Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,107
better now that it’s over?” he asked.
“Yes, I do.” She blew out a breath. “I gotta pee, though. The intensity is always too much for my bladder.”
Harper chuckled. “I’ll come with you. I’m potty training Asher, so I take him to the toilet every now and then to keep on top of it.”
Keenan nodded, taking his mate’s hand in his. “Larkin and I will escort you.”
Larkin put down her soda and crossed to them. “Ready when you guys are.”
He stayed in the front while Larkin took up the rear as all five of them exited the VIP box. They headed down the empty hallway toward the restrooms. Hinges creaked as a door up ahead of them opened, and a small child stepped out.
Unbelievably fast, Lane raised his hand and sent out a stream of magnetic energy. A stream that careened toward Asher.
Everyone acted at once. Larkin pushed Harper and Asher to the floor and snapped out her wings to help shield them. Keenan tackled Khloé to the floor and covered her with his body.
But the blue steam soared toward Asher, as if it was destined to hit whatever it was aimed at. Asher didn’t pop up his protective shield. Something black and oily seemed to splutter out of the little boy’s hand, and that “something” crashed into the stream and seemed to … consume it, turning it just as black, and rushed toward Lane. It poured into his eyes, nose, and mouth, making his head jerk back. Thea’s son then promptly blacked out and hit the floor.
Before anyone could react, Thea appeared in front of Lane, gripped his arm, and teleported him away.
Everyone jumped to their feet, looking from Asher to the spot where Lane and Thea had just been.
“What in the everloving fuck just happened?” demanded Khloé.
“I don’t know,” said Harper, examining Asher closely.
“Is he okay?” asked Keenan. The kid was pouting but otherwise looked fine.
“Not sure,” replied Harper. “I don’t understand what—” She cut off, her eyes widening. “Khloé, behind you!”
Keenan spun just as Thea looped her arm around Khloé’s neck and teleported away.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Shock numbed Keenan for all of three seconds, blanking his thoughts. Then reality hit him like a blow to the jaw. His demon roared, and his mind lunged for hers. Khloé?
Oh, I’m gonna murder the shit out of this bitch. Khloé hissed in pain, and a weak vibe of dizziness touched his mind. Mother—Her voice cut off with a crackle, as if their mental frequency had been jammed somehow.
His heart slammed against his ribcage. Khloé? Khloé?
Nothing but white noise.
He spat a curse. “Something’s blocking my telepathic connection to Khloé—all I can hear is a faint crackling.”
Rubbing Asher’s back, a pale Harper said, “I can’t reach her either. It’s like there’s psychic interference of some kind.”
Keenan glanced around him, as if there would be a clue as to what was happening or where his mate might be. He dragged his hands through his hair. “I have to go fi—”
Fire roared to life beside Harper, hot and bright. The flames died away, revealing Knox and Levi. Keenan could only assume that Harper had called out to her mate.
Radiating fury, Knox took Asher into his arms and held him close as he looked him over. “What exactly just happened?”
Keenan gave him a quick recap and then scrubbed a hand down his face. “I can’t reach Khloé telepathically—something’s blocking the connection. But Thea can’t teleport far. I might be able to find them.”
“I can see that you’re eager to go out searching for Khloé, but that’s not the best move,” Knox told him.
Keenan bristled. He felt his face go tight and wouldn’t be surprised if his skin looked like it had been stretched tight around his skull. “Knox—”
“Just hear me out. Thea may not be able to go far in one teleport, but she can ‘hop’ from place to place with that ability. There’s no saying where they are. Your best bet is to contact Khloé.”
“I told you, I’ve tried. So has Harper. It didn’t work.”
“Yes, but there’s someone who probably will be able to reach her, because they’re so interlinked with each other that no number of psychic blocks could keep their minds from connecting.”
Keenan frowned. “Teague?”
“No. Ciaran. Twins often have their own frequency, and it’s often far too strong to jam.”
Harper’s brows lifted. “You’re right. Let me call out to Grams and Ciaran.”
“Tell them to meet us at our home,” Knox said to her. “Asher will be safer there.”