you , sweetness. You weren’t supposed to know about any of this. I was going to show up, have you play Tori’s message, then drive you back to Las Vegas without you realizing I wasn’t human. But Nazerel changed all that. You’re in this now regardless of anyone’s intentions.”
Her mind hung up on one strange phrase. Realizing I wasn’t human . “You’re not human?” The question sounded foolish after all she’d seen. Of course he wasn’t human. What human could do the things these men had done? “Then what are you?”
He straightened, shoulders squared, chin raised to an imperious level. “I’m a Master Level mage from the planet Ontariese. I’m sworn to your protection, which is why I can’t take you home. Nazerel is likely watching your apartment, waiting for your return.”
The sun was bright in a cloudless sky and the temperature was rapidly rising. Without water or any other supplies, she had no hope of hiking out. Unless Las Vegas was significantly closer than Blayne had indicated. She squinted into the distance, but she could see nothing but barren earth and the occasional cactus. Her eyes were stinging and her mouth was so dry she could barely speak.
“ Well, we can’t stay out here without water. At least I can’t.”
Blayne heaved a frustrated sigh. “Nazerel already knows where your sister lives. I suppose it won’t do any harm to take you there.”
“If I don’t show up at my apartment, won’t he ‘flash’ over to Tori’s house?” She regretted the question an instant after it left her mouth. Why was she discouraging him? He’d just agreed to take her to Tori or at least to Tori’s house. They’d be back in civilization where Angie had a far better chance of escaping him.
“We won’t be alone at Tori’s. It gives us better odds.” He held out his hand and waited.
Did he mean Tori would be there or were there other people from Ontariese on Earth? It didn’t really matter. She could trust him or bake in the sun as she tried to walk all the way to Las Vegas. Dread twisted through her gut as her helplessness became ever more obvious. Seeing no other option, she reluctantly took his hand.
Blayne scanned Tori’s house for potential dangers before he materialized with Angie in the living room. Lor’s shielding still protected the compact two story from unwanted visitors, but Blayne knew the Mystic passcode that allowed him to penetrate the barrier. No one was home, not even a sentry patrolling the perimeter. Everyone must be on the ship. Or there had been developments while he was away.
Angie swayed against him, her hands moving to her temples. She wasn’t used to teleporting, so he gave her a moment to acclimate.
Meticulously shielding his transmission, he reached out to Lor. I’ve returned with my passenger, but there were complications. Can you meet me at Tori’s house?
We encountered complications as well. Give me an hour. I’ll brief you when I arrive.
Copy.
He released the telepathic link and found Angie watching him, her big blue eyes wide with uncertainty. Considering all she’d seen, she’d been remarkably composed. Hopefully her cautious yet rational approach would continue. He had no experience dealing with hysterical females.
“ Who were you talking to?” Her hands rested lightly on his chest though she seemed to be steady now.
He started to deny the conversation then realized the futility of the impulse. She already knew he was telepathic. “I let Lor know we’d returned.” He let go of her arms and stepped back. “He’ll be here in an hour.”
“Who ’s Lor?” She walked across the living room and into the adjoining kitchen as she waited for his answer.
Following as far as the wide archway separating the two rooms, Blayne explained, “Lor commands the Mystic Militia. Our current assignment is to apprehend a group of mercenaries called Shadow Assassins.”
She took a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water, then drank