The Lightning Luminary
The Luminary Chronicles #1
Talia Stanley may look like the typical wealthy New Yorker, but she's hidden her secrets for more than a thousand years. One of the last surviving members of an ancient race called Luminaries, Talia has suppressed her ability to control lightning in exchange for safety.
And for generations it worked. Talia's hermit lifestyle protected her from strong Luminaries that want her power. All that changed the day Mason Rathbone walked into her life.
A good-looking artist, Mason is just the guy to get Talia out of her penthouse apartment and show her what it means to live again. But just as she starts to get comfortable, Talia gets sucked right back into her vicious past.
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Frost-bitten pine needles crunched beneath Jamie’s knee-high Converse All-Stars. They weren’t the sort of shoes she normally would have worn to traverse the dense forests north of Vancouver, but she hadn’t known she was coming here either.
It wouldn’t be much longer.
He was close. She’d been following that feeling, the sensation so undeniably him, for weeks now. Three, maybe four. She’d gotten close enough to sense him and had stayed on his trail since.
At least, she thought she had. For brief periods, no more than a few hours, she’d lost him, as if he’d disappeared, but he’d always shown up again. Jamie would sense him and move in his direction again.
Low coastal hemlock branches tugged at her hair. The Egyptian-blue roots faded to powder-blue tips, according to the colorist that is. In the streaks of moonlight between the branches, it looked almost silvery-grey on the ends.
Jamie pushed another branch out of her way and continued moving. Her black sweatshirt with corset back no longer offered her much protection from the cold. Each time she fell into the dark shadow of a hemlock tree, the tips of her fingers would go numb. The frigid air would lock in her lungs.
It was too cold for her to be out here. She should have waited.
But then she might have lost him.
So Jamie hurried through the shadows and eased her pace in the moonlight. The moon had always been her source of power. Like a solar panel, she would soak up its energy and store it away, thriving in its presence.
Her pulse was quick, both from her exertion and the sense of him so close. No more than a few miles. Like an amber orb, she could feel him to the north.
Then, in an instant, she couldn’t.
Jamie froze mid-step, afraid she’d lost him again.
Behind her, a sound. Not the rustle of pine needles or the crunch of a boot.
Jamie’s senses fired in rapid progression, trying to keep up. He was no longer miles away. He was right behind her. A lump formed in her throat.
She spun and found an arrowhead mere inches from her nose.
On the other end stood a rugged man, his body taut. His arms held the bow and arrow ready to fire, but they didn’t struggle. He looked at ease in his position, as if he’d fired the bow thousands of times.
Jamie smiled through her nerves. “And so the hunter becomes the hunted.”