I could see them. They weren’t tiny, though. They were huge, angry, glowing, and trying to pull the skin open and keep it open. “Oh…”
Ba-boom. Flash.
I flinched but started weaving a little pouch of orange and yellow.
Ba-boom. Crash!
The pouch grew strong.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba—
“Kimber?”
“I can see it. It’s contained. I feel your heart…”
Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
“You’re so deep in the magic…” I could hear his amazement in his voice. “Careful, don’t go too much further.”
I brought my hand up to look at it.
There was a flicker on my wrist, a mark that faded in and out. It wanted to stay but couldn’t.
Missing.
“Is she relaxed?” That was the doctor.
“She’s… flickering… in the magic…”
Ba-boom.
But no echo this time.
I wanted the heartbeats together, but the more frantically I pulled them toward each other, the more they were out of sync. I couldn’t stop them. I could get them—
“This is…. as far as… pain will go.”
The chamber was dark. Warm bodies all around me.
Ba-boom!
Hearts but not together. No. I must have them together.
I felt warm breath on my cheek.
“Kimber…” Dorian was there again.
The words hissed out of me. “Soul mates.”
“Kimber Raven, you’re in the throes of a vision.”
Not a vision. No, definitely a vision.
The room was warm. Comfortable. I was wrapped in male bodies. It felt so much like our bed. Like they had left me in a cloud of sexual bliss.
“Soul mates,” I breathed again.
“No, Kimber. It’s prophecy.”
