A radiant light shaped in human form embraced her. They zoomed forward. No. Not again. She’d never had the experience of someone shooting her out of a cannon. The way they tore through nothingness had to compare. An abrupt stop left her head spinning. She dropped to her hands and knees, fighting nausea. Fresh air. Warmth. The scent of green grass. Ari clawed her fingers into the ground. Real, solid. They’d finally stopped. Dalir stood over her in the tree lined field. He was no longer dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Now he wore close fitting dark pants, tucked into black boots, and a dark chest plate formed to every muscle in his torso. Leather strips crisscrossed his chest. The grips of what looked like two swords stood out at his back. No part of her imagination could have conjured up someone so formidable. Lethal. And he glowed. Ari jerked back and landed on her butt. “Stay away from me!”
