Awareness surged through the link, followed quickly by a flash of red pain. Ethan raced onto the patio, wincing at the sun's brightness. It was nine-thirty, and here in the mountains where there were no smog nor high rise buildings to block the sun's heat, he was really pushing his limits.
He didn't care. He headed past the pool and tennis courts and out into the meadow. He found her sitting on the same rock as last night.
She looked up when he appeared, her expression troubled. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be inside, and out of the sun?"
"What in the hell do you think I'm doing out here?" He squatted in front of her. The injury she sustained on her temple was bleeding again, and there was black dirt on her shirt and jeans. The soil around here was a reddish brown. "You've been missing for four damn hours."
