Angel had left Zorack appalled, without giving him time for any explanation. She was too agitated, furious and irritated as marched hard down the hall towards the cabin they had reserved for her.
Everything in her life was destroyed. And it was all Zorack's fault. She had fled the instant realized the control was missing. Pyrokinesis. Psychic ability was supposed to allow a person to create and control fire with the mind. There were also children at puberty or adolescents who were going through a crisis or emotional instability. The unconscious released energy that could move an object with just the mind.
It was like a sixth sense. A rational explanation could be found for everything. Married ?!
Daughter of a king ?! Yeah, yeah. Angel swallowed insults, remembering foster homes. Her head was throbbing with a migraine. That was always how it started. And there were still those people on those machines that looked like coffins in one of the ship's compartments. She took a deep breath. Were they dead?
-Wait! Zorack shouted, running after her.
-Skirt! - She replied with a decided and hard voice. - Or this time will you tell me what's going on? Are there dead people inside that ship?
Zorack managed to grab her dazed arm. Dead people? But what a curse! he should be careful to keep some parts of the Spartackus without access to new visitors.
-As well? - he asked suspiciously. are you been wandering around alone, cursing?
-Cumming, why is that ?! - Angel jerked free, returning to gear. - They are...
After all, her frustration exploded with memories.
- Damn bastard! - Angel refused to cry. - Miserable coward. Lied to me. said you was going back, but ...
Zorack stopped dead at that moment.
-Listen...
-Are you going to explain? - She screamed out of her mind. -Are you going to explain why you decided to leave me there alone? I was a child! Do you know what happened? Do you know what they did to my life? Tests and tests ... and ... and ...
She would never confess the unfortunate abductions to her. She was on the verge of a hysterical crisis
Angel took a deep breath denying the memories. He wouldn't even remember. No broken walls or unknown creatures moving through the burning hall. She was there alone and waiting ... Zorack had told her to be quiet and wait for her. Of course, he was going to come back. He always kept his promises.
The eyes shone with absolute fury and bluish.
She could scream.
God… oh, God, it hadn't been Zorack who had come back. It had been those ... she shook off the grip on his arm. The metallic, cold breath of those creatures ... A shiver of pure horror took over her face as if lived the scene again.
The cold, frightening clawed hand that touched her arm ...
"Finally, my child. It is finally between us."
Little did she realize the hysterical horror that invaded her. There was no air. There was nowhere to hide. She was alone and lost in their hands. The sensation that cut through her skin and experiences in her body almost left her in an absolute panic.
Zorack can easily capture images with the intensity of the violent emotions she channelled. Horror. Fear. Ache. She swore as loudly as could when her hands reached the tear-streaked face.
"Ravenack, I'm going to kill you, damn hellish creature. When I get my hands on you. Curse you!"
-Look at me! Just look at me! - his plea was that of a convict. - Ended! It's over, baby. It's safe here. I will not allow it...
It was not the reaction Zorack expected. At least what the girl remembered? What a hell!
-You don't know what happened ...- he tried to argue.
-I don't know who gave me up for those things? I trusted you. My father ... My God! They ... they did tests and more tests and ...
Zorack swore under his breath.
-Just! Those things! What did you think I could do when I was captured? - He shook with anger and frustration. - Leave you there alone to die? It's over, Angel.
-Great! And are you a captain now? - Angel returned her look more possessed. Without realizing it, her fists were beating against the only field of vision that the shining eyes could see.
-You want to tell me what you would do if you found some of those pests that infested the ... What did you think I could do against Ravenack at that time? Mercy. There was nothing we could ...
Zorack could curse all the worst plagues. It was the same eyes. Only now they no longer mirrored the admiration that made him believe that he could do anything. It was hurt that he saw. Ache.
-You may not believe it, but I didn't have many choices! The life of a damned slave ...
-And did I? - Angel sobbed in defeat. - He ... that thing ... The hands of that thing touching me ...- Mentally she felt drained.
