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in Burma on Second Earth. Carla’s already moved Central’s grid in place. We know your signature doesn’t show up, so we’re hunting for an anomaly, anything that seems out of the ordinary. I swear I’d dematerialize to Burma and start hunting for you myself, but the damn place is as big as Texas.”
    She heard his frustration but her mind whirled with the new possibility that Central could locate her in a day or two, maybe three. Oh … God … yes!
    “If only you could communicate better telepathically. Can you try? Please try. I heard my name twice tonight. That has to mean something.”
    Her own frustration rose until she was kneeling in bed, beating her fists against her pillows. Had she tried? Only a thousand times. Of course I’ve tried, she sent.
    “You can do this. I know you can. If I can feel your presence like this, I know you can talk to me.” He flopped back on the bed and shifted his hips to bring his legs straight out in front of him. His cock lay half thickened on his groin. He was very big and so damn beautiful. She watched tears fill his eyes, spill over, then run down the sides of his face and into his long warrior hair. She moved in close and pretended to touch his hair, run her fingers through it.
    “The minute we find an anomaly, I will come for you. We’ll all come for you. All the brothers.”
    I’m near Mandalay, she sent, but she knew it was useless. She had tried a hundred different ways to communicate, but all he’d ever been able to hear was his name at the moment of her release.
    She had tried different locations as well, moving from room to room while she called his name, changing the time of day, the time of night, beneath the tamarind tree, away from the tree, shouting the words in her head, then calling them softly. Nothing had worked. When she opened her voyeur’s window, that strange preternatural gift she possessed, she could find him anywhere. She just couldn’t communicate her thoughts to him.
    He slid his hands behind his head, his gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling. “I love that you’re here with me,” he whispered. “And I can feel you near.”
    Good. I’m here.
    “Do I disgust you? Please understand, it’s the only time I can hear your voice. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.”
    You could never disgust me. I know you, Antony. I’ve listened to your warrior brothers as well. They speak of you with such respect and they turn to you for advice, for approval. I love your kindness and that you’ve never stopped searching for me.
    It was almost a conversation.
    Almost.
    “Last night before my tour at the New River Borderland, Jeannie and I spent hours scoping South African Territory for your sign.” He smiled faintly. “Now we know you’re in Burma. It’s hard to stay here—I want to fold right now to Burma. But what good would that do? I’ll wait here, but I don’t have to like it.
    “I don’t think I told you this but yesterday afternoon, Jean-Pierre and I hit a rogue vampire lair in Mortal Earth Sweden. That’s when we learned about this rogue in fucking Sedona, Mortal Earth. Remember how Thorne has a house in Sedona?” He sighed. “I love talking to you and feeling you close.”
    Me too, she sent.
    “I chased that bastard north all the way to the Grand Canyon. That motherfucker had one set of wings on him—pardon my French or as Jean-Pierre says, my Italian. He’s so funny. He’s been with me every afternoon, hunting beside me. He’s as wrecked as I am. No warrior ever had a better brother. I owe him everything. Do you believe me that I haven’t stopped looking? That I never will?”
    I believe you.
    He sat up suddenly. “You must do one thing, Parisa. Promise me this, that you’ll stay alive for me. Please … stay alive.”
    I will try.
    “Don’t just try, either.” Yep, almost a conversation. “Do whatever you have to do to stay alive, no matter how horrible your current situation. Know this: I will come for you.”
    She moved in