“About mind-blending, I was going to suggest it before he did. You will blend with me. Not Sykes or anyone else. I don’t know what crazy crap they’ve been up to this summer, especially him. He still changes girlfriends every week.”
I wasn’t too sure about the mind-blend thing either, but I wanted him gone so I could take inventory of my powers. “Okay. No one but you.”
“You are giving in without a fight?” he asked in disbelief.
I smiled. “No, I’m trying to get rid of you.”
He chuckled. “You wish.”
“So I can rest,” I finished.
As soon as he left, I set out to confirm something I thought I’d seen when I teleported, something that had me a bit worried. Visualizing the kitchen, I willed myself there.
My teleport was definitely different. I could slow down and see other psi energies around me while I was in my energy form. I studied the kitchen. The energies pulsed and grew stronger until I recognized objects. Two cups sat side-by-side inside the sink, indicating Grampa and Aunt Janelle had been home earlier. Flowers on the kitchen counter and dining room table filled the air with their fragrance. A new garbage can was by the garbage disposal. I couldn’t identify it until I materialized. It was a blue recycling can, probably put there by Aunt Janelle. As an Earth Cardinal Guardian, she loved nature and was big on saving the earth.
As I teleported back to my room, I slowed down again. Moving through the wall felt weird and ticklish. Something was different about my bedroom too. I hovered near the ceiling and drew from my old memories until something clicked—I had moved my furniture around. I materialized and walked around, noting the changes. The lime and lemon cover was new and so were the dresser, lamps, and the draperies. I even had a DVD/VHS player. A digital frame sat on my dresser, the photographs changing every few seconds. One showed my mother laughing, then another of her with a baby with a mop of red hair. Me? I lifted it up and studied the pictures. I must have received Valafar’s present.
Mom appeared happy in the photographs. Valafar too. In fact, they looked like normal, doting parents. Not that I knew anything about regular parents. Grampa had raised me by himself and he was a demon hunter.
Putting the frame back, I pulled the dagger from its sheath and placed it on the bed. Come.
It didn’t move. It usually obeyed me.
Extending my hand toward it, I recited the words I used when I’d first commanded the dagger. By the Order of Goddess Xenia and the Principalities, I command you, Kris Dagger, to come to me.
Nothing. My dagger, the most feared and coveted Nephilim weapon, just sat there like an ordinary kitchen knife, the link between us gone.
Refusing to panic, I moved on to my other abilities. Placing the computer chair at the other end of the room, I stepped back. Just a small lightning bolt to melt the leather seat, something Remy could fix later, I told myself.
Several large bolts appeared from thin air, zipped across the room and incinerated the chair with a blinding explosion, leaving behind a giant hole on my bedroom floor. Oh, crapola. That was too easy and over the top.
A pounding came from the front door, causing me to jump. A psi scan told who my visitors were—Security Team. I raced to answer the door. A man and woman stared at me with scowls. “Yes?”
“The psi-dar detected an energy surge in your house, Cardinal Lil,” the man said. “Is everything okay?”
My face warmed, but I tried to give them a relaxed smile. “Oh yeah. I had a little accident, that’s all.”
“Do you need our help?” the woman asked.
Then the entire enclave would know about it. I didn’t think so. “No, thanks. It’s nothing. Really. I already took care of it.”
They didn’t look convinced, but nodded and apologized for disturbing me, then left. Exhaling, I closed the door and headed back to my bedroom. For a moment, I just studied the charred carpet. I could see the guest room under my bedroom through the gaping hole. Those were some serious bolts. Giggling, I mentally checked off energy abilities.
Moving on, I lifted things around the room, starting with lighter then moving to heavier objects until I finished with my bed. Once again, the entire exercise was effortless. All my abilities were heightened, but my connection with the dagger was gone. It didn’t make sense.
I got a wad of sticky notes from my desk drawer and quickly scribbled what I could and couldn’t do, how many months of my memories were gone. On the last pad, I added what I’d told Izzy word for word. Just in case I met the same demons and more of my memories got erased, I’d have these notes for reference.
Feeling better, I went to my closet to get a fresh towel. As I turned to reenter my room, the box tucked away on the top shelf caught my attention.
Instead of heading to the showers, I grabbed it and sat on the lounge. Two manila envelopes were wedged between layers of white packaging foam. A memory teased me, but it disappeared fast, before I could grasp it. I pulled from the last envelope pictures of me with my parents. They were the same pictures that were on the digital frame on my dresser.
I reached for the second envelope. It had VHS tapes inside, which explained the VHS player. Popping one in, I pressed play and watched, smiling at some of my antics, frowning at the others. I was a healthy baby with riotous red hair. Who would have guessed Valafar loved to read to me when I was a baby? But my favorite part was when he videotaped me asleep in my mother’s arms while she read. She had a beautiful voice, yet I couldn’t remember hearing her voice before or watching these movies.
“Hey,” Bran said from my bedroom doorway. In his hand were my beach bag and flip-flops. “I brought your stuff.”
“Thanks.” I pressed the remote control to pause the replay as he dropped the colorful bag by the door and met him across the room. He still wore his swim trunks and no T-shirt. He was all muscles, lean and hard. Beautiful.
