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    Shattered Destiny Episode Six: Shattered Destiny, #6
    Shattered Destiny Episode Six: Shattered Destiny, #6
    Shattered Destiny Episode Six: Shattered Destiny, #6
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    Shattered Destiny Episode Six: Shattered Destiny, #6

    By Odette C. Bell

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    No more time. The end is upon the galaxy. As Core solidifies his power, the Gap pushes through.

    Only Shar and Xarin can hope to bring peace and defeat the growing darkness. But they've been torn apart by time and space. They must find a way to reconnect, to trust, and to fight, or all will lose.

    ….

    Shattered Destiny follows a gritty warrior and a cold prince fighting destiny to find each other one more time. If you love your space operas with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab Shattered Destiny Episode Six today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOdette C. Bell
    Release dateMar 21, 2017
    ISBN9781386642596
    Shattered Destiny Episode Six: Shattered Destiny, #6

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      Shattered Destiny Episode Six - Odette C. Bell

      1

      They say time is everywhere. Manifest throughout the entire universe. Through all space, through all creation. For time is the key to all change. Without it, all creation will perish. But there is a place beyond time. A place beyond even the most powerful creature’s reach. A place – a singular place in all the multiverse that the Illuminates were never capable of reaching. And in that place he resides. Biding his time. The true power of Core, ready to seek his revenge….

      …

      Shar

      I roused. Slowly. So slowly. My consciousness felt… thick and yet thin. Slow and yet fast. All at once, it was as if it possessed every single feature of matter, as if it was some fundamental form that was undecided about which shape it should take. But then it hit me. Like a speeding cruiser. My eyes blasted wide, and my breath caught in my chest as I tried to push up. And that would be when I felt a hand pressing down into my shoulder. A memorable hand. From the weight, to the pressure, to the warmth, to the traceable energy within, it was him. Him.

      My once diffuse consciousness now focused into a single point. A singular moment of pure attention as my entire body pulsed with the realization that he was finally here. My betrothed. My true betrothed. Hart.

      My eyes were wide open, but it took several agonizing seconds for my bleary eyes to fix on him. And yet, there he was, standing above me, a console of blinking holographic panels behind him.

      The first thing that resolved in my bleary vision was the deeply caring smile pressed across his face. And yet, it didn’t take long until that very same smile hardened with clear determination. You’re awake. And you must wake. We’re running out of time. Shar, concentrate on my voice. Concentrate on my voice.…

      Concentrate on his voice? All I wanted to do was slip into that voice forever more. I wanted it to claim me like the ocean would claim a sinking ship. I wanted to be absorbed by it so I would never have to face any other experience again. But he wouldn’t let me. Just as a satisfied, deeply touched smile spread across my lips and I decided to settle back into the arms of unconsciousness, the pressure on my shoulder doubled. I felt him wrap his fingers around the muscle as he tried to pull me into a seated position.

      Shar, his voice had a hard edge now, unquestionably more insistent. We cannot waste time. For we have not been gifted any more. They are almost upon us. Shar, you must wake. You must… fight. There was a true note of pity in his voice. True compassion. And though my addled mind was still feeling the narcotic effects of unconsciousness, I could still pick it up. It made my heart beat harder, my blood vessels constricting as what little fear I could still experience tried hard to focus my attention. But then I told myself to give up. Why bother? Why fight? Hadn’t I already sacrificed so much? Hadn’t I already fought with everything I had? Hell, hadn’t I been fighting my entire life? Prince Xarin was one thing. Maybe he’d had to sacrifice in his fight with the Zorv – maybe he’d had to sacrifice to fight the intrigue and constant machinations of his own people. But maybe that didn’t come close to what I’d been through and what he’d put me through. So I deserved this? Right? I deserved to finally give up….

      But that would be when Hart pulled me into a seated position. And though the touch of his grip was still undoubtedly loving and caring, there was also an unmistakable hard, determined edge to it. No, Shar, he said in a deep, resounding, resonant voice that shook the very floor beneath me and finally pushed through my weariness. You cannot give in. That you’ve come here is amazing. And it is the gift we have waited for. But you must continue to fight, Shar. No one else can end this. Only you. Only you. At the end, his tone became unmistakably saddened, yet it never lost its determined edge.

      Finally, I focused on him. And I pushed with all my might until I could see him in full. Though the smile was still on his lips, I could see a glimmer of fear playing in his deep, soulful gaze. It was fear that was matched in the tight movements of his mouth as he drew his lips back.

      Shar, we have no more time. You must stand. With that, he wrapped an arm beneath mine and in a deft move pulled me to my feet. There was no question whether I could stand. And, honestly, until he’d pulled me to my feet, I’d been sure I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance. And yet… there was something about the note of command in his tone. And, more than that, the unquestionable belief flickering in his gaze. While I would not have been able to stand without it, as he conferred that look upon me, I felt as if there was nothing I couldn’t do. Which was not a feeling I had ever enjoyed much in my life. From Xarin to my ceaseless survival working on refineries, I’d always been limited by the beliefs of others, never emboldened by them.

