A Vested Interest 9: Dust to Dust

By John Chapman and Shelia Chapman

Death is final. Zombies don't exist. Mindless rotting corpses can't wander around attacking people. Or can they?

Current research has revealed, three days after death, stem cells become active again. If the right conditions prevailed, and someone had contracted the immortality virus, perhaps their corpse could be resurrected. But... would their mind still be there?

Donna feared her immortality virus could be modified and turned into a killer. When this became a reality, it couldn't have happened at a worse time - the most special day of her life.

Note - This book contains adult but not erotic content

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Chapman
• Release date: Jan 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370070640

John Chapman

We started the 'A Vested Interest' series in 2007 and it took over a year before I came up with an ending we were happy with. At 170,000 words A Vested Interest was too long though for a printed book. We cut it heavily but still ended with a 140,000 word book. There was no alternative, we had to split it into a two book series. Doing that, we thought, would allow us to put back some of the content we had cut and expand the second book (Dark Secrets) a little.Well that was the plan. We ended up splitting the second book and making a trilogy by adding 'No Secrets'. The original ending didn't quite fit now so we moved it into a fourth book - Stones, Stars and Solutions.And so it goes on. We are now writing book 10 and 11 of the series. Shelia has written a spin-off 'Blood of the Rainbow' trilogy. Altogether it's 2 million words so far! In terms of time, we've only covered a few months. There is an end in sight but not for another 5,000 years. Maybe I'll get to use my original ending then?About the AuthorsJohn and Shelia Chapman are a husband and wife team who met on Internet and crossed the Atlantic to be together. John, an English ex-science and computer teacher contributed the technology and 'nasty' bits while Shelia drew on her medical experience in the USA and produced the romance. The humour? That came from real life.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Shortly after leaving Detroit, Gregory’s personality changed. He stopped warming up to Christine. He no longer had to. She was right where he wanted her - frightened, alone, and broken. He stared at her through the cold eyes of a predator, aware of the chaos inside her head, inside her heart.

Let her suffer; Gregory didn’t care. Seeing her this way, gave him a measure of sardonic pleasure. Each mental attack brought her closer to her knees. Christine was weakening, and she would break. The more time she spent with him, the deeper into the abyss she fell.

Now, if she resisted, thousands of feet above the ground in Gregory’s private jet, what could Christine do? Even if she were strong-willed enough to jump, her solid religious background prevented her from taking her life.

Aware of her weaknesses, Gregory used them to his advantage. Once to be his intended lover, Christine was now his prisoner. A trophy, another possession to add to his endless collection. Her fate now depended on a phone call, he’d been waiting for.

Leaving her 4-karat diamond engagement ring in the ladies’ room at the airport had been a mistake. Christine had been careless. For a brief moment, she’d let her guard down. Now, Gregory knew everything. Having unlimited resources, and eyes in every dark corner meant anything was possible for him. Sooner or later, Detective Daryl Taylor would pay, and so would Christine.

Was the breakdown taking place inside his head the reason for Gregory’s cruel behavior? Could he hold on to the small part of him, which fought to remain human or would he eventually lose control to the dark entity bred into his bloodline? Would the influence of the dark crimson power push him over the edge as it had his twin?

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Gregory’s satellite phone rang. I’ll be with you in a moment.

Christine grabbed his wrist. Is it about Luke? she asked with a hint of desperation.

He pulled free and regarded her. "No, Christine. It is business. Something you would not understand," he said without reflection and stepped out of earshot.

She let her breath out; her shoulders sagged. Any distance between her and Gregory brought her reprieve. The constant pounding in her head had become unbearable. She reached into her purse. Struggling with the childproof lid, she discreetly crammed three Tylenol capsules into her mouth and swallowed a huge gulp of her bottled water. Acetaminophen wouldn’t stop the pain, but maybe it would reduce it to a dull ache.

Staring at the bottle of water, her eyes lit. She put it on the floor. A gentle tap, from her foot, sent it rolling into the aisle. Christine mumbled something and casually bent over. Unobtrusively, she glanced toward the front of the plane. Gregory’s bodyguards were preoccupied. Two sat with their eyes closed, intent on sleeping through the flight. She glanced toward the back and frowned. She couldn’t see Gregory.

Keeping an eye on the guards, Christine used her fingertips and nudged the bottle. Standing to retrieve it, she gave it a firm tap, toward the back. It rolled several feet and ricocheted off the bottom of a seat, close to Gregory. At the sound, he turned.

She smiled softly and tucked her chin. I dropped it… and it got away from me.

Gregory locked empty eyes on her and arched an eyebrow. Hang on a second, he said to his caller and went into the restroom.

Christine sighed and went back to her seat. Taking advantage of his absence, she reached into her purse, a second time, and brought out her broken phone. Opening the back, she discovered part of the problem.  In her haste, she’d put the battery in backward. An understandable mistake, considering what her circumstances had been at that time. Though cracked, to her surprise, the screen lit. She closed her eyes, enjoying a moment of hope.

Glancing over her shoulder, and ahead of her, Christine watched the arrow, on her phone, spin.  She couldn’t risk calling Daryl, but maybe, if she could get a strong enough signal, she could send him a short text, to warn him.

A thick cushion of clouds beneath them prevented Christine from pinpointing her location. She got the impression they were flying due south, the wrong way. She glanced over her shoulder again, offered a silent petition and pressed send. She held her breath, counting the seconds. The arrow began to spin. Come on… come on, she muttered. Work!

The restroom door clicked.

With trembling hands, Christine tossed her phone into her purse and set it back on the floor. It tipped over. She could hear his footfalls; he was close. Oh, God! she quietly groaned.

Gregory picked up her phone as the screen timed out. He studied her wide eyes. You said, it was broken.

Christine swallowed hard. I must’ve put the battery in upside down. Apart from the crack, which you can see, it seems to be working. She smiled and reached.

He pressed the phone to his chin and arched an eyebrow. Who were you texting?

I wasn’t. The message was there when I switched it on. She smiled again. It was from Bishop Clarke. He tried to call but couldn’t get through. He said he was sorry, but he can’t perform our wedding ceremony. He will be out of town for a few days. I’m sorry, George. It looks like we can’t get married on Friday, after all.

He sighed and handed her the phone. It does not matter.

Oh? she prompted.

Something has come up. I am flying to New York, and you cannot accompany me.

