“What good will that do? I hate to be a wet blanket, but your ability to detect other talents, impressive as it is, isn’t going to be of much use here, Lucas.”
“Don’t move, don’t say a word, don’t even breathe if you can help it. Just give me a clear prism so that I can focus.”
Amaryllis did not hesitate. A few seconds of blind seeking, a slight sense of disorientation, and then a crystal-clear prism formed out on the psychic plane.
He sent the raw energy of his talent through it and watched with a sense of satisfaction as it separated itself into colored beams. He chose the darkest band.
And then he went to work crafting a solid brick wall across the entrance of the alley.
He heard Amaryllis draw in her breath when she saw what he was doing. He knew she must have been shocked, but her concentration did not waver.
The wall materialized out of the dark night. It matched the walls of the buildings on either side.
The running footsteps were very close now.
Lucas was torn between the necessity to work quickly and the equally urgent need to work carefully. The danger was that he could easily overwhelm Amaryllis’s ability to focus if he used too much of his talent. She was full spectrum, but he was off the chart.
He was already pushing her harder than he had ever pushed a prism. But she did not waver. He used a little more talent. He knew he was going beyond the range of a class ten now.
The focus stayed steady.
Lucas took a chance and eased more power through the prism. The illusion of a brick wall became increasingly solid. It blocked the entire entrance of the alley. Lucas could no longer see the street, which meant that their pursuers could not see the alley.
The nature of an illusion was such that even a good one could not completely block out direct light. The effect was that, viewed from the alley side, the wall glowed because of the light from the street lamps. But since there was no light from the alley to pass through the illusion, the wall would appear solid when seen from the sidewalk.
At least, Lucas hoped that it appeared solid.
The other potential problem with the effect was that the “wall” had no substance. If someone tried to lean against it, he would tumble straight through and find himself in the alley with Lucas and Amaryllis.
Lucas felt sweat trickle down his back. At any second he might overpower Amaryllis. If that happened, things were going to get nasty. But even in that dire moment, a part of him took a surging pleasure in being able to use the full range of his talent for an extended period of time. The experience was intense and incredibly satisfying. Lucas reveled in it.
Footsteps came to a halt on the other side of the illusory brick wall.
“Where the hell did they go?” a man growled.
“Must have ducked into a doorway or somethin’.”
“They gotta be around here somewhere. I saw ’em turn down this street.”
Lucas realized that some of the bricks at the top of his wall were partially transparent.
Amaryllis gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. She said nothing, but he sensed that she was trying to tell him that she was all right. He remembered what she had said when they had linked the night of the reception. I won’t break.
Lucas eased a smidgen more talent through the prism, just enough to solidify the upper layer of bricks.
“These doors are all locked or boarded up,” someone said on the other side of the illusion. “So are the windows. They didn’t have time to pick any locks or bust any glass. Where are they?”
“Looks like they got away,” a second voice declared in disgust. “I told you we shouldn’t have tried to work with knife-happy Dancer and his pal. Guy’s never been the same since the Western Islands Action.”
“Not like we had a lotta choice. Wasn’t time to hire reliable talent. The client’s pissed off. Somethin’ to do with gettin’ even because Trent threw him outa the city. He wanted the Iceman taken out at the first opportunity. This was it.”
“Yeah, well I guess your client’s gonna have to stay out of the city a while longer. Dancer and Rand really screwed this one up. Come on, let’s get outa here before someone calls the cops.”
Lucas listened to the receding footsteps. He held the brick wall illusion in place until he was certain that the men were gone. When he was satisfied that he and Amaryllis were alone on the street, he cut the flow of energy.
The wall vanished. The empty sidewalk and street in front of the alley reappeared.
He heard Amaryllis exhale slowly and deeply. She did not say a word. The glorious satisfaction that he had experienced a moment ago vanished along with the illusion of the wall. Reality returned with a thud.
Now she knows, Lucas thought. A cold chill settled in his gut. Amaryllis was the first person to learn the truth about him since Dora had died.
Psychic vampire.
“Let’s go,” Lucas said wearily. “We need to find a cop. A real one.”
Dancer and Rand were still lying on the street where Lucas and Amaryllis had left them. Their pockets were empty and they were not in a cheerful mood. They were more than willing to blame their companions who had been assigned to wait near the Icer.
“We’ll pick the rest of them up soon,” one of the officers assured Lucas. “We know most of these guys. Any idea of why they targeted you tonight?”
Lucas rubbed the back of his neck. “I think a guy named Beech can answer that question.”
“Is that a fact?” The officer gave Lucas a speculative look. “You must’ve pissed him off.”
“I sometimes have that effect on people.”
* * *
Amaryllis remained silent during the drive back to her little house. Lucas couldn’t tell if she was angry, shocked, or horrified. He felt the cold feeling grow inside him.
This was the end. Well, he had known from the start that this would not be a long-term relationship.