      But now, even as Hart’s features stiffened with clear fear, hope pulsed through my chest.

      There was a unique connection, too. Because this was it. This was it. The connection the deepest part of my soul had always been looking for, always yearning for, always searching for. Throughout my entire existence, I had always sought this. The true power of betrothal. But now, when all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around Hart and press my heart as close to his as I could, he pulled me forward, yanking me with a light but firm touch toward the wall. A door suddenly appeared directly in front of us, though there’d been nothing but sheer, clean silver metal a moment before. All Hart had to do was swipe a hand toward it, and the door was replaced with a corridor that appeared to lead upward. As we walked through it, I saw those carved symbols I’d seen on the walls of the refinery in the future.

      The symbols… they were alive. Moving. Forming. It took me a second to realize it, but they manifested upon Hart’s approach. They were connected to him, somehow. Almost as if they were flowers turning their faces to the sun and he… he was the sun to which they responded.

      Though his moves were jerky and it was damn obvious he was scared of something, he still retained enough attention to swivel his head to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a slight smile press across his lips. The technology of this refinery is organic. It responds to my presence because, in many ways, I give it life.

      Though it was hard to control my weakened neck muscles, I tilted my head to the side and caught sight of him. What do you mean? Organic? Like other illuminate technology?

      He shook his head. The technology of this refinery is unique. We only just found it in the last stages of the war.

      What do you mean? You found this refinery? The last stages of the war?

      Shar, his voice dropped low and had such an unmistakably caring quality to it, I swore my heart would melt. And that, there, was a statement that the previously hardened Shar would never have uttered. I didn’t connect. That’s how I’d stayed alive so long. And that’s how I’d continued to stay alive through these endless nightmarish trials. If I’d been the kind of woman to connect, I would’ve forgiven Xarin sooner. I would have forgiven him the moment my heart and soul had recognized his true form. But I couldn’t connect, I reminded myself again. For I should not connect. Do that, and I would only invite in more pain.

      Perhaps Hart somehow knew what I was thinking, because his expression softened measurably. There is much to take in, Shar, he said in a careful and yet prying tone. His eyes flashed as they searched mine, the depths of his pupils inviting one to consider eternity. There is much you do not understand about this process. There is much for you to find out about the true nature of betrothal. But, his voice bottomed out, and his eyes stopped searching mine, there’s no—

      Time, I finished off his sentence in a strangled voice. I tore my gaze from him and locked it on the winding corridor before us.

      I felt him stiffen a little and then relax. You must be full of questions, Shar, and I will endeavor to answer as many as I can. But there is one thing I must warn you about, one thing I must explain. The next stage of this war… it will be down to you. For you’re the only one who can fight him now.

      It was my turn to stiffen. And it was an agonizing feeling as every single one of my vertebrae contracted as if they’d been locked together as though they were magnets. Though, ostensibly, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, something within me understood. Perhaps it was Annie Carter; perhaps it was nothing more than my own instincts. But it was damn obvious from the now stiff feel of his fingers locked around my arm that this would not be pleasant.

      Shar, Core has returned. He was never truly defeated, Hart managed. And though his voice had been relatively strong up until that point, at the mention of Core, it almost broke. And that single moment of fragility was enough to push away every tender thought which had arisen at his proximity. It focused me back on the one thing that truly mattered. This refinery. This war. What was happening in my own time. The battle that was about to come.

      Illuminate Hart took a stiff breath that pushed his chest hard against his stiff uniform. When Annie and I defeated Core in our own time, unbeknownst to us, we pushed him into a realm that the Illuminates cannot touch, a realm far, far beyond our powers to reach.

      At the mention of Core’s name, my back locked together again, even harder this time, until I was sure I would fall over. But rather than let me stagger to my knees, Hart’s grip simply became firmer around my arm as he pulled me through the twisting, winding corridors. With every step we took, the symbols painted on the walls grew brighter and brighter until it was clear they were reacting to Illuminate Hart’s very presence. And there was something… fundamental about them. Something unique about this light. Something that hinted at questions I should ask, to mysteries I should seek to unmask. And yet, there was no time.

      Though it took thousands of years, slowly Core began to solidify his presence. When he was destroyed by his own device, unbeknownst to Annie and me, he was dispersed but did not dissolve.

      Illuminate Hart left it at that. One single word. Dispersed. And the way he said it? The way his voice dropped out as if someone had just shot him in the throat? It set my pulse thrumming in my ears again. While it was true that I was connected to Hart more than I’d ever been connected to anyone else, this was different. It was almost like I became him in that second as his fear became my fear, and our fears became everyone’s fears.

      It took him another tensed second until he gathered the strength to push past his raw emotion and pull himself together.

      With stiff teeth and locked lips, he pushed on.

      Over the eons, he continued, "Core grew more

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