Page 210 of Icy Cold Death

Here.

I need to mate. I need this. For some reason, something happened when I was in the static. I feel different. God! It’s too much!

She stared into his eyes, and saw the fear in them.

Bishop didn’t know how to help him, but she knew Ridge couldn’t.

This was going to be raw, rough sex, and the man didn’t sign on for that.

She did.

It looked as if she was going for a ride.

I thought I was okay.

“What did you say to Oracle?” she asked. “What were you talking about?”

It took everything he had to find the memory.

I told her I wished I could go deeper into the static, so that I could see more. I wanted to know what was coming so I can protect my family.

Uh-oh.

There was the tinkling of Oracle’s laughter, and it washed over them.

Oh, Jesus.

What the hell?

Something happened. This isn’t me. I feel like another eye is opening. I’m hyper aware.

Well, shit.

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she did know that the last time something bad went down in the static, she’d gone into labor.

And he’d apologized.

It seemed she was about to go into the storm with him because someone had to do it.

He howled in her mind again, and the pain was palpable. It sucked that it was all in her head. For some reason, he was able to talk to her like this.

She wasn’t sure how.

I need you, Bishop. I need an anchor. I feel like I’m falling back into the static.

That’s when she heard it again, but this time, it was louder.

It was that same laughter, and she would know it anywhere.

Oracle.

“Avalon! What have you done?” she asked.

There was gentle reassurance.

I only showed him how to open his gift up so he could do what he wanted. Now, he needs you. Submit. His gift has grown. He’s not going to be able to control it. He’s going to need help until he learns how to handle it.

Well, that didn’t sound good.

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