Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

Silvie was half out of her chair, snatching the glass to double-check. “Holy, moly. You didn’t just do that?”


I directed my thoughts to the water within the glass and with a twirl of my fingers, sent the water flying upward. It skimmed Silvie’s nose and hit the ceiling with a tinkle then sprayed out. Beautiful crystalline drops showered all over us.

On my feet, I twirled around. “I have another skill.”

“Silvie, get the check. I’ll get this one out of here and come back for you.” Silas snagged my hand and tugged me from the cafe with lightning speed.

“Oh my goodness. Did you see that?”

“Keep moving.”

We raced out of the mall and stopped behind the closest parked car, a solid black SUV. Silas checked all was clear then ’ported us.

As we arrived in his bedroom, I jumped up and down. “The water skill. This is the best one to have.”

“Incredible.” He twirled me around, his excitement now as great as mine. “You’ll need training.”

“I can go to Elizara for that.”

“I’ll take you whenever you want. I want to see everything you can do.”

“This is amazing.” I plopped onto his bed, which bounced packages of clothing to the floor. “I need water. Lots of water.”

Leaning over me, he planted a kiss on my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him with so much energy I was ready to explode.

“Hope.” Deep breaths as he drew away, his hands sliding down my sides and over my hips.

I pulled him back, until every hot inch of him sent heat into my skin. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

“I thought you wanted water?”

“Oh yes. I’ll take you and water.” I rolled off the bed and heaved him by the hand with me. Once in his bathroom, I plugged his deep bathtub and set the water to run. It trickled through my fingers, warm, wet and gloriously wonderful. Needing to be surrounded by water, I kicked off my shoes and in I went, down onto my belly where I sloshed around.

Silas bent over the tub’s edge, scratching his head. “I should return for Silvie.”

“I want you in here with me.”

“One never ignores Silvie.”

“You shouldn’t ignore your girlfriend either. Come and play with me.”

The heated look he sent had my toes curling. Then he stepped in and rolled in beside me.

The water rose and splashed over the rim. I peered over the edge and with a flick of my hand, directed the spilt water into a bubble. It lifted and hovered an inch or two from the white-gray tiles.

“That’s amazing.” Silas planted delicious kisses all over my face, and more water gushed over the edge.

“Hold on. Let me get that too.” With a single thought, I guided it into a bubble and lifted it so it fused with the first.

His blue eyes sparkled. “Okay, let’s dump this water out. I’ve gotta see that again.”

He had a deal as his lips met mine.





Chapter 8




“Hope, catch.” Out in the station yard, Goldie raised a pail of water and tossed it right at me.

I started to duck, but stopped and lifted my hands. The flying water halted, rolled into a giant bubble that gurgled until it smoothed out.

“That is the coolest skill.” Goldie beamed.

From the moment Silas had brought me home after having spent yesterday with him, I’d practiced hard.

“I seriously cannot get enough of seeing you do that. Okay, float it back to the pail again.”

Maslin whistled from where he perched on the top railing of the corral. “No. Bring it closer to you, Hope. Being born of the mated bond, you hold the full strength. I don’t, but I have an idea I’d like you to try. Something I can’t do.” He jumped down from the railing, and the dust rose and settled over the tips of his boots.

Above the sun’s rays blazed, the outback heat as relentless as ever, and I fixed my tan Stetson higher on my head and rubbed my hands together. “Sure. I love ideas.”

“You’ll have to insert your hands into the water.” He strode to the bubble, which I still floated, and tapped his chin as he walked around it. “I can’t levitate water like this. I can drive its natural flow further across the land, but this is beyond my reach. What kind of quantity do you believe you can float?”

“I don’t know. I did a bath-full yesterday.” Only because Silas had near emptied it. I smiled at how we’d accomplished that.

Maslin clicked his tongue. “A bath-full is nothing. Those with the full strength can lift and move a small pond-full. I don’t see why you should be any different.”

“I’d love to do that.” I jiggled about. “Oh yeah, like right now. I don’t know nearly enough about this skill.”

“We’ll visit the river to collect water, and then head to the front field’s watering hole. We’ll see what you can move.” He glanced at Goldie. “Coming?”

“Absolutely.” She dropped the metal pail and it bounced with a twang on the rock-hard ground. “I want to see everything Hope can do.”