“As soon as my magic returns they will. But we don't have to wait for them. I have a way of traveling via magic. I should be able to get us out of here, even with bars between us. Then I can lead them back.”
“I don't know about that,” Rain said grimly. “There's something in the walls and floors—some kind of barrier. I think it's a spell, but I'm not sure. All I know is that I have a tracker on me, but my people still haven't found me.”
“You have a tracker on you?” I looked at him skeptically.
“It's under a flap of skin in my ear.” Rain grinned toothily.
I made a pensive sound, wondering how strong this barrier was. Could it block my connection to my mvarro? What about Danutian magic? I should have asked Everan to come on this mission; he had found me once before when my magic was suppressed. He would have already twisted to me and had me out of there. And there was no way for my men to contact him either, not with him in another realm. Wait, no; I wasn't thinking straight. I needed to calm down and really think about this.
Everan should have been able to feel my fear, even in Danu. Which meant either he assumed I was fine since I was on a mission, or the suppressor had blocked him too—I was betting on the latter. So, his being there wouldn't have made a difference. Although, he would have been able to twist to me as soon as I was discovered. Then I wouldn't have been taken at all, but we also wouldn't have known about this prison. Oh well, there was no sense in worrying over what I might have done differently. There was too much to worry about as it was.
What if I couldn't twist past the barrier? Ever would probably come looking for me if I didn't return to Danu in a few days, but what if his bond to me couldn't get past this barrier either? Or Malik's for that matter? And where the hell did the Chinese or Bishop get such a barrier, anyway? They had to have alien help, and that was especially worrisome. Why would aliens help humans drain supes? And there was something else bothering me.
“They put us right beside each other,” I shared my worry with Rain.
“Yeah?”
“I mean, we're both investigating them. We're not criminals. Why put us in adjoining cells?”
“They probably hoped that we'd compare notes and they could learn what we know.” He grinned. “They just hadn't counted on you knowing Dralmarin.”
“You know, it's amazing how much my aptitude for languages comes in handy.”
“How many do you speak?”
“I've lost count.” I shrugged. “If it exists, I probably speak it.”
“Shit, Amara, you're like a super spy.”
I grinned. At least he hadn't said superhero. Super spy, I could deal with. “A super spy would get us out of here.” I looked around and then back at him. “So tell me everything you know about their security.”
Rain grinned broadly again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
That night, I laid on my thin mattress and tried to fantasize about my husband. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but, as I mentioned, the Fusion allows my kishanos and me to share pleasure. We can see each other and feel each other if we're not physically together, and we can even manipulate each other's bodies or objects nearby—such as a pen. My magic had just returned, awakening me with a rush of power, but Mal's mark was still dormant and I wasn't able to twist—that one, in particular, really surprised me. Danutian magic was powerful; twisting could take me through the Weave of the Worlds, and yet this barrier had stopped me. I was baffled and really pissed. Since Everan hadn't shown up, I was assuming the barrier cut me off from him as well. But I had one more trick up my sleeve.
When I'd been imprisoned by Phantasma, she had implanted a device in my neck that suppressed all my magic, but it hadn't affected the Fusion. I was hoping that Bishop's barrier wouldn't stop it either. It was a long shot, but it would be stupid not to try. The only problem was that to connect to any of my men through the Fusion, I had to get aroused. It would be a difficult task there, with the sounds of sleeping supes around me, but I closed my eyes and thought of Cyprian. As Ruar, my connection with him was the strongest, and he'd be the easiest to reach.
Cyprian. His brilliant white hair falling over tanned shoulders. That mouthwatering, sleek body, muscular but trim. Powerful but elegant. His languid smile. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at me. The way their long lashes fell to partially shield his vibrant green irises. I sighed and slid my hand down my waistband and into my panties, imagining him above me, inside me. That long, pale flesh hardened with his desire, thrusting—
“What the fuck are you doing, Amara?” Rain hissed in Dralmarin.
I jolted out of my fantasy. “Be quiet,” I hissed back. “I'm trying to concentrate.”
“I can smell what you're concentrating on,” he growled, a new tone to his voice—a deep, sexy tone. “Are you fucking crazy?”
I blushed. “I'm married to a Faulin. Our bond allows for communication of a sort, but I have to be aroused for it to work.”
Silence. Then, “Fuck. If I can smell you, the rest of the shifters in here will too. You can't be doing that; it will wake them up and drive them wild. Then the guards will come.”
“If I can get a message to Cyprian, it will help him find us.”
“Fuck,” Rain said again. He let out a long breath. “All right. I'll have to mask your scent with mine.”
“What does that mean?” I whispered.
“Do I have to spell it out, Princess?” he growled. “I'm going to jack off, and I'll have to do it as close to you as possible.”
