Chapter 44

Taylor

            I stood at the foot of the mountain watching my mate and his progeny retreat back toward her fortress. My hands shook from the nervousness that had crept in as we made our descent. This was part of the plan. When they were safely away, I would call my abilities, hopefully brining my father to me. There were fresh puncture wounds on my neck, meant to add realism to the tale I was about to spin. I turned back to face the sprawling plain before me, breathing deep and slow to steady myself.

            “Ok, Taylor.” I spoke to myself. “You can do this. Keep blasting that light stuff until he comes. Search wherever he takes you, get what you need and run.”

            Casting a quick glance over my shoulder to ensure that Rhazian was safely away, I