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He blinked. “You have precise control?”
“Of course. No one is dead, and there isn’t a line of folks unconscious where I travel.”
She dismissed her bow.
The doctor was making copious notes. “There are other projectiles?”
She nodded. “I need more targets.”
More targets rose at the far end of the gallery. She lifted two crossbows and began the rapid fire that was more a projection of her mind and far less actual mechanical action. The targets exploded as she moved her arm casually.
She dismissed the crossbows and smiled. “Anything else?”
The doctor looked at her slyly. “Can you bring down Hazor?”
“Probably, but not the way you are thinking.”
Hazor grinned. “You can drop me. I won’t hold a grudge.”
“You seem to absorb my energy.”
He walked toward her. “Oh, do try.”
She put her hands on his chest, and energy sparked and was absorbed. “Oh, shoot.”
Hazor put his hands over hers. “A little more.”
She turned up the energy, and his eyes lit up.
“More.”
She sighed. “Let me know when to stop.” She poured energy into him, and when the flame started, he held her close.
The doctor checked his scans and muttered in shock. He said, “How long can you maintain that, Miss Merryweather?”
“I have six minutes left.”
“Hazor, what are you feeling?”
“My shoulders are itching, and I don’t know that what else I am feeling should be on record.” His voice was a low rumble.
She jerked her gaze up to his, and the fire was curling out of his eyes. “Oh, geez.” She pulled her hands away, and he slammed his hands over hers.
“Keep going, Cloudy.” His words were thick.
She nodded and poured as much energy as she could part with into him.
She started to shake when she reached her limit and whispered, “Nighty night.”
* * * *
Hazor caught her as her energy went dark. The energy she had given him flared in his bloodstream, and he felt the power in his back, flaring into wide buzzing wings of fire.
The researcher crowed in excitement. “I have heard of this. There is a Hellaz Hmrain descendant who has flame wings. He’s a great grandchild from the original overseer.”
Hazor looked at him in shock. “Is she alright?”
“She’s sleeping. Pulse is strong, body is relaxed. Energy levels are stable. I do want to keep her for additional study.”
