Free Crymsyn Hart by Storm Riders

hands and knapsacks slung over their shoulders. This was a college campus . Maybe they weren’t storm chasers after all.
    Maybe they were doing some kind of research. I wonder what they were doing. Oh well it doesn’t matter now. I have to wipe out their memory and any pictures they might have taken of me to be sure that I got everything. He slid off Tempest’s back feeling the solid ground under his boots once again. Taking a few steps, the wind that had gathered around him kicked up a small dirt tornado. He resumed human form. As he got closer to the building, his body began to solidify. As he passed people, they felt a small gust of wind which knocked them back until he was completely solid.
    Once he climbed up the steps, he met the gaze of several of the girls. They gave him wide smiles and straightened up. This was the typical response he expected from most women, but this time he didn’t feel the need to pursue any of them. His mind was 55

     
    set on winning George over. Damn, she’s put a spell on me because there are some fine lookin’
    ladies here. He approached one of them.
    “Excuse me.”
    She perked up and grinned. “Yes.”
    “Can you tell me where the Meteorology Department is?”
    “Why do you want to go there? I can tell you the weather and it’s hot.” He chuckled. “I’m sure it is, but I really need to cool off. So if you don’t mind.” She wilted, but the mischievous gleam remained in her eye. She touched his arm feeling his bicep. Normally that would have really gotten him going. “Why don’t I show you?”
    He removed her hand. “Not interested. Thanks.” Wyatt shook his head and went inside. Once he did, he was met with a security guard.
    “Meteorology Department?”
    The guard pointed down the hall. “Take a right at the end. Up one flight. Be careful of crazy George.”
    Wyatt nodded. Crazy George. Their professor must have an interesting side if the guard thinks he’s wild. He followed the directions and the closer he got to the department, he heard blaring rock music coming from one of the open doors. It was a Saturday so most of the doors were closed. He peeked in. A man in his early twenties sat playing air-guitar thrashing his blond hair to the music. Wyatt smiled. A man after my own heart. He knocked, but the kid didn’t hear him.
    “Hello!” He yelled over the music.
    The boy looked up. His cheeks reddened from being caught in the act. He brushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “Can I help you?”
    “I hope so. I was looking for the Meteorology Department.”
    “Yup. That’s me. Well not me. George runs it. I’m only a student. I’m Jeremy.” Wyatt looked around at all the equipment in the room. Computers, printers, cameras, and the weather balloon were on the back table. There were barometers and charts. There was even an old weather vane sitting in the corner with a horse on the top 56

     
    of it. “You were conducting an experiment the other day with the weather balloon.
    Right?”
    Jeremy glanced back to the balloon. “Yeah. Me and George were trying to get some readings off this twister. Man it was insane. Then the most outrageous thing happened.
    Well almost as crazy as George, but oh man.”
    He stepped in and closed the door. “What happened?” The man before him grew more animated. “Shit. The twister was coming at us and then out of nowhere this dude appears on this horse. He jumped over the van and faced down the twister. It was almost like in the old west where the cyclone was the bad guy and we were at the O. K. Corral. God it was awesome.” He feigned disbelief. “That’s amazing. I’d be willing to bet no one believes your story.”
    Jeremy shook his head. “Yeah. It was awesome. Oh, stupid me, what was it that you needed?”
    Wyatt rested his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. At that moment, a zap of power passed between them. The boy grew lax and his eyes glazed. Wyatt had complete control over him. Part of being a Rider was also