“You’re not ready?” he asked.
“I was rediscovering my room, which I obviously changed.”
“So as not to remind you of the one Valafar kept you in on Jarvis Island,” Bran explained. “We repainted the wall, and you even insisted on changing the car…whoa, what happened?”
I winced at his shocked expression. “I tested my powers to see which ones were still working. You think Remy might fix it before Grampa gets home?”
“Sure.” Bran walked to the edge of the hole and peered below. “That’s a big hole.”
“They were big lightning bolts.”
He cocked his right eyebrow at me. “What else?”
“My dagger is not responding to me yet and my other abilities are on hyperdrive. The bolts appeared too easily. I can also slow down my teleport, which is both cool and weird. While we were at the beach, I tried to raise my shield and block emotions from you guys and failed. I think my empathic abilities are over the charts too.”
“That is strange,” Bran said then joined me. “When Solange’s minions attacked you, your powers were drained.”
“And I was okay within twenty-four hours.”
“Maybe that’s all you need for your powers to stabilize. How is your head?”
“It’s getting better, just at a snail’s pace.” I waved toward the TV screen, where the replay was on pause. “Did I ever watch that?”
Bran chuckled. “Over and over again the last few months.”
“And the digital frame?”
“I got that for you and scanned the pictures a couple of months ago. It was a surprise. You loved it.”
Another precious moment gone. “I want my memories back,” I griped.
“You will get them back,” Bran vowed, wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
My heightened senses picked up on everything—the way his warm skin felt against mine, his pounding heart, his scent. But it was more than that. I tapped into his inner feelings without meaning to. He was worried about me, but his love for me shone brighter and purer than anything I’d ever felt. My senses leaped in response.
“We should head to HQ,” he said, leaning back.
“Not yet.” I cupped his face, leaned forward and kissed him. “We need to make some new memories.”
“Lil, we…” his voice trailed off as though he forgot what he was about to say. We kissed, breathing impossible as we got lost in sensations.
How many moments like this had I lost? Would I ever get them back?
Something snapped inside me and I threw my arms around his neck, making him lose his balance. He landed on the lounge with me on the top.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
“No, you’re not.” His eyes went to my lips. “You got me exactly where you want me.”
“You don’t have to sound so tortured about it,” I teased. “I’m making things easy for you.”
“The opposite.” Then he kissed me. Really, really kissed me without holding anything back. The kiss mushroomed into something both scary and exciting. Heat surged through me like a giant wave. I wasn’t sure whether what I felt was my reaction to him, his reaction to me, or a combination of our needs. My wacky empathic senses just soaked it all in until I thought I would explode.
Heat followed his hands across my skin, making me squirm and press against him. Then he tugged the string holding my bikini top and we both froze. Confusion flashed in his eyes as though he wasn’t sure about what we were doing and how we got on the lounge.
“I should go.” He spoke slowly, his breathing uneven against my skin.
“Why?” I whispered, feeling hot and cold at the same time, wanting him to kiss me again, to make me forget all problems, even for just a moment.
Emerald eyes met mine and begged for forgiveness. “Because we shouldn’t be doing this now, not when you got hurt and your powers are off.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
“You have memories of everything we did the last four months, Bran. I don’t. It’s unfair.”
“I know.” He reached behind me and retied the strings of my bikini top. “You can mind-blend with me and retrieve them whenever you like. We will create more memories. I promise.”
I blew out air, closed my eyes then rested my cheek on his chest. His heated skin smelled so good. Of sun and sea. And it bugged me that he was so rational. Why couldn’t he ever let his emotions rule his head? I know he loved me, wanted to be with me in every way. Worse, he was right this time. We couldn’t make out until we were sure about the extent of my injuries, the damage the demons did to my Psi energy. Even the thought of mind-blending with him scared me. What if whatever the demons did to me was contagious and I passed it on to him?
I lifted my head off Bran’s chest and sat up, forcing myself not to stroke his bare chest. He was pure muscles, six-pack, and warmth.
“Are we really going after the demons?” I asked.
“Yes.” A smile filled with anticipation curled Bran’s lips. “Vengeance is the only thing demons respect. We want to catch them while they’re still celebrating and with their guard down.”
A hollow feeling settled in my stomach. Fear was fast becoming my constant companion and it sucked. If facing those demons would help me overcome it, I was in. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Bran grinned. “I’ll tell the others. They weren’t sure you’d want to come with us.”
I bristled. “Why wouldn’t I? I’ll be fine, but we can’t mind-blend.”
A frown chased the smile from his lips. “Why not?”
“The demons probably contaminated my energy, Bran. If I mind-blend with you, I could do the same to you.”
He tucked strands of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about me. I want to do this. You recovered in twenty-four hours when you blended with Lottius. If it makes you feel better, we can give your mind a couple of days to recover then give it try.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he put a stop to that before I uttered a word. He cupped my chin and ran a thumb across my lips. His emerald eyes heated and his head dipped as though to kiss me. Then he stopped, confusion flashing in his eyes.
