27
LINCOLN
I watch Myla’s work from a nearby access archway. She’s never looked more goddess-like than she does today. In one ceremony, Myla both moves old souls and carries new life.
A shimmer moves across the arena floor. I kneel down, setting my fingertips against the ground. There’s no vibration.
Still, my hunter’s sense says that something bad is coming. I take off for Myla at a run. Every nerve ending in my body presses for more speed. My eyes light up with blue energy—it’s my angelic power driving me faster.
The moment Myla finishes her iconigration, it happens. A great pit opens up below my wife’s feet. I scoop Myla into my arms and rush into a nearby access archway.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Fine.” Myla looks back onto the arena. “I almost fell into a pit and no one’s re
