"Then we don't use the Prism," I say, turning to Kade. Through the mate bond, I feel his sharp, sudden spike of understanding. "We use the Anchor and the Shield."
Kade steps closer, his right hand resting on the small of my back. Isla, if we act as the living batteries for the shielding matrix, the physical toll will be severe. We’ll be channeling enough genesis energy to level a city block, directly through our own nervous systems.
We’ll survive, I project back, my mental voice grim. We’ve survived worse. But we need to make sure the children are safe. If the UN tries to activate their dampeners, our shielding matrix has to absorb the feedback.
We can do it, Kade replies, his mental voice fierce, unyielding. But we’ll need help. We can't hold the matrix and walk down the aisle at the s