“I have to go.” He disappeared and reappeared by the door. “Change and head to HQ. Mrs. D is expecting you.”
I shook my head. I should be empowered that I had that kind of effect on him. Usually, I was. Now his behavior just annoyed me.
I took a quick shower, then pulled on the standard hunting clothes—black pants and a matching T-shirt. Inside the bathroom, I studied my reflection. Nothing was out of place. Same slanted green eyes stared at me. Same multi-colored red hair. My skin, inherited from my gypsy grandmother, was more tanned than usual. I couldn’t see any changes to explain my heightened powers.
I hated feeling out of sorts, hated not knowing what surprises my body hid. My father was a nature-bender with unknown lineage, so there was no telling what blood flowed in my veins. Maybe one day I would turn into smoke like a Lazari, grow horns or a tail like a Werenephil, or worse, start craving blood like a Nosferatu.
Hating the direction of my thoughts, I splashed water on my face and teleported to HQ.
“I already dispatched several members of my security team to the island.” Mrs. D, the head of security and my former English lit teacher, said as I entered HQ’s main office. She and Remy frowned when they saw me. I gave them a weak smile, which only made them frown harder. “They’ll keep an eye on the portal in case the demons return. As for the students, I’ll confer with the chairman and see what he decides to do about them. Come here, sweetheart,” she added, beckoning me forward.
She cupped my face and peered at me from above her rhinestone glasses, her colorful bangles jingling. “I was told you fainted while fighting demons.”
I shrugged.
“Shrug all you want, but fainting and memory loss are symptoms of something serious,” she scolded. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay. The bump is gone.” The headache was still there, but no one needed to know that. Remy continued to stare at me with a weird expression.
“And your memories?” Mrs. D asked.
“They are coming back.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. I remembered a dark place.
“Were you holding the dagger when they attacked?”
“I was and now it’s not responding to me.”
“Leave it with Master Haziel.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to be grilled by my trainer yet. He could smell my lies a mile away. At the same time, I couldn’t disobey an order from Mrs. D.
“Where did you say the others went?” Mrs. D asked as I walked away.
“To the library,” Remy said. “They are trying to figure out the words Lil yelled after she fainted.”
“I said something?” I asked, turning to face them.
“Bran and I were creating the fake iceberg islands and weren’t there when you were attacked,” Remy explained. “Sykes said you fell and started talking in the ancient language, but even they can’t agree on what you said. They hoped the librarian might help decipher the words.”
“Ms. Laylah is very knowledgeable and will do whatever she can to help,” Mrs. D said. Laylah had better not give them anything on the Tribe.
Not sure I’d heard Mrs. D’s thoughts correctly, I studied her expressionless face. I didn’t usually hear others’ thoughts unless I eavesdropped, yet her thoughts had floated to me as clear as though she’d telepathed them to me intentionally.
The Tribe. Why did that word sound familiar? I racked my brain for an answer and only made my headache worse. And why would Mrs. D pretend she didn’t know the identity of the demons, or ‘the Tribe’ as she called them?
Civilians in the inner rooms also continued to look our way instead of at their computer screens or the clairvoyant images they were communicating with. Their wariness streamed my way, the distance not lessening the intensity. I raised my shield to shut them out, with little success. Instead, their thoughts trickled through.
The junior Cardinals should be told the truth…
We should go back to Xenith until
this blows over…
If the Cardinals don’t find the Summoners, we are in trouble…
Summoners. The word echoed in my head like a distant memory too. Going on a hunch, I asked, “Have we found the Summoners yet, Mrs. D?”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“The Summoners. Have you found them?”
She frowned. “Where did you hear that word?”
“It just popped in my head. The other word is the Tribe. I know I’ve heard them before, but I can’t remember from where. What do they mean?”
Her eyes narrowed, the pupil slitting like a cat’s. “I don’t know. When you remember where you’d heard them, let me know. Now run along and take that dagger to Master Haziel.”
Liar, I wanted to yell. “So you and the senior Cardinals haven’t identified these demons even though one attacked us a week ago.”
She frowned at my combatant tone and for one brief moment, I thought I’d given myself away. I smiled, but I must not have been very convincing, because she continued to stare at me suspiciously.
“No, we haven’t. With Coronis’ minions on the loose, there’s no telling what new breeds are out there. And yes, the Cardinals have taken to naming new breeds of demons in order to differentiate them from each other. Maybe that’s where you heard those words.” She glanced over my shoulder and added quickly, “Ah, there you are, Cardinal Bran. What did Master Haziel say?”
“He said we can go,” Bran said as he entered the room. He had changed into jeans and a black T-shirt. “But first, he wants to see Lil.”
Mrs. D opened her mouth as though to speak, then humphed. The Cardinals are not going to like this. I must inform them at once. “Okay. We tracked down four Runners, including Mr. and Mrs. Watts.” Her gaze touched the three of us, lingering on me, before it settled on Bran. “Stop by the security room for the crystals.”
I waited until Mrs. D left, then grabbed Bran and Remy’s arms. “Come with me.”
“What’s going on?” Bran asked at the same time as Remy said, “Where are we going?”
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