NEVER IN HER life would Avery have thought it was possible for someone to create a speedboat out of pure air.

Yet Nikki could.

The group stood on the dock in amazement as Nikki weaved her hands around in the air and crafted a sea vessel. The blue hull formed along with the motor and inner cabin.

When it was completed, she turned to see wide eyes and hanging jaws.

“Impressive.” Ryse was the first aboard.

“I, um…” She swallowed, not liking the attention. “I memorized the schematics of a motor boat as soon as I knew Piper might be on a ship.”

Brenden put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “Amazing.”

Keona was raring to go. She clapped her hands together. “This should be fun. I’ve never teleported an entire boat with people aboard.”

Yankee hesitated with one foot on the dock, one in the boat. “Does that make anyone else nervous?”

Avery thumped his head and pushed him forward. “Behave or she might leave you in the damn water.”

“You can swim, can’t you?” Keona wiggled her brows and grinned. Now that her sister had made contact, she was a new person. Determination fueled her fire to find the ship.

Yankee didn’t appreciate it, but who cared?

Feet pounded on the wood of the pier and Avery turned to see Dante running towards them with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Avery’s heart felt complete with him there. He was one of hers, one of her guardians. She jumped up and hugged him. “What’re you doing here?”

He hugged her back and then shook hands with the other guys. “Dynasty and Lysandra both had visions. They sent me out on the first plane.”

“What did they say?” Brenden shook his hand. “Will this work?”

Avery should’ve figured the two of them would be in touch. They were partners of sorts when it came to protecting her. But they would still get a good talking-to when this was over about leaving her out of the loop.

“Keona won’t be making contact with me, but the boat. My powers don’t act as a conduit through inanimate objects; they can’t reach her. No worries.” The smile on his face said it all—he was glad to be there, glad to be one of the team again. He held out his hand to Keona. “As long as you’re moving the boat and not me, we can make this work.”

Keona took a deep breath and shook his hand. “Don’t be offended if this is the only handshake you get, then.”

“This is going to work. Two very powerful women saw it.” Dante grinned and boarded the boat, making sure he was in a corner all to himself, not near any of the others.

Keona turned to Avery and gave her a smirk, shaking out her hand where Dante had zapped away her powers during their contact. “Now it’s a party.”

Avery couldn’t help but glance around at her A-team. Ryse, who was freakin’ awesome, if she did say so herself. Then she had Brenden the shapeshifter, Dante the power canceler, Nikki the conjurer, Hammon the tracker, Cutter the swordsman, Philippe the Elementalist, Yankee the fighter, Ixion and his dogs, and, moving them all at once, Keona the teleporter. Add in her firepower, and they were a force to be reckoned with. Whatever awaited them on that ship, they were more than equipped to handle it.

“Plan, Keona?” Ryse demanded once they were all in the cabin and the motor was running. Not that they needed a captain, but Cutter was at the helm.

“Right. Piper is letting her aura fly free. She’s never done that, so I don’t know what it might look like.” She turned to Hammon, who sat in the corner, already meditating, his eyes glowing with the light of the gods. “He’s tracking her. When he gets a direction, I need to be on the bow so I can see what’s ahead. We’re going to go puddle jumping.”

“Puddle jumping?” Cutter asked with a scowl.

“Yes. I’ll blink the boat and all of us as far as I can see in the direction Hammon points.”

Yankee, who had a grip on the railing, grimaced. “I feel sick already.”

Ryse spoke. “When we get close enough to the ship, it is imperative that the humans not be harmed or aware of anything magical happening. We’re going to need cover. Philippe?”

The Italian, with his curly hair, nodded. “We move with clouds and fog.” He raised his hands to the air and clouds descended around the ship, creating a haze.

“Not too much,” Keona warned. “I have to have a clear line of sight.”

Philippe nodded once. The fog thinned in a straight line out to the open ocean.

“Once we get to the ship, Hammon has to locate any Olympians on board. Assume all of our people on that ship are not our people. If we can hide from the humans, let’s do it. I do not want this ship to make the evening news in any country. Everyone understand?”

They all nodded.

“The Prophet?” Avery shivered at the thought of facing him again. At least this time, she was the one on the offensive…and she could burn his lizard-ass into ashes.

“Come, teleporter,” Hammon said, his eyes glowing as he rose and exited the cabin, making his way to the front of the vessel and sitting right back down on the deck. He laid his staff in his lap and held his arms up in the air.

“Here we go.” Keona touched Avery’s arm as she followed. “Everyone make as much contact with the boat as possible. My focus is going to be moving this rig, not individuals.”

“For the record, I’m still not confident about this plan.” Yankee sat in a captain’s chair and gripped the control console for dear life.

Avery tried not to laugh. “What’s wrong, Yankee? Don’t like boats?”

He narrowed his eyes. “No, I don’t like boats and I don’t trust her not to leave me in the middle of the bloody ocean.”

“Don’t you wish you were a nicer person, now?” Avery bit the inside of her cheek to hold in the laughter. Brenden and Dante grinned openly.

