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sensed her mental energy pushing back at him. Was she attempting to change the dream?
    Ahead of her a vine appeared. She leapt, her hand catching the vine near its base. Momentum swung her to the next tree.
    Clever girl . She manipulated the dream world, put some distance between her and the pursuing jaguars. He sensed her fear ebb slightly when she looked down over her shoulders and saw the black beasts now were several feet below on the other tree.
    Oh, that will not do .
    He sent the cats leaping after her. One at a time, they jumped onto the woman’s tree and scrambled up after her. Amnon made sure the beasts snarled and growled to show their displeasure at having to give chase.
    Her fear increased as she continued to climb. Being in her mind, he sensed what she felt, knew her thoughts.
    The woman experienced the hot breath of the lead cat on her leg. She heard the growls from below, knew they closed in. She risked a look down. The move cost her dearly, and brought a smile to his lips.
    She lost her grip. Her feet came off of the branch beneath them. The sudden weight of her body pulled her hand from the branch above. She fell, her arms flailing wildly, looking for purchase. He made sure none could be found, by removing the limbs from the tree. Her fear increased as she fell, feeding him, giving him more power with the rush of emotion that poured over him in delicious waves.
    He opened the ground below, and made a large fissure, which glowed red like the boughs of hell. Screams came from the crevice, low mournful cries that combined with demonic howls to create a terrifying symphony. She flipped in midair to face the opening below, and got a good look at what awaited her.
    Her strangled scream sounded like a concerto to his ears. He drank the yell in along with the emotions that accompanied it. Great Spirits above, how that rush felt good! Nothing compared to this, in this dimension or in his. Complete utopia. Utter contentment and happiness. The euphoric rush made him feel invincible, strong. He loved that sensation and needed more. Much, much more.
    He created spikes at the bottom of the fissure and knew the minute she realized they were there by the way her scream suddenly changed pitch. Forcing her to watch the large spikes grow in size as she careened toward them, he slowed her descent, needing to increase her terror of what lay ahead. She might see them coming, but she didn’t know just how much he could make them hurt.
    An evil grin played on his lips. . .
    Zane glided through the air, letting the grass brush the bottom of his energy ball as he went. He tuned into the energy coming from everything in his world. Each thing in the dimension gave off an energy signature and, like all Dream Weavers, Zane could tune it in or out depending on the circumstance. Every emerald blade of grass, each vibrant petal on a flower, produced a unique energy current. One of the reasons he’d been chosen as the Peacemaker was the fact he seemed to be a little more sensitive to energy than most of his kind.
    He could focus in on the smallest energy signature; follow it to its source. And Zane planned on using his ability to find the Dream Stalker, but first he needed to go to a special place.
    Just over the crest of the next hill, a magical place waited for him, a place that focused the energy of his world. There he could concentrate and sort through energy like nowhere else.
    As he crested the ridge, he discovered Gracyn waiting for him. Surprised to see her, he floated down to meet her.
    “What are you doing here?” Zane asked his mentor.
    “I came to find you to see if you require any assistance locating the stalker.”
    “I don’t,” Zane assured her. “I have no reason to doubt my ability to do my duties and neither do you.”
    “Don’t I?” Gracyn’s energy began to bob slightly up and down.
    “What’s that supposed to mean? You know I have never failed in my duty.”
    “Yet.”
    What was she trying to imply? Zane