Page 77 of Enchanted Hero
She tried to analyze the voice, but he spoke too lowly. “No one,” she quickly covered. “How did you get here? Weren’t you just ten stories high…” Her voice trailed off.
He inclined his head, didn’t say anything.
“There wasn’t enough time for the elevator.”
He remained silent.
“Or the stairs.”
More silence.
“Which meant you…” She halted, suppressed a shiver. “Teleported.”
He leaned in. Heat washed over her… and an intense sense of familiarity. Could it be?
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
“You’re impossible,” she breathed.
His expression hardened, yet his gaze never wavered, as he studied her like a predator its prey. “What am I going to do with you, Miss Lacey?”
Her heart sped, stealing the oxygen from her lungs. She pressed back against the wall, felt for the handle. She pushed, but it still held fast. “Well, thank you, for saving my life and all. That was nice of you.” She was rambling. “I’m sure you didn’t expect me to be here, so I’m going to make myself scarce.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
Loud noises sounded from the hallway, from dozens of emergency workers passing all at once. The masked man stared intently at the door, almost as if he could see right through it. “It’s quiet in Stone’s office,” a voice called. “Why don’t you make your phone call there?”
“Sounds good.”
She sucked in air thickened with danger and deception. If they caught him, it would all be over. “You have to get out of here,” she cried.
“Yes, we do.”
The knob behind her clicked as someone attempted to turn it. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against a rock-hard body. She struggled, but there was no escape from his powerful grip. Then suddenly…
The world exploded in diamonds.
Everleigh clung to her captor, clutching him like a lifeboat on a stormy sea. Flashes of light burst all around them, as the room melted in a display of fireworks. Suddenly, a new reality emerged. Gone was the modern office, the sleek televisions, the state-of-the-art computers, replaced by a grand sitting room reminiscent of a historical romance novel. The scent of rich wood replaced the sterile office smell, and the chill of the office succumbed to warmth from a crackling fireplace.
“You’re okay,” a deep voice whispered above her. “You’re safe.”
“Where am I?” She tried to move back, even as he held her securely in his arms. “Did I just… did you just… teleport?”
His blue eyes flashed. Then a single word. “Yes.”
“But… but teleportation is impossible.”
“As you said, I am impossible.”
Her attention snagged on the large picture window, and she gasped. Beyond the large portal, majestic mountains soared to the sky, framed by the sea andcliffs. “There aren’t any cliffs like that in Florida.”
“We’re no longer in Florida,” he murmured.
“The United States?”
He shook his head.
“Earth?” she whispered.