“Not a chance.” He sneered at them all. “I just wish Ashton would’ve taken her sister somewhere not covered in fucking water.”

Ryse’s lips ticked as he met Avery’s eyes. He took her hand as they sat together against the side of the cabin wall. Most of the men sat on the floor, making contact with the ship against their backs and legs.

Out on the bow of the boat, Hammon pointed and Keona crouched down, placing her hands flat on the ship. She looked like a runner, waiting for the gun to go off.

“This will work,” Dante assured them.

Avery didn’t have time to agree. Her universe twisted and contorted into a black tunnel and she clenched her eyes shut.

When she opened her eyes again, they were falling.

“Oh, shit!” Yankee yelled and gripped the console. “Brace for impact.”

Keona screamed as her feet came off the boat decking and the entire vessel dropped into the ocean, slapping down against the water so hard she fell and slammed into the wood, landing on her shoulder.

“Ah.” She grabbed at her shoulder as pain shot up into her neck and down into her fingers.

“Are you all right?” Hammon helped her to her feet and her arm hung limp at her side. “That’s not good.”

The teleportation had worked; they were far out into the ocean. Hammon escorted her down into the cabin where everyone recovered from the fall. “Sorry, guys. Next time, I’ll aim for the actual water, not the air above it.”

“That would be great,” Avery groaned as she got to her feet. “I think you broke my ass.”

“I think she broke her shoulder.” Ryse examined it.

Everything hurt, and her fingers started to tingle from like they were asleep.

“It’s dislocated. I need to pop it back into place.”

Keona nodded, knowing the burning pain was about to get worse. “Do it. My sister can fix everything else later.”

“Take a deep breath.”

Keona made eye contact with Avery, who she often looked to for support. She took two deep breaths and stared right into Avery’s emerald green eyes.

Ryse didn’t take his time. As soon as his hands made contact, he pushed and Keona saw stars.

“Mother fuc-mmmm.” She shoved her fist over her mouth, trying to contain all the expletives running through her head, most of which were directed at Ryse.

Once she could see without stars dancing in her vision, Keona nodded over and over again. “Okay, damn, okay. Let’s go again.”

“Again?” Yankee repeated. “You dropped us out of the sky.”

“It was ten feet, maybe.” Keona shook out her hands. “I’m the one with a dislocated shoulder. Quit being a wuss.”

“Ouch.” Brenden chuckled as he helped Nikki sit back down on the floor.

She didn’t wait for one of Yankee’s smart retorts; she went back out to the bow of the boat.

Philippe joined her. “Which way?”

Hammon’s eyes glowed as he pointed straight ahead, slightly to the right. “The signal is strong.”

Philippe cast out the clouds in front of them. There was a clear line of sight in front, but all of around them was white fog. If there were fishing boats nearby, they would never see the ship appear or disappear.

Keona placed her hands on the ship’s decking, focusing out at the ocean. Her powers connected with the matter in the boat. Running through the wood and metal, the wires and motor, her powers captured the physical properties of her focus.

This time, instead of locking her gaze on the sky ahead, she dropped her eyes to the line where the water stopped and the air began.

Go.

The boat went with her as she zipped through space and ended up miles from where she started.

“How far did we go?” Keona asked the guys inside. Cutter, who had gone straight for the controls, used the radar and GPS to figure it out.

“About ten miles from the pier.”

“That’s it?” Her shoulders fell.

Ixion raised his hand like a kid in class. “You need to be higher. Your line of sight will increase with every foot you are above sea level.” He pinched his lips together. “It’s simple geometry.”

It made sense to Keona. “Okay, everyone get back down. We’re going to speed this up. Hang on.”

Keona climbed onto the roof of the cabin. It was flat and there was nothing she could brace herself with or hold on to…or was there?

A metal railing grew out of the floor and Keona turned around to see Nikki’s head peeking up over the ladder, her fingers waving around.

“Perfect.” Keona gave her the thumbs up and Nikki’s red hair quickly disappeared below.

Once she had a direction, Keona gripped the bar and focused her energy. Once, twice, again and again, she blinked the boat and its contents across the ocean. Each time took more effort than the time before and only her determination to find her sister kept her going.

Sweat broke out over her face and dripped down her back. Her mind and muscles were exhausted after ten times.

“We’re close,” Hammon finally said, holding up his hands to make her stop.

“Thank the gods,” Keona muttered, all but collapsing against the railing. Her legs were weak and shaking.

Ixion was the first one on the roof to help her down. “That’s some talent you have. You okay?”

She gave him a tired smile. “I’m closer to my sister, I’m fine.”

He helped her sit down in the cabin. Hammon came back inside with Philippe. “From here, we should let Philippe move us along. We don’t need the sound of the motor ruining the element of surprise.”

“I’m good with that.” Keona leaned her head back against the wall.

Philippe made his way to the roof this time and Keona watched from inside as fog covered them until she couldn’t see past the end of the boat.

A wave of energy flooded the atmosphere. Keona sucked in a blast of air. Piper, I’m here.

There was no telepathic answer, but the aura rippled with awareness. She’d found her sister.