Lightning Game (GhostWalkers #17) -Christine Feehan Page 0,120
neck stood up. She felt energy, white hot, swirling like her life’s blood flowing through her veins. That feeling of power was familiar to her. Around her, dimly, she heard shouts. Men scrambled. She saw them, although her vision was different, not at all her usual eyesight. This was like a veil of silver over everything.
Her captors were running, looking over their shoulders back at her, and she could make out the fear on their faces. They were fast too, little blurs as they ran. Still, they gave off energy now, where before it was so low it was difficult to even pick up on. Now the energy surged fiery and fierce, great dark streams of it rushing to her, as if she were a magnet, collecting from all of the men, feeding the bright white-hot storm inside her.
“Jonquille.” Sean’s voice was calm. “What’s wrong? Tell me what upset you.”
She turned her blurred, silvery-blue vision on him. He was the last man standing. He was alone, one hand up as if to placate her. In spite of his calm exterior she could see the lines of strain around his eyes and mouth.
“Experiments.” She could barely get the word out. “Get away from me.” She needed open ground to make everyone safe. “Not running.” She wouldn’t break her word. She indicated to him that she was going toward the one clearing so she could get out in the open.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him turn toward Hudson and Andrew. Yeah, she’d been right about the two men. They were the ones that could read her. Maybe it wasn’t so easy when her mind was consumed with chaos, with the need to explode with the buildup of blazing energy. Anyone coming near her would be killed. It was that simple. She was trying to save lives, not run away.
Her legs were so rubbery, not at all steady and sure as they’d always been. She could barely trust them. Without thinking she reached out to him. Rubin. It was a cry for help.
The moment she did, she felt the two men go on alert. “She’s trying to contact him. Rubin Campo.” Hudson ratted on her immediately.
“She sounds very distressed,” Andrew said. “Very. I’ve never heard her like that. She’s always in control. Let her talk to him. We can’t stop what’s happening. She’s trying to protect us. We can’t help her walk, and she’s definitely struggling to do that. That damn drug is the problem, Sean. It’s affected her muscles.”
Jonquille forced her mind to concentrate on just getting one foot in front of the other. She couldn’t think about the buildup of electricity and how the white-hot energy was zipping in circles around her midsection in a fiery display like the Fourth of July. She had to get away from the trees. From humans. She couldn’t start a forest fire or kill these men. She didn’t know if they were good men or bad ones yet.
Just his voice allowed her to take a real breath, drawing air into her burning, raw lungs. Having trouble walking. Drug messed me up. Is there a way for me to combat it? Don’t want to hurt anyone. So close to drawing the lightning.
She kept walking, but she was like a blind drunk, stumbling, going to her knees, struggling to stand and then managing one or two steps before going down again. Her stomach lurched and her head felt like it might shatter with each step. All the while that energy built the power in her body so that the two sides, power and utter weakness, clashed and fought for supremacy.
You have a reservoir of healing in you, Jonquille. You saw how it worked. Pass your palm over your legs. Keep your palm about an inch from your skin. Visualize what’s wrong and repair it as you go. That will get you up faster than anything. Once you release the energy, you can heal the rest of you.
Rubin. She whispered his name again, as if holding on to him. She felt that if she let him go, she would lose him.
You can do this, my little lightning bug. I’ll come for you, no matter where they take you, I’ll come for you. We all will. Every single Ghost-Walker. That’s a promise. So, whoever is listening, you might want to tell your boss I’ll be coming for him. For all of you.