Page 79 of Sapphire Flame
Once more, she moved well away from Landris, knelt in the sand and opened her wolf up even farther. This time, she kept concentrating until she could feel her wolf to the top of her head and all the way to the bottom of her feet. In that sense, she was her wolf, or at least as much as she ever could be.
The sensation was like having two pairs of eyes. She was seeing the world around her in a kind of double vision, yet each was clear.
With her wolf fully intact, and the spell in a mental box, she kept her emotions in tight check. She opened herself to the future: Her studio, but in nineteen minutes.
What she experienced amazed her. With her wolf serving as protection, the spell remained fully functional and she gave herself to the future. She took deep breaths and watched as the door to her studio opened.
Kryder walked through.
Though her heart set up a racket, her wolf had command of her and she held the images as well as her emotions in tight control as she let the future run. Kryder moved like a serpent around her studio, gliding in levitated flight, picking up objects here and there.
She realized, however, that he must have been there often. He’d been tracking her for years, so why wouldn’t he have invaded her studio?
At this thought, her heart began to calm down. What rose instead was a new determination to do all she could to rid Five Bridges of this menace.
She grew very calm and watched the man who had stolen her family from her forever, who had brought her on purpose into Five Bridges as a powerful fae, who no doubt had plans for her.
His phone rang, and he answered it. “Do you have her?” He smiled. “I’ll be there in a few.”
His movements slowed, he lifted his head and stood more upright. He then closed his eyes. Was he communicating with someone?
She watched him carefully, taking in who he was by his posture, his clothes, the size of his arms. He was a big man. Though he was Grant’s height, Kryder outweighed him muscle-for-muscle by at least fifty pounds. It was no wonder Grant hadn’t challenged Kryder to a sandpit dominance match.
His face, as scarred and pitted as it was, looked like it had been through a war.
For several seconds, she felt a sinking sensation. How were she and Grant supposed to battle this monster-of-a-man?
When he opened his eyes, he turned and looked in her direction, almost as though he could see her. But he didn’t quite make eye-contact, so she knew it wasn’t possible.
His smile was slow. Aloud, he said, “Tell Grant she’ll be dead in fifteen minutes. The youngest, that is. He’ll know what I mean.”
He then laughed, waved an arm then vanished.
