though the best possible outcome would be death. She could end up fried beyond repair.
“I can teach you the magic since you have the power.”
“That’s impossible. It’s lost, not a single soul possesses that knowledge.”
“I do.”
“Prove it.”
Chapter Four
Brilliant flashes of color danced from Devlin’s fingers to wrap around the thick air and skip towards Raven. The sparks of glistening light streaked through the darkness, a ménage of colors.
It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could only stare with fascination as wave after wave floated past. The power it would take to create such a spectacle terrified her.
She grabbed for the white cotton T-shirt Devlin had thrown on the ground and pulled it over her head, suddenly unable to bear her own nudity.
“Have I proven myself to you?”
The light flickered then faded to black.
He had more than proven himself, as he well knew.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Devlin turned, his head cocked.
“What? That you’re more powerful than anyone has the right to be?” Her back still turned, she clutched her hands in front of her. “Who taught you?”
Silent, he moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Does it really matter?”
She jerked around to face him. “Yes. Damn it. It does.” There would be no stopping him if his intent were sinister. She would not put him in a position to destroy.
He pulled her against him, a sigh wracking his body. “In my world many people have the ability to tap into the power, to see beyond the scope of the imaginable. Is it so unusual to you?”
Raven leaned back against the strong planes of his chest, her eyes squeezed shut, heart pounding. “What are you?” she whispered, not sure if she wanted the true answer.
“I am the same as you. The amethyst I left for you, did you recognize it?”
She nodded. “It was identical to my mother’s. It’s been in my family for years.”
“They are identical. They both came from the same stone. A very rare amethyst found only in my world.”
“That’s impossible. How would my family have it?”
“As I told you before, I believe you are from the line of Minoan. Did you ever wonder why your family has such incredible psychic abilities?
The knot that had settled in her stomach twisted, a dull aching pain.
“Your distant grandmother was the leader of the rebelling Minoans who fled to this world. The legend says she fell in love with one of you and made a family with him.”
“One of us?”
He shrugged, either oblivious or ignoring her irritation. “Different. Not from our world.”
“Let me get this straight. My relatives are originally from your world. You need to go home, and I’m the only one that can save you?”
“Something like that. So, do you think you can get the gate open?”
Did she really have a choice? Either he was telling the truth or was completely loony. And if he was telling the truth, he might be able to hand her answers she had sought her entire life.
Pulling away from him, she waded into the pool, stopping where she believed the gate rested. She knew she had reached her destination when the icy water suddenly heated around her. Excitement trickled through her veins as potent as the most stringent liquor.
Moving her hands around in the now-thick water, she tried to find the orifice of the gate. Tiny tendrils of power wrapped around her fingers, pulling her closer. She gasped at the pain. Each felt like a flame licking her sensitive flesh. Jerking back, she motioned for Devlin to join her. Quicker than a flash of light, he was beside her in the deep water.
“All the force concentrates here.” She pointed to what she believed to be the nexus of the power. “There is a tiny vortex of chasms that must be unwound before we can go any further.”
Brows furrowed he stared at the water. “Can you do it?”
She nodded. “Yes, but I’ll have to stop without a reserve of power, and it may reconfigure