Rewriting the Dream (Left Hand Adventures, #8) / Left Hand Adventures (ePub)

Mysticism, menage and paranormal mayhem in this final of the series. As the world hurtles towards apocalypse twins Astra and Brenin are asked to enter the cursed space-time anomaly that is Atlantis. They will have to use everything at their disposal: courage, love and friendship if they are to undo the curse that is pulling down the whole planet. Meanwhile Triglav is on the run, sentenced to death for a past he has faced but justice is demanded. Simon must own up to something that happened long ago, something he has hidden until now.

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Astra wrapped the night around her, to conceal herself from any unseen prying eyes then she made her way over to their comatose bodies. She fished through pockets, photographically memorized names on drivers licenses and details of other documents she found on them. She planted small, wafer thin RFID tags deep within their wallets. Noting one guy's well worn and assumedly much loved gold ring she carefully removed it and found a small space behind the gemstone it held. Just big enough to hide a small, almost transparent, voice activated transmitter. Then she carefully put everything back the way she found it and walked away, just in time. Jessup was driving back as he circled the block.
She took a moment to release the dark and her hold on the thugs minds then she dived into the passenger seat of the waiting car. "Hit the gas Jessup. They're waking up."
As his foot hit the accelerator he frowned at the waking thugs in the revision mirror. "How the hell did you...?"
Astra glared at him. "What did I tell you when you first became my partner?"
"Three monkeys."
"Exactly. You saw nothing strange, heard nothing strange. You will tell no-one."
Jessup shook his head to clear it. He'd seen her step out of a dark abyss and then the waking thugs were there. At least that's what he thought he saw. No, he wasn't putting that in his report. He'd be spending time with his workplace's shrink if he did. Definitely didn't see anything. "You have my word Jas."
And his word was good. "I know I do." Time had proven that.