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He fought with his own conflicted feelings.

While this new seer might be Shadow’s, Jon increasingly didn’t get that feeling off his light. Truthfully, the green-eyed seer couldn’t feel moredifferentfrom Shadow.

His light continued to remind Jon of Balidor?and now, even of Vash a little.

He wondered if he might be able to send a quick flare to the ship without getting shot, if only to get a warning out?

?when the handsome seer surprised him, giving him a warm smile.

As he did, he lowered that monstrous-looking organic gun.

“I am Dalejem, Child of the Bridge.” Those perfect lips quirked higher. “And you are Jonathan Sebastian Taylor, otherwise ‘Knight,’ and leader of the human resistance. You are also heart-brother and warrior to my mistress… and the reason for her choosing San Francisco to lie in wait for the opening of the Displacement.”

Jon stared at those green and violet eyes, speechless.

Honestly, he would’ve been less surprised if the guy said he was the King of Siam.

Chapter11

Who Is This Fucking Guy?

Iclicked out, fighting the harder edge of fear and anger riding my light.

I couldn’t feel much of anything off the seer standing in front of me.

I knew that wasn’t the problem, though.

I didn’t know what the damned problem was.

I tried to focus on what I could quantify?with my mind, my light.

His light felt clean. I felt glimmers of Adhipan structure, like Jon intimated over the comm. He was handsome, shockingly so, unforgettably so. He didn’t have the kind of face you wouldn’t notice or make note of, so I knew I’d never met him before now.

The thing that maddened me hovered somewhere out of reach.

The taste of it swam around my light, evoking memory and emotion?safety, love, longing, heartache, confusion, terror, abandonment. The crash and break of the emotional wave made it difficult to breathe, to even think past it.

I stared at him, and I had to fight not to scream at him.

I had to fight not to beat at him with my fists, shove him off the pier and into the water.

I didn’t know his face, yet I did.

I didn’t knowhim,yet I did.

I hated him, but something about him felt so damned familiar.

Something about him felt like home.

I didn’t make any attempt to hide my anger.

“Who?” I didn’t wait for his answer. “What the fuck is a ‘Child of the Bridge’?”

Silence greeted my words.

The green-eyed seer with the antique rifle wasn’t the only one to remain silent. Balidor and Revik didn’t move or speak, either. Since they were the only other people standing with me on the pier, I fought not to lash out just as angrily at them.

They were acting weird as hell, both of them.