Well, she’d heard of worse ideas. “If I do this, will you help me get back aboveground?” She needed to be on the front lines, yet truly didn’t want to raid the armory and have to shoot her way out of the king’s headquarters. But she would.
“No.”
He could’ve at least considered the option. Moira sighed. “What should I do?”
“I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. Good air in, bad air out.” Kane’s voice softened. “Start with your toes, relaxing and letting all tension ebb away. Move up to your calves, working on your legs, hips, ribs, heart and so on until you get to your head.”
She’d meditated before. Kane was rushing this, probably in a hurry to find his brother. So was she. “Conn knows how to manipulate matter with energy,” she murmured, concentrating on her breath and allowing stress to flow away from her skin.
“I know.”
Her eyelids flipped open. “Did you teach him?”
A smile threatened. “Ah, no. He tried to teach me. Burned the crap out of my eyebrows.” Kane settled into the leather. “Something about the process escaped me.”
Yeah, a high intelligence wasn’t enough. “Altering matter with energy takes more than studying quantum physics, Kane. You need to feel the change as much as think it.” She glanced around. Even in the comfortable room, the heaviness of the rock above pressed down.
“I don’t comprehend ‘feeling.’ Logic and thought ... that’s what matters.” Kane studied her, reaching and pressing the button on a remote. The screen shifted from the lake to a full moon, the light leaping from the wall. A deep forest spread out beneath the sky, the trees so thick they blurred into one long, free form.
Moira’s eyes misted. “How did you know?”
“You’re a witch.” He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it ruffled. “I don’t understand the power you get from the moon, but so long as you believe it’s there, we’ll use it.”
The glimmering body seemed to draw Moira in, offering a comfort of sorts. Her arms grew weightless, as if she floated an inch under a lake’s surface. “Some argue the moon has feminine energy, which explains most female witches being stronger than males. Some, not all. Lunar power does exist—just look at the influence of the moon on the tides.” Speaking of influence, her head rolled back against the cushion. “What did you do?”
“Nothing. You relaxed yourself. Nicely done.” A rustle sounded and the scent of male and smoldering amber wafted around her. “Now close your eyes and picture Conn.”
Conn filled her head. Green eyes, powerful shoulders, smart-assed grin. Connlan Kayrs shoved every other thought to hell. The look in his eye as he’d taken her on the plane shot through her memories, speeding up her heart rate. She pulled in air to fill her chest, forcing her body to stay calm. “I found him.”
“Okay. Now reach out to him.”
She tried. As if calling someone on a cell phone, she sent a question through time, through space to find him—a cosmic hello. Magic swirled around her brain along with science. Yet she couldn’t accept the thought of speaking into someone else’s mind. How was it possible? Well ... waves carried light, they carried sound ... cell phones worked with radio waves. Thought waves, especially those coming from power, certainly made sense. Maybe she could do this.
“Stop thinking. Try and find Conn.” Kane failed to mask the bite in his words. “While I can’t figure out how, there’s no denying the fact my mated brothers can speak telepathically with their mates. So do so.”
Moira dug her nails into the leather. “I am trying.” Accepting the possibility of telepathing her thoughts into Conn’s stubborn head equaled a huge leap of faith for her. “Now stop interrupting me.” Damn Kayrs brothers. Bossy, each and every one of them. Something she’d complain to Conn about when he arrived home.
She allowed the earth to warm her feet. Conn? His name echoed around her head, but nothing came back. No images, no feelings, not even a vague sense. Irritated, she opened her eyes and caught Kane without his mask on. He quickly yanked down a veil to shield the anger and urgency filling his eyes. Calm interest remained.
She tugged her neck to the side, popping out the tension. “You’re concerned.”
“Yes.” He rubbed his chin. “If whoever took Conn is smart, and we have to assume they are, considering they succeeded, they’ll know to kill him.”
“Why?” Her voice cracked. A fear she’d kept at bay clenched her stomach.
“If they don’t, they’ll die. Conn will make sure of it.” A matter-of-fact tone rode Kane’s words, but the air around him tensed.
What if they kept Conn drugged? He had to be alive. As his mate, wouldn’t she at least be able to sense if he stopped living? Her gaze landed on a crystal figurine of a frog glinting in the muted light, perched haphazardly on the side table. She grabbed it, the coolness comforting her palms. “Are you attached to this?”
“No.” Kane leaned back in the thick chair, his arms on the rests. Tension radiated from him, scattering waves and disrupting the peace of the room. “Some woman I dated in the seventies threw that at my head when she dumped me.” The vampire shrugged. “Apparently I was a toad who couldn’t commit.”
Moira frowned. “Why keep it?”
“Why not?”
Indeed. Well, if he wasn’t attached to the little bugger, maybe she could center herself better. Perching the frog on her palm, Moira tilted her head to probe into the shine. Particles swam before her eyes, morphing out and in, assuming the form of the amphibian, then free forming into a ball. The glow dimmed as she dug deeper, going for the subatomic particles, seeing them, feeling them. Focusing a gentle wave, she cascaded energy throughout, scattering them to vibrate in a different configuration.
Light shimmered, expressed in particles and waves. A glow centered around the ball, crackling with her energy. She tossed the circle to her other hand, allowing the light to shift from white to blue and back to white. Joy in the creating, in the altering of matter to energy warmed her.
She sent out a message to Conn.
Pain slammed into her solar plexus. She cried out, drawing her stomach in, dropping the ball. The energy burned a hole in the antique rug, whishing out to nothingness. She jerked her head into the cushions. “He hurts. So bad. Ribs, neck, well ... everywhere.” Tears stabbed behind her eyes.
“Focus, Moira.” Kane leaned forward, his hands cupping her knees. Heat flowed from his palms. “Where is he? What do you see?”
Nothing. She didn’t see a damn thing. Pain ripped along her spine. Conn?
Moira? While faint, his voice filtered across her consciousness.
Yes. Where are you? Open your eyes.
Can’t. Swollen shut. Love you.
Pain exploded in her head. Then nothing. Whatever connection they’d found disappeared.
She scrubbed away tears. “He’s hurt. No clear vision, doesn’t know where he is.” He said he loved her. “I think he fell unconscious at the end because everything went dark.” Conn passed out. He wasn’t dead. “I didn’t feel a knife at his neck or anything like that.” Her voice quivered, and she cleared her throat as she wondered who she was trying to convince—Kane or herself?
Kane wiped a rough hand across his mouth, his eyes shifting to black. Vampires had dual-colored eyes; the tertiary color emerged only in times of great emotion. She’d wondered what Kane’s color would be. Now she wished she didn’t know. “Did you smell anything?”
She lifted her chin, shutting her eyes. “Blood and dirt.”
“Hear anything?”
“The drip of water ... like on stone. An echo, something hollow.”