Awakening Book One of the Trust Series(63)

His eyes could not hide the pride that was deep within and Caitlyn felt like she was about to burst from seeing that reaction come from him.

“You did it!” He shouted as he picked her up off the ground and spun her in a circle, his laughter joining her own. “I knew you could! I knew you would!”

She hugged him back eagerly. “I can’t believe it!” She looked around her, never leaving his embrace. “This is amazing. No-scratch that. This is beyond amazing! I just transported! What I felt… that was the most incredible feeling ever! What was that?”

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “It’s something that we transporters lovingly call the sweet spot. That moment in between is so liberating, so boundless, one cannot fully comprehend until you experience it. I am so proud of you, you know that?”

Declan let her go suddenly, letting his fist pump in the air. “Yes! Wait till Lionel and my dad hear about this! Isn’t this a rush? Isn’t it the most amazing thing ever?”

Her grin went ear to ear. She was on cloud nine. “I still can’t believe it.”

He grabbed her hand for a brief moment and squeezed it hard. “Again.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon transporting to different areas on the Trust Compound and places Caitlyn had visited before. The longer the distance, the longer she was in the ‘in between’ as she called it. It was thrilling; it was beyond exhilarating.

The sun was low on the horizon when she grabbed his arm, her playfulness still not worn off. “Let’s play hide and go seek. I’ll hide, you seek.”

She closed her eyes and pictured herself by the old gazebo around the abandoned Trust facilities. She realized quickly that she had not let go of Declan’s arm. When she went to teleport, she felt him grounding her, preventing her from getting to her destination. Instead of letting go of his arm, she focused on Declan, imagining his body becoming one with hers, their bodies made up of the same molecules. Declan simply became an extension of herself. She then let go, and felt herself in the in-between before landing softly in the gazebo.

She instantly knew this was different. She could feel herself still holding on to Declan. He turned to her, his eyes wide, his voice in wonder. “How?”

“I… I don’t know. I felt you like you were an extension to me and I was able to.”

“Do it again.”

Caitlyn complied, this time landing both of them in their original spots. It was easier the second time around. She was not sure if that was because she knew what to expect, or Declan was more willing. “I can’t believe I can do this!”

He placed his hands on the sides of her face, giving her a big kiss on the forehead. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think we are going to extend training just a little bit longer this evening. Only this time, you get to be the teacher.”





Chapter 19



That night, Caitlyn and Declan practiced teleporting. Declan did not appear to have the natural ability to transport Caitlyn. She attributed this to two things. One, she was probably not explaining it properly to him; and two, they had to end after only a few attempts to do final preparations for the arbitration.

Garrett had been gone for two weeks now. She had received the occasional call from him, but she could tell during those calls that he was under a tremendous about of stress. He asked how her training was proceeding, and she told him how she was able to teleport, but Declan had asked her to keep the arbitration quiet from everyone until it was over. Garrett then had made a comment about wishing that she could teleport to him at that moment, but the Trust would not allow him to reveal his current whereabouts.

She was lucky that she was so busy learning that she barely had time to miss him. Declan had taken her to the airport, where they boarded a private jet. As she entered the plane, her eyes set upon a man with dark skin in his late thirties, early forties. He was reviewing information on his laptop, before shutting it quietly and looking up.

“Declan. This must be Caitlyn, I presume.”

The well-dressed man stuck his hand out to Caitlyn. “Yes, I am. Caitlyn Young.”

“Derrick Adair.” He motioned for the both of them to take a seat across from him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Declan buckled his seatbelt and clasped his hands before turning to his student. “Caitlyn, Derrick is one of our premier negotiators. He attended Harvard Law and works for the Trust’s legal department. We both have a lot that we can learn from him, and it’s always an honor to sit in on negotiations with him.”