On the surface, Christine frowned; underneath she was elated. Don’t worry, she smiled. I’ll wait for you at my parents’ house. She paused, swallowed and took a breath. "At my house, in Salt Lake."

Gregory slowly shook his head. I cannot afford the delay. We are making a quick diversion. You will be staying with a friend of mine. He is a doctor. You have had a lot of headaches, lately. I want him to give you a checkup. Once my business in New York has been completed, I will collect you. We will go back to Utah, together.

What’s the doctor’s name?

Eli.

Christine swallowed again. George, honestly, I don’t need a doctor. I’m concerned about Luke. I’m sure it’s just stress.

Gregory tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes, possessively. I insist.

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When Chantelle had asked Sir Richard for help, by her request, he’d kept it from Comtesse D’Vincent, her mother. Chantelle was dead now, and the chore of telling his old friend laid heavy on his mind.

By the code of The Order, the comtesse was indebted to Sir Richard. Should she blame him for her daughter’s death, their alliance would come to an abrupt end, putting them on opposite sides of the power scale, again.

His high-ranking status, and willingness to help others often gained Sir Richard, more enemies than friends. But that’s how it was in The Order. Apart from him and a choice few, members of The Order didn’t consider each other as friends. At best, they were friendly rivals, helping when it served them best. They lightly adhered to the age-old code they’d agreed to live by. Even then, getting what they wanted, remained foremost at the top of their individual agendas.

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Donna had sensed a change in Jared’s behavior. Not long after he and Sir Richard had talked, he’d showered and went for a walk. Clearly, Jared was hurting, but he wouldn’t share his pain with her. She watched until he’d disappeared. She reached for his thoughts, but Jared had firmly locked them behind a strong warning barrier. To her surprise, when she reached for Sam’s thoughts, they were wide open, clearer than they’d ever been. He still cared very deeply for her, but the person who monopolized Sam’s thoughts, now, was Juanita. Donna shook her head and stepped into the shower. What happened in that pyramid, Jared?

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Jared sat on a low wall of what used to be the marketplace at the El Castillo pyramid, in Chichén Itzá. It had stopped raining. A few tourists had ventured out, determined to have a last look at the strange structure, before heading back to their safe homes.

He watched a small boy and girl, chasing each other around the stone columns, without a care in the world. They reminded him of Rich and Sarabeth. He smiled. How could life be so certain and carefree one moment and crumble into chaos, the next?

Joel, his cousin, had confirmed the news. Nate Turner, Amy’s friend and photo analyst for The Ray, had found Tom and Nadine’s Jeep while horseback riding near Mother’s Mountain. An aerial view had revealed two bodies, Thomas and Nadine Thundercloud, Jared’s parents. From the burn marks on their bodies, forensics had concluded they’d been struck by lightning. The investigation had been closed; no autopsies were performed.

Unless something had gone wrong, and the timeline was out of sync, again, Jared knew they couldn’t be his parents. Before he and Sam had gone inside the pyramid, Jared had been satisfied; everything was as it should be. Now he wasn’t so confident. When they’d found José and Pedro Vasquez, they’d been alive. They were alive when Jared and Sam came out of the tomb. As they’d left the pyramid, Jared had heard what sounded to be a gasp of pain. When he’d looked over his shoulder, José and Pedro were gone.

Jared had sent Sam outside with Chantelle’s body so he could privately say goodbye to his brother. But, his brother hadn’t been all Jared had found when he went back into the time tomb. Propped against the wall, alongside Joseph’s body, were José and Pedro.  Like Jared’s brother, they looked as if they’d been dead for years. Yet, when he looked at the leather wristband, the one he’d taken from his brother, it looked as it had, the last time Jared had seen it on him. The symbol of his Clan, a wolf baying at the moon, was as vivid as it had ever been. How?

The revelation about his parents had shaken Jared’s confidence as a leader. Had he made a colossal mistake in believing everything Sam had told him about the Dine’é Yá? It was too easy to make the wrong choice. Was that what had happened?

Jared began to wonder if he and Sam had actually been inside the pyramid or had it all been an illusion created by Bitah. Was the time tomb, in some way connected to Bita’gi, the land between?

The more he thought about it, the less sense it made. Was that one of the consequences the Dine’é Yá had warned Donna about? Would their happiness be sacrificed because she’d chosen to preserve Sam’s character and let him keep his memories? Donna was Jared’s now, but if the timeline had been corrupted, would he be able to keep her? He straightened the muscles in his broad tan shoulders and pushed a hand through his long black hair. He looked at the hotel, forced his breath out and shook his head. Being a leader could sometimes be confusing.

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Donna finished showering. Jared still hadn’t returned; she was getting concerned. She frowned and reached for him through their telepathic link. Jared?

One side of his mouth turned up; his dark eyes sparkled, threatening to change. He narrowed them and slipped on his dark sunglasses.  I’m here.

Where?

On my way back to the hotel. I’ll be there soon.

When I get dressed, can I come to you?

Jared smirked again. Can I come to you before you get dressed?

Donna softly laughed and zipped her jeans. As if I could stop you. I think I better come to you. I wanna go home.

You’re ready to go back to England? So soon?

She turned, and he was standing in front of her. No! she gasped. "I meant our home."

Jared pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Have I told you how much I love you, today, and how glad I am that you’re mine?

Donna studied his eyes. Several times, but you can tell me again. In fact, you can tell me anytime you feel like it.

He smiled and threaded his fingers through her long, silky brown hair. Sliding his hands around her face, he stared longingly into her eyes and kissed her again. Please tell me this is real. That you’re here, and you’re all mine.

Donna frowned. "Why are you talking like this? You know I’m real. She hesitated. When are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?"

Chapter 2

Sir Richard and Marie waited for the rest of their family in the main dining room, at the hotel cafeteria. James, John, and Richard, approached.

Dad, I’m taking both key stones back to England with me, James said.

He arched an eyebrow. Have you discussed this with your sister and Jared?

They agreed, James said and paused. Before, we hadn’t been able to harness the power of the Yá ah-nah. Now, that we have a second key stone, his voice trailed off.

Sir Richard held up a hand. You believe the Dine’é Yá expect us to figure out how to use the Yá ah-nah as a power source.

It makes sense, Richard said.

