his eyes, “I’m not only going to use it; I’m going to bring them to their knees!” I smiled and leaned back, mirroring his earlier movements.
He laughed loudly and stood, a frightening light entered his silver gaze. “Finally.”
ELEVEN
I sat on the end of my bed with my legs crossed. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but with Seth staring at me from across the room, it was almost impossible. “Why are you having such a hard time with this?” I was ready to just chuck the whole idea out the window.
“What makes you think I can do this?” It was odd to see him so unsure. “I do not like this, Sweet. What if, for some reason, I can not come back?”
“You’ll come back, stop worrying. It’s really not that hard, Seth.” I closed my eyes, “Besides, you have enough Madea in you now that you could do this on your own. Cripes, you’ve probably had enough power as a vampire to do it. Now stop stalling and light the damn smudge stick.” I huffed out a frustrated breath and tried to relax.
“This smells horrible,” he coughed and choked dramatically, “and it tastes worse.” He set the smoldering herbs on a stone plate in front of my legs.
I opened one eye. “Listen, vampire, you have no right to bitch about how things taste. Now please, stop whining and get up here with me.” I placed my hands on my knees and inhaled the pungent smoke as it circled me. It filled my lungs and I tried again to relax my mind.
The bed dipped with Seth’s weight and I opened my eyes again. “Now, remember, you have to release all sense of self. Any self awareness and Voltaire will latch onto it and all this sneaking around will be nothing but a huge waste of time. Just do what I told you and it’ll go fine.”
“Alright, I understand.” He folded his long legs and placed his hands on his knees just as I had.
“Breathe in the smoke and let yourself go. Remember, no shard of self can remain.” I kept my eyes on him.
“You are doing it again, Sweet.” He closed his eyes.
“What? What am I doing?”
“You can not push me with your assurances one moment then act as if I am made of nothing more than pride and stupidity the next. I am not a child. Now,” he nudged me with his foot, “relax, Grace. Free your mind, I will follow.”
I sighed. He was right, that was exactly what I was doing. I spared him one last glance. He inhaled the smoke and coughed. I laughed and then closed my mouth when he opened one eye and frowned at me.
After only a few moments, Seth’s powerful essence surrounded me, filling me with his strength and the comfort of his blood, our blood. I let go of the last shard of my physical being and together we sent out our collective consciousness. We were no more than invisible threads, searching, and feeling, seeing with our minds.
I gloried in the feeling of winding throughout the desert over homes, inside buildings and out into the city. We crossed dozens of miles with a single thought. And then finally after searching deep into the pits of downtown we were able to find what we were looking for.
The room was dark and musty. I sensed my blood a mere second before Seth did. His awareness rippled through mine and I tried to project calm. My mind filled with his rage causing my essence to waver for a moment. I gathered myself and tried to strengthen my mind, cursing the loss of my physical body. He really needed a kick in the ass.
“Who’s there?” a weak voice spoke from deep within the gloom of the room.
Startled, I searched the room until I came upon a figure chained to the wall. She was filthy and clearly hurting. I looked at her haggard face. Her shaggy blonde hair was a rats’ nest of tangles, her body was thin, and a sickly pale color.
Energy sang through my being as I realized that this was her! This was the woman from my vision.
She was here?
I was instantly on guard. I spread my mind out among the surrounding area. I knew the wolves were close, I could sense them.
When I found Patrick and his pack, I felt like a complete idiot. Club Seachain an Madra. I should have known.
I scanned the wolves mixed throughout the growing crowd of human clientele.