Springtime Love

Today’s Springtime Love continues with one more except from Firestorm. 

Today’s scene is again a storm scene. I selected it to show
the utter mingling of the human with the storm. Both these women are the
personification of the wind at the moment. Tylor is the very essence of storm
as she creates the rains over the city.

I did research the winds, updrafts and such during the writing
of this book.

Azar-Rai was out
of the hotel within seconds, tossing her purse into her car and locking it with
magic. Then, she was leaping into the air, shifting into a streak of lightning
before fading to a heavy wind as she raced across town. Lightning flared across
the sky, the heat licking across her airy ear, and she rolled onto her back.

She opened her
mouth and thunder broke the sound barrier. A face appeared in a dark cloud and
hard rain showered down on her.

Who
are you?

The telepathic
voice was a whisper through her mind.

I
am Azar-Rai FireStorme.

Where
are you going so fast? You’re fucking with my work. The night doesn’t call for
a tornado, but you’re creating dangerous updrafts that are impacting the
downdrafts and wind shear causing the winds to spiral. Descend.

The order was
given with such authority she knew it could only be Storme.

I
can’t. I must get to my destination before demons do.

I’ll
have Avery and Camille meet you there. Where are you going?

The
Grange Place. Even as she said the words she thought of her destination in
vivid color including the way it had looked when she’d last been there a few
months ago.

On
their way. Now descend,
slowly.

Azar-Rai didn’t
have time for a pissing contest, so she went to a lower altitude and decreased
her speed.