A bleak desperation seized him when he found himself walking Amaryllis to her front door. He tried to tell himself that the feeling of impending loss was crazy. After all, it was not as though he and Amaryllis had ever had much of a future. A short-term affair was the most he could have expected. Perhaps even that prospect had been as much of an illusion as the brick wall that he had built tonight.
“I’m sorry.” He stood on the step and massaged the back of his neck as Amaryllis deactivated the door lock. “I should have told you, but I’ve never told anyone except Icy Claxby and my wife, Dora.”
Amaryllis stepped into the hall and turned to face him. “Who’s Icy Claxby?”
Lucas stopped rubbing his neck. He was not going to get rid of the tension that easily. He braced one hand against the doorjamb. “Icy raised me after my parents were killed. He was an untrained prism. He recognized what I was. Warned me not to tell anyone. Said people would call me a vampire.”
“Psychic vampire.”
He closed his eyes briefly and steeled himself against the pain. “Yeah.”
“But you were tested.” She searched his face. “You’re certified as a class nine.”
“I didn’t take the test until I knew I could control the talent.”
“You’ve got more than one talent. You’re not just a detector. You’re also an illusionist.”
“Yes.”
“It’s extremely rare to have two types of psychic power.” She sounded curiously detached, as if she were giving an academic talk on the subject.
“Amaryllis, I realize that this has come as a shock.”
“Yes, it has.”
“I know that professional prisms are always careful not to work with strong talents who might burn them out. And God knows I’ve heard all the urban legends about off-the-scale talents. But you worked with me tonight. Nothing happened to you. I didn’t take over your mind or anything.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Which proves that the myths are garbage. Nothing more than horror stories designed to give people a few cheap
thrills.”
“Is that right?”
“Of course it is.” Why was he struggling against the inevitable, Lucas wondered. There was no point trying to convince her to ignore what had happened. He was wasting his time. “Besides, we’re not likely to get into a situation like that again. I don’t see why we need to let it get in the way of a relationship.”
She contemplated him for a moment. Her eyes were wide and deep in the glow of the door lamp. “I’ve always known that I was a strong prism.”
“For which we can both be grateful,” Lucas muttered.
“But I’ve never thought of myself as a freak.”
He frowned. “You’re no freak. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t you see, Lucas? I was able to hold the focus for you tonight. You must have been operating at what would be the equivalent of a class eleven or maybe even a twelve.”
“Look, I know how you must have felt, but—”
“If you’re some kind of psychic vampire, what does that make me?”
He stared at her. “What did you say?”
“My power is as strong as your own,” she said very quietly. “Technically speaking, when it comes to psychic energy, power is power, regardless of whether one is a talent or a prism.”
Wispy remnants of the deep satisfaction Lucas had experienced during the link drifted through him. “I hadn’t thought about it in quite those terms.”
Amaryllis walked back out onto the front step, stood on tiptoe, and put her arms around his neck. “It seems to me that you and I have a few more things in common than we originally thought.” She brushed her mouth lightly against his. “You don’t know what a relief it is to realize that I’m not the only one around with more psychic energy than the lab techs can measure.”
Lucas wondered if he had stepped into the center of one of his own illusions. In the next instant he concluded that this was no time to question the nature of reality. He was a pragmatic man by nature, not a philosopher.
He crushed Amaryllis against his chest, lifted her off her feet, and carried her back through the front door.
Chapter
8
Amaryllis heard the front door slam shut and realized that Lucas had kicked it closed. He did not bother to hunt for the small panel on the wall to switch on the lights. Instead, he carried her through the moonlight and shadows into the living room.
The urgency in him threatened to steal her breath. His undisguised sexual desire was as potent as the power of his talent. It swirled around her as if it were a cloak, enveloping her completely. Amaryllis felt the heated rush of passion flowing through her, driving out the tension and fear that had gripped her during the encounter with the street thugs.
With wholly uncharacteristic recklessness, she cast aside her questions and her common sense. The future could take care of itself. The only thing that mattered was this moment and the possibilities inherent in it. She had waited so long for the man of her dreams.
“Lucas.” She tightened her arms around his neck.
“I’m here,” he whispered. “I couldn’t leave now for all the jelly-ice in the Western Islands.”
He lowered her onto the couch and sprawled heavily on top of her. His mouth closed over hers as he pulled the remaining pins from her hair. He inhaled deeply.
“It reminds me of the jungle flowers,” he said.
She felt his strong hands on the buttons of her blouse. His fingers trembled as he opened the garment. He broke off the kiss to gaze down at her breasts. “So beautiful.” He touched one nipple wonderingly and then bent his head to take it into his mouth.
Another wave of excitement flashed through Amaryllis. She lifted herself against Lucas and felt the hard, thickened evidence of his desire. She struggled with his clothing until she got his shirt undone, and then she touched him with shy eagerness. He groaned.
