Tree Of Souls (Transfusion Saga #6) - Stephanie Hudson Page 0,40

there had been little point highlighting this fact, not when it would merely antagonize the situation between us. For Dom may have had no choice but to accept my claim, but that didn’t mean things between us wouldn’t remain tense for a while.

Which was why the moment every fucking lead ran cold, I’d had no choice but to enter her Void. The part of a mind that enabled me to control a person and it was one that I had refrained from entering in a very long time.

However, years ago, I would do this by simply whispering the scenes I wanted her to see, not needing even half the amount of energy to do so. For in the early days, I had done this to ensure that she would dream of me. That I would remain a permanent figure in her mind. It may have been a cruelty, teasing her with thoughts that she believed she could never have, but at the time it was a necessary evil. For I needed to continue to be a constant in her life and this was the safest way I could think to do that. At least until I could finally become a constant in the physical sense.

But during the time I had been absent from her dreams, it seemed as though she had grown in her strength in shutting me out. I could quite honestly say that I had never struggled to control anyone before as I did only minutes ago, for even her mother’s mind had been easier to access in her dreams all that time ago. Making me question if this gift had been passed down from her mother?

Even with the witch, there was nothing there but an impenetrable wall facing me. There had been nothing for me to access, telling me it was a spell that was hiding the Voids of both herself and that of her growing army. But with Amelia, there were holes in her defenses, ones only there as she slept.

Now the getting in had been the easy part. No, it had been remaining there that had been the real battle facing me and giving me no other option but to fight for the right. But then, whilst I was there, I knew all I needed was a single clue. Just one. Which had me hoping for a hotel logo on top of stationery, a welcome pack or Hell, a chocolate on her pillow would have been enough, just so long as it had the name of the place she was staying on it. But then when that came up empty, I knew I had to push her to the window so I could see for myself if there was a sign or anything. And that was where I had hit my jackpot.

Which was why I walked right inside his office without knocking and demanded,

“I need a helicopter here and ready to go as soon as possible.” Dom heard this and he was out of his chair in a heartbeat. Keira, who looked as if she was being torn apart emotionally, also now stood from the sofa she had been dozing on.

“You have found her?!” she asked quickly, at the same time her husband growled,

“Where?” Which was the only question that mattered to him. This was naturally because he feared for her safety nearly as much as I did, something we had both discussed at length. Especially after seeing for ourselves that the witch was obviously still not done with her.

“I am waiting on the details, but she is near a place called Kingston Plaza.”

“How do you know this?” Keira asked me with a questioning frown, but I didn’t have time for a lecture on moral code so told her,

“I have my ways.”

“It matters not, only that we get our daughter back,” Dom said having my back as we had come to an understanding, he and I. Our priority was solely to get Amelia back. Now, as to our own personal issues, well they would have to take a backseat.

“You need to make her listen, you need to make her understand…maybe I would be better…”

“No!” I snapped before Keira could try and convince me that she was better at handling this.

“You’ve already spoken to her and it achieved nothing,” I reminded her, unable to keep the annoyance that knowledge brought me after the conversation they’d had with her finally came to light.

“But…”

“No buts, Keira, Luc is right and as her Chosen, then it is his decision.”