Temporal Shift (Entangled Select Otherworld) Read Online Free PDF

shirt, her spiky hair damp and her mouth turned down in a scowl of concentration.
    “I hate it when I have no fucking clue what’s going on.” She eyed Saffira from her canvas shoes up over her sand-colored jumpsuit to the top of her head. “Your story makes no fucking sense, so I suggest you try again.”
    Saffira licked her dry lips as her mind finally accepted a truth that had never even occurred to her. Or to any of the time-mancers who’d come before her. Why?
    She rose to her feet, restless, as the thoughts whirled in her mind. They’d spent centuries studying the wormholes that surrounded this treacherous planet—if only from afar. In theory, they knew that the wormholes connected time and space, and they’d developed intricate equations that proved the viability…again, in theory. They’d never actually been able to prove any of it. Had they had the proof right in their grasp the whole time? Were they in fact the proof themselves?
    A deep sense of rightness, truth, welled up inside her.
    “What is it?” Thorne asked.
    “Oh lord, it makes perfect sense.”
    “To you, perhaps,” Tannis muttered.
    Saffira took a deep breath. “It makes sense…if we traveled back in time.”
    “Okay,” Devlin said. “Let’s have a reality check here. Time travel is not possible.”
    Saffira stared at him blankly, her mind still coming to terms with the enormity of her conclusions. “Of course it’s possible,” she said. “We’ve proved it theoretically over and over again. We’ve just never done it. Or thought we hadn’t.”
    Devlin shrugged and addressed the rest of the room. “This is a load of bullshit. For whatever reasons—they’re lying. We should say thank you nicely and drop them on the planet, get the fuck out of here, and go back to where we belong.”
    “They’re not lying.”
    Saffira whirled around at the sound of the voice, deep and low and ringing with conviction. Callum had risen to his feet. Now he strolled across the space between them and came to a halt in front of Thorne.
    “What the hell—they’re not lying?” Devlin said. “How would you know?”
    Callum cocked his head to one side and studied Thorne, his eyes narrowing. “Captain William Thornton?”
    Thorne’s eyes widened. “You remember me after all these years?”
    Callum’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “It’s been six months.”
    Saffira had expected something similar, but hearing it spoken aloud sent a jolt of shock from her head to her toes. She stumbled back, sank into her chair, and cast a quick sideways glance at Devlin. His brows were drawn together in concentration. “Wasn’t that the breakaway colonist group?”
    “That’s right,” Callum said. “They didn’t like the way things were done, thought the Collective were immoral and immortality went against God—”
    Tannis scowled. “Shit. More fucking religious freaks.”
    “Actually, they also believed the Church of Everlasting Life was immoral as well. Wanted nothing to do with either faction. But instead of trying to blow everyone they didn’t like into tiny pieces”—he raised a brow in Devlin’s direction—“they actually sought a peaceable solution.”
    There was definitely no love lost between these two. But to Saffira’s surprise, Devlin merely grinned. “They ran away.”
    “We sought a new world of our own making,” Thorne said, and his voice held an edge of anger. That surprised her; Thorne never lost his temper. He turned to glare at Devlin. “And you are?”
    “None of your fucking business,” Devlin replied.
    “Didn’t you recognize the name?” Callum said with a grin. “This is the great Devlin Starke, leader of the Rebel Coalition, murderer of anyone who doesn’t agree with him, and all around general asshole.”
    “Don’t forget miserable bastard,” Rico added from across the room.
    Devlin’s lips quirked and she caught a fleeting glimpse of the man of her dreams. The smile softened his harsh features. “Much