He exhaled. "I suppose in a way it does. Alright. Take them, but… under no circumstances are you to try and use the Yá ah-nah until I get back to the Complex. Lately, I’ve had enough surprises to last me a lifetime. I don’t want to turn on the news, and hear about someone boring a hole all the way from England to Australia."

James frowned. Dad, even if I figured out how to use the Yá ah-nah, Australia is not in a direct line with England. I’d come out somewhere near Tahiti or….

Sir Richard tightened his jaw. James!

Alright, he laughed. "I’ll run some simulations with VICi. I won’t try to use the Yá ah-nah."

If he tries it, put him in a holding cell, Sir Richard said to John.

Isn’t that a little harsh? Richard asked.

Sir Richard glared at him. Would you care to join him?

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After the Triplets had shared a meal and taken a nap, Richard and his team had headed back to the UK. Apart from getting Andrew and Chantelle’s bodies into cold storage, Richard and James were anxious to get back to Kelly and Candice. Richard wasn’t looking forward to telling Richelle the news about Chantelle. Though Richard had kept part of his promise to his daughter, there would be no joyous reunion between her and her mother. Richard was bringing Chantelle’s body back to give her a proper burial.

Other than relieving Gary and Greene, of their job of overseeing the Complex, Richard had to explain, to Gary, why he hadn’t said anything about Sam and Juanita before he’d left. Richard also had to talk to Joyce about their baby, another task he was not looking forward to.

Sir Richard and his team, along with Sam and Juanita, had headed back to Arizona, shortly after Richard and his team had left.

Jared had briefly explained to Donna about his parents’ bodies being found on Mother’s Mountain, but he still hadn’t shared his doubts with her. As he saw it until he’d spoken to Sam, alone, there was no reason to concern her with what might be his vivid paranoia.

Even if it meant cornering Sam, Donna was determined to find out exactly what had happened while he and Jared had been trapped in the time tomb.

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Two of Gregory’s bodyguards had escorted Christine off the plane. A man, wearing a white lab coat, along with what obviously were more bodyguards, had led her to a waiting car.

As soon as the aircraft door had been secured, the plane taxied back to the runway. A bemused Christine had watched as it zoomed past and left the ground. She glanced around to get her bearings, but nothing looked remotely familiar. There were a few hills, but not a single mountain in sight, just loads of tall green pines. One thing was for certain, she was nowhere near Salt Lake City.

She sat on the back seat, boxed in by the man in the white lab coat, and one of Gregory’s bodyguards. She glanced at them sidelong. Where are you taking me?

To an advanced medical facility. Mr. Forrest is concerned about your recurring headaches.

How long will I be there?

That depends on how long it takes to diagnose and treat your condition. Would you like something to drink? Perhaps a glass of white wine?

Christine swallowed the lump in her throat. I don’t drink alcohol. If George had been a faithful Latter-day Saint, neither would he! Who are you? What do you want with me? Was he responsible for my son’s disappearance? Did Forrest have my parents killed and my grandparents’ house blown up?

My name is Dr. Elijah Liu. Please relax, Miss Smith. I assure you, Mr. Forrest wants only the best for you. You’ll be given the best of care during your stay with me.

You didn’t answer my question. Is this about my son? Are you taking me to him?

No, Miss Smith. I’ll give you a choice. I can put this over your eyes or give you a sedative.

Why? she frowned.

The location of Mr. Forrest’s medical facility is classified.

She stared at the blindfold in his hand. "I don’t want to know its location. In fact, if you’ll let me go, I can take care of myself."

I can’t do that. Mr. Forrest’s instructions were quite clear. I assure you, Miss Smith, what I do is only for your protection.

Tears burned Christine’s throat. So, what you’re saying is I can’t leave. I’m a prisoner.

"Your stay with me does not have to be unpleasant. To treat you, I will require your cooperation, but either way, I will carry out my instructions."

Her eyes widened. Give me the blindfold.

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Once the helicopters and reporters had cleared out at Mother’s Mountain, and the ordeal concerning his grandparents had been settled, Tom decided it was time for a little quiet reflection. He’d sensed his uncle Jared’s confusion, but before he dared advise him, he needed advice from a higher authority himself.  He hadn’t long since left his parents’ side, but many things could change, many already had.

Tom donned a gray tank top, a pair of cutoffs and his running shoes. He grabbed his backpack and hurried downstairs. Myra was sitting on the sofa, attempting to read. Aunt Myra, would you do me a favor? Braid my hair for me.

She put her tablet down. Sit in front of me. Tom set his canteen on the coffee table, took off his backpack and knelt in front of her. She separated his hair into sections. Going to the mountain?

Yeah, he sighed. I need to be alone for a while.

Are you sure it’s safe?

He chuckled. You know I could outrun a mountain lion if I had to.

She smiled. Yeah, I know. It’s just, you look so much like your father, having you around is almost like, she broke off. Sorry.

Tom smirked. It’s alright, Aunt Myra. I love it when people say I look like my dad. He’s my idol.

I know how you feel. My dad was mine too. She cleared her throat and tied off his braid. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to not being able to see him and talk to him. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my mother too, but I’ve always been a tomboy. I guess it comes from growing up with two older brothers. There you go – all done.

He slipped on his backpack and headed for the door. Thanks, Aunt Myra, he tossed over his shoulder.

Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?

What? he frowned.

She shook his canteen. Unless you plan on doing the rain dance while you’re out there, you better fill this.

Oops! he said. Myra followed him to the kitchen and handed him a pitcher of ice water from Jared’s refrigerator. Thanks. He smiled, filled it and set the empty water pitcher on the counter. Myra groaned, filled it and put it back in the refrigerator. She followed him to the front door. Where is everyone? he asked.

In the garage, shooting hoops with Luke.

Tom’s eyebrows shot up. Comtesse D’Vincent is playing basketball in Uncle Jared’s garage?

Are you kidding? She’s in her room primping. Jared called. They’re on their way back. The comtesse wants to look her best when Sir Richard gets here.

He frowned. If the comtesse doesn’t watch herself, my grandma will give her a black eye.

Myra laughed. That I would love to see. Be careful, she called out. And try to be back before your uncle gets here. I’m not sure he would approve of you going out there alone.

He groaned. I’m twenty-five, Aunt Myra, he said and ran outside.

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Eli had removed the blindfold. A nurse led Christine to an exam room, gave her a hospital gown and showed her where she could change.  I’ll wait out here for you. If you need any help, just give me a yell, she said in a strong southern accent.

