Just.” Vyn groaned and pushed herself away from Paul’s back, wincing as her neck made a distinct crack. She’d forgotten the first rule of entering a portal: don’t do it standing up. She stroked her hand over the warm fleece of his jacket, and his breaths lifted her palm. She let out a relieved sigh. He was still alive. “I get Liam, then I’m coming back for you.” She willed a smile to curve her lips and bent to brush her lips over the shell of his ear. “You. Owe. Me.”Vyn stood and stared around her. Where were the bodies of the vanished? She flexed her fingers. The Goodmans had built the technology into her flesh to manipulate their environment, she was learning that. She lifted her palm, her fingertips curling to trace over the deep bisecting scar running across her hand. She closed her eyes. “Bring Liam Cross to me.”Her palm burned and low metal groans surrounded her, vibrating over the walls. Damn, it didn’t feel like science, it felt like magic. Which was stupid.
