Because it was the solstice, because Gideon’s personal electrical field played hell with all electronics, when Gideon answered the phone almost all Dante could hear was static.
“Get to Mercy!” he roared, hoping Gideon would understand anyway. “The Ansara are attacking Sanctuary!” Then he slammed down the phone and tore open the door to the garage, his mind racing.
The corporate jet would get him to the airport nearest Sanctuary in about four hours. He could try Gideon again from the plane.
Two hundred years ago the Ansara had tried to destroy the Raintree and had failed. Now they were trying again, and, damn it, this time they might succeed in destroying Sanctuary—where Mercy was, with Eve.
“Where are you going?” Lorna shrieked as he got in the Lotus.
“Stay here!” he ordered one last time, and reversed out of the garage. He didn’t want Lorna anywhere near Sanctuary. He didn’t know if he would make it back alive, but no matter what, he had to know she was safe.
“I don’t think so,” Lorna muttered furiously as she changed clothes. Dante Raintree wasn’t the only person who knew how to get things done. If he thought he could leave her behind while he went to fight some sort of supernatural battle, well, he would soon find out he was wrong.