his skin.
A small viewing tear started to appear in the air in front of Scarlet. “Oh, my God, it’s working.” She nearly jumped up and the tear started to fade again.
Crap!
She stilled herself and started to picture Archer again.
“Just like that, Scarlet. You are getting there. Keep focused.”
The viewing tear widened, looking something like the one that Scarlet had jumped through when she came here.
The scene that emerged was Archer and the Outsiders standing in a group in the middle of a road, facing off against another group of people.
A big man with red hair spoke, stepping in front of the rest of his group. “I’m looking for Archer of the Lycan.”
“What do you want?” Archer answered.
“We want the pyro.” Scarlet didn’t hear what else was said because the women started talking over them.
“Oh, my goodness, is that Archer?” Ath asked.
Scarlet nodded, but didn’t answer verbally. Her eyes were glued to the scene playing out in front of him.
“Wow! He’s all kinds of hot .” Kell exaggerated the word hot, making it sound like hawt.
Scarlet would have rolled her eyes, but she was trying to hear the conversation she came across.
“Shut up, all of you,” she snapped and immediately felt guilty. “Sorry, just let me watch and I’ll answer all your questions later, ‘kay?”
“Sure, Scarlet.” Ath nodded, frowning when it looked like Dani was going to open her mouth.
Ath held her index finger up to her lips, telling Dani to be quiet.
“They are looking for me?” Scarlet asked as she listened, then the big red head ordered his people to kill Archer and the others, and Scarlet’s heart sped up and seemed to jack rabbit up into her throat.
She watched the fight, her hands balled into fists wanting to get in there and burn those idiots who thought they could hurt her Archer!
My Archer?
The fight was over as the thought entered her mind and the blinding light flung back.
The light caused Scarlet to jerk back, and it severed her connection with the other side.
“No!” she yelled, but it was too late. The viewing tear quickly closed.
“Help me get it back.” She turned to Ath, her voice panicked. “I need to see if he’s going to be okay.”
“You won’t get it back. You are too excited to form the concentration you’d need,” Ath explained with a frown.
“Bull. I know I can get it back, so, help me.”
Kell put her hand on Scarlet’s shoulder. “Please breathe and relax. The portal is gone. You will have to wait to make another. Forming the bridge takes a lot out of you.”
Scarlet wanted to rail at them, to screech that she could do it. She wanted to see Archer again. She wanted to know he wasn’t hurt. Her heart felt like it was breaking, and she needed to know the man she lo—”
The man I love.
The thought stopped her, and she realized that she was exhausted, bone weary. There was no way she could open another viewing tear, and the others couldn’t do it for her. Then the thought struck her again.
The man I love.
She did love Archer—so much for not letting her heart get involved. Stupid of her, but it was done. There was no denying it now.
“Is he even looking for me? They looked like they were on some other kind of mission.”
She wasn’t speaking to any of the others, her eyes still locked on the place the tear had been. Did Archer even care about her?
“Oh, I’m sure they are looking for you. It’s only been about four hours there from the time you came through,” Ath said.
“What?” Scarlet’s head snapped around so she could pin Ath with a look. “Four hours? It’s been four weeks.”
“Yes. Here.” Ath nodded. “Time moves faster in our realm. One week is approximately one hour on Earth.” She shrugged her shoulders. “That’s part of the reason it’s so difficult to make a tear. Time-space constraints.”
“Thank you, rocket scientist.” Scarlet’s mouth twisted. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“You