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    “Explanation,” Sedona softly demanded, rocking with the horse easily, and rocking inside his embrace, rather delicious, except she wanted control of the reins.
    “I sent the cycle ahead by portal. Comfortable, Sedona?”
    “Comfortable, even though we’re on a saddle. Prefer bareback. You could give me the reins.”
    “He’s my horse and only bonded to me. I don’t think he’d like that.”
    “And how did your horse get here?”
    “Same portal. One of my many cherub talents.”
    “Does he have wings when he’s not on Earth?”
    “No. But if you want a Pegasus, I’ll create one for you.”
    “Now that’s a true seduction line if I ever heard one.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    Sedona sighed loudly. “Don’t you think this is kind of ridiculous? Is this what they teach you in cherubim school?”
    “How to create your dream Pegasus? Yes, it is.”
    His voice teased her, yet also held his guileless truth.
    “Where? Not here. Timeline and all.”
    “Our sanctuary.”
    “Sanctuary? Our?”
    “Where we will eventually reside on Earth.”
    “I suppose that’s on a divine need-to-know basis.”
    “Right now we have a long journey ahead.”
    “Truthfully, Volcano, I’m too worn out for any kind of long journey. Way too worn out.”
    “Lean on me,” he warmly and seductively invited.
    “Like I am now?” she murmured. “What’s his name, your horse?”
    “Translates to Magician. You would hear it as tones of sound.”
    “The angelic tones I hear, sometimes?”
    “Yes, Sedona.”
    “Can you speak his name in tones here?”
    “Not wise. It would be overwhelming. I can sing to you, healing sounds.”
    “Why not? But no siren songs, if you know what I mean.”
    “No siren song, now. Healing first.” Volcano crooned the tones he knew she needed, since he had her permission. He felt her radiant enjoyment, riding on his horse, as they gently galloped through a clearing toward a denser part of the highland fir forest.
    “Magician is healing,” she murmured. “Used to have my own horses.” Sedona shoved the memories back down. It was just one more nightmare for her, and for everyone else existing beneath the evil that had devoured the
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    “Want to remember how to use one of your warrioress angel skills?” Volcano tempted, his tone also deadly serious.
    “Warrioress angel skills, what the blasted heck are you talking about?” Sedona straightened. “We’re in danger, aren’t we?”
    “A drone has discovered us. Raise your palm, Sedona, destroy it.”
    Without thought Sedona scanned above them. Seeing the glint, she aimed with her hand. Her intention fired as a flash of white light. The drone exploded, disintegrating into fine dust.
    “That was fun.” she murmured. “Wow! But won’t they know?”
    “The next time, destroy the drone and the data reception point. Listen with your psi sense, Sedona, you’ll hear it.”
    She listened while they slowed to a walk on a rock ledge above a small ravine. A tiny buzz alerted her, then she felt the prick in her energy matrix, the invading drone the size of a wasp. Aiming, she visualized her light surging to the data point, then destroying. She fired. In her mind’s eye she watched the drone’s explosion, followed the streak of flowing whiteness. Suddenly electronics sparked, and smoked.
    The operating tech’s expression registered pure shock.
    “More fun.” She felt giddy inside. “But won’t they know where the drone surveilled?”
    “Not if we destroy their entire data operation.”
    “We?”
    “Wait until we ride over this ridge and I’m all yours.”
    Sedona frowned even though he couldn’t see her. She leaned with him naturally as Magician powerfully leapt up the ridge, slippery with loose rock.
    “Good boy,” Sedona automatically praised, once they slowly moved down the back side of the ridge, toward an immense meadow of sparse grass.
    Following the mustangs, Magician stretched into a