Son of Our Blood by Kathi S. Barton Page B

for her. She tensed and put out her hands. She did the only
thing she could think of and threw out her hands to toss him away. And she did.
    He flew backwards and hit the wall
behind him. She had never been able to do that before and stood there stunned
while he stood up. He didn’t come toward her, but watched her carefully.
    “You ever do that before?”
    She nodded then shook her head.
    “How? Magic or something else.”
    His voice was calm, scary calm, but he
didn’t look pissed. “Psychokinetic, or I guess with my mind. And since I was a
kid. I’ve never been able to throw anyone before, but…are you hurt?”
    “No.” He sat down in the chair that
they’d been in earlier and continued to look at her. “Who else knows? My dad? Bradley?”
    “Not Mr. Wolfe. Your dad guessed…well,
he asked me and I told him. But that guy, the king does, I think.” She glanced
back at the door. “Are you going to let me out?”
    The door clicked open behind her and she
stared at him. “You can do it as well. Everything I can do, so can you. You
could throw me because of our bonding. Your…ability, I suppose, is enhanced,
stronger. There are a great many things you’re going to be able to do that you
couldn’t before.”
    She didn’t move, didn’t try to leave. “Like
what?” She wasn’t sure she really wanted to know, but for whatever reason
didn’t want to leave just yet. “Can I fly?”
    He smiled at her, but didn’t answer her
question. “The man. Did you see him, his face? Could you make him out if you
saw him again?”
    She thought about it. She’d looked at
him nearly the whole time, him and the girl, but couldn’t remember what he
looked like. She frowned when Mac asked her again.
    “No. The girl I could, but not the man.”
She sank to the floor. “It was real, wasn’t it? All of this is real, isn’t it? That
man killed that girl by sucking her blood and then stabbing her to death with a
knife and you’re really a vampire.” He didn’t answer again.
    There was a tightening to the room and,
suddenly, the woman from earlier was standing there. She looked at the two of
them then at the bed. She smiled at Mac. “She’s your mate.” He didn’t answer,
but looked at her. Andi didn’t answer her either when the queen looked at her. “I
had hoped this would happen. You’ll both be very happy—”
    “There’s been another murder. And Brandi
has been pulled into the dreams too. She could see the woman. I still can’t,
but she can.”
    The queen seemed to wilt and, suddenly,
there was the king. He glared at Mac, who only shrugged. Andi didn’t know why,
but she felt suddenly protective of Mac.
    “We told her about another murder. Mac
didn’t do anything to her.” Andi stood up and ready to toss his ass across the
room too. “You need to tone down the power or whatever it is before I hurt
you.”
    She didn’t think she could and the man
apparently knew that too. But he did nod at her as if to say, “you win this
round.” He picked up the queen and held her. He looked first at Mac then at
her.
    “We will talk in the living room of this
house. My guard is surrounding this property so we can talk here.” He started
toward her and she tensed. “I only wish to go out the door, little one. I mean
you no harm.”
    “Shamus, there’s something else you
should know, know about her.”
    She looked at him to see which “her” he
was talking about.
    “My mate has a power of her own. One
that has gotten stronger with our bonding.”
    He grinned. “As it should. I’ll see you
both upstairs. And Mac, don’t dally. I can see your lust; it will have to
wait.”
    After he left the room Andi tried to
step through the door too. Mac stopped her by calling her name. She turned back
to look at him.
    “He’s right.”
     She looked at him harder.
    “I want you again. I want you beneath me
right now. But we must talk to everyone. Especially because I’m afraid he might
have seen who you are.”
    “I