Chapter Twenty-OneSamantha reeled, falling over her feet as she stepped back, only to be caught by Io. How had it been so quick? How could they ever escape?
Karael stood, the rock beneath the weight of his presence groaning in pain as the folds of his long black leather jacket draped around him. He wore the body of Lucas well, giving him intensity, a purpose that, while alive, had seldom been expressed. Eyes, wise beyond imagination, hard without mercy, assessed the situation. “Brother,” he said, addressing Io, who had remained in the wooden circle. “Why are you doing this to yourself? Calling my attention down upon you in the ruined city was unfortunate on your part. Yet you escape just to run halfway around the planet and call me down once again? One might suggest you're a glutton for p
