Chapter One

A deep groan filled the cavern, followed by a series of loud cracks. Chad climbed onto the wide ledge and then swiveled to look down at Dae on a thick slab jutting out over the ravine. His backpack toppled to the side as he set his torch down and angled it to shine over the twelve-foot drop. The climb wouldn’t be so bad if the stream they had crossed a month ago hadn’t grown into a manic river.

The rapids raced along the gorge in angry fluxes, shadows collapsing, reforming. Spray flew upward as the tides rammed into boulders. The dank scent coated his airways with an iron tang.

Where did all the water come from?

Chad tossed the rope to Dae. She reached to grab it, but her boots slipped on the slick rock and the line fell. It tripped and tugged along the wild current. His breath hitched as her arms flew wide, and she buckled to regain her balance.

He quickly reeled the rope in to try again. “Don’t lean so far over. I’ll throw it harder.”

She nodded and swiped the wet hair from her face.

Thick splashes hammered into the channel to Chad’s right, and he glanced at the wall at the head of the ravine. The light from his torch highlighted the falls as they surged from the fissure near the low ceiling. A series of deafening pops echoed through the canyon, and as if the mouth of the stream was made of crusty dirt, it crumbled. A large fracture traveled up the length of the partition.

Fates!

He flung the rope to Dae again, and she snatched it from the air. “Don’t try to climb! Tie it around your waist. I’ll pull you up.”

Her hands fumbled the rope into a knot and then she gripped the line. “Okay, I am ready.”

As he wedged his boots for a firm hold, water spewed from the fissure and blasted rock through the canyon. Dae’s scream rode the roar of water as it swept her from the thick slab. The rope snapped tight, and air punched from Chad’s lungs as he clung on with everything he had. He threw a glance at the hooks wedged between two stalagmites and hoped by all that was good they’d hold. He cursed himself for not securing the line more fully before he’d tossed it to Dae. But something had told him to act fast and get her up there.

He tugged on Dae’s rope and quickly wound it around his arm, inching her closer. “Dae?”

No answer rose from the din.

He pulled harder, leaning into sidesteps for more leverage. “Dae!”

Her hand rose from the currents, and she rolled, coughing.

“Unclip your pack!”

She craned her neck and bit at the clip on her shoulder strap. The large canvas bag whisked away, and the weight on the line lessened. He quickly tugged again, and Dae reached up the tether. Three more hauls and then Chad dropped to his knees to reach for her.

She clung to the leash, shoulders above the water’s crest, as her gasps parted the sheet of hair over her face.

“Dae, give me your hand.”

She looked up, her lips pinched together as she peered at his hand through drenched locks. “I cannot touch you. You are my Keeper.”

She’s worried about that right now? He tempered a growl at the idiotic placement decrees imposed on their peoples. “I’m well aware of the appropriate actions of a server. Will you disobey a direct command? Dae, give me your hand!”

She inched up the rope. He dropped to his belly, grasped her wrist, and then dragged her along the rough ravine wall and out of the water. As soon as she came within better reach, he hooked his finger through the shoulder weaves on her tunic. Hefting her over the ledge, he thanked the Fates she’d made her clothes with such care to durability.

Containers attached to her belt clanked against the rock ledge as Dae rolled onto her back. Chad joined her, draping a forearm over his brow. His ribcage jumped with each hard thump of his heart. Had it been hammering like that the whole time? He heaved a breath and then rolled his head to look at her.

Shadows hid most of her heart-shaped face, but the torch cast a slight glow along her profile. He traced it with his gaze. Her chin trembled, and her chest rose and fell in a jittery rhythm. But she was safe—safe and lying three feet from him.

He blew a long stream of air through his pursed lips.

Fates, what if I had lost her?

Quivers spider-walked along his arms, and he dragged his hands down his face to regain composure. The last thing Dae needed right now was to have her Keeper show weakness.

She brushed her long hair back and then let her arms drop. Her mouth moved with silent words. Rolling to the side, she pushed herself onto her knees. Small tremors shook her hands as she placed them on the ground and bowed her head low. “I questioned your command,” she whispered with a croaky voice. “I will serve penitence.”

