Slayde, Book 2 (Chaos Time Serial) by Marie Hall Read Free Book Online

littered full of holes from the crystal resonance she’d thrown at him. He trailed beside her like an obedient puppy.
    She raised her voice. “A healer never kills. A healer heals.”
    He laughed. The sound wrapped around her heart like an iron fist, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing. Pumping her full of pain. Of poison.
    “And me.” Another voice. Another ghostly white body full of holes.
    “And me.”
    “And me.”
    More and more voices.
    Her father told her. Warned her.
    “Follow the blue lights. Follow the blue lights,” she chanted softly. The strange, beautiful man called Hunter. He with his blue eyes and dark hair, he would save her. He would save her from the madness. She knew it. Because when she was around him the voices were silent. She could breathe. Could think.
    Ghostly fingers tracing along her skin. Cold sweat on her forehead. Tears in her eyes.
    “A healer never kills...” she repeated it over and over and over.
    Because if a healer ever killed, the souls of her victims would haunt her forever.

Chapter 3: The Lord Part 1 (Hunter)
    Hunter was torn, pulled in two directions. They needed Slayde. They had to protect him from his own idiocy, but something was wrong with Synn. He knew it, felt it in every fiber of his infinite soul. So he jumped, short distances, here and there making sure to keep her always in sight. He knew he shouldn’t do it, he’d told Sable as much. But there was a plan, a plan she may not understand. But he always had a plan. He hadn’t created this one, in fact, Slayde had done it for him.
    But once he figured out what’d happened, his plan A, had turned to plan B. He’d been taught long ago, always have a plan. A directive that’d served him well through the years.
    The truth was, he could have transported them inside the pyramid an hour ago, when Slayde’s disappearance had been discovered.
    But the end always justified the means.
    Synnergy shivered, shoving harder through the shrubs like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. Tossing a glance over his shoulder to make sure that Sable followed, he picked up his speed incrementally, giving the appearance that he was as worried as she.
    He wasn’t.
    There was a time for everything under the sun. A time to live, and a time to die… and there was even time to distract. Slayde was now their distraction.
    Finally he could see the shadowy silhouette of the pyramid ahead. Everything was eerily silent. His internal bearings were like a compass of time. It was well past midnight.
    The people were asleep. The land—a living relic of the dawn of one the greatest civilizations ever known—was so silent it made him want to shiver. He’d learned tomorrow there was to be a festival to their revered god Quetzalcoatl, blood would be the proffered sacrifice. And though it was the peak of night, the land itself seemed to buzz with anticipation for the coming feast of the gory. It hummed along his skin like static electricity, causing the fine hairs to rise.
    Hunter knew Sable was angry. The bird was silent, but after he’d told her of Slayde’s escape her eyes had grown cold, snapping frost fire. She’d run faster than he’d ever seen her do it before; there’d been murder in her eyes.
    For the Lord or for the arrogant ass, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what was going on between those two and it worried him. Worried him because he’d never told her, but she’d never asked and he knew she’d eventually figure it out from her visions. Honestly, he really didn’t want to get involved.
    But the truth was when the phoenix had given Slayde her tear, she’d also given Slayde a slice of her physical soul. That was why a phoenix tear was so rare, a phoenix would never choose to divide itself up like that unless it trusted and loved beyond all reason. Her life was literally tied to his. If anything happened to Slayde, Sable would not only mourn his loss, but eventually die of a broken heart.
    Which was why he had no intention