I don’t suppose you could tell me your name?

She smiled. Of course, I can, honey. It’s Jackie.

Do you have a last name, Jackie?

We only go by our first name in the facility. Mr. Forrest insists on that.

Figures. Christine gave her a tight smile. What do they call you at home, Jackie?

She frowned. I am at home, Miss Smith.

"You never leave the facility? Don’t you have a family?"

I’m an only child, Miss Smith. I don’t have anyone.

What about your parents?

Jackie frowned again. Parents? As far as I know, I don’t have any. You should get changed, Miss Smith. The doctor will be here shortly. She reached for Christine’s purse. I’ll take that for you.

No! She jerked it behind her. I mean, it’s got my, um, my hairbrush in it. The moment the words left her mouth, her heart began to pound. That is so lame, Tina! Couldn’t you have thought up something more original?

To her surprise, the nurse had seemed clueless. Oh – OK, she said and smiled generically. Hurry up then.

Christine locked the door, leaned against it and let her breath out. "There’s something off about that woman. Now if my phone will just work here. She held her breath while it searched for a network. Again, to her surprise, it picked up a strong signal, but her battery warning flashed. She fumbled through her purse for an adapter. It wasn’t there. Only enough power for one short call, but who do I call?"

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Joel’s phone rang. Hyped up from the game and thinking it was Jared, he’d accepted the call without thought. "Come on! Amy called out. Throw me the ball! Luke needs one more basket to win the game!"

Joel, are you there?

His lips parted.

Luke took advantage of the distraction, stole the ball, sunk the winning basket and let out a loud victory whoop. He laughed. That was too easy, Dad.

Thank God – he’s with you!

Joel locked eyes with Amy. Christine? he prompted.

Luke stopped next to his father. What is it? Is it my mom?

He nodded.

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Is he OK? Is he safe? Please tell me he’s safe, Joel!

He groaned. "Of course, he’s safe, Christine! I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Where are you calling from? What’s wrong?"

I’m in trouble. I’m being held in some kind of medical facility. I’m scared. I don’t know what they’re going to do with me. Listen. I don’t know where I am, but I don’t have long to talk. My battery is dying, and I don’t have a way to charge it. Please, take care of Luke. Whatever you do, don’t let him anywhere near GW….

There was a knock. Miss Smith? Are you alright in there?

Who’s that, Christine?

Hold on a second, Joel. I’m fine. Do I need to take off my underwear?

Christine, what’s going on? Hello?

Yes, Miss Smith. Take everything off and put on the hospital gown I gave you.

Christine sighed. I’m a little exhausted from the trip. Maybe we should do the exam in the morning.

"No, Miss Smith. It has to be done now. Mr. Forrest is very concerned about you. He wants the doctor to begin treating you immediately."

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I have to go, Joel. I sent Daryl a text. I’m dropping the charges against you. Luke is better off anywhere than where I am. Just take care of him and tell him I love….

"Christine? Hello? Are you there? Tina!"

Dad, is something wrong?

Joel put up a warning barrier. It’s alright, Luke. Mom is… OK, with you living with me for a while. She’s not gonna press charges against me.

Luke frowned. But… you sounded upset.

No, it’s fine. Mom’s battery just ran out.

Really?

Joel reflected Luke’s smile. Really. Now go practice. I want a rematch. He ruffled his hair. This time I won’t be so easy on you.

Yeah, right, he snorted. Are you coming?

I’ll be there in a few minutes. He led Amy out of earshot.

She studied his eyes. It’s not alright, is it? Christine didn’t say that, about Luke, did she?

She left Luke, in my care. She sent Daryl a text telling him to withdraw the kidnapping charges. But you’re right. She’s in trouble. Forrest has her. He’s holding her in some kind of medical facility.

Amy frowned. Medical facility? Where? Why? Is she sick?

He sighed. I don’t know, honey. Christine’s battery died before she could tell me.

What are you gonna do?

I don’t know.

"You have to do something, Joel. She’s Luke’s mother. Despite what happened during your divorce, Luke still loves her, even though he’d rather be with you."

I need to contact Jared, and see what he says. Maybe Sir Richard could help.

Chapter 3

Amitola Wolfdancer had received a package from her paternal grandmother in Colorado. Inside was a silver amulet, in the shape of a baying wolf, wrapped in a tattered piece of cloth. The wolf and chain were fashioned from polished silver. The eye, held to its body as if by magic, appeared to be a rare blue opal. Instantly, she recognized the necklace, a Wolfdancer heirloom, handed down from one generation to the next, for as far back as Kimi Wolfdancer, her grandmother, could remember.

According to the legend, the eye of the wolf had special powers. It would protect the wearer from evil and allow them to communicate, with others, telepathically. The amulet; however, in some ways was intelligent. It wouldn’t work for just anyone. Despite that Amitola was half Egyptian, it was her birthright to use the stone’s power.

Amitola didn’t know much about legends or stones with mystical powers. What she understood was plants, her reason for being in the Amazon jungle, in the first place. She had been collecting specimens of rare plants and fungi. In two days’ time, her Amazonian expedition would have been over. Since she had planned to spend the next month with her grandmother anyway, it made little sense for her to send the package all the way to Brazil, but that was what her grandmother had done.

Upon her arrival in Colorado Springs, Amitola learned her grandmother Wolfdancer had passed, on the same day she’d mailed the package to her. Two days later, Amitola was standing at Kimi Wolfdancer’s grave.

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The funeral had taken place a year ago, today. Now, Amitola found herself wandering around Wickenburg, Arizona, chasing her grandmother’s legendary sacred mountain and something called mother’s milk. According to the legend, it could be gathered, only at the top of this sacred place.

The people of Wickenburg had been helpful, but it hadn’t taken Amitola long to understand this was going to be a difficult task. With only a tattered piece of cloth and the vague memory of her grandmother’s stories, there wasn’t much help anyone could offer. All she could remember of the legend was that the mountain had been extremely sacred to her ancestors, and it was located somewhere in the Sonoran Desert, near Wickenburg, Arizona.

From what Amitola had gleaned from one of the locals, she needed to walk west, into the desert until she came to a row of six cacti, but which six? The desert was covered with them, and to her, they all looked the same. The helpful resident said, with a pair of good binoculars, she could see the row of cacti from the highway. As a backup, while she was in Wickenburg, she’d purchased a map of the area and a pair of dark sunshades.

