Authors: Susan M. MacDonald
“And my mom?” The words barely made a sound.
“She's stronger than you realize, Alec. But yes, I can help her, too. With Riley's assistance.”
Riley pulled away from his embrace a bit to stare up at Darius' face. “Are you yanking my chain?”
Darius' smile was brief. “I wouldn't dare. You have the healing gift. Same as me.”
“Cool.” Riley raised an eyebrow. For a moment her eyes met with Alec's before she turned back to face his parents, the faintest blush tinging her cheeks.
“You'd better get started.” Alec gave a curt nod. He launched himself from the wall and brushed past them, heading quickly to the living room.
Riley opened her mouth to say something but Alec ignored her. He was too distracted as he trudged down the hallway towards the living room. His mind was reeling. It was all over. In fact, it had never happened. Rhozan hadn't arrived yet. The world was not destroyed. Peter was in his bedroom, not floating around Rhozan's rip. His parents were alive and safe and shortly would be in a better state than they'd been for over a year.
He was leaving the life he'd known for something completely unexpected. The sustaining dream of fixing Rhozan's invasion and living happily ever after was over. What the future held, heaven only knew.
He ignored the faint tingle of excitement in the base of his stomach. The incredible possibilities of a life with Darius Finn and Riley were nowhere near the forefront of his mind. There was lots of time to get used to that idea, even embrace it. But not now.
It never occurred to him to look back towards the hall closet where the first rip he'd created had once sat, waiting. It never occurred to him that the wild anger he'd briefly expended had had any results. He didn't see the sparkles.
Susan M. MacDonald lives in Newfoundland. She is married, has two children, two dogs and a fluctuating number of goldfish.