Losing Hold by Kellie Doherty

Author:Kellie Doherty [Doherty, Kellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Desert Palm Press
Published: 2017-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

THE SILVER LINE FADED and a light bloomed in front of Mia’s eyes. She tried to blink but couldn’t. Impatiently, she waited for the light to clear. She wasn’t in control. Some part of her thought she might be if she crossed over the link. No, Donavin still commanded her. Still wanted her body to sit patiently on the shuttle. Something seemed different, colder than ever before, like she’d submerged herself entirely in a frozen lake rather than just her arm or her leg or her heart. The light cleared, and she found her gaze focused on a pale-green screen. The screen muddied and a map appeared, the exact same map found hovering over their shuttle’s control panel. A hand reached out and poked one of the blue dots. The dot shimmered for a moment then lay still.

A female voice came from beside her. “We know nothing of that planet, sir. Without a more detailed map, we won’t be able to get there.”

The hand lingered over the map then slid a finger across the screen, blackening it. A reflection appeared in the screen’s glass, her reflection. A reflection not her own. Charles Donavin gazed back. Mia currently inhabited the man who was actively trying to take her life away. Who had killed her parents. Killed Will and Jeff’s sister. And she still couldn’t do anything about it. But maybe she could find some information to help the others. She had no idea how to even find someone else’s memories, though, much less open them. Still a passenger, she listened to the conversation unfolding around her.

“What do you want us to do?” the female voice asked.

Donavin didn’t look away from the blank screen. “Leave me.”

After a brief rustle of movement and the whoosh of a hatch opening and closing, Donavin frowned. He punched the controls on the panel, bringing it back to life. A military ship appeared. The Escambia. Donavin brought up its schematics, searching for something. The corridors glowed brighter. The veins of the ship itself. Finally, he paused, one finger hovering over a particularly large empty space. A cabin perhaps. Donavin took a deep breath. Mia could feel the air being sucked in and let out of his lungs as if she was Donavin himself. He closed his eyes and darkness overcame them.

Thoughts immediately bombarded Donavin’s mind, disjointed, hectic, muddled. Images flashed by—specs of a shuttlecraft, a plate laden with meat, black cloth—they scattered like Fissurian dirt between her fingers. More images bombarded her. Images of many different people, of different planets. She couldn’t make sense of it. Donavin must have, though, because soon only one image remained. A photo of a couple dressed in white tuxes rested inside a simple black frame. Their hands were held up, wedding bands displayed. One man smiled broadly, but the other’s gaze lingered on his lover’s face. Commodore Bay. A silver thread curled from the photo. The frame grew bigger, taking up Donavin’s entire vision. Donavin pushed himself into Commodore Bay’s consciousness and unknowingly pulled Mia along.

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