“Okay,” Midnight says, shaky. “Um. If they’re family, I’ll take them.”“And then back to Moon Valley?” I ask, hopeful, knowing that Midnight can do it.Midnight’s eyes fly wide.“We’ll talk about that part of the plan later,” Jesse says, shooting me a warning look. At the same moment, Midnight bares
I do my very best to imitate my mother in this moment, trying to fall into that deep mediative state she uses when she heals people. Because I have to go into my soul now, and into Gabriel’s, to try and help him. Ben – he’s handling the physical healing of Gabriel’s body.But I’m here to concentrate
“There there, little baby,” I murmur, thinking of all the nice soft things my mother would say when we were kids, and we were hurt, or sad, or wanting. “We’ve got you now. We’ll keep you safe.” I take some of the fire and coat my hands with it, brushing it against his face, drying the residue of oil
“Gabe,” my mate says, shaking his head at me and working hard to sit up. “Please, call me Gabe.”He groans, though, and falls back.“Easy, easy,” I say, glancing up at Ben, who nods to me – letting me know that he finished administering the antidote via IV and that it all went well. “Your body is st
Suddenly Jesse’s face goes pale and his words fade as he stares at something behind me. I gasp even as Jackson grabs me to him, pulling my back flush against his chest as he, too, turns. But then my eyes go wide as I shriek with fear at the darkness turning there just outside of my cage, slow and fu
I gasp, my hand pressed to my mouth, as Jackson tenses behind me. A glance at Gabriel lets me know that he feels it too - Jesse pulling on our magic – that we’re experiencing this in a way that the others aren’t. Midnight screams in fear, reaching out for Jesse, only held back by Ben who grabs her w
“Okay, well then let’s go,” Jackson says, all business, pulling me against his chest and reaching out a hand for everyone else.Everyone scurries close and I take a deep breath, looking around to ensure that we’re all here, all touching. When I am sure, I exhale and tilt us all away, the weight of o
Jackson, Gabriel, and I immediately focus on the bedroom door, which is roughly splintered now, just moments from being ripped from it hinges. I squeeze their hands, suddenly thinking that my decision to come back here might be a little rash –Who is on the other side of that door?What are their or