has not served any of us. Now I will find her and we end this. Finally and at last, we end it.”
Rune stared at him for a long moment before nodding agreement. Torin didn’t care whether his fellow Eternal shared his sentiments or not. Nothing mattered now but Shea Jameson. And may the gods protect whoever was trying to keep her from him. Because Torin was devoid of mercy.
He set one hand on the railing and vaulted over the balcony. He landed softly, just beyond the bush that had obviously broken Shea’s fall. Idiot woman, did she not realize what she risked by putting her own life in danger? Did she really believe that the humans of this world were more trustworthy than her Eternal?
Chapter 6
More scared than she’d ever been, Shea fought back as strong hands grabbed her and dragged her off her feet. Before she could take a breath to scream, a heavy hand dropped over her mouth. She tried to bite it, but failed.
“Lock her down!” A different voice, deeper, whispered the command. More than one man was circling her, touching her, wrestling her to the ground.
“Watch her hands!” someone else muttered viciously.
Her hands. The energy pulse. The fire. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but she wasn’t going to allow them to hurt her, either. She lifted both palms, but dropped them again when she was slapped so viciously that her head snapped to one side and tears spurted from her eyes.
Still, she kicked out wildly, and in her blind attempt to free herself, connected with someone. She heard a grunt of pain. Then another man grabbed her ankles and held her still. Shea bucked in their grasp, writhing and struggling, but they were too strong and there were just too many of them.
Fear rose up fast and thick inside her. Her mind raced and her heart beat so frantically, she felt as though it would pop out of her chest. She’d been caught. Before she’d made it a mile from Torin’s home, she’d been found and trapped. And if she didn’t think fast, she was going to disappear at someone else’s hands.
Something cold draped around her neck and even while she struggled, Shea sensed a weight dropping onto her soul. She felt heavy, leaden. Her body wasn’t affected by whatever they’d done to her, but her soul was being crushed. She tried to lift her hands, but couldn’t find the will. The spark of energy she’d felt that afternoon when she’d faced the mugger was blocked up inside her, struggling, as she was, to escape.
“Stupid witch,” one of the men whispered, so close to her ear that she felt his hot breath on her skin, “you think we’ll give you a chance to fry us the way you did that poor bastard today?”
Oh, God. “I didn’t—”
Someone slapped her again, but she couldn’t see who. It didn’t matter. They were all against her. All of them working in concert to keep her from escaping. They might as well have been one entity. In the darkness the men surrounding her were merely darker shadows. Moving, constantly moving, as if they were being careful to not make themselves targets.
She couldn’t hurt them—and they knew it, so their caution was simply born of their underlying fear. That she understood. Hadn’t she been living with ripe, glorious fear for more than ten years herself? Hadn’t she jolted at every knock on the door? Every ring of the phone? And what good had any of it done her?
She’d still ended up here, a captive lying in the dirt, with strangers’ hands moving over her as she lay trapped. Whatever “power” she might have had was asleep. And she wished to hell it wasn’t.
Yes, this afternoon she’d killed a man with magic and had been sorry for it. Now, she would give anything to have that power at her command. She had to get away. And there was no chance of escape now. That strong hand stayed cupped over her mouth while she was forced onto her stomach. Bits of dirt and gravel dug into her face. Her arms were wrenched behind her back and a plastic zip tie was fixed around her wrists, digging painfully into her skin.
She moaned and squirmed against the restraints until a new voice entered the fray and Shea stilled to listen.
“It’s her, isn’t it?” A woman’s voice, excited, breathless. “I was right. I knew it, I told my husband when I saw her at that man’s