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Authors: Venessa Kimball

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Ascending the Veil

Ascending the Veil:

Piercing the Fold, Book 3

 

 

By

Venessa Kimball

 

 

 

 

 

Published by

Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, LLC.

Novi, Michigan 48374

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

 

Text Copyright ©2013

All rights reserved

 

Published by

Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, LLC.

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.

 

Edited by Elizabeth Anne Lance

 

Cover by SK Whiteside

 

 

 

 

To Mom and Dad. Thank you for always telling me I could accomplish anything.
Chapter 1

Jesca

Facility in Kyoto, Japan~

I turn the small, clear,
rectangular world in my hands, careful not to disturb the ants’ free will, their decisions, or their distinct and individual purposes. The thick plastic of the container seems to protect them from what is going on out here. What if the thick plastic was thinned into a sheath-like veil? How safe would they be in their little world?

I feel a tear fall from my eye and rush down my check to rest on my lip. I quickly swipe my hand across my mouth to stop the tear from progressing, the feelings from progressing. I keep my hand there for a moment, close my eyes, and hold my breath to stop the anxiety from releasing. When the emotion passes, I carefully set down the small, plastic world; Ezra’s note is still attached.

 

“Will you take care of them while I am gone?”

 

I breathe out slowly and work to focus my blurred vision on the note. Of course I would; there was no question about that. The real question was how would we ge
t Ezra and Nate back from wherever they have gone? They should be in this facility with me right now, not sucked into a wormhole. If Nate would have just held onto Xander and I, they would be here, but Nate took control of the situation and sacrificed both himself and Ezra; so stupid of him. I did not need saving. With Xander’s help we could have tossed Sam into the wormhole and sealed it. Our fellowship, our team, needs them here. The intersection happened and there is still more to come. We need Ezra’s strength, logic, and guidance right now more than ever. We need Nate’s ability to heal others and his link with both Xander and I. Yeah, the link has caused tension between the three of us, but it has also made the abilities we adapted through the Copula stronger.

The image of Nate cupping my chin in the dark room of the villa back in Florida telling me, “We are stronger together,” crosses my mind. My heart aches remembering his closeness, the smell of him as he comforted me during my nightmare; eucalyptus and mint. I shake my head, clearing my mind of the memory. I’m still pissed at him and as soon as I see him I plan to let him know how stupid of a move that was to fall into that wormhole.

Xander is at the door.

 

The door opens and I hastily block my thoughts from him and wipe any remaining tears from my face. If I don’t block my thoughts he will hear what I was thinking and who I was thinking about. There will be questions that I don’t have answers to. And, with Ezra and Nate gone, I can’t help but feel confused and lost about everything.

I turn to face him as he approaches me, locking eyes with him.

“The ant farm. Where did you get it?”

Xander stops in his tracks. “Balthazar and Angela got it in town.”

I was about to verbally assault the stupid act and demand to know who would put their lives in danger when Xander eyes meet mine again. “Ezra. In my dream, he told me to get the ant farm.”

It figures Ezra would do something like that. I shake my head and walk over to the side table, peer into the ants’ little world. Xander comes to stand next to me. “Everyone thought I was crazy, ranting about how I needed them to go out and find an ant farm in the middle of an apocalypse. Ezra said you would know what it meant.”

My chest tightens imagining Ezra telling Xander about our bond over a tiny plastic world filled with harvester ants.

Xander’s hand rests on my shoulder. “I’m sorry
, Jes. I told him that it might upset you. Here, I can take it out of the room.”

Xander makes a move toward the ant farm, but I stop him. “No, it
’s alright. I just was thrown off when I saw it with the note. I know why it is here.”

“Why? Ezra didn’t tell me.” Xander crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for an explanation.

A knot forms in my throat now as I remember the first time I saw Ezra’s ant farm on campus in his office. “It is a reminder of the promise I have made to guard and protect our world. When I first met him in Georgia, he had one in his office.”

I feel the pull of a smile on my face from the memory. God, it seems like that was so long ago, when it had only been a little over a year since the day I discovered my life was not ever going to be average by any means.

I rest my hand on my neck expecting to feel the chain holding my remembrance, the Copula medallion. Ezra gave it to me before we left Florida, a gift from Sebastian. It is gone. I swivel around looking back at the bedside table, looking in the bed. “Where is it?”

Seeing the panic rising within me quickly, Xander reaches into his pocket and pulls it out for me to see. “It’s right here.”

Xander comes closer with the medallion dangling from a copper chain and motions for me to let him put it on me. I turn around slowly and pull my hair to the side for him to fasten it back in place. I can’t help but be hypersensitive to his closeness all of a sudden. His warm breath is dancing on the back of my neck. “I took it off of you when I...when I got you into bed.”

Once it is secure, I turn back to face him. “Thank you.” Xander runs his hand through his hair and rests it on the back of his neck nervously.

Wait, when he got me into bed? I look down at what I am wearing; a gauzy nightgown. My expression must have warned him to explain quick. “Jes, I wouldn’t let anyone near you when we got here, not even Elisha and she was not happy about that by the way. Your clothes were a mess and I had to change you out of them.”

