Warrior (Princesses of Myth #2)

“I do.” More than ever, now that I’d met her.

Faith wrinkled up the tablecloth as she leaned forward opposite me. “Goodness. It’s like I’m staring at my own reflection. Wow. Seeing you before me is a shock, but the greatest one I’ve had so far, and trust me, there’s been a ton in the past few weeks.”

I inched my feet out and touched my toes to hers. “I’ve only known of your existence for a short time.” I itched to get closer still, my blood-bond with her the strongest ever. It called me to her as Dad had said.

She laid her hand on the table and wriggled her fingers. “More.”

I gripped her hand. “I have the ability to mind-merge as you do. I’m merged with Silas right now, and since he and I met, we’ve discovered where Katerin Sol came from.”

She rocked forward and clutched my hand. “Our grandmother?”

“Yes. We’re not alone with our ability of mind-merge. Katerin’s sister, Elizara, spent time with me. The Sols come from the desert of No-Man’s Land. Ours is a rare skill, but there are four at the Sol compound who hold it. I also came into my water skill. It’s another that runs through the Sol line.”

Her gaze searched mine. “Mum knows nothing about No-Man’s Land. She would have said.”

“Dad intends to speak to her of it. He was waiting for you and I to meet, but there are so many other issues, like her own abandonment. He deals with one at a time and won’t be rushed.”

“He’s definitely persistent where her safety is concerned.” She nodded.

“Yes. They’ve been apart for eighteen years and I don’t want to press him after he’s waited so long for her return. What’s a little more time?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and bowed her head. “I hate that I understand.”

Loveria tugged his chair closer to hers. “Your mother is a strong woman, Faith.”

“Yeah, but she was abandoned as a child, and that’s always been her one weakness. If she finds out she had a child she never met, no matter that–” Her voice wobbled. “–Hope died. In her opinion she’ll be no different than her mother, a woman who gave up her child.”

My hand shook as I held hers. “But these circumstances were out of her control.”

“I know, but will she accept it? Alexo must have seen differently.”

I dropped my chin to my chest. My heart ached for my mother. I wanted to meet her, not to cause her more agony by my presence. I longed to know her.

Silas eased an arm around my shoulders. “You’ve met your sister today. Think only of that.”

Faith switched her gaze to Silas. “Excuse me. I’m still not okay with you touching her.”

“She is my mate.”

A determined look lit Faith’s eyes. “As you keep saying, but it’s going to take me a little time to get used to seeing you two together. My blood is fair singing at being this close to her. It’s the whole blood-bond, but totally ramped up.” She stood and came around the table then pulled me to my feet. “And I’ll need to deal with it my way.” “Can you swim?”

Her voice in my head caught me by surprise. “How’d you know I was a telepath?”

“You’re a Wincrest, and the one thing I’ve learnt is our line is highly skilled. You said you had the water skill, so I take it you swim?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Great, because we’re about to take a dip in the river to mask our airstream. I’ve learnt how to escape Davio when needed. You up for some sisterly bonding without the overabundance of protectors in this room?”

“Hell, yes.” I grinned. “I just can’t ’port.”

“I’ve got you covered. Okay, let’s have some fun and ditch this Peacian joint.”

I was all for that. “What are you waiting for, sis?”

She beamed. “Yes, you are, sister-mine.” She flashed us from the room.





Chapter 9




Faith teleported us to a river shrouded by nightfall. We sprinted into its depths, Silas and Loveria having followed hot on our heels.

“Dive,” she yelled with the tightest grip on my hand. “Davio hates me leaving, in every possible way.”

“I’ll give us some leeway.” I swept my hand behind me and sent a wave of water into Silas and Loveria. It slapped into their chests and pushed them back.

“Wow. Love your water skill. I think we’re good to go.” She tugged me under and ’ported us.

We arrived on our bellies on damp sand, the surf crashing in. Sticky grains stuck to my palms as I propped myself on my elbows. White froth rolled in and tickled my feet. “Where are we?”

“Papamoa beach. I live close by, in Te Puke.”

“Oh, I’ve not been here before.” The moonlight touched the ocean, glittering along its surface.

“This is one of my favorite spots.”