Lucian caught Jaxon’s hand and led her to the privacy of the enclosed backyard. “Are you ready? We must leave soon if we intend to travel this night.”
Her eyes were suddenly wary. She had been far too quiet during his preparations, not once asking him anything. Her silence worried him far more than her questions would have.
“I don’t know why, Lucian, but I’m getting the distinct impression we aren’t taking the limousine after all.”
“No, we travel much faster and more safely on our own. Antonio will pull the car out of the driveway and head toward the airport while we take off.”
“And we’re going to…” She trailed off, looking at him expectantly.
“Fly.” He said it softly.
Jaxon swallowed the lump that was suddenly blocking her throat. Somehow she had known. Somewhere along the line she had realized they wouldn’t be boarding an airplane or driving through the state in the white limousine. She wasn’t certain what had tipped her off; perhaps simply being able to read Lucian’s mind. Maybe she was sharing his mind more often than she was aware.
She realized she was twisting her fingers together nervously and immediately put both hands behind her back. He thought she could do this. He expected her to do it. He was treating the idea of flying as an everyday occurrence. “Like superman?” Her attempt at a smile fell flat.
“Not exactly. Clouds are moving in—a perfect cover. I will help you dissolve into mist, and we’ll use the drafts to move through the air.”
Her heart slammed hard in her chest. Her teeth bit more deeply into her lower lip. “Mist sounds a bit difficult to start with. Why don’t we try something easier?’
“Such as?” Lucian prompted gently.
“We can use our feet. You know, just start walking down the highway and stick our thumbs out.” Again she attempted a smile. But the rapid beating of her heart betrayed her.
“Look at me, angel.” He turned the full force of his black eyes on her. “You trust me. You know you do. I would never ask you to do anything you could not do. You are very capable of doing this.”
She was nodding, aware he was right, but at the same time, the thought of her body dissolving into drops of mist was terrifying. “Couldn’t I try something else first? Something easier?” Her fingers twisted together nervously, but she stood resolutely.
Lucian hesitated. Mist would be easy to move quickly through time and space, streamlined, fast, unseen by even the undead in the dark of night. “Mist takes the same amount of energy to create as shape-shifting into owls or birds of prey with tremendous wingspans. It is essentially the same.”
“How can our bodies be squeezed into the tiny little body of a bird?” Her voice was trembling. She heard it but could do nothing about it. No matter how much she wanted to accept this, she was finding the idea terrifying.
Lucian swept his arms around her. “I can help you, Jaxon. Will you trust me to do that for you? I can make the acceptance easier.”
Her first reaction was to shake her head firmly, her teeth grinding so hard on her lip that a small bead of blood appeared. The idea of someone else controlling her was not to her liking, but when she made herself take a breath, she felt differently. This was a part of her life now. Like it or not, she was no longer human. She was Carpathian. There was no going back, only going forward. She had to learn to do this somehow. And she was not going to be able to control every situation.
Lucian watched as she gnawed nervously at her lower lip. The sight was enough to tear at his heartstrings. His palm slid around the nape of her neck, his fingers sliding over her skin, her pulse. Of their own accord his fingertips stroked her blond hair soothingly. He bent his head to hers, his mouth finding hers with ease, his tongue swirling a healing agent over her full lower lip even as he took the essence of her blood into his body.