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 I don t know.
 You should find out. If it complements your own then your combined skills,
added to the power of the crystal, could prove to be a very effective weapon.
 And what about the others?
 I suspect Memory knows at least part who some of the others are.
Marco considered it.  If Memory knows who the Chosen are, why didn t she
mention it?
 Trust is often slow to build, my dear. While she may be attracted to you, may be
desperately in love with you, that doesn t mean she s ready to trust you with all her
secrets.
 In love? He locked onto those words at the expense of all the others.
 Yes. I suspect that as bound to her as you feel, she feels the same. Marco, the
crystals wouldn t have fused unless they were matched.
He thought about it for a long time.  Mama, do you really think I ve found her?
 Yes, darling, I do.
 And yet, I could lose her just as easy. If this demon has his way. If I m not strong
enough.
 You have strength you have never imagined, Marco. But in order to harness it, you
have to trust in what you ve found. Trust in the strength of that bond and the power of
the light it offers.
 Like you say, trust doesn t just appear full-blown.
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 No, indeed it does not. But taking the first step is a move in the right direction,
don t you 
As one they both started. Something hot and sickening stabbed inside Marco,
nearly taking his breath. He saw his mother s face pale at the same moment.
 Mama?
 I m okay, Marco. But you have to go. The sanctity of the land has been breached.
He was already on his feet, but hesitated.  You re sure you re okay? I don t want to
leave you alone.
 He does not come for me, Marco. Now go!
 I love you. He hurried to kiss her cheek then ran out of the house, his heart
pounding wildly in his chest.
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Chapter Seven
Memory let herself into the house, putting her camera on the kitchen counter as she
opened the refrigerator to see what there was to drink. A plastic gallon jug of water
drew her eye.
She turned with it in hand to look for a glass and saw Marco standing on the other
side of the bar that divided the kitchen from the dinette area.
 Hey, she said with a smile.  I thought you were going to call when you were on
your way back?
 In my haste to return to you I must have forgotten.
She smiled, but couldn t help wondering about the odd way he phrased his
response. Dismissing it, she set the jug of water on the counter.  Where are your
glasses?
 Where you d imagine.
Again she dismissed his response. Maybe the talk with his mother had rattled or
upset him.  So, how d it go with your mom? she asked as she started opening cabinets.
Marco rounded the bar as she located the glasses and pulled one from the shelf. He
took the glass from her, put it on the counter and wedged her back up against the
counter, trapping her by placing his hands on it on either side of her.
 My interest lies here, he said in a sexy croon just before he kissed her.
Memory literally went weak in the knees as he plundered her mouth. This was a
side of Marco she hadn t seen. Rough and demanding, almost to the point of pain, one
hand closed on her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her top.
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She thought to protest, not really into pain, but suddenly lost the will. She felt him
groan into her mouth, his free hand cupping her sex, fingers digging in hard enough to
nearly push the fabric inside her.
Her senses were bombarded with hunger. Hot, strong and of a nature she d never
experienced. Need that somehow seemed alien.
Realization had her eyes flying open wide and her hands clawing to get his hands
off her.
 Get away from me! She shoved against his chest.
 Why? You want me. He yanked her close again, reaching behind her to squeeze
her ass painfully.
 Get the fuck off me!
 You heard her.
Memory s eyes jerked in the direction of the voice and renewed strength flowed
through her.
Marco leapt at the mirror image of himself who held Memory. His hand reached for
the creature s arm, intent on jerking him away from Memory. And closed on nothing,
One moment an exact duplicate of himself was there and the next, Memory was
rushing into his arms. Marco wrapped his arms around her, turning as he held her to
scan the room.
 What happened? he asked.
 I thought it was you.
Rage surged through him. Not only had the demon threatened the woman he
loved, he d invaded sacred ground. An hour ago Marco might not have been sure about
the battle. Now he had every intention of not only fighting, but kicking Asmodeus
straight back to hell.
It took a few minutes for Memory to stop shaking. She pulled back to look up at
him.  I m sorry.
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 Darlin , you ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is just the hand of cards we ve
been dealt. What we have to do is figure out how to win the game.
 Did your mother help?
 Some. One thing, honey. Do you have any clue about the whereabouts or identity
of any of the other Chosen?
Anxiety lanced through her. Revealing her own past was one thing. Telling her
sisters secrets was another. It was something deeply ingrained, the need to protect
them. But did they need protection from Marco? Years of habit forced a hesitation. Love
overrode habit.
 My sisters, she replied, meeting his eyes.
 Your sisters? I thought you were an orphan?
 We chose each other as sisters.
 I m not sure I follow. Come on, let s sit.
They went into the den and settled onto the sofa. Memory took a moment to
compose her thoughts.  I m the oldest. Then there s De alla or Dee, Charlotte and
Kenna. We all were brought to the orphanage as infants. And as we grew we realized
we were different from the other kids. We could do things other people couldn t.
 Like what?
 Well, Dee is& she s like a water elemental. She can manipulate water, control it.
And she can communicate with nature. Charlotte s an empath, a strong one, and
Kenna& well Kenna has telekinetic abilities and is& intuitive. She gets glimpses of
things.
 And you?
Memory rolled her eyes.  I m the least impressive. I get a tiny glimpse now and
again but not enough to call me clairvoyant. What I can do is& you know it d be easier
to show you. Do you have a pad of paper?
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Marco got up and disappeared down the hall. When he returned he carried a legal
pad.  Thanks. Memory took the pad and put it on the couch cushion between them.
 Okay. She closed her eyes and visualized Dee in her mind.
 What? Marco asked when she opened her eyes.
She looked down at the pad and knew he had when she heard the soft  holy shit
he muttered.
 How d you do that?
She shrugged.  Seems that whatever I see clear enough in my head I can project
onto physical objects and film. Even onto a digital memory card or a hard drive.
 That s incredible.
 But not very useful, well, except in my profession. Beats the hell out of
Photoshop.
 Not sure I follow you.
 Well, instead of me taking a photo and having to airbrush out a wrinkle or [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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