Summon Lyght(78)

"Thank you for being reasonable. Now that we have that settled, you practice moving about while I figure out which of your relatives contributed genetic material to the original makeup of these beings."

Tyler really could care less about that at the moment and headed for the door, elated that his powers were in fact real. Wonder how far he could move from his body without problems? If any. Only one way to find out.

"By the way, you do not need the door. In this state, you are not solid. You can pass through walls."

Tyler looked over his shoulder, almost expecting to see the doc standing there with that odd smile of his, but he was still in his beer trance.

He held his breath and approached the wall, ready to test that cool ass theory. He touched the surface with his fingertip, except instead of touching, they sank right into the wall, and his hand followed, up to the wrist before he stopped. The sight of his arm ending at the wrist, without a hand, created an uneasy nausea and made sweat bead across his upper lip. Sweat? Is that what that was? Seemed odd. He reached up to touch and see, then hesitated. What if his hand passed through his body? He was sure he wouldn't dig that crap. He touched his arm instead and encountered a normal feeling arm. Wow. The doc had said he wasn't physical, but he sure felt it. At least to himself.

Before he could change his mind, he took a step and moved his body into the wall. The nausea increased with one eye looking into the next room, the other seeing only the darkness inside the wall. The wall was made of dense matter, and seemed to press against his eyeball. Really weird feeling. The black hard surface was highly magnified that close. Just amazing. Like his eyes worked like a microscope.

He took his mind off the discomfort in his stomach by thinking about Francis' plan some more. The doc's words about his ability being a possible asset for spying kept replaying in his head. If he could get within whatever range, he could travel without his body and maybe walk right into the gang's territory and find the best way to win that boy away. Or maybe find a better candidate. Or hell, maybe find out enough information that they didn't need a candidate. Even better. Except for the boy being stuck in that douche bag gang. No reason Tyler couldn't do both.

Tyler walked around, not venturing too far. He became aware of a pull from all around him. Outward. Like a soft suction, compelling him toward it. When he thought about it, it seemed to grow and pull more. He focused on it and the pull increased.

"Stop." The voice belonged to the doc and it was all business. "You continue thinking on it and it will suck you right into another dimension. Your thoughts are like propellers in this realm. The worlds are drawn to them and you to them. A void to be filled."

Tyler quickly filled his mind with other thoughts. Peggy. Think of Peggy. In a matter of seconds, the pull disappeared and he breathed in deep, making his way back to his body. Sucked into another dimension? He shivered at the thought and focused on the image of Peggy's perfect lips, smiling at him in that way. In that way that made his heart flop around in his chest like a fish out of water.





Chapter Twenty-Seven



Toren waited with Dorn and Kassern for Peggy and her siblings to arrive. With a plan. What sort of plan? And where in the fuck was Zool? He needed the bastard to not be so fucking mysterious for once in his existence.

He hated that he couldn't touch Sam. So fucking insane. The Diamond Warrior laying there holding the hand of his wife. The farechtera had to put a shield around them to move them to the Conference room without touching them. If the screws holding Toren's temper down got any tighter, he'd blow the cap off. And the Onyx prick nowhere to be found without sending out flares. Fucker. He held the key. If he didn't show up soon, Toren was going find him and kick his ass for taking so fucking long.

Toren needed something to do. A mission to get his mind off of his wife in that box with his Brother. Yes, they were unconscious and yes, he was positive his Brother wasn't hurting her, and yes, he knew Lyght would take care of her, whatever was happening, but this operation was too dangerous and she was still too human.

Toren's mercury kept him stiff one second, then ready to explode through the roof the next. The door opened and he was glad for the meeting to start, glad for—

What the fuck?

The Brotherhood all stood abruptly when four strangers walked into the room.

The tall thin man/boy stopped, both hands raised. "It's us, Dad."

"Francis?" Kassern frowned, then laughed, sounding amazed. "Wow, you're…"

"Like a human, yes." He shuffled his feet before the long table and Toren leaned forward, trying to see the girl hiding behind him.

"Peggy." Unreasonable rage hit him as she stepped out from behind Francis dressed like a teenage…heretic. Toren's mercury shot toward the boiling point. He pointed at the door. "How about you go change into something more decent? Like right now."