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“She somehow projected her image to me,” he replied.“I saw double for a second, then she seemed to be standing right in front of me.”
“Did she say anything?”Zoe asked.
“No, but I told her she was mine again,” he admitted.
“Did you use one word again, brother?”Amaros asked pityingly.
“It was all I had time to say before she disappeared,” his second said, hunching his broad shoulders defensively.
Zoe’s brow was furrowed as she tried to figure out what sort of talent her fellow cambion possessed.“Maybe she can astral project,” she said.
“Don’t people have to be asleep for that?”Grace asked.
“I have no idea,” Zoe replied.“We’ll have to question her about it when she turns up.”
“I’d suggest letting her come to us,” Amaros told the warrior.“She’s probably already spooked enough after you told her she belongs to you.”
“Twice,” Zoe pointed out wryly.“The poor woman probably has no idea who or what she really is, let alone what Cam is.”
“It’s going to be a shock to all of the cambions when we tell them about the bond,” Grace added.
Camriel nodded in agreement.“I screwed up,” he admitted.“I just blurted it out in the heat of the moment.”
“The middle of a gunfight isn’t the best time to try to woo someone,” Amaros said in amusement.
Heaving a sigh, Camriel placed his damp towel on the floor.“It’s hard to think when I’m around her,” he confessed.“It’s like I turn into a Neanderthal.”
“Did you ever fight any Neanderthals?”Grace asked, eyes wide in anticipation.
“Ziegel got into a fight with a small pack of them once,” Amaros said.
“What happened?”Zoe queried.
“He took five of them down before one of them bashed his head in with their club,” Cam said.
“Poor Ziegel,” Grace said with a snicker.“He got eaten by a T-rex and murdered by a Neanderthal.”
They shared a laugh about the ill-fated warrior’s plight.
“I see you managed to move the boulders,” Camriel said to change the topic.
“It wasn’t easy, but the bulldozer got the job done,” his leader said.
“We’ll have to put the septic tank somewhere at the front of our base,” Zoe figured.“Unless we cut a path through the woods to fit the cement truck through when we try to build one.”
“That would take a lot of work,” Grace said doubtfully.“We need to test the ground before we try to dig it up.It’ll be a lot easier to dig the hole in soil rather than trying to blast our way through rock.”
“Good point,” Amaros said in approval.She might be young, but the teen was smart.“I saw a boring machine at the hire yard.It should be able to dig down far enough to see what we’re up against.”He picked up the book about how to build septic tanks and they became caught up in discussing their plans.
Cam slipped away after an hour and headed to his bedroom.He’d carried a few closets in before they’d headed to the hire yard.Using the power tools, he began piecing them back together.Humming beneath his breath, he replayed the short amount of interaction he’d had with his cambion over and over in his head.There was something familiar about her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.They’d never met before, but she sparked recognition anyway.He’d seen her dark eyes, dark olive skin and short black hair somewhere before.
Sucking in a breath, he figured out where he’d seen her eyes before.“Phul!”he said in a near snarl.
Amaros had come to check on him just in time to catch what he’d said.The knight strode inside, ready to call on his sword.“What’s going on?”he asked.
“I think my mate is Phul’s offspring,” Cam said reluctantly.“She has his eyes, hair and skin tone.”
“Fate went out of her way to meddle,” Amaros said ruefully.“My mate is Rahab’s daughter.Your cambion is Rahab’s second in command’s daughter.”