Angel's voice was beginning to get high and hysterical as it rose.
Zorack took a deep breath and summoned all of his mental ability. They were not memories that she needed to remember. Not there. He kept his eyes red as made contact with her mind, forcing himself to be very careful.
- It didn't happen, Cailin. It never happened, Baby. -His own voice trembled. You won't remember that. Not today and never, did you hear well?
he knew that her eyes stung with tears that refused to accept her worst defeat. His world crumbled to pieces imagined Ravenack and everything he would have done. Thinking of Angel suffering all that made his insides revolt.
-You'll just remember the feeling of my hands ... the pleasure you felt ... I can't make time go back without consequences, but you will forget that. It never happened, baby.
Angel's eyes widened without action for a moment and dizzy. And he went back to arguing.
-You should be careful of that. Isn't that the damn captain? Then could have come ... come ... He was not all that time as a slave! Why didn't my search come? You promised me! promised that nothing mattered ... Never ... never ... would never abandon me.
The captain? He could curse. Time. He just needed some time to tell her ... Abandon?
"Misfortune, Angel. I did much worse than that. And I don't even know how to get rid of that damn pact. I won't hand you over ..."
-Killed those people ... they ... they ...
The girl closed her eyes. They were like goddamn coffins ... The people inside ...
- They're not dead. They're in an induced coma, Angel. It is a cryogenic chamber. Eloas and Raini are sleeping in hypersleep. It is safer for them.
-Safer? And who decided that? You? How did you decide to leave me for Ravenack's minions earlier?
-I didn't leave you there! - He replied possessed. - I could now fight and react ... your home here on this planet ... Damn! If I had arrived just before ...
She pulled away and ran away. The cabin. She tried unsuccessfully to close the door.
Angel looked at him. The indignation doubled and was transformed into fury. She tried unsuccessfully to close the cabin door again, blocking his way. She was just furious. She stared at the captain, her raised finger pointed at his chest in disgust.
-And who decided that? You? Since when do you have the right to decide whether ...
-I have all the rights, girl. - Zorack knew it was going to be an argument. - The Tower of Seven needs to be kept intact. It is all that remains of the Great Seven Houses that ruled Édrin. You have no right to judge what I do. I kept Eloas and Raini alive. The chain is a link and cannot be broken. The original power of our people ...
-Our people?! Your people! she shouted. - Sure. I'm just exaggerating. Want to explain to me how you found me? I was not consulted about any wedding! Did you know all this time where I was? You can believe that I also do not recognize the authority of any king who decided this. I do not...
-Without that, Cailín. - Zorack gave up trying to keep the conversation going. She wanted to argue and fight and had managed to catch him angry and frustrated. - Do you think that even if you are a native here? I saw your hands. Has the gift of handling any hot matter. It is a small, undisciplined, uneducated arsonist who loses control out there, my dear.
-I do not do this! - She almost lost control. It was going to be too easy to freak out. "Do you know what it is like to hear a damn doctor say that little green men don't exist?" Do you know what it's like to believe you're crazy?
-You can believe that I already had the pleasure of meeting that doctor. It was safer ... Honey ...
Angel's eyes widened, shaking.
-I'm definitely not your dear. - She exploded out of control. -I'm not called ... My name is Angel. I never had...
The fury returned more intensely than before. And it was recklessness. It was like stirring up a sleeping and furious animal. My God! Just a little oversight was enough. Angel restrained his mental ability with all the strength, feeling her head explode with a dagger in the breathless forehead, and it still wasn't enough. Power was a forbidden and fascinating toy. It had been like this in the house she used to live in ... it had been set on fire ... She was suddenly lost in her power.
It's a pleasure to burn ...
Zorack can hear the mental echo, very attentive to her eyes. Rays! They glowed entirely golden. Around them, a thick fog began to invade the cabin and finally, he swore with all the bad mood possible, his hands starting to emanate energy.
