Page 26 of Bad Moon Rising
She dropped his hand. Her forehead crinkled. “Yes. It was breathtaking.”
A new smile touched Dom’s lips, something she suspected didn’t happen often. He drew her to stand. “Come. Let us find out your last memory.”
“We do it here,” Roman ordered. “Don’t you dare.”
Dom wove his arms, grabbed her hand. In a blink, she felt herself compressed on all sides and sucked into an energy wave.
“Don’t take her somewhere else,” Roman roared. “Stay.”
“Roman!” she screamed, reaching for him. She watched him in the distance as if looking through a small window.
“Damn it.” Roman slammed his hands down on the desk.
Chapter Six
The air was stale. Not as fresh as she’d expect when standing in the middle of a field. The trees swayed. Yet, her hair didn’t move. “This isn’t real.”
“No. It’s a suspended dimension, one of your choosing.” Dom scanned their surroundings, uncertainty flashing in his gaze. “Does this seem familiar to you?”
“Where’s Roman?” She whirled around.
“Do you have any powers? Something beyond lycan? Something you discovered since you woke up?”
At least her gut had been correct not to trust Dom. He’d gotten her away from Roman to find this out. Whatever else he wanted from her that required Roman’s absence, he wouldn’t get.
“Bring him here.” She crossed her arms. An almost imperceptible vulnerability passed across his face. Or maybe it was recognition. “Do you know me? As in, did you know who I am but didn’t want to say anything in front of Roman?”
“Your powers?” he repeated.
“You do know me.”
“You and I have never met.”
“Is this why you didn’t touch my bare skin?” She cocked her head and watched the emotion in Dom’s gaze. “Does it scare you to know I can see your death if I touch you?” The balance of power shifted. “You are scared of your own death? Interesting.”
As a side note, she wondered why she still hadn’t seen Roman’s death. Maybe the ability didn’t work on lycans. Or, Roman didn’t die?
“Death doesn’t frighten me. I’ll die when it’s time for me to die. It’s not time.” He crossed his arms. “I don’t want someone else knowing how it might happen.”
With a hand outstretched toward him in threat to touch him, she ordered, “Bring Roman here.”
“Not yet. Can you do anything else?”
“Like what?”
“Your marks indicate your magic is fine-tuned. This isn’t Wiccan magic or dark arts. This is elemental magic. My type of power. You shouldn’t be capable of this unless someone in your line was a mage. That’s…” He added on a whisper, “Unheard of.”
“Why? Is there some sort of no-interspecies-baby rule in lycan society?”
“Yes. Plus, they despise magic, especially elemental magic. Distrust it. So you and any magical relatives would’ve been isolated. You would’ve been hidden from others. Maybe that’s why you erased your memory—you were hunted and want to forget the magic? Create a blank slate, in essence, to be more normal in lycan society.”
She almost caught his forearm before he yanked it away. “Bring Roman here.”
With wave of Dom’s hand, Roman appeared. His bangs were wet with sweat, and he spun around, blinking.
“What happened?” Roman glanced between them.
“You’re lucky, Nova, that whoever directed you to that particular lycan chose wisely.” Dom crossed his arms and maintained his distance from her.
