“Convenient,” he muttered, looking back at the heat signatures moving around the Cyst area. “For most of my life, it just was a way to travel. To close my eyes, imagine a place I’d been, and then fall into it.”

Grace had once asked Promise, a genius physicist now mated to Ivar, how in the world anybody could do that. Promise had said it was an application of string theory, whatever the heck that was, bending time and other dimensions to cross through and end up elsewhere. “Do you miss the ability?”

Adare nodded. “It’s like losing your sight or your hearing or any other sense.”

She rubbed her aching temple. “Kind of like my missing memories. I’d do anything to get those back and remember what put me into a coma.”

He lifted his chin. “We had the Realm guys look at all the evidence concerning what happened to you, you know. They concluded it was probably a burglar you caught in the act who attacked you in your apartment. A guy fitting that MO was caught several blocks away two months later. He turned on police and was shot.”

She nodded. “I read all the reports.” Even so, she didn’t remember what had happened to her that one fateful night. That sucked. It was much easier to focus on her mate than her blank memories. Perhaps Adare’s abilities would return the same way doctors assured her that memories could. “Maybe if Ulric makes it back, and if his prison bubble bursts, everything will align like it was before.”

“That’s doubtful.”

“Or everything could just blow up, including our world,” Grace whispered. Sometimes Promise didn’t sugarcoat the facts.

“Maybe.” He strode for the stairwell again. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Grace looked around the quiet room again. “Oh, this is definitely a lair. Benny has it right.” She told herself the trembling in her voice was because of the chilly space and not the fact they were about to share a bed again. Yeah, right.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Apparently he had some work to do before he sent her off to the Realm in the morning. He didn’t think she’d tell them about the Seven, but she also didn’t seem to care much about her own well-being. Adare followed Grace into his bedroom and shut the door. “We don’t have a lot of time, but there are some promises I need from you before you go to sleep.”

She started, her head going back, before turning and once again sitting on his bed.