If only Meg could stop the driving rain. It poured down in sheets
making visibility a real problem. While she could see Liadan’s body,
the downpour made it a hazy thing. Meg wasn’t sure she could
properly aim. She had practiced and learned to be a good shot. Still,
she didn’t want to risk it in this drenching downpour. She might only
get one real shot.
She couldn’t stop the storm, but she knew someone who could.
She had to hope her husbands weren’t so far gone that they couldn’t
respond. Silently, Meg put the binoculars down and opened the
connection she had with her husbands. She closed her eyes and sought
them with her mind. A tendril of psychic energy brushed against her
mind. It felt like Cian. He reached out toward her. He was weak, so
weak, but Meg sent the message any way. She let her mind wrap
around his energy for a moment, almost pleading with him to be okay.
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After a long moment, the rain ceased.
Dante tensed beside her. He looked up as though he could figure
out why the rain had stopped. “Is that a bad sign? Does that mean
something’s wrong with Beck?”
Meg reached up and pulled the vampire lower. She didn’t want to
give up their position because now the hag was trying to figure out
what had happened, too. Liadan was paying attention to the forest
around her. The hag turned looking all around. Those black eyes of
hers flashed back and forth, taking in everything.
“Beck is fine. I made contact with Cian and asked him to shut off
the waterworks,” Meg whispered. The jacket Dante had provided her
with was set to camouflage mode. So far, the hag hadn’t seen them.
Meg couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t take her long, though. Already
the black cat was staring in their general direction, her triangular head