THE SMELL OF SALT ON the air confused me and I blinked, eyes blurry and sleep clogged, while my mind refused to tell me what the hell was going on. The low wooden ceiling I stared at looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it, yet. Then the room swayed and I gasped, throwing my arms out for a hold on anything. Sheer panic hit when my brain registered it. I sat abruptly and cracked my head on the top of the berth bed. 'OW!'The panic subsided to some extent with the ringing of my head and I stumbled out of bed before freezing when the room tilted again.The same room.Everythingexactlythesame.Oh god, no, no please no, my gut clenched in horror when my scrambled brain seized on the idea that I'd dreamt it all. The door creaked open and I gasped a sob, eyes filling with tears while I stared miserably at Ignatius.'Love?'I gulped in shock and frantically blinked the tears away, barely daring to breathe. Alek's navy eyes watched me, a warm smile spreading on his gorgeous face.
AFTER HAVING HER SO OUT of it for the trip back to the ships, it felt fantastic to see Cat really awake. Alek held her hand high while helping her up the stairs but before she could step out onto the deck, jerked her back so her chest hit his.'Behave yourself,' he growled in mock anger and with a quick glance over her shoulder to check the others weren't within view, scooped her up so to kiss her firmly. She flushed, nearly sparking with annoyance and frustration when he set her down and smacked at him.'Damn you,' she grumbled and he grinned, squeezing her ass.'Payback.'The voices of the others caught her attention and her small hand found his. Alek lifted it to his lips, touched to see the glimmer of tears at the gesture.'No, kitten,' he said softly. 'No tears now. We've won. It's all done.'They walked out onto the deck, fingers entwined and rounded the corner to the open area of the main deck. Loushka, sprawled in the evening sun with Kerak, and Phroma, lifted her head an
LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT MADE me uncomfortable as Alek casually arranged the meal. Mainly because I knew that's what we sailed back toa life with servants and massive responsibilities.And no Yakov, I thought, feeling a weird mix of grief and betrayal. He'd been such a fantastic advisor, so genuineor so it seemed. Yet he'd been personally responsible for my parents' deaths, directly aiding Jenviet. I wonder what Al will tell Elena? I almost shuddered. What an awkward thought and there appeared such a genuine attraction too, on Elena's side at least.I pushed the thoughts away when the smell of food reached us, my stomach rumbling in approval. The cooks brought out a range of dishes, all simple but it looked like far too much for our small group. Still, it surprised me, how much I managed to eat.'I'm looking forward to red meat,' I commented while working my way through another fish dish.Alek shrugged and winked at me. 'I'm just enjoying food.'It wasn't said with anything other t
Book Four: AwakeningIT STARTED WITH A SOUND. Asleep in bed, Elena thrashed as the sound grew, a mounting pressure against the inside of her skull. Her eyes snapped open, unseeing, as an image of a face angular, pale and feminine filled her mind. The image screamed for mercy, voice pitching higher and higher. Hands curled claw-like Elena's breath came short and fast at the pain. With a muffled 'pop' the sound and sensations evaporated. Elena woke gasping for breath and lurched upright. Her chest convulsed as she choked on the sudden intake of air. The thin nightgown she wore stuck to her clammy skin with sweat running beneath the long plait down her back. Tears squeezed out while she fought against coughing as her head rang in pain with each harsh hack. Finally, she caught her breath and leaned back against the headboard with a shuddering sigh of relief. Across the room, the mirror on her dresser began to glow.'Ellie!' Verani's voice sounded hoarse.'Wait,' Elena called out in a
THE COOL BREEZE THAT WHISPERED through the narrow windows caused his skin to prickle, the hairs on his arms stiffening. Alek breathed in the salty sea air, relishing the taste. Beside him, face tucked against him her breath warming his skin, Cat slept. Another breeze blew through the room and she flinched. Her lips moved briefly then she hunched closer against him, her hands half curled above and below her breasts.Without meaning to his energy expanded while he watched her, his eyes and mind involved in absorbing every inch of her face. The twitch of a well-defined red brow, the flutter of lashes against her pale skin, and those almost sharp cheekbones smattered with freckles. Her lips, soft and just parted, revealed a glimpse of teeth. Her nose wrinkled then she sniffed the tip of her nose wriggling when a strand of hair tickled past. The hair glinted ruby in the angled morning light from the windows. He brushed it back when she made a restless gesture against him.The gold energy
ACROSS THE DECK, TRYING TO take what heat she could from the sun Loi shaded her eyes and peered across at the sound of Kassie squealing. Rumal appeared to be teasing her friend who looked ridiculous in all the layers of clothing she wore. Seated beside her, Sabyn let out a tired sigh and opened his eyes, looking across too then back to Loi. 'How can she wear all that? She'll smother.'Loi smiled and reached out tucking her arm under his, folded across his stomach. 'She's Malay, even in full summer in New Zealand she'd be wearing more layers than us. I don't mind the cold at all, makes me think of Scotl--' The word died in her throat.'What?' Sabyn opened his eyes again a concerned frown rippling across his forehead, body stiffening beneath her hand. 'What's wrong?'She looked at him, a sense of shock and dismay running through her. 'I'm not Scottish- I've never been Scottish.' Just saying it, hearing her own voice, the burr to her tone the roll of the r's it sounded ridiculous to
THE ROOM RANG WITH SILENCE. Ada stared resolutely at the dress before her as she made various adjustments while ignoring the Countess Stranson's soon to be mother-in-law. The older woman made another 'humph' when Ada pinched at the back of the dress drawing the fabric in to fit tighter, watching as it smoothed out beautifully.'What?' snapped the Countess, colour flushing up the back of her neck.'You're looking too thin, Eyress,' the Grand Duke of Qua'tai's mother admonished.'It's perfectly normal prior to one's wedding,' the Countess retorted.Ada nodded unintentionally while she pinched at fabric on the other side then winced when the Dowager Grand Duchess' voice cracked out.'Do you agree then, Fabricer?'Ada sat back on her heels and tried to ignore the heat that flared up her checks. She attempted the flat gaze she'd practiced in the mirror and said in an indifferent tone, 'I beg pardon.'The older woman's forehead creased and her lips pursed. She met Ada's eye for a mome
'TWO! I CAN SEE TWO ships!'Lieutenant Patel looked up from the spread of maps across the table to see the Rodhite lookout officer galloping down from the cliff edge that hung over the shore meters below.'Are they ours?' he demanded, moving a paperweight on top of the maps before ducking out of the tent and walking toward the centaur.'They look right.' The officer offered an arm to Patel who seized it, swinging up onto the centaur's broad back. Around them the thickly spread cavalry all shifted positions, trying to get a better view. At the cliff edge the officer turned sideways. They stared out. The two ships appeared as if suspended on the horizon, perched at the edge of nothingness. Patel took the offered telescope and lifted it to his eye. It brought the ships into sharper perspective though not enough to state for sure either way.'Can you tell?' asked the officer.'Not yet,' Patel answered with a growl of impatience. 'Come on! Put up the sail!'The other soldiers gathered