Surrender (THE DRAGONFLY CHRONICLES) by McCollum Heather

Surrender (THE DRAGONFLY CHRONICLES) by McCollum Heather

Author:McCollum, Heather [McCollum, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, fantasy, sensual, magic, Victorian
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc
Published: 2013-08-24T21:00:00+00:00


Chapter Ten

Floating in a thick pool of black, Kailin surrendered to the comfort of oblivion. In oblivion there is no time, just quiet comfort and sameness. If boredom surfaces, the mind is ready to wake. Kailin heard the rush of her breath in and out for several, unending cycles. There, evidence that she was indeed alive. Her head beat in time with her heart. Throbbing. More evidence of life. Oblivion was much more comfortable.

“Bloody fucking bastard!” Jackson’s words shot through her sore head nearly making her groan, but that would have pained her more. Wet. Hot wet trickled down her neck. Blood? The thought nearly sent her diving back into the black. “That rock nearly split her head. She could be dying right now! Let her go!”

A deep calm voice wavered before Kailin where she sat slumped against the warmth of Jackson. She knew it was him because he smelled good, but also because her pebble was nowhere. She rested against him, in his snug embrace, his arms wrapped around her body.

“The Orb of Life is sacred,” the detached voice said. It was familiar. Kailin tried to force her eyelids open but they were too heavy. She contented herself with listening. “It is not meant to be unearthed. We convinced her father of this, but now see that was foolishness. Dr. Anthony Whitaker was only the first to try and take the orb. But others follow.”

“Your plan then is to kill off everyone coming to find it?” Jackson asked. “That’s one hell of a long murder list.”

“It is our sacred duty to protect which must be lost, that which should never have been forged in the first place. It has been buried several times and yet its power keeps surfacing. So we will keep burying it.”

Moghadam! The large man from Samantha’s party. Kailin chiseled a crack in her lids. Like breaking the pressure of a long ago sealed sarcophagus, her lids slid open easily. The light of several torches pierced her sight and she blinked.

“There, she stirs,” Moghadam said. “Though it would have been far kinder for her to die instantly. I hear she is terrified of closed spaces.”

Nausea gripped Kailin’s stomach, either from the crack in her head or Moghadam’s cryptic words. Jackson squeezed Kailin gently, cradling her against his chest. He seemed to pull the back of her head into him. Maybe to staunch the bleeding. His efforts hurt and she gasped on a stab of pain. It was then she realized his hands were tied around her front, binding them together.

Jackson rattled off some words in Arabic that sounded like a threat. Moghadam didn’t respond. Kailin tried to see past the sharp points of firelight to the faces beyond. There were at least ten men dressed in traditional Bedouin clothing. Kufiyas encased their heads and long thobes flowed around their bodies. Horses flanked them. Kailin’s gaze wove amongst them but she didn’t recognize anyone until she reached Qeb. He stood beside Moghadam, eyes darting between the large leader and she and Jackson.



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