actual Dji yet, her dream self could enjoy.
* * * *
Light was coming over the horizon, daylight was upon them and Dji knew he’d need to be prepared. He had people to protect and it was about time he did something other than kill people.
He would never be able to forget what Dmitri had done while in possession of his body. Dji had much to atone for, but right now he had to get his mate out of this situation before the shaman did something stupid. All he could do now was gather what strength he could, so he was ready when the others arrived.
It was the first time in a long time he felt useful. He kept to himself, not expending his energy. Dji would be ready.
He dozed off and on and saw the unbelievable. His brother Baakir was leading Zareb and Joy into the tribe. It looked like they were bound together and the two were led to the poles where he and Ive were tied. This couldn’t be good. How were they caught in the trap? He’d warned Joy this would happen. It couldn’t end like this. Anger welled inside him. He didn’t want to be a puppet any longer.
“I’m going to untie you. Can you stand?” Zareb spoke, but his lips didn’t move.
Dji gave a slight nod that he understood. Zareb worked at the ropes on his hands and soon he was free.
“Joy said that two others from the Masters’ tribe are here somewhere. Be on the lookout for them. Kir is with us.”
“Not possible.”
“It is. How do you think I ended up unbound and able to untie you? We’ve spoken and he is coming back with us. Be prepared because things might go a little crazy in a minute.”
The shaman walked up to them looking entirely too pleased with himself. Kir wasn’t far behind. The shaman spared a glance for Ive and Joy and it seemed as if they were to be untied as well. Things were looking up, but how were they going to escape this mess?
It was his fault. If he’d been more with it after the plane crash he could have prevented their capture.
“What have we here? Kir says he has the Vessel. If that is the case I no longer need any of you — not your souls anyway. Djimon, I’m sure Dmitri is ready to come home now. What do you think?” the shaman taunted.
That was the last straw. The energy burned hot inside him. Dji rose up and up, his feet no longer on the ground, and he snarled. He held his hand in front of him and released lightning into the shaman. He would not allow his body to be possessed again. He was stronger than that now and had a few of Dmitri’s tricks up his sleeve. His soul hadn’t always been dormant when Dmitri was in control. He supposed he could thank the spirit for that at least.
Ive came towards him and so did Zareb. One stood on each side of him. They spoke to him, but he didn’t hear. He released more lightning, rocking the camp with explosions. He wasn’t even aiming anymore.
It finally sunk in that everyone was safe and it was time for him to stop. Zareb and Ive had got through to him. The shaman was destroyed, as was half of the tribe.
“We’re fine. Zareb said the Vessel has been destroyed. It’s over. You’re done now, right?” Ive was stroking his arm. It was soothing in a way nothing had been in a very long time.
Dji dropped to the ground and sobs racked his body. It was a release that he’d needed for a very long time. The possession and the atrocities Dmitri had committed while in his body. The loss of control and the guilt that never seemed to go away. It pressed in tight and the only way to let go was through tears. He’d killed again. He was a monster and deserved to be put down.
He vaguely heard Ive tell Joy the situation was under control as she tried to comfort him. Zareb was still there, too, and he calmed down. He wasn’t going back. There was more talk about the camp, but Dji closed his eyes and focused on getting himself completely under control. The power surge was draining. He didn’t notice when Ive left, but Zareb didn’t leave his side.
“We’re going to