As soon as she spotted the row of cacti, she roughly marked their position on the map, slung on her backpack and began walking. According to her GPS, it should’ve taken her less than half an hour to reach the six giants. Forty-five minutes later, they were still in front of her, and she was no closer now than she’d been when she started.

Until Amitola looked back, in the direction from which she’d come, she wasn’t sure she’d even moved, but the highway was nowhere in sight. Even with her binoculars, she couldn’t see it. Amitola frowned, scratched the back of her neck and groaned. This is just plain stupid. I must’ve somehow got turned around or followed the wrong row of cacti. She took her map from her backpack and checked it again. No. I’m still following the same row. Maybe I misread the coordinates. She took out her GPS. What the! She looked up. You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m right out in the open, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Why can’t I get a signal? What’s going on?

She took out her compass; the needle spun wildly. She frowned again. Am I standing on an iron deposit?

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Two times, Tom’s run had been interrupted by a strange feminine voice. It wasn’t uncommon for him to pick up random thoughts, from someone on the highway, but no one had passed him, which in itself was a little odd. Once, the voice had muttered something about a row of cacti and not being able to receive a satellite signal. Now, she was muttering about standing on an iron deposit.  He smirked and shook his head. Is she mad? She can’t be from Wickenburg, or she would know that’s not possible. He snorted. Gold, silver – maybe, but not iron, especially magnetite!

He dismissed most of her mumblings until she mentioned two things that piqued his attention – sacred mountain and mother’s milk.

On any other day, Tom wouldn’t have been bothered by someone looking for Mother’s Mountain. Tourists did it all the time, but not today. The news about his grandparents had shaken him. He just wanted everyone to stay away from the mountain for a while. He wasn’t going out there to serve as a tour guide. He was going for some peace of mind. He thought, maybe, he needed to get away from civilization, altogether. After a quick look, around, just to be sure no one was watching, he veered away from the highway. With preternatural speed, he entered the desert like a sandstorm.

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Christine had made up her mind. She was not getting undressed. She glanced around. There was a small window, about shoulder high from the floor, on the other side of the room. If she jumped, she could reach it. She searched for a way to open the window, but there wasn’t a handle or latch anywhere. She sighed, propped her elbows on the vanity and stared at her feet. A slow smile spread across her mouth. She took off her shoe. With a firm hand, she swung her spiked heel at the window. To her surprise, it punched a hole in the LCD computer screen. It was fake.

I guess I’ll have to fight my way out, she muttered.

A thorough search of the bathroom hadn’t turned up anything. Christine glanced at the commode; her eyes lit again. Lifting the water tank lid, she quietly unlocked the door and stepped behind it.

Her heart began to pound. Her mouth had dried out. She slung her purse strap over her shoulder and lifted her arms above her head. She took a couple of slow breaths. I need your help, Jackie!

Jackie glimpsed Christine in the mirror, but it was too late. Jackie fell, face down on the floor. Christine moved around her and ran for the door. Cracking it, she glanced up and down the corridor and ran for the exit. She froze; someone was coming. She tried the exam room door; it was locked!

Frantically, she tried the other doors. The supply closet was unlocked. She let her breath out, ducked inside and listened for the other door to close. She had seconds. She gave the corridor another quick glance and ran around the corner. Jumping into the elevator, she pushed the only button there. She held her breath, leaned against the back wall and mentally counted heartbeats. At last, the doors closed.

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Amitola couldn’t believe she could make her way through a thick jungle, and get lost in a wide open space. There was no other explanation. She took her map out and turned in a circle, trying to figure out where she’d gone wrong. She found herself enveloped in a sudden dust devil. Her map went flying through the air.

Oh, for the love of, she grumbled and watched it float to the ground. Retrieving it, she flipped her hair and fluffed it. Is this desert haunted? She bent over and slapped the dust from her jeans. A pair of white running shoes materialized in the dust cloud. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught. She stumbled back. Her mouth moved, but nothing came out. She rubbed her eyes and blinked the sand from her lashes. Holy shit! He must be a mirage.

Standing in front of her, near six feet tall, was what could be described as a dream. His light-colored tank top had enhanced his moderately tanned skin, bulging with bands of solid muscle. His long black hair hung down his back in a single braided rope.  Eyes wide and dark as the night held her captive in a predator’s gaze. From the look on his face, he wasn’t pleased to see her.

What are you doing here? Amitola asked when she found her raspy voice.

He stepped closer. She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. She shuddered. He towered over her like a giant. He growled. Considering you’re trespassing on Thundercloud land, I could ask you the same thing, he said and fought to control his temper. "I don’t feel like dealing with reporters today!"

I’m not a reporter! And I wouldn’t have the slightest idea why one would be interested in you. My name is Amitola Wolfdancer. I’m looking for….

He held up a hand. If you’re not a reporter, what are you doing out here?

She tightened her jaw. I am a botanist. If you’d let me finish, I was about to say, I’m looking for….

He narrowed his eyes. What would a botanist be doing in the Arizona Desert? Every plant and fungi, out here, has been cataloged. The information is public knowledge on the Internet.

You arrogant ass! Then, I guess, I was looking for my shadow, she said with a touch of sarcasm. And… since I’ve found it, I can go home now.

Tom grinned and watched her firm bottom twist in her tight faded jeans. He wet his lips. Hmm. Maybe I was a tad too harsh. He zipped in front of her. She gasped and stepped back. He offered a hand. Guess we got off to a bad start. I’m Tom. My family owns this land. Unless my vibes are wrong, you’re a little lost, Miss Wolfdancer.

"I am not! she said and jutted her chin. I know exactly where I am. I’m in the, um," she broke off. Her mind had drawn a blank. The amulet around her neck, nestled between her breasts, vibrated. She flinched. Her eyes widened; her heart began to pound again. What the! Unobtrusively, she covered the amulet with her palm.

Little liar. Tom softly chuckled. "And… exactly where would that be?"

I’m, um. I’m in the Sonoran Desert. She swallowed to moisten her dry mouth. "I’m looking for a sacred mountain, which obviously is lost."

Tom glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Mother’s Mountain is not lost. Why were you going there?"

Did he say Mother’s Mountain, as in mother’s milk? She frowned. You’re extremely nosey. Why do you want to know?

