“We don’t have one rising. I have only one chance to dispel the ugliness Maddy spread. I need to do this right.”
She was overcome by the realization that she desperately wanted these two men and their boy to be hers.
Syn saw Bron nod discreetly at Zaron.
“It can be arranged.”
“Close your eyes, Pa Chette. We will teleport home.”
“What?”
“It will be all over in a mot.”
“Teleport?”
* * * *
Before the word completely left her mouth, Syn stood before a massive stone, wood, and glass structure, built into a cliff face. She saw terraces, gardens, huge windows and arched doorways on every level. Green clay-like roof tiles covered open lanais and flowers bloomed everywhere. She heard the gurgling of several fountains including a vast metal art piece. Cascading water decorated the main courtyard. Fish-like creatures swam in its depths. She could almost hear Duchess smacking her lips.