Chad sat up and rested his arm on his knee. “No penitence is necessary, Dae. But…” She’d been born to his family’s keep when he was two years old, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her since. Now, at nineteen, how could he bear to live without her? “Don’t you understand I can’t lose you?”

She lifted her gaze. “I am sorry. Do you require service now?”

He sighed. Of course he would require vitality again at some point, but that wasn’t what he meant by the comment. A glower tempted to erase the proper response he should give as master.

It’s always about the service. Always. He allowed a low rumble in his throat to dispel the urge to spit the fact from him. Placement. Never forget your placement. Picking up the torch, he leaned into a stand. “No, Dae, I don’t require service.”

~ * ~

Styne’s thrill of adventure diminished as a howl reached into the narrow vein of the cave. He lifted his crystal-lit torch as if it would hush the mourning sound, but the light seemed to pulse with each beat of his heart. Gathering his nerve, he inched down the steep trail. Pebbles rolled beneath his feet, and he grasped at the granite wall to secure his balance.

A clash echoed through the catacomb, and he angled the beam down, squinting to see the bottom of the tunnel better. Water rose and then ebbed at the threshold, a tall stalagmite breaking the flow. His stomach knotted. No wonder the Chambers haven’t come to serve us yet. They must be scared to death.

Trotting down the pitch, he rode the gravel giving way to his quick pace. As he entered the belly of the hollow, waves crashed against the bluff. Bolts of light flashed beyond thick sheets of water like strobes. The fallout pounded onto the landing. Waves swept along the tongue of the cave and filled the gullies in a rush. Mats and crystals swirled with loose rock as the flow carried away the remnants from their earlier gathering.

He inched into the wide dome, gaze glued on the panoramic view. Awe locked logical thought as he scanned the vast World Above. Confusion passed his lips in a low mumble. “Chad said there would be stars, a moon…” It’s the real reason I agreed to come back down here and get the Chambers!

His steps slipped on the slick rock as he approached the open stage. He reached for the wet boulder at his side and braced his stand, digging his boot into the crevice at its base. Lifting his torch beyond the ledge of the ceiling, he drew it across the upper scope. The illumination from the crystal did nothing to penetrate the ominous cover. “What…what is this?”

Light shot across the horizon, and then a web of silent flares netted the expanse, highlighting the battle among the crests of the black sea. The sky turned musty gray as thick vapors morphed into engorged billows. Shock quaked his stomach as he tried to make sense of it all.

The heavens clashed, shaking the world around him. His heart jumped to his throat, and his arms flew over his head. A salty scent assaulted his nasal cavity as water clashed against the mountain. Thick sheets sprayed skyward and pelted him with heavy falls. He threw his hands out at his sides to keep balanced and then swiped his palm down his face.

The sky flashed white. Blinded, Styne shot his gaze toward the back of the cave, to the safety of the World Beneath the Rock. Fear held him rooted.

From the far left corner, a small light bobbed within the blob of white branded in his retinas. He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his thumbs to clear his vision and then squinted in the same direction. Stafford waded through the waist-high current, his torch casting light across his pale face. The servant’s voice reached Styne in spasms. “Master Styne! They…taken! I tried… Great waters!”

Styne stepped toward him, an urgent command to halt on his tongue. His footing slipped. “Stafford, don’t…”

Reaching the open cave, and free of the water, Stafford’s feet hit gravel. His long legs launched into a sprint. “Master Styne! They are gone!”

“Wait! It’s…” Styne threw his hands out for balance and struggled to gain composure. “Don’t…” Desperate to warn Stafford of the slick surface, his demand roared from deep in his chest. “Stop!”

Stafford jarred to a halt, his last stride slapping against the landing. His feet flew from under him, and his crystal torch clattered on the ground. The light flashed in his frantic eyes as he skidded past Styne, his master, his Keeper…the one entrusted to guide and keep him safe. Clawing at the wet surface, he disappeared over the ledge of the cliff.

The sky rumbled.

Styne’