She stroked him more daringly, relishing the taut contours of his chest. When her fingers brushed against his rib cage she felt a long, unnatural furrow of toughened skin.
“You were hurt,” she whispered.
“Accident.” He dismissed the incident with a drugging kiss. “Long time ago. You want me, don’t you? You really want me. I can feel it.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” Amaryllis said simply.
It was true. A joyous abandon swamped her senses. She was powerful, more so than she had dreamed. She had discovered the truth about herself with a man who could share that power with her. The knowledge was dazzling.
A lifetime of self-restraint went up in smoke. Amaryllis felt wild and eager and free. She hovered on the brink of great discovery, and she could scarcely contain herself. Questions awaited answers.
Lucas rained kisses on her bare shoulders and nibbled at her ear. There was a desperate, straining impatience in his every touch.
He reached down to seize a fistful of her skirt and haul it up to her waist. The feel of his calloused hand on her thigh was so intensely intimate that she cried out with pleasure.
“Are you all right?” He lifted his head to search her face.
“Yes, yes, of course, I’m all right.” She shoved her fingers into his hair and dragged his mouth back down to hers.
He gave a soft, husky laugh that dissolved into another aching groan. She heard something tear and realized it was the crotch of her panties.
“Damn,” Lucas muttered. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it. There are a lot more where those came from. I buy them by the dozen on sale.” She raised one knee and pressed it urgently against his muscled thigh.
Lucas cupped her gently and buried his face in the curve of her throat. “Remind me to buy the next dozen for you.”
He lifted himself away from her, just far enough to allow him to unbuckle his belt. He got his trousers unfastened and then he eased himself back down between her legs.
He stroked her, his hand vibrating with his own urgency. Amaryllis trembled. She was intensely aware of her own dampness, and she knew that Lucas was breathing in the scent of her body. She was grateful for the shadows.
She felt him part her with his fingers, and then she felt the broad head of his shaft. There was moisture on it. Uncertainty flared for the first time. She had not expected him to be quite so large.
Lucas started to ease himself into her. He paused.
“You’re tight,” he whispered. “Small and tight.”
“No, I’m not. I’m perfectly normal. The problem is that you’re too big.” She smiled and touched the side of his face. “But don’t worry about it. I won’t break.”
He made a hoarse sound deep in his throat, and then he surged into her, filling her with a suddenness that sent shock waves through every nerve in her body.
Amaryllis gasped and stiffened. She dug her nails into Lucas’s back. She had expected some pain, but not quite this much. She inhaled quickly, trying to breathe her way through the moment.
“Amaryllis.”
She almost laughed in spite of the discomfort she was experiencing. The stunned shock in Lucas’s voice was a thousand times greater than her own.
“Don’t worry.” She framed his face between her palms and kissed him fiercely. “I won’t—”
“I know, I know, you won’t break.” He returned the kiss with great tenderness. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it wasn’t important.”
“The hell it wasn’t.” Lucas started to ease himself back out of her.
“No.” Amaryllis clutched at him. “Don’t stop. Not now. I want this. I want you.”
“Not half as much as I want you. But I never expected that you would be a virgin.”
“I told you, it doesn’t make any difference. I’m old enough to make my own choices.”
“Yes, you are, aren’t you?” Lucas’s eyes glittered in the shadows. “Link.”
She did not understand at first. “What?”
“Link with me.”
“Beautiful.” Lucas thrust deeply into her body at the same instant that he poured sparkling waves of energy through the prism.
He made no effort to focus the raw talent. Instead, he let the waves of light splash and froth in a waterfall that cascaded into a brilliant, swirling pool.
The result was a swirl of sensations and an almost unbearable sense of intimacy.
He was her true mate. The one for whom she had waited.
Talent and prism bound by their own shared power.
Amaryllis wanted to scream as the pleasure stormed through her, but she could hardly catch her breath. She was being tumbled about in a fountain of light, color, and energy. Excitement, euphoria, and laughter exploded within her.
She was dimly aware that the pain was still present, but it had blended with all of the other sensations. She could no longer distinguish it, let alone identify it.
“Unbelievable,” Lucas muttered against her ear. He began to move rhythmically within her. Simultaneously, he reached down to touch the small bundle of nerve endings hidden between her legs.
Amaryllis stopped breathing for an instant. A delicious tension seized her insides.
“Hold me.” Lucas pushed himself deeper into her.
“Don’t let go.” He withdrew slowly and then eased forward once more. “Don’t. Let. Go.”
“Never.” She clung to him.
Wild power crashed through the prism.
It was too much. The tightness in her lower body came undone with no warning. Amaryllis fell headfirst into the whirlpool of sensation. The focus link fractured and disintegrated as she lost what was left of her concentration, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. The waves of pleasure continued to wash over her.
She was vaguely aware of Lucas thrusting into her one last time. He went rigid. Then he gave a shout of exultant satisfaction and fell heavily on top of her.
“Have you ever done that before?” Amaryllis asked a long time later.
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