TKC 294 and 295
Damin clasps his fingers over my hand, shaking his head
emphatically. I frown. Why am I not to use the orb? When Gennerin also shakes
in negative, I am left wondering what they have understood and I cannot yet
comprehend.
Enris, Damin
mouths, using his hands to signify shortening of distance.
Enris is near? I
form in silence.
He nods and points in a direction diagonal to us.
Enris will have sensed the presence of the orb, indeed. Thus
we wait. Together, Enris and I will be better able to create a shield. I nod my
understanding.
Siri swallows convulsively and so does Ross. Those two are
about to collapse from tension, but there is little anyone can do to change it
for them. Truth is, I feel weak all over as well.
Damin jerks his head and sidles to the left, beginning a
bizarre weave as he shifts through the maze of pipes. He means for us to
follow. We do, and I pray the inadvertent sounds we make do not reveal us.
In a small space entirely overlooked by banks of blinking
lights on the one side and a host of thin tubes on the other, Damin halts,
motioning us in. Finger to his lips, he points. Shadows move amid the pipes in
the direction opposite to the one we employed to reach this point. In the next
instant, Enris steps out, sporting a massive grin. Mirlin is behind him,
watching every shadow.
Enris enfolds me into his arms. Into my ear, on the edge of
hearing, he whispers, “I have seen our father. He is alive.”
I tighten my hold on him in response. Thank all the stars in
the universe.
Enris then looks up … and sees Leffandir. His face stiffens
into alabaster. He is about to say something, for his mouth opens. He will
reveal us and I wave my hands, shaking my head, hoping to silence him. Damin
steps in behind my brother and clamps a hand over his mouth, to my everlasting
relief. Enris struggles at first, and then realises the danger. He nods his
head under Damin’s hold and ceases moving. Damin releases him. Enris instantly
reaches out to haul Leffandir in, glaring into her eyes. I do not know if it is
hatred or fury or a combination, but Leffandir flinches hard. She does not
fight the grip; she merely stares. I notice how her hands tremble. Well. Clearly
love was once present between them for this kind of reaction after long ages
apart; an intense attraction.
Releasing the Glonu Empress, Enris shifts to me, the
question obvious in his gaze. I cannot tell him here and thus sign for him to
remain patient. Eventually he inclines his head and puts his back to Leffandir.
She rakes him from behind, a hungry gaze, and her fingers twitch as if she
desires to run her hands over him. Intense attraction indeed; it remains even
now.
I glance at Damin to find him watching me. He begins to
sense our past was much like what lies between Enris and his Empress. Heat races
over my skin, shortening my breath. Digging my nails into my palms, I force
myself to look away.
Enris is on the move and we follow swiftly. He leads us to a
small hidden door; a length of twisted metal keeps it open. He enters, and Mirlin
motions at us to go in also, closing the door when we are beyond. A light comes
on in a confines space.
“No one uses this,” Mirlin states. “It is soundproof also.”
Enris pulls Leffandir to him. “Why are you here?”
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