Free Sorcerer: Trouble with Werewolves: Power of Air Book 2 by D. L. Harrison Page A

happened early today?” I asked brilliantly.
    Her smile didn’t falter, but her eyes tightened slightly,
“According to our sources, you found and rescued two young women earlier today
that were being held captive, we were also informed you revealed the name of
the man that had taken them.”
    I nodded slowly, wondering what made it news this time
around.  Sure, it had been a bit more sensational in nature than usual,
but…
    When I didn’t speak she continued cheerfully, “Would you
like to comment?”
    I shrugged, “Sometimes I get these feelings, I’ve had some small
success in the past finding lost or kidnapped persons.  I’m hardly unique
in that way, and I’m just happy that both girls are back home with their
families where they belong.”
    She walked closer and took a seat, crossing her legs as the
camera man came in.  This couldn’t be a good thing.
    She said in a leading voice, “Ben, may I call you Ben?” she
waited until I nodded to continue, “I did some research on you after learning
it was you that located the senator’s daughter…”
    My mind froze for a second, I never did figure out who that
second girl was, if I had I would’ve seen this coming.  I shook the
thoughts off and started listening again.
    She continued, “It seems you find people for the police
regularly and successfully in almost every case your brought in on, and I’ve
heard that not all of what you do is on the books.  Chicago’s very own
psychic and hero bringing lost children home.  Can you tell us about it?”
    I tried to downplay it, “I’m a private detective that will
sometimes get a feeling.  I’m not sure where you’re going with this, a lot
of law enforcement agencies use psychics on occasion.  I do the best I can
and live my life the best I know how.”
    She asked, “Did you know the police raided the suspect’s
house, they found evidence but it looked like he’d run.”
    I shook my head, “I didn’t know that no.”
    Kira continued to try and lock me down trying to find an
angle for her story, I just kept downplaying my abilities and was happy when
she asked me something I couldn’t answer, it would show I didn’t know
everything.  Eventually she stood and offered me a handshake, and left me
in peace.  I sat there for quite a while and wondered how this would play
out, and why my power put me here to be interviewed in the first place.  I
also hoped that would be the last time I’d see the woman, but something in me
doubted it.
    I got home around eight-thirty and cooked a late
dinner.  I was in bed an hour later, completely exhausted, and fell asleep
as soon as my head hit the pillow.
     
    I was pretty sure I was dreaming.  I felt like I was
floating on air, and I felt a warm air pressure against my side as if something
was pushed up against me.  It was a weird feeling, because it had no
weight, simply pressure.  Kind of like the light pressure I would feel if
I put my hand out the window while driving around twenty miles an hour.  I
felt light and free, as if the cares of the world couldn’t hold me down.
    I opened my eyes and turned my head toward that warm
pressure and looked into two eyes that were beautiful clear skies.  Aitheria’s
lovely face was familiar, as was her light blue skin, wide smile and her curvy
little body.  Except, she wasn’t so little anymore, and her body was
pasted up against mine, the clouds that normally served as her clothes were
doing a very poor job, and I noticed I wasn’t dressed either. 
    I felt a deep love for her, she’d always been with me, my
whole life, but despite our intimacy in this moment there was no sexual tension
whatsoever, her body wasn’t real after all, just a… bridge so I could understand
her.  The intimacy we shared was of family, shared experience, and perhaps
spiritual, but not physical love.  Still, this was new for me and I had no
idea what was going on.
    “What’s going on, and why are you human sized?”
    She