The Source: Book III of the Holding Kate Series Read Online Free PDF

stairs three at a time. “Whatchaneed, bro?”
    “Let’s wait on the others.”
    Trip sat down across from Kate. “Hey, there, Katie girl. Why are you so white in the face?” He cast inquisitive eyes to Tara. She shrugged and shook her head slightly.
    “Something has happened to accelerate our plans.” Kate’s voice trembled and Corey noticed how it affected Trip and Tara. Their shoulders squared off and their eyes became alert. They were in warrior mode in a fraction of a second. Tara ripped the towel out of her hair and slid her fingers through the wet strands quickly. Before two minutes had passed she had an elaborate braid hanging over one shoulder.
    Kate moved forward on the chair. “I should get out of these wet clothes and get Trip’s jacket back to him.”
    Corey held her down. “It can wait.”
    She lifted her eyes to his and bored into him with such astonished curiosity that he thought she would surely follow up with a barrage of questions and demands. Instead, she settled back under his arm without a word and waited. He loved her for it.
     

     

 
     
     

     
     
    GREGORVITCH MATTOVDZKY, OR Gregory Matthews as he preferred, tapped the screen on his desk, and a bank of holo monitors lit the circular wall in front of him. He slid his finger across the pad on his desk and the squares of quantum feed flashed by in four rows. He paused the racing gallery and enlarged one of the images. With a flick of his finger, the image of Kate moved forward and hovered in front of him.
    Rounding his desk in hurried anticipation, he reached toward the frozen image of Kate in one of the quantum jumps. She held a tiny green dragon, nose to nose, and smiled down on him with affection. Gregory reached up and put his hand into the image, stroking Kate’s cheek.
    “Kate. Where are you?” His voice purred, soft and full of emotion.
    Determined to find Kate and bring her to his home, he straightened his jacket, stood erect, then turned his back on the wall of holo projections and walked to the open veranda. The manicured lawn stretched out for acres into the distant hills surrounding his palace, Dragon Castle. He and his Kate had lived here on this mountain. The massive rampart, with verandas enormous enough for dragons to come and go, was home while Kate continued to be the source for draconic communications on this world.
    The dragons scattered after her death. No longer able to thought-speak to humans, they returned to the wild. He suspected they could still speak with each other, but human communication was lost to them. Occasionally, he would see one flying in the distance, but they no longer came near.
    The castle was so quiet and lonely. He needed to bring Kate back. She could source the dragons again and life could resume its former glory. They would live together as husband and wife and he would dote on her every need.
    He had loved her for as far back as his memories would go. He remembered her tender caresses when he was a young boy, frightened and alone. She took him under her wing and kept him within arm’s reach that night in the penthouse as the tornado sisters tormented the city, searching for them.
    He returned to his desk and scrolled through the gallery until the scene of his dance with Kate came up. Hitting the memory card, he replayed the best moment of his young life. Kate smiled at him and told him secrets as they swayed to the love song. Her eyes flashed with flirtatious humor and her cheeks flushed from dancing with all three boys. He had fallen in love with her on the night they danced in the subway terminal on the tornado world. It was clear to him that she had a change of heart in that moment, too. To his young mind, she fell in love with him during that dance. He saw the moment in her eyes when the light for Trip had shifted. It was in the middle of that dance that he decided he was going to give himself to the tornados to save her. He did not count on her walking into the very middle of the