Silver Storm: Timewalker Chronicles, Book 2 by Callahan Michele

Author:Callahan, Michele [Callahan, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Silver Storm, Timewalker Chronicles, time travel
Publisher: Michele Callahan
Published: 2012-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

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Wednesday, 8:34 a.m.

Sarah woke in a rose-scented bubble bath. The hot water soaked into her aching body and relieved some of the pain in her limbs, but none of the agony inside her head. The hard plastic knots of the strap adjusters on her cami bit into the back of her shoulders. They were pressed into her skin by the hard wall of muscles she leaned against.

Tim. She was in a bathtub with Tim. “Where are we?”

“My house. Just relax. We almost lost you out there.”

The Triscani had attacked her, sucked the warmth from her soul. Memory flooded her, and with it came a dose of ice-cold panic. Cold, inhuman creatures. The Archiver told her they were nasty. That man had a serious talent for understatement. Her head jerked forward and physical agony sliced through her skull at the sudden movement.

“Shhh. Don’t move. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” The heavy weight of his forearm rested just beneath her breasts and her temple was pressed against his neck. His other hand wrapped around her neck, over her Mark, tempting her with the pulsing heat of his heartbeat. He held her in place, wrapped around her like rope around an anchor.

He thought she was safe, protected by his strength and his arms. He had no idea just how wrong he was about that. She’d have to leave him behind. There would be no other way to protect him from the Hunters she knew were coming after her from the Triscani horde. She’d seen them in the storm, too. But far better that they hunt her now than find their true prey. She’d bait them, then lead them on a wild goose chase across as many continents as she could manage. She needed time. The baby girl needed time.

She relaxed into his embrace and let the soft scents and Tim’s touch soothe her battered mind. The bathroom was lovely, with white roses and ivy entwined in the designer tile lining the walls. Soft pink and lilac tones bathed the room in a woman’s soft touch. The intricate lattice of roses and color kept her eyes occupied and her mind calm as she floated in the warm in-between, not quite fully alert. She felt like she was waking from a dream that just wouldn’t let go. A nightmare, really, that she recently escaped and was in no hurry to return to.

But she didn’t have much choice. She’d made sure of it. She’d dealt those bastards a blow they wouldn’t soon forget. They’d hover over Chicago like a dense lake mist now, afraid to leave her here. They had to hunt her down; they needed to kill her even more than they needed to burn down Chicago. Because she knew the truth. She had discovered the answer to the Archiver’s thousand-year-old question.

She knew what they were after, and she’d burn in hell for eternity, stay on the run for years if that was what it took to make sure they didn’t get it. Sarah would do whatever it took to protect the girl.

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