaching toward this female. He wanted to soothe her, but he didn’t know how. He wanted to pull her into his arms and comfort her with his touch. He wanted to take her pain away as much as he wanted to breathe.
He unwillingly released her mind, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was entrancing. He knew he had to release her from Command and expunge her memory of him. The thought of doing that brought an intense wave of sadness to him. He had no other options though.
“I release you,” he reluctantly said. She looked at him in fear, and he immediately regretted that. Above all, he did not want her to be frightened.
“Do not fear me. I will not harm you.”
As she stared at him, he reached for her cheek, and she immediately felt a sense of peace wash over her. Her eyes sought his, and when she went to speak, he placed his fingers on her lips, halting any words she would have spoken. Then he said, “You will remember nothing of me. You will return to your home safely.”
He entered his coordinates and returned to his speedster. He tailed her, unbeknownst to her, for he was veiled. He stayed until he was sure she was safely at home. Then, he headed back to the compound. He could not tear his thoughts away from her.
Who was this beautiful, sad female? What had happened to cause such pain in her? Rykerian knew there was nothing more he could do for her. He had imparted his calming ability to her, and for a brief moment, he knew she had felt peace. He prayed that whatever had affected her would improve with time and that she would be rid of her intense sadness.
He made his way back to the Compound and left his speedster in the garage. In a blur of motion, he was in the kitchen grabbing a quick bite of food. He went to the back terrace, hit his shadar, and appeared on the mountaintop. He sank to the ground and waited for the sun to rise. The sky was pink and then orange, and then, in a blaze of amber glory, the sun appeared. Rykerian wished he could find joy in this moment, but for some peculiar reason, his thoughts could only focus on the female with the blonde silken tresses and the sorrowful, penetrating aqua eyes. He sent up a prayer to the Deity, begging for His blessings to be sent her way, and then, he made his way back to the compound, obsessed by thoughts of the ethereal human.
To be continued...
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Book 3 of The Guardians of Vesturon Series
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A. M. Hargrove lives in South Carolina with her husband and two children. After spending years working in management for a large pharmaceutical company, she now enjoys nothing better than spending time at her Mac writing fiction. Her hobbies include hiking and backpacking in the Smoky Mountains, snow skiing, trail running, cooking and snorkeling.
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