Free Revisited (Redemption Series) by Lindsey Gray Page B

Becca. Let me be of some use.”
    Lily smiled as Abe’s pain sent a pang through her own chest. “Thanks. That would really help.”

    Becca felt a lazy hum work itself below her skin as she and Peter walked back to the chapel. They took a step through the doors, but the chapel was not what resided on the other side.
    “What are we doing here?” Becca looked around and walked around one of the outbuildings of the Leatherby Estate.
    “We need some practice time, if you will. I need to see what you can do.” Peter looked nervous and a little concerned as he led her out of the building and into the darkened fields surrounding it. “I will trust you on the breathing underwater, but I would like to revisit that one at a later date.”
    “Agreed.” She pulled a hair tie from her pocket and swept her wet hair up into a messy ponytail.
    “Even with my abilities, this body is human in many aspects. Why don’t we try to do some healing?”
    Becca looked him up and down quizzically. “You are going to injure yourself just to see if I can heal you?”
    “Yes. Now, turn your back. I don’t think you want to see this.”
    Becca turned and squeezed her eyes shut for good measure. A loud snap pierced the air before a distinct groan and the sound of knees hitting the earth did. She turned to find Peter, his right arm limp in the grasp of his left hand. “Oh, Jesus! You broke your own arm!” She was instantly on her knees beside him, her hand cradling his arm.
    “It’s not too painful, but just to be safe, let’s make this a quick lesson.” He grinned and then winced.
    Becca urged him to sit down on the ground. 
    “Now, the break is right here.” Peter pointed to the middle of his forearm with his left hand. “Take it in your hands.”
    Becca wrapped her hands around his right arm.
    “Right, now just feel your strength. Pass it on to me.”
    Becca cleared her mind and brought forth what she thought was strength. After a moment of nothing, she sighed in frustration. “This isn’t working.”
    “Just try again.” Peter winced. “I’m sure you’ll get it.”
    “Bet you wish you had just broken a finger now, don’t you?”
    “Don’t make me laugh.” He tried to resist, but his laughter slipped through anyway.
    “Okay. I’ll try again.” She cleared her mind once again. Instead of grasping for strength, she reached for the calm that overwhelmed her when she had been pulled under the water. Her fingertips warmed, and she felt a slight shift beneath her skin.
    “That’s it.” Peter pulled his arm from her grasp. “Good as new.”
    Becca inspected the healed arm in awe. “I did that?”
    “Yes, and very well. It feels better than it did before.”
    A rush of excitement fluttered in her stomach as she stood. “What’s next?”
    Peter rose to his feet and thought of what else they might try. “Well, let’s see if teleportation is possible.”
    “You mean like Abe?” Becca’s eyes brightened, remembering the rush she always felt while traveling with him on thousands of past occasions.
    “Not exactly. Your type of teleportation would be voluntary, transporting others only at their choosing. Abe can transport people without their consent.”
    “Ah, I see.” She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet. “What should I do?”
    Peter led her to where the outbuilding was once again in view. “Visualize yourself over on the steps of the outbuilding, then—” Before he could finish his sentence, Becca disappeared from his side. A heartbeat later, he looked to where she stood on the steps. “Now, back,” he shouted in vain, because she was next to him.
    “That was such a rush! So much more than when I’ve gone with Abe. I can’t believe I can do all this.” Becca did a little run-in-place happy dance.
    Peter stood somewhat dumbfounded. He shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around the concept of what had unfolded before him. “I just don’t understand this. Nephilim don’t have this