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Killable.
Dorian pushed off her immediately. He couldn’t do this. He might kill her by accident. Gripping the sides of his head, he squeezed his eyes shut as a flurry of terrifying images crashed into him. Lena bloody on the ground. Cuts, deep and fatal all over. Knives lined along the table. Chains. Rope.
Cleaver.
“Nooooo!” Dorian thundered. Pure fear struck and he heaved backwards, slamming into the dresser and rocking the solid piece of furniture.
“Dorian!” Lena hollered, but he no long heard her voice.
He heard his father’s.
“Fetch me the bucket, boy.”
“Drink her, son.”
“You’re a waste of spunk.”
The shack, wood, fire, screaming…
Shaking his head, Dorian scrambled to get out of his own head. He jerked as a fresh wave of pain attacked him from all angles. His arms and back sizzled and pure fear struck his heart. He was burning. He was fucking burning!
“Lena!” Eyes widening, he reached out, desperate to cling to the one thing worth living for.
And vanished with Lena still screaming his name.
Chapter 29
Lena scrambled across the floor and over to the dresser where Dorian had just been. “Dorian!”
The bedroom door crashed open. Lena kept screaming. Alistair and Bane rushed in. Bane grabbed Lena from the floor and caged her in his thick arms, driving her backwards. Alistair kneeled, spreading his hand flat on the floorboards.
“No ash.” Glancing back at Bane and Lena, the terror in his eyes melted into relief. “No ash. He’s not dead.”
Lena’s knees buckled and down she went.
“Whoa, shit,” Bane scooped her up and sat down on the bed, putting her on his lap. “We got you,” he said soothingly. “He’s okay. He’s okay, Lena.”
He wasn’t okay, he was gone! GONE! Her head and heart couldn’t catch up with each other. “I just watched him sizzle into nothing!” She was going to puke.
“He must have flashed,” Alistair stalked around the room, scenting the air. He stopped and scrubbed his face with both hands. “Christ, I’m gonna hurl my meal.”
“Don’t blow chunks on Emily’s bed. Mom will have a fit.”
Alistair braced himself against the dresser, his broad shoulders testing the limits of his cotton t-shirt. His muscles bulged each time his chest expanded and contracted. Several more footsteps raced up the stairs. Emily dashed in first, followed by Marie. Then Bowen and Emerick.
It was a goddamn party in here.
“What happened?” Emily blanched. “Where’s Dorian?”
“Flashed,” Alistair sighed. “He’s only flashed.”
“He can’t flash,” Emily argued.
“Well, he did,” Bane snapped back.
Marie pressed her hand to her mouth and walked around the room carefully. “You’re sure?”
“It’s the only explanation. There’s no ash, Marie.” Alistair gripped his mate, and she wrapped her arms around him, then started crying with relief.