His eyes widened. Unless she’s Dine'é Kay-Yah, how could she know anything about mother’s milk? That’s where I’m headed?

Really? I wonder. Her eyes sparkled.  I don’t suppose I could….

Tag along? Tom grinned again. I thought you weren’t lost?

I’m not!

He arched an eyebrow, dipped his chin and cleared his throat.

Amitola exhaled. Alright – maybe a little. I just thought since you were, and I was. I mean we’re both going, she broke off. Oh, never mind. I’ll find my own way.

Tom chuckled and jerked his head. Sure… you will. Come on, Rainbow.

Amitola fell in beside him and struggled to keep up with his wide strides. What did you call me?

Tom stopped and frowned down at her. Didn’t you know your name meant rainbow? He began walking again.

I don’t know much about my father’s side of the family, she confessed. Only what my grandmother Wolfdancer had told me as a child, and from books. I’ve lived most of my life in Cairo, with my grandparents. I’m half-Egyptian, she volunteered without prompting. She winced. Why am I telling him this? He’s a total stranger!

Tom snorted. So… what made you become a botanist?

I guess you could blame that on my mom. She was what would be known, today, as a modern medicine woman.

She’s a priestess then, a healer among her people.

"Was, yes, she corrected. According to my maternal grandmother, our family was descended from the same Egyptian bloodline as Isis. If you can believe that."

"Honestly, Rainbow, I’m willing to believe almost anything. I hope you don’t mind me calling you, Rainbow?" He glanced at her again and softly smiled.

Amitola’s face showed some color. I don’t mind. I suppose you could call me by my other nickname, though.

Which is?

Ami or Amit.

Tom frowned. We already have an Amy in the family. Amit sounds a little, I don’t know, stale. I’ll stick to Rainbow.

She smiled. "OK and I’ll just call you, Tom, then."

He laughed. Sounds good to me.

So, Tom, are you interested in plants?

He snorted. No, but my Uncle Sam is. He’s a doctor and – never mind. You’ll meet him soon enough.

If you’re not into plants, what are you into? Apart from rescuing lost women in the Sonoran Desert?

Tom looked skyward. I guess you could say, I’m into the stars.

Amitola’s eyes lit. So, you’re an astronomer?

One side of his mouth turned up. Something like that.

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Eli groaned and touched Jackie’s throat. He swiped his phone and went back to the lift. This is Eli. Miss Smith has attempted to escape. She’s in the elevator. I’m taking the stairs. Detain her until I get there. Send someone to exam room one. Miss Smith knocked Jackie out. There was some blood. She might need stitches.

He filled a hypodermic syringe, capped it and dropped it into his pocket. He grabbed a tourniquet and headed for the stairs.

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The doors opened. Two darts hit Christine in the chest. Jerking wildly, she fell to the floor. Eli glared at them. "I told you to detain her, not tase her! Hold her arm still, he growled and uncapped the syringe between his teeth. Pulling the needle out, he removed the tourniquet and stood. Take her back to the exam room."

Chapter 4

Jared and Donna were discussing wedding plans when his thoughts had been interrupted. Jared, it’s Joel. I just got a disturbing call from Christine, my ex.

His eyes widened. He swallowed hard and pretended to listen to Donna. From Christine? Why would she call you? Where was she?

I don’t know. GW Forrest is holding her in some kind of medical facility. I don’t know where it is, and she didn’t get the chance to tell me. Jared, she’s in trouble.

If GW Forrest has her, you damned right, she is. Without knowing where she is, I don’t see how we can do anything, though. Was she gonna call you back?

I doubt it. Her phone is dead – battery was drained, and she didn’t have her charger with her.

How are you keeping this from Luke?

I’ve blocked him out for the moment. Christine did give me a little good news.

How do you see that?

She’s dropping the kidnapping charges and allowing Luke to stay with me.

A slight smile played on Jared’s mouth. You’re right. That is good news. Now, you can be my best man.

Joel snorted. You want me to be your best man?

You’re family, Joel. Will you do it?

Yeah – sure. I’d be honored.

Good. Now, let’s get this thing with Christine sorted.

Joel arched an eyebrow. Sorted? You’re starting to sound all prim and proper. Jared mentally growled and bared his teeth. Joel chuckled. I was kidding, Jared. Geez man – lighten up a tad. What do we do about Christine?

Jared took a slow breath. This wasn’t Sir Richard’s problem, but he needed his help. Let me talk to Donna’s dad. He has connections all over the globe. Maybe he’ll have some suggestions.

OK, Jared.

How are things going there? How are Myra and Tom… dealing with this?

Myra is hurting. That’s easy to see. I’m holding it together. I’m trying to keep an eye on my dad. Knowing him, he’ll try to pull something. Tom went for a run.

A run! He’s supposed to be helping Ronnie Houston guard my house.

Joel snorted again. Jared, I’m capable of looking out for the family while you’re away. Tom needed to unwind. He won’t be gone long. What’s eatin’ you? You sound anxious.

Donna realized Jared hadn’t been paying attention to her. Jared? She narrowed her eyes and frowned. How do you feel about a naturalist wedding? You know, get married in the nude? Is that alright with you?

Sure – OK, he said, noncommittal. It registered; his eyes turned to dark pools. Whoa! What? No way!

She laughed. Now that I’ve got your attention, what’s going on?

Oh, nothing. Joel has agreed to be my best man.

He can’t! If he’s seen, he’ll be arrested!

Um, Christine called him. She’s withdrawing the kidnapping charges. He and Luke can come out of hiding.

"And that’s all that’s got you distracted?"

He groaned inwardly. Yeah, honey, he said and swallowed hard. I’ll be right back. He kissed her forehead and approached Sir Richard and Marie.

Donna narrowed her eyes. Sure it is, she said and forced her breath out.

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Christine blinked to focus. Through her grogginess, she saw Daryl. A warm feeling enveloped her. What you did was stupid, Miss Smith. You could’ve killed your nurse. Now she’ll be afraid of you. He shook his head. This is another indication of your desperate need for treatment.

Christine’s heart sank; her smile faded.  You’re not Daryl.

No. I’m your doctor – remember?

Her eyes glossed; she couldn’t remember. Daryl was supposed to come and get me. Where is he? Where am I? She tugged her hands. Why can’t I move? What did you do to me?