-Hells! Stop it now! Iraine, you better stop your tricks! Now! he snapped, advancing on Angel.
Once again the Tower of Seven was gathered! Seven destinations shared by one. Unbelievable links in a chain of power. He wrapped Angel in his arms, totally oblivious to her weak protests.
The girl was burning at a high temperature when he let the cold energy emanate into a protective flow, enveloping her in a cocoon and gradually the fog seemed to be gathering near the door. Iraine was never very nice to strangers.
Zorack still experienced the suffocating heat, controlling his breathing, projecting power to Angel. She gasped dizzily, clinging to him, gasping for air.
-Breathe, damn it! - he ordered authoritarian. Her gasps were forced squeaks followed by a cough. - Let's go! Slowly! Breathe in the air. Zorack softened the order by stroking her hair and brushing it away from her forehead.
-Oh, she's fine! a soprano's voice echoed in a melodious and almost childlike timbre. -She knows as well as I do, my dear Zorack, that our powers cannot really hurt any link in the Tower of Seven. Although they can sometimes be a little uncomfortable.
The fog condensed, even more, taking on the vaguely humanoid image until it dissipated, revealing someone small and with intent eyes. She looked like a child, perhaps a girl, although the features were not so characteristic.
Iraine straightened her long white hair, showing a smile at the mischief.
- That doesn't justify it, Iraine. - Zorack trembles when facing the most unpredictable and worrying figure of that link. - Cailín still do not master the skills like us and lose control ...
-Therefore, you have the ability to neutralize them, Zorack. Links of a perfect chain, my future king. You have the ability here to neutralize the power of anyone in the Tower. - Iraine commented broadly and looked more closely at the newcomer with disgust. - You should also be able to control ...
-You better shut up! Now! - He growled seriously.
She was nothing like them despite being an Edriana. Iraine observed her clothes and the contours of her small body even more curiously. Soft curves protruded from her chest revealing an appearance totally unknown to her. That creature's anatomy wasn't ...
-Is she really one of us? - Iraine continued even more suspicious. - Is it some kind of disease? She has ... what is it?
Zorack rolled his eyes with evident frustration. Iraine didn't have to be that impolite. He and Angel managed to speak at the same time:
-Iraine ... please, now it's not ...
-What ... what disease? It's breasts, you crazy. You shouldn't either ...
Even though she was exhausted, Angel tried to disguise herself, crossing her arms.
-Enough, you two! - Zorack ordered emphatically. - You know as well as I do that genetic selection has brought about some changes in anatomy, Iraine. The referential matrix was changed because of immunization vaccines after the invasion and ...
-What reference matrix? -Angel asked weakly to know if he would like to know more details.
-Caílim ...- Zorack hurriedly corrected himself: Angel, I'll explain everything to you. I swear I will.
Iraine shrugged nonchalantly.
-He means that Eloas and Raini are still in hypersleep and in the cryogenic machine. If the links are joined, there is no more justification for that. I finally got everything wanted. completely dominates the market ...
-Iraine!
The complaint was so evident that Angel looked at Zorack curiously.
-Curse! I don't like it as much as you do. Links need protection. If something happens to any of us ... before the connection is ...
Iraine sighed in annoyance again.
- Break the connection of the Tower 7 links ?! - she laughed amused without believing. - Do you still think we would have more chances to fight like that? You are afraid, Zorack. Eloas was contaminated. He's asymptomatic. You are afraid that the infection could contaminate us all. It is not because the attacker does not show so much tolerance for high temperatures that this will work. Did he tell you that he was just a slave and host to Ravenack who was lucky enough to escape?
-But what is she talking about? Angel pressed her aching temples.
-Our future king believes that perhaps we can fight the invader. - Iraine displayed incredible sarcasm. - He was looking for the promised fate who had been exiled because of the traitorous father who delivered Édrin into the hands of our destroyers. He really believes that you can create a lot of confusion for them, little arsonist.