"I'm here," he said.
The fourth pulse hit the dome. It broke apart, the pieces of it crashing down.
Alexander Sturm hung within it, caught in the column of spinning air, his hands raised, his hair pulling with the wind.
He brought his hands together. A tornado moved toward us, a wall of enraged air digging a deep trench in the torn-up lawn. It slid over us, and for a moment I saw the clear sky above. Then it passed and we were still there, floating in the column of Rogan's power.
Rogan smiled at Sturm.
Alexander bared his teeth. A second tornado swung over us and passed.
Sturm snarled something. I saw his lips moving but I couldn't hear the words.
Magic sparked in a flash of crimson. Lenora Jordan appeared between us, nude and unafraid, her head held high. She'd risked a teleport. Oh wow.
Lenora looked up at Sturm and raised her hands.
Silver chains as thick as my leg shot out of the ground, pierced Sturm's private tornado keeping him afloat, and wound about his body. He screamed, his face a mask of agony. The chains wound, squeezed, and dragged him down. He crashed onto the grass at Lenora's feet.
She regarded him for a long moment, derision on her face, and raised her hand. Magic flashed from her in a wide circle. Another null space. She stood within it, Sturm bound at her feet, and waited until a new twister, light and transparent, brought Adeyemi Ade-Afefe over the wall and deposited her between us. Adeyemi raised her hands and began to dance.
She danced and danced, striking a quick rhythm, bending forward, then straightening again. As her feet moved, the tornados lost power. They spun slower and slower, breaking free of the ground, until finally they dissolved into the sky. The storm clouds tore open, revealing the first light of the sunrise.
Adeyemi smiled, lay on the grass on her back, and fell asleep.
A forest of swords studded the lawn. The tornado had picked up Sturm's collection and seeded the grounds with them. For some freaky reason, all of the blades landed point down and now rose at a diagonal, like razor-sharp mutant flowers.
Rogan was holding me. He'd refused to let go of me and so we stood together, watching the flurry of activity on the lawn of Sturm's fortress.
To the left my mother was trying to administer some first aid to Grandma Frida. Grandma Frida didn't want to be aided.
"Will you stop fussing over me?' Grandma Frida pushed my mother's hand away.
"Be quiet, mother. You're bleeding."
Around us Lenora Jordan's people were processing the scene. They had already taken Sturm off, bound, gagged, and sedated. Lenora was still here, fully clothed now, striding through the scene and shouting orders in a crisp voice.
Sturm's people sat on the ground in handcuffs. Two psionics moved between them, broadcasting calm and happy thoughts. A helicopter had taken Catalina out of the area just before the storm broke, and faced with the several dozen hardened mercenaries crying and wailing because she was gone, Lenora Jordan resorted to the big guns and brought in psionics.
A few feet away from us, Rynda was trying her best to take care of Edward. He slumped on the ground, against the trunk of his cypress. Growing the massive beast of a tree must've taken every last reserve he had. The expression on her face wasn't just concerned, it was tender.
An armored vehicle drove through the hole Romeo had made and stopped. The door opened, Rivera jumped out, and held the passenger door open, holding it deferentially. Brian Sherwood emerged into the light. Same height and build as Edward, broad shoulders, sturdy frame, long limbs. He looked like his brother and at the same time he looked nothing like him.
"Rynda," he called out. "Oh my God, Rynda. Here you are."
She turned and glared at him like she saw a snake.
"I missed you so much!" Brian started across the lawn toward his wife. He didn't know that we were aware of his betrayal.
"Nobody told him?" I murmured.
"No." The smile on Rogan's face was frightening.
Rynda rose, her spine perfectly straight, her face iced over, every inch her mother's daughter.
"Did you miss me?" she asked, her voice as cold as a glacier.
Brian halted. "Yes."
"I missed you too, Brian. I endured so much while you were gone."
He took another tentative step forward. "It's okay. I'm here now. Everything will be okay now."
"Yes." Rynda started toward him. "It will. I'm so glad you are here, Brian. Let me share with you everything I've been through."
Magic lashed out of her in a torrent, so potent, I felt it from yards away. Terror, panic, despair, anxiety, worry, crushing sadness, and rage. So much rage. It merely brushed me and I nearly cried just to release the pressure.