Semua Bab Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: Bab 71 - Bab 80

"The scent is changing, Dean Wason," Timothy told him, his own voice a harsh, anxious whisper. He was crouched beside Sama Arthur, his own brows furrowed in concentration. Dean Wason stood guard beside him, unspoken sentinel, his silver eyes fixed on the face of his mate. The fierce jubilation of their triumph was forgotten, to be replaced with a new, unsettling dread.Sama Arthur lay on a cot, face pale, a thin gloss of sweat on her brow. The power of the Omega Bloodsong had exhausted her, but the true concern was the subtle, but perilous, alteration of her pregnancy. She was recovering from the brutal fight, body humming with residual power and fatigue."What do you mean, changing?" Dean Wason asked, his voice nasty with concern. He crouched beside Sama Arthur, his hand instinctively going out to her swollen belly. He could feel it too, a subtle alteration in the special, comforting scent of their growing baby. It was always a blend of their two distinct smells, harmoniously balance

"I don't get it," Gloria grumbled to herself, her dry leaves crunching underfoot a little too loudly for comfort. At this late hour, the moon, a thin blade of silver above the black velvet sky, cast not much light, but the gentle glow of a lantern in the distance was a welcome guide. It was Elias's lantern, and it was heading into the dangerous forest, somewhere he had warned her not to go a hundred times. "You promised you wouldn't come out here alone."She held her simple hunting knife, less for defense than to comfort herself, her heart racing out a furious rhythm against the cage of her ribs. Elias had been distant all week—distant, his mind far away, his eyes constantly scanning the treetops as if expecting someone. And then, with his sudden vanishing, a hard knot of fear and suspicion had gathered in her stomach.She found him in a glade, not by himself as she had wished, but accompanied by a tall, hooded figure. The Seer. Her skin crawled. Everyone knew Seers were the Council's

"No," Sama Arthur said, the syllable a razor's edge in the darkness. The declaration hung in the air, a finality that brooked no argument. Elias, still on his knees, recoiled as she rose, the fire illuminating the feral spark within her eyes. "We don't fight. We don't save. Not until you pay for what you've done."Dean Wason stepped in front of her, his hand on her arm. "Sama Arthur, wait. We need to have his information. We need to save Timothy and Tobby. It's the only way."She shook him off, her movements direct and brief. "You heard him, Dean Wason. They were aware of Dickson's aspirations. They were aware of Alex Henry's artifacts. They were going to use Paul Wason's loyalty against you. They were going to rip us apart from the inside out, and Elias was going to allow them." Her voice was a low growl, devoid of the compassion that had always defined her. "I don't care about their plans anymore. I only care about the betrayal."Crayons Arthur moved, his form a silent pillar of str

Crayons Arthur stood in front of her, his face both a mixture of relief and seriousness. "The Continuum is stable. The immediate threat passed. You were courageous, Sama.""Courage or desperation, what's the difference when the other option is extinction?" Sama Arthur replied, stepping out of the circle. Her voice was reed-thin, almost a whisper. "We have only treated a symptom. Kael didn't call up these forbidden knowledge fragments out of thin air. He stumbled over them, pieced them together out of scraps left behind by others.""You speak of the Architects' whispers?" Alex Henry emerged from the shadows next to the door of the chamber, his hands buried in the pocket of his worn scholar's robes. His eyes, usually bright and curious, were vague today, as if already within the pages of ancient history within his head. "The legends speak of those who have attempted to master Chronos before and failed completely, leaving behind the remains of their error across dimensions.""Right, Alex

"The wards are weakening, Dickson!" Gloria exclaimed, her fingers sending forth an unearthly blue glow as she struggled to channel the flashing barrier that sealed the entrance to the cave with energy. "I can't hold them off the temporal feedback for much longer!"Dickson, a hulking giant of a man, stood before her with his greatsword flashing like a storm of silver as he parried and sliced apart the writhing figures that assailed them. "Then do not understand them, healer! Support them! I will be holding here. They will not come through!" His bellow was a snarling expulsion of a raging, unshatterable will. He spun, his sword a spinning maelstrom of steel that chopped off one attacker's head and through the gut of another, their black figures disappearing with a hiss."It's not a matter of power, it's a matter of harmonization!" Gloria retorted harshly, beads of sweat running through the grime on her face. "They're using the Architects' whispers to de-synchronize the magical current!