Chapter Eight
Adalard was close to a mile into the five-mile trip to his transport when the first wave of uneasiness hit him. He had left to refocus on his mission and put some distance between himself and Samara. The way she had looked at him with a combination of fear, curiosity, and innocence shook him to the core. He didn’t want her to be afraid.
The area around him expanded and contracted as if he had unintentionally sent out an energy surge. He stopped walking and slid his hand under his coat to the laser pistol strapped to his hip. He scanned the area, searching for the anomaly. The second wave hit him with more intensity, causing him to swivel and crouch.
Something was wrong. The power inside him was surging uncontrollably. The ground under him shook and several trees groaned an
