“I take it you’ve never seen a Hyborean before.”
“Not even in a drawing.” Her breath came out as a whisper. Their auras were too dim to read. Although she’d no experience perceiving the Hyborean essence, she could tell they weren’t acting like their true selves.
The scientists unhooked their chain leashes and set up a stepladder next to one. Since no
anxiety registered from any of the men, Myia tried quieting her apprehension. She stepped closer to Kedric, though. Just in case. “How can they be in Pele? The Spirit Lights protect us from them.”
He turned to face her. “I don’t want to upset you, but it’s time you understood what the lights in the sky really are.”
Ah, so that’s why his eyes filled with pity. The leader of the “advanced” society must educate the ignorant savage girl on her foolish beliefs. Well, it wasn’t the first time someone had tried to explain the physical manifestation of the Spirits. “Enlighten me, oh, wise one.”
His eyes narrowed at her flippancy. He didn’t admonish her for breaking her no sarcasm promise. A fact that amplified her regret over voicing said wiseass comment. Why couldn’t she keep her big mouth shut around him?
Perhaps he’d accept a big, bright smile as a peace offering.
He only shook his head in resignation. “We call the lights aurora tropicos. It’s a phenomenon that occurs due to the strong electromagnetic fields on this part of the planet. The colored lights are created from electrons and gases. Dunna could explain the science to you.”
Explaining the science didn’t change the fact that the lights were indeed spiritual energy. She held her tongue. It would do no good to argue. An open mind was the only path to figuring out how to fulfill her goal.
“But the important thing to know is that while the electromagnetic or EM fields are harmless to humans and animals, they aren’t to Hyboreans. The fields disrupt their normal telepathic brainwaves causing confusion, pain, and even death.”
“You mean those poor creatures are in pain?”
“No, unfortunately.” She didn’t like his callous tone. “The EM field on this smaller island isn’t strong enough to hurt them. It does, however, interfere with their brainwaves. It alters their cognition.”
“How so?” A bad, queasy feeling roiled her stomach.
“It shuts off their conscious thought.”
This couldn’t be going where she feared it was going. Her pulse quickened.
“In our efforts to control the Hyboreans, the science team created a tech-ring with the
ability to stimulate certain parts of the brain to elicit certain behaviors. For example, aggression.” Her fingers tingled. This wasn’t good.
“However, they were unsuccessful in making the beasts do any specific skill. To follow directions. They didn’t know how to communicate with the Hyboreans. Until yesterday.”
An undertow dragged on her soul. She glanced at the scientist securing a tech-ring on top of the second Hyborean’s head. “You’ve created a mind control device?”
“Aye. But they didn’t work until—”
“I told you how to communicate spirit-to-spirit.” If she were in quicksand, she couldn’t sink any lower.
Myia, a shaman-in-training, wants desperately to protect her peaceful village from the barbaric Highland invaders. To hone her powers of prophetic visions and healing, the village elders send Myia on a quest to heal the Highland leader's heart and stop a brewing war. Myia's mended many souls before, so this should be an effortless duty . . . until she meets the gorgeous, stubborn Highland warlord.
Kedric, a gladiator who escaped enslavement, only wants to liberate the villagers from their common foe-a race that breeds humans for blood sport and genetic experiments. Fueled by his rage, Kedric is determined to take down the brutal enemy. So when a raven-haired beauty with a body made for sin tries to sabotage his mission, Kedric wants her gone. Yet no woman's touch has ever left Kedric more annoyed . . . and aroused. Kedric knows he should shun her soothing embrace-but he can't seem to stay away. As their passion grows, Kedric must decide between fighting his war or surrendering his rage-and his heart-for Myia's love.
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