Eli injected something into her IV. I’ve given you something to help you relax, so you can get some sleep. We’ll forego the tests until morning.

"Tests? What tests? Where am I?"

Sleep, Miss Smith. I’ll see you in the morning.

Christine looked up and traced the clear tubing, taped to the top of her hand. She drifted in and out. There was someone else, she’d talked to recently, but her head was so full of fog she couldn’t remember. Her eyelids slowly dropped.

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Jared sat beside Donna and kissed the back of her hand. What’s this silly talk about getting married in our birthday suits?

She smirked. I was trying to get your attention.

"It worked!

Not entirely, she sighed.

What do you mean?

She locked eyes with him. Why do you keep blocking me out? I’m open to you. I don’t keep things from you. Why, Jared?

He groaned. It’s a reflex, honey.

A reflex? she snorted. The bonding ritual didn’t mean anything to you?

Yes! You’re mine. Nothing can take you from me.

"Yes, it can, Jared. Me. I’m tired of you blocking me out. I need you to trust me. If I’m sad, your thoughts soothe me. If I’m scared, they comfort me. I wanna do the same for you. I can’t if you block me out every time something happens. I wanna share your life, Jared, and not just the good times. Please, stop blocking me out, or I’ll assume you don’t want me in your life."

Tears stung his eyes. "I don’t just want you in my life. Donna, you are my life."

Then tell me what’s wrong, and not just part of it. It’s either that, or.…

Jared put his fingers to her lips. His eyes were so full of sadness and dread. Come with me, he said and led her to the back of the plane.

Sam looked up as they walked past him and Juanita.

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Jared brushed the back of his fingers against Donna’s cheek; his hand quivered against her skin. He stared longingly into her eyes. "I love you. I can’t begin to find the words to express, just how much I mean those three words. I am so afraid, if I make a wrong choice, I’m gonna lose you again. If I tell you, what you want to know, I’m taking that chance. But, if I don’t tell you, I’m gonna lose you anyway. So, if I don’t tell you, I lose either way."

Donna frowned. Jared, you’re talking in circles. What is it? How could you lose me, by making a wrong choice?

By saying the wrong thing, telling you something I shouldn’t. By telling you, I’m concerned that I’ve already made a wrong choice. You remember when the Dine’é Yá made you choose, whether to take away Sam’s memories, and you challenged them?

Yes, she said slowly.

They told you, no matter what choice you made, the baby wouldn’t be changed back, and they wouldn’t alter the timeline to make things right again?

Yes.

Either they’ve gone back on their word, or I’ve made a colossal mistake.

What do you mean?

Jared took a slow breath. They gave Sam a choice. They showed him a vision of his future like they did us. He saw how his life could be if they changed him.

Donna rolled her eyes. Change him? In what way?

"Genetically, Donna, genetically. They changed him in the same way as they changed your baby. In the same way, as they changed you, and everyone else who took part in the ceremony at the Hall of Knowledge. You and the baby only required a small change. I don’t know why, but Sam went through excruciating pain when they changed him."

Donna’s eyes widened. And you don’t think this was a good thing?

"I’m not even sure if it happened. You were right. Someone was trapped in the tomb, two people, José, and Pedro Vasquez. Apparently, they’d been working with Gregory Forrest. If Andrew was even telling the truth, he said groaned and rolled his eyes in agitation. I’m so angry with myself for not paying closer attention. For not considering the possibility that even I could be deceived. If Bitah had found a way to, he broke off and swallowed hard. Donna, I couldn’t see or hear the Dine’é Yá, who spoke to Sam and showed him the vision. Tears glossed his eyes. Honey… I’m not even sure you’re real. I don’t know if we’re here, and this is actually happening or if it’s all been part of a well-orchestrated mindstorm."

Donna inhaled slowly and mulled things over. How could he come to such an outrageous conclusion? She could understand why he’d been reluctant to tell her anything. But she didn’t put as much trust in the aliens as he did. What makes you think this?

Jared swallowed hard again, feeling as though he were standing on a crumbling bridge. A bridge that once stood firm, but now decayed beneath his feet. "Before Sam and I were trapped in the pyramid, José and Pedro Vasquez were alive. They were alive when we came out of the tomb, Donna. They were right behind me when we got ready to leave. I heard a noise, a gasp of pain. When I turned, they were gone. I went back into the tomb, to say goodbye to my brother. José and Pedro Vasquez’s bodies were propped against the wall, alongside Joe’s. The look of horror and pain on their faces, he broke off. It’s just, everything seems so screwed up. Even this, he showed her the wristband. When I put it on, the leather was old and cracked. The symbol was faded. Now it looks as it did the last time I saw Joe wearing it. Think about it. Gary and Juanita broke up. You had a premonition that we need to go to Chichén Itzá. You were told someone was trapped…."

"But someone was trapped, Jared," she blurted.

"Yes, but what if that had been what was supposed to happen? What if those men had been meant to die there? What if Sam and I should never have gone into the tomb? They wouldn’t let me take my brother’s body out like I wanted to. Sam and I were about to put it into one of the body bags. They stopped us.  They said, ‘No! Take only the seed of Bitah. The seer has need of it. Joseph’s resting place must remain undisturbed. Should you take him into your realm, you would not be able to explain. You are right, though. Your brother is not in this trap. Do not trouble your mind with that thought. We will not explain. We will not create a paradox.’ What if we’ve created a paradox?"

Are you the only one who heard this?

No, he hissed in agitation and softened his voice. No. Sam heard it too.

Donna closed her eyes and groaned. Was that all they said? Or was there more? Just – just tell me - word for word. As much as you can remember.

Jared sighed heavily, cradled her face and gently massaged the sides of her neck. Tears swam in his eyes; he blinked. "Donna, I don’t wanna lose you. Please, please. Don’t make me… tell you everything. What I say… could affect our entire future together. They could still take you away from me."

Donna tightened her jaw. "I am not with you because of the bonding ritual. I am not with you because the Dine’é Yá suddenly decided, we’re worthy to be together. They might be powerful, and I’ll admit that, but they don’t rule my life or control my destiny. I, alone, decide which direction my future goes. I stay with you because I love you, because I want to be with you. Not because of some trick by Bitah or decree by the Dine’é Yá."

Jared closed his eyes and shook his head. Donna, you don’t understand. He put as much emotion behind his words as possible.

No, Jared, she smiled. "You don’t understand.  I want to be with you. Stop worrying about silly choices. We could easily destroy the future, by ignoring the present and trying to live in the past. Sooner or later, it all comes together. Life is one long, exciting adventure. We’re just along for the ride. As I see it, we have two choices. Grab the sides of the raft, brave the rapids and drift to a safe shore or throw our hands in the air and go over the waterfall. Either way, I promise you, if we go over that waterfall, I will still be hanging onto you for dear life. OK?"

Jared sighed deeply and covered her mouth, feeding on her lips. There was so much logic in her words, but it wasn’t that easy for him. Donna’s heart ruled her emotions. Jared didn’t have that luxury. He had to be the voice of reason. No matter how much he wanted to be like her, and just let go, he had responsibilities. People depended on him. Finally, he nodded, but there would always be things he couldn’t share with her. That was one of the plagues which came with the mantle on his shoulders.

Donna smiled again. So, what were you and my dad talking about, and how is it gonna affect our plans?

Jared smirked. When are you gonna stop asking such direct questions?

A sly smile turned up the corners of her mouth. When you stop blocking me out.

You’re not gonna let this rest, are you?

Not when it concerns our future.

He arched an eyebrow. I know what’ll happen when I tell you, but here’s the story, he began.

Chapter 5

As Amitola neared the mountain, the amulet around her neck came to life, pulsating and warming her skin. Tom sensed a change in her. All the while as they’d been walking, she’d been extremely talkative. Now, she was quiet and anxious. Something that had him more curious than anything. Before, he could read her thoughts, now he couldn’t.

The amulet around her neck got even warmer. Tom attempted to push past what seemed to be an ordinary warning barrier. He couldn’t. The effort left him drained. He leaned against a boulder, at the foot of Mother’s Mountain. We’re here, he exhaled.

Amitola looked up and frowned. It doesn’t look special to me, she said and instinctively clutched the amulet through her shirt, to conceal its slight azure glow.

Tom unscrewed his canteen and offered her a drink first.

No, thanks she smiled. I came prepared. She brought out her canteen and drank her fill.

Still feeling a little drained, Tom brought out a bag of trail mix. We’ve got a hard climb ahead of us. You’ll need the energy.

Amitola grinned. I’ve got just the thing. From a clear plastic bag, she shook, what looked to be some raisins, into his palm.

Tom arched an eyebrow. Wolfberries?

She chuckled. Their scientific name is lycium barbarum. I grow them in my greenhouse. Most of the ones on the market have been laced with pesticides.

Tom chuckled and popped some into his mouth. Wolfberry is easier to pronounce.

You’ve had them before?

Oh yes. Like I said. When it comes to natural remedies, my uncle Sam is fanatical.

Given half a chance, our bodies heal themselves. People depend too much on drugs and machines to solve their health problems.

You said you were half-Egyptian, and that your mother was a priestess. If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your grandmother?

Amenset Nasser-Pasha, Amitola said and sighed. She can be a little eccentric and overbearing at times, but she means well.

Tom stood. Amenset? That’s not a common name. Do you know what it means?

Yes, she said and regarded the winding trail up the mountain. Daughter of the Sun.

"Sun, as in the Sun?"

No. She stood and repositioned her backpack. Amun-Ra. The sun god or sun king, whichever way you want to look at it.

Tom chuckled. It would be interesting to look into your family history. It’s not often a Native American, and an Egyptian priestess gets together. How did they meet?

"In America. My father was a palaeobotanist. My grandfather probably had a hand in that. He had a thing for antiques, and old artifacts. You wouldn’t believe the collection of old documents, and specimens of rare and extinct plant fossils, he has."

He collects artifacts?

"Collected, Amitola nodded. There’s this one, well, actually he only has half of it, but anyway. It would remind you of a spearhead. According to my grandfather, it belonged to one of his dark distant ancestors, she scoffed and shifted her backpack again. On his deathbed, he made my grandmother promise, she would find the other half. She’s been searching the world over, looking for it."

Tom groaned inwardly. It sounded as if she were talking about something that had come straight out of his great-grandfather Thundercloud’s book. Something his father had warned him about, before Tom, had returned to this realm. Amitola nearly lost her balance. Mentally, Tom chastised himself, for being distracted. He held out a hand. Give it to me.

I’ve got it.

He rolled his eyes. Rainbow, you’ve stumbled three times, already.

Amitola frowned. How can you be so steady, on your feet?

I’m part mountain goat and as strong as a bear, he said and smirked. Now, give me the backpack.

She sighed. Don’t forget, stubborn as a jackass. How can you carry two and still climb this mountain?

Tom shifted his to one arm and slung hers over the other arm. Grabbing her hand, he easily pulled her up. Watch me.

Amitola gasped. What do you eat? Steroid crackers?

He chuckled. Must be your lycium bar whatever-you-called-them.

Yeah, right, she snorted. "Wolfberries give you a lot of energy, but not that much. I’ll figure out what your secret is."

His mouth spread into a slow smile. I’ll look forward to that.

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Donna listened to Jared’s story about Christine and did exactly as Jared expected her to. She was horrified anyone could be under Gregory Forrest’s control. What’s my dad doing about it? Does he have any idea where Forrest is holding her?

At the moment, no. John’s men are looking for her.

Is there anything we can do?

Jared tightened his jaw. "And just what do you think, you could do?"

Try and find her.

"How are you gonna do that?"

I don’t know, Jared, but we can’t sit and do nothing.  I worked for him, remember? Maybe I could….

Jared’s alarm system went off. "No! You are not going anywhere near him! Do you hear me, Donna? No compromise - we’re not discussing it. This is exactly why I didn’t wanna tell you, in the first place. You never give a thought for your safety. You let your heart completely overrule your common sense. You would run into a burning building to save a kitten, knowing there was nothing you could do. If you won’t look out for yourself and our child, I have to. I have to be the voice of reason. Forrest would consider getting his hands on you as a major prize."

"But, that was George Forrest, Jared. This is Gregory."

And what makes you think he’s different? You heard what Andrew said. You said so yourself. Gregory is worse than George ever was.

Well, maybe I was wrong. Maybe we can reason with….

And maybe Sam and I will bury the hatchet, he interjected. "Not a chance in

Reviews for A Vested Interest 9

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I loved it !! I hope there is a book 10 coming out soon