distorted like that, he was still gorgeous.
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III
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Less than two minutes later, a gray dome came into view to the right up ahead.
There it is, Mia thought fuzzily. Her heat-wracked body had been drained of emotion. Her skin ached as if it were on fire. Her field of view was bleached white. The sunlight was becoming a scorching implement of death.
Their horses side by side, they reached the dome. As the girl joyfully slipped out of the saddle, she looked at D. His gorgeous form was in the process of slowly falling over.
âD!â
While Mia raced over to where heâd fallen to the ground, she could feel her own consciousness slipping away. Collapsing on top of D, the fortunetellerâs daughter fainted. Sunlight ruthlessly roasted her body.
A powerful chill spread from Miaâs forehead, and she opened her eyes. Dâs left hand was resting on her brow.
âCan you . . . move?â D asked, still lying on his back.
âYeah, sort of. You helped me, didnât you?â
âRight now, youâre in a better condition to do something than me. Open the door.â
He mustâve meant the dark abode.
âOkay,â Mia said, nodding as she got up and turned aroundâonly to be dumbfounded.
âItâs not there!â
She couldnât have been unconscious for more than a few seconds. But even if sheâd been out for an hour, it wouldâve been impossible for such a thing to happen. The austere gray structure had vanished completely, and a valley strung with oddly shaped rocks filled Miaâs view.
âThatâs impossible . . .â
âYouâre . . . hallucinating,â D said.
âHallucinating?â Mia rubbed her eyes, but the new scenery showed no signs of changing.
âIf any creature but a Noble . . . comes near it . . . the defense systems come into play . . . The valley is an illusion.â
âBut a minute ago the dome wasââ
âBecause . . . you were . . . with me.â
When D fell, it had recognized that Mia was a mere human.
âThe dome is . . . right there. Try to touch it.â
An incredulous look on her face, Mia extended her right hand. She didnât feel anything. The area was just empty space. Her senses told her so.
âLooks like the effect extends to her consciousness.â
At the sound of a hoarse voice completely unlike Dâs, Mia looked in surprise in the direction from which itâd come, but Dâs left hand simply lay on the ground.
âThereâs no way a human could get one of the Nobilityâs buildings open, D!â
The voice seemed to be trying to rouse the Hunter, and it sounded for all the world as if it came from the palm of his left hand.
Before a powerful curiosity about confirming this could burst free, D ordered her, âTake my left hand off at the wrist.â
âWhat?â Mia exclaimed, her eyes bugging quite understandably.
However, before her surprise could become a refusal, D said, âIf we donât do something . . . both of us will bake out here. Unbutton my coat.â His tone was overpowering and would brook no insubordination. And though that was part of the reason Mia complied, she was also listening to the words ringing in her ears.
âBoth of us will bake out here.â That canât happen. I wonât let it. Have to do something. Must save D.
Once sheâd undone the buttons, he told her, âMy swordâs to your left. Use that.â
A glistening black hilt protruded from a well-worn scabbard. The hilt had a carving of coiled ivy wrapped around it. As she pulled it free, the steely blade let her know it had the weight of a manâs weapon. How did the gorgeous youth swing such a hefty blade?
Her legs wobbled.
âHurry up and make the cut . . . Donât have much time.â
âBut what good will cutting it off do?â
There was no answer.
Dâs eyes were closed. She was staring at him in spite