I feel the heat rise on my face and I freeze with panic. Dear God, Xander undressed me. The only word I can muster amidst my embarrassment is, “Oh.”

Xander’s eyes hold mine tenderly and as he moves closer, my heart pounds beneath my chest. “I couldn’t leave your side, Jes. Not after what happened in the forest with Ezra and Nate.”

Xander clears his throat and closes his eyes. Sensing his pain, I close the distance between us and run my hand along his arm. He opens his eyes and continues, “Before they left, Nate told me to protect you.”

The image of Nate pulling Ezra from Sam, as Sam tried to pull Ezra into the wormhole flashes in my mind. Nate was anchored to Xander and me with one hand, and to Ezra with the other. A brief flash of Nate looking into Xander’s eyes as he holds me to him. I hear his deep voice bellow, “Protect her!”

Xander shakes his head back and forth. “After seeing you that night, how you reacted after Nate released himself and Ezra into that wormhole, I couldn’t risk leaving your side. You broke inside
, Jes. Monica sedated you for your safety and I carried you out of the forest. When we got back to the facility, you were still out. I was afraid to leave you.”

I nod slowly, letting it sink in how much Xander had done to make sure I was safe and comfortable. I pull him
in and hug him hard, whispering, “Thank you, Xander, for everything.”

Xander’s arms encircle my waist and my knees weaken slightly. I pull back, needing to lighten the mood quickly. “So, do I have a clean change of clothes I can put on or do I have to walk around in this piece of gauze?”

Xander smiles lightly, releases his hold around my waist, and walks over to a chest of drawers in the corner of the room. He rests his hand on the dresser and pats it softly. “It’s not much, but it’s clean.”

I’m a little curious about who picked out the wardrobe.

Xander says, “Nick threatened to blow the door off the hinges if I didn’t open up after being hulled up in here with you the first night. After that, I loosened up a little bit.” Xander winks at me playfully.

Wait, I had my block up. How did he slip through? I smile hoping that I can hide the concern I have for his reading my thoughts. It could have easily been a good guess
, Jes. I needed some space. My block was obviously not reliable right now in my state of mind. “Well, I need to dress. I will be out in a bit to talk with the others.”

Catching my drift, Xander nods and walks toward the door. His hand lingers on the door knob and I sense that he is weary of leaving my side. I walk to the dresser and open the top drawer slowly, my eyes still on his. “It’s alright Xander. I’ll be okay.”

His eyes are disbelieving, but he reluctantly opens the door. “I’ll be close if you need me.”

I look down at the open drawer and pretend to rummage through the clothing. When I finally hear the door shut, I stop pretending and blow my lower lip out. Grabbing unmentionables, black pants, and a grey tank top, I walk back to the bed and flop down on the bed. My mind drifts to Nate being here only moments ago in my dream. I close my eyes and recall the words Nate said to me, “No nightmares.”

Leave it to Nate to make reference of the nights he would comfort me in Florida after my vivid nightmares. When Nate joined our team in Florida, he would crawl into bed and lay with me, nothing more. I touch the linens of the bed and a wave of goose bumps start at my neck and move down over my body just remember how it became a habit of ours. I touch my lips, remembering the kisses
and softness of his touch as the “sleepovers” became more frequent.

 

Ugh!

 

I can’t be thinking about him right now. I toss the clothes down on the bed next to me. Nate and I are just a manufactured connection from the Copula, that is all. Plus, Xander and I...we are trying to figure out what we are. I close my eyes and rake my hand through my unruly hair. I pull off the gauzy nightgown, put my clothes on roughly, stalk to the door, and pull it open not expecting to see Xander leaning against the wall opposite my door. I step back and try to compose the mad woman look I possess right now. His eyebrows rise curiously as he looks me up and down. “You okay?”

Yep, definitely looking like a mad woman. I roll my eyes, shut the door behind me and start gathering my hair into a ponytail. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Feeling his stare burning a hole into the back of my head, I whirl around. “What?”

Xander shakes his head, pushes off the wall, and starts walking down the hall without saying another word. I’m glad he doesn’t interrogate me any further about my frustration, but a part of me worries he already knows what is botheri
ng me; him and Nate. I jog to catch up to Xander’s fast pace and try to cover my tracks. “Hey, I’m sorry I was so short back there.”

Xander clenches his jaw and looks at me out of the corner of his eye as he keeps walking briskly. “It’s alright. We both have a lot on our minds right now.”

Clenching jaw...yeah, he knows.

Chapter 2

Xander

 

Jesca keeps my quick pace. I want to look over at her, but I don’t. If I do, I may wind up telling her everything weighing on me right now. She doesn’t deserve me taking the way I feel right now out on her.

I hear her speaking, but I don’t want to listen. I don’t want her making excuses for who she has weighing on her mind. “It’s alright. We both have a lot on our minds right now
,” is what I come up with to get her to just stop talking. It gets her to stop talking, but I am still thinking about Nate visiting me in a dream.

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