She’s naked and waiting for me, and I am one lucky bastard.
My attention flew to her, just in time to see her topple sideways as one of her stupid episodes rendered her incompetent.Shit. Kes ducked at inhuman speed, catching her before she hit the ground.
My stomach twisted with jealousy.Moaning, Nila crumbled into Kes’s arms.You all right? Kes slowly guided her onto her feet.
That—right there. That was the true difference between my brother and me. He caught those who needed to be caught, while I stood by and watched. The memory of Nila falling to the parking garage floor at the Milan airport showed me just how true that statement was.Empathy and softness weren’t permitted. They were the root of all evil for a person like me.
Taking a deep breath, Nila pushed Kes gently. I’m fine. Thanks for your help.
Kes nodded, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. You’re welcome. You should probably have that looked at.In a single bound, Merik dropped into the square. His winds coiled in for close combat. One man, turned. Merik snapped at his chest, felling him in a single swoop.
Two more men charged, cutlasses out.Merik simply laughed at that—as if blades mattered to his winds. To his rage.
He flipped up both hands, funneling his power into a ball. With a flick of his wrists, every dust mote nearby flew at the men’s faces. At their eyes.Merik spun deftly back around, winds spraying outward like an extension of his body. Most men were running now, including the one who’d dragged Cam into the square. But Merik didn’t let him go. In three long steps, he had caught up to the man and kicked him in the back of the knee. He hit the ground, a plume of dust rising that was quickly caught in Merik’s winds.