Page 87 of Guardian's Destiny

So fucking homesick, I wanted to cry.

A deep croak escaped me as I took a long, gasping breath. A breath that hurt like hell, and I realized I must have stopped breathing there for too long. What the actual fuck?

"Everybody is working," Vraax continued. Guilt rippled through me. I had no idea how long I had beenout, if that was the word to describe whatever had happened to me. But Vraax must have carried on, continued describing to me what he saw.

I needed to get my shit together. "You are in the village," I said.

"Yes. So happy. Everyone is happy. All the adults have Soulweb Glyphs, and they greet me with smiles and respect."

I swallowed. "Do you have Soulweb Glyphs?"

He tensed for a moment, then said one simple word, or name, " Solaana."

"Is she there?" I didn't feel any animosity toward the woman, only sadness without a clue as to why.

"She is my mate." Pride welled in his voice. "She is you."

What the fuck?

My heart began to hammer heavily, sweat ran down the back of my neck.

"We've always been together. Since the beginning of time." Vraax continued without realizing the anxiety attack storming through me.

Shit, shit, shit.

No way.

This was simply not possible.

My imagination must have…

I closed my eyes and saw the village he was describing. I saw him standing there in all his glory. He was about twenty years younger, but just as broad and muscular as he was now. His hair was longer, held together at the nape of his neck by a leather band. His torso was naked, as were most men's I saw, proudly displaying his Soulweb Glyphs. And no, I didn't look close enough to see if they were the same as they were now; my mind was already in meltdown mode. This was impossible.

Impossible.

I distracted myself by looking at the houses. They were made from rocks and plants, as you would see in pictures and drawings of ancient civilizations. Round, with thatched roofs. Windows and windowsills were even decorated with plants. Crude cobblestone walkways moved through the houses, toward the forest a little in the distance now and while I was at it… I lifted my head, and high in the sky stood a purple sun and the outline of two moons.

Impossible!

"Solaana," he said, and I turned, watching a stunning woman with silver skin, matching Vraax's, walk toward him. She was dressed in a brown gown made from a material similar to his pants. The dress was decorated with what might have been gemstones, carefully sewn into the material. Her hair was black and long, held in a braid slung over her shoulder and reaching down to her hip. Solaana.

She was tall and lithe and beautiful.

Me?

My heart pumped even harder. No, that couldn't be; it simply couldn't.

And yet.

I opened my eyes, holding on to Vraax for dear life. I snuggled my face into the back of his head, kissing his neck to reassure myself he was here and so was I.

Then, determination flooded me. It had always been my driving force, and now I needed it more than ever. I shook Vraax, "Wake up, that damn Arkhevari has some explaining to do."

I knew I wasn't gentle with him. Hell, gentle was the furthest thing from my mind as I readied myself to put a bullet through the damn Arkhevari's head. Well, so to speak. There weren't any bullets there, but that was beside the point.

"Sloane? What?"

I pulled Vraax, none too gently, to his feet and prodded him to the door. I needed my current mood to fuel me and couldn't waste niceties on Vraax right now, no matter how much I loved him. Zapharos needed to know how serious I was.

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