Return of the Warrior by Rebecca York

Author:Rebecca York [Rebecca York]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2007-05-31T21:00:00+00:00

Behind Luke, Sidney made a small sound. “We can’t get in.”

“Not yet,” he answered. It wasn’t Luke speaking. The warrior replied with a kind of confidence that Luke wished he possessed.

Or maybe not. This guy’s tendency to rush off half-cocked had almost gotten them killed.

Quiet, the warrior’s voice spoke inside his head. I must concentrate.

Aye aye, sir. Luke stopped talking abruptly when he felt the warrior narrow his focus.

He picked up a crystal that lay on the desk beside the computer and turned it in his hand.

“What are you doing?” Sidney asked.

“Meditating,” he said in a slow, even voice that was barely a whisper. “Let me focus.”

Zabastian continued to play with the crystal as Luke closed his eyes, shutting out the world, cooperating as best he could with the man who was running the show.

At least at this moment in time, he couldn’t help admire the warrior’s iron will and the depths of his concentration.

Luke had never been one for meditation, but he recognized what Zabastian was doing. He was going into a deep trance that would be impossible for most people.

He felt his consciousness alter, felt himself disappear into a land where few men could follow.

In his perception, he seemed to be walking in a beautiful garden, with flagstone paths wandering through beds of pastel flowers. Was the peaceful and soul-satisfying scene from the warrior’s imagination, or was this a real place he had visited?

He let the man’s feet carry him along, into another area. Now they were in an herb garden, and he trailed his fingers against the leaves of the plants, the scents wafting up toward him. At the same time, he knew that in the real world, one of his hands gripped the crystal and the fingers of the other hand brushed against the letters and numbers of the keyboard. That was part of the process, too.

The garden and the keyboard were one—in some mysterious part of the universe where humans could never travel, except with the power of their minds.

Luke was along for the walk. His lips curved into a smile as numbers and letters formed in his mind.

He touched each of them on the keyboard, committing them to memory in the right order. 43Light.

His eyes blinked open, and he stared at the screen.

“Did you just type 43Light?” Sidney whispered.

“Yes.”

“That’s the address where my friends work,” Sidney said.

He didn’t know why that had turned into the password, but it had done the trick. Before they could discuss it further, a circle appeared in the center of the screen. The word above it said, “Enter.” Only it wasn’t in English—or any language he had ever seen. The letters weren’t Roman or Greek or Cyrillic. They were something much older. A language that had originated on the Indian subcontinent thousands of years ago.

He moved the cursor to the button on the screen and clicked the mouse. Suddenly he was past the first screen and into the Web site—not that it would have done Luke McMillan any good.

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