Bryant Quill left the airforce after his tour of duty. He came north to work for his old airforce buddy as a bush pilot in Yellowknife and to find the one who got away. The one who not only left a mark on his soul, but on his skin.
Lexie Nevue has learned to hide. Growing up as a strong telekinetic, she was shamed into keeping her abilities secret, but it’s not so much the telekinesis that bothers her, but the fact that when she feels any strong emotion her world literally burns down. After hurting the only man she ever loved, she fled back to her roots in northern Canada.
She’s hiding from Bryant, from the Lotus Circle and now she’s hiding from a terrorist organization that wants to use her telekinetic abilities to recover something deep beneath the permafrost. Something that can bring about the end of the world.
When Bryant is contacted by Mike D’Antoni of the mysterious Phoenix Agency, his mission is clear, to save the world he has to risk being burned again.
Bryant bolted to his truck and got into it, speeding out of the gas station toward the bridge. He parked his truck off the side of the road at the weigh station. He was glad no one else was around. If this was in a city, there could be a lot of witnesses. And he remembered how Lexie guarded her powers carefully.
She didn’t like people knowing about it.
He walked to the bridge, up the pedestrian walkway. His pulse thundered in his ears, as he saw that it was indeed Lexie standing on the bridge, her expression blank, her hair blowing out behind her.
Finally, after years of searching, there she was. So close. It took everything in him not to wrap her up in his arms, but he saw the flames flickering and moving like shifting sand over her skin. Her flames never burned her, just others, and before he could touch her he had to calm her down.
The bridge began to buckle and sway, the metal grinding was loud. It terrified him to think the bridge could give out under him.
He had to reach out to her before she was noticed and before she killed them both.
She turned her head and glanced at him, at first with barely any recognition. Her blue eyes were glowing, but then, as if the fog was lifted, her eyes widened.
The bridge stopped buckling, the river started flowing in a torrent, but back toward the north.
“Bryant?” she asked in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
She smiled, and then her eyes rolled back, as she collapsed into a heap.