A Barrier alarm explodes in my head.
I gasp, lose my hold?
* * *
?I’m slammed backinto my body.
Sound deafened me, making me gasp.
I fought to breathe, to ground myself back in the room. I’ve always sucked at splitting my consciousness, at least compared to Revik. Still, I was mostly doing it now. The sound I heard in my head was only in the Barrier, not the physical room.
I clicked the rest of the way out, feeling that same sense of loss I always did when I lost my direct connection to that pure, high, blue-white light.
I was back in the world of the gray.
I was back in the world of shadows and lies, where light must be dug out of the crevices, glimpsed past the smoke and mirrors fighting to keep it out?
Allie! Get down!
It’s the one voice that always brings me back.
I dropped.
I fell to a low plank, supporting my weight on my hands.
I panted, half in disbelief that I’d done it. I’d smashed their construct. I could scarcely believe it, even as crystalline fragments continued to rain down whenever I let my consciousness slide into the Barrier. The construct of the Legion of Fire unraveled around me, despite the efforts of their infiltrators to save it.
Looking around, I realized the room had gone entirely dark.
Apart from the flicker of low flames in the fireplaces in the corners of the room, there was no light at all.
Even so, I can feel what Revik felt. Guns are aimed at us.
It hit me that only seconds had passed. Barely seconds. Maybe only one or two.
No one around that table had decided what to do with me yet.
No one had made a sound.
Then an explosion ripped through the outside terrace, blowing hot flames.
Chapter6
Plan B
When the first rounds went off, I rolled out of the plank to my back. I rippled my body like I was in themuleiring on the ship, barefoot instead of wearing high heels.
I leapt up to land on both feet.
Another spate of gunfire exploded around me. I ducked and swerved, moving without thought through the dark.
When I next looked up next, I was halfway under the next table.
Revik crouched next to me, gripping my wrist.
Are they shooting at us?I asked, a little panicked.
He shook his head, once.