Oh my God.
“Uh, Lucky?”
Lachlan comes to my shoulder.“What’s taking so long?”
“We need to talk.”As quick as I can, I open the door and shove Sterling through.“You’ll be safer here.”I pull it closed and focus on turning the pins in the lock.They click and settle into place as the handle rattles from the other side.
It’s Lucky’s voice I hear next.
“So, you’ll fight for her, but not for us.”
Okay, so not a fluke then.“I think I might be telepathic.”
To Lucky’s credit, he takes it in stride, merely looking behind me and asking, “What happened to saving the hostages?”
I feel heat pouring from my cheeks.“It’s like you said, no one is stopping him.”I probably shouldn’t have locked the door behind him, but he’s already escaped once, and maybe now he’ll think twice before he underestimates me.“Now we can go downstairs and finish this.”
He kisses me before I can prepare for it, a quick press of lips that lights me up from tip to toe.“Is it too early to say I love you?”
No.“That can’t be a serious question.”
“You wound me, love.Here we are, two examples of the wondrous mysteries of the universe, and you’re going to doubt the breadth of my feelings for you?”
“You’re going to write a song about this, aren’t you?”
“I feel another Grammy coming on.”
He’s so ridiculous.I’m definitely falling a little.
We run to the elevators, but pressing the call button does nothing.They must be shut down, by either the robbers or the cops, and what has my life become?
The doors slide open easily, and I get a thrill from the pride Lucky turns on me when I manage it without moving.Little does he know, that’s the easy part.
The bad part is that I’m afraid of heights, and it’s bad enough that I can’t even stick my head in to see where the elevator is.What if I lean in and it rushes by and cuts it off?
I catch myself on his arm, lightheaded.Shit.
“Are you all right there?”
Nope.Not even a little.My lungs feel like they’re being crushed slowly, and the room is tilting.No, that’s me, sliding to the ground.
“Fuck, what’s wrong?Was that too much?”
He’s right in front of me now, warm palms checking me for a fever, grounding me.I press my palm to his chest, drinking in the heavy beat of his heart and feeling my own start to slow to match its beat.
“Heights,” I choke out once I can breathe again.
He sags and places his hands on my shoulders; his relief is palpable.“Say the word, and I’ll zap us out of here.”
“No.”Using him as leverage, I push up to standing, keeping my eyes off the open elevator doors.“I just needed a second.I’ll be okay.”
“Mia, please.”The raw pain in his voice is what convinces me.He’s really worried.“Don’t power through if something’s wrong, all right?Promise me you’ll tell me, and we can get out of here.I’ll take you anywhere … anywhere you want to go, but you have to tell me.”
“Yes, of course, I promise.”
“Okay.”He exhales a long breath, shakes out his hands.
I hate seeing him rattled like this.Pulling him into a hug, I close my eyes and concentrate.Every time I’ve used my power, I’ve had the object in sight, but there’s also been this … feeling, a sense of it in the air around me.Maybe if I can reach out with my mind, I can find the?—
