Page 68 of Gates of Rapture
“I’m still stunned by that experience of possessing Fiona and battling Jean-Pierre with a sword.And when I allowed the triad’s power to really infuse my movements, then I became a blur of speed.”
“Were you ever afraid you would wound Jean-Pierre?”
“No, never.You can’t imagine the amount of control the triad has.It was amazing.I’m still in shock.”She looked around.
“Now what’s wrong?”
She shook her head.“I don’t know if it’s just a residual effect from all the practice today, but my obsidian power is vibrating.I keep trying to intuit the problem, but I’m getting nothing.I just have this feeling…”
He moved to stand in front of her.“What can I do?”
She looked up and put her hand on his hip.“That’s exactly what I needed to hear.Thank you.The funny thing is, I’m not sure.I feel like I’m supposed to do something, but I don’t know what.I guess I’m a little wound up.”
“Why don’t you try contacting either Fiona or Marguerite?”
“I’ve been thinking about it, but it was such a long day for everyone.”
“I think you should anyway.”
She nodded, then closed her eyes.Her shoulders rose and fell, and she grew very still.He didn’t move, either.He didn’t want to disrupt the communication.
Finally, she seemed to relax and opened her eyes.“It was so easy to reach Marguerite.I just thought her name, and suddenly she was there.I wish you could have heard her.She was practically screaming at me, ‘What’s wrong, what’s wrong?’”Grace laughed.
“What did you tell her?”
“Actually, I asked her to hop in the future streams because I was feeling uneasy.She said that was good enough for her and that she’d get back to me.”
“Good, that’s good.”
Grace rose to her feet.“It’s probably nothing.I’ll go take my shower, but don’t go far.”She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
“I’ll be right here.”His chest felt warm and very full.He could see by the light in her eye that she had something cozy on her mind.He was definitely game.
He almost suggested he join her in the shower, but he had a few things to check out first.He looked around the room.Then he felt it, too.Something didn’t feel right.He wondered if Casimir was around causing some sort of mischief.
He heard the shower running.Grace started humming, and the sound gripped his heart in the nicest way.He could feel the water on her skin, her hands soaping up, then rubbing over her shoulders, her arms, her breasts…
Okay, he had to shut that down because he knew if he didn’t, he’d be heading back to the bathroom.He ordered his mind and found that with a little effort, he could block some of her physical sensations.He really did need to check in with the colony’s Militia Warrior HQ to see how things were going.
But as he folded his phone into his hand, his sense of uneasiness increased, though he couldn’t say why.His cabin was a significant distance from the main portion of the village.
He turned the lamps off in the bedroom so that the only light in the room was the glow from the bathroom.
Grace was suddenly in his mind.Marguerite said the Seattle Colony will be under attack.
When?
Anytime.
I’ll let HQ know.
He moved to the large window to the left of the bed and pushed back the curtain to look outside.No movement except the wind in the fir trees.He looked down at his phone.It was only eight in the evening.He thumbed, then located the colony’s HQ phone and tapped the screen.
The phone rang.
The hidden colony HQ had a small working grid that constantly checked the perimeter throughout the mountainous terrain.A second grid checked the space beneath Diallo’s dome of moss-based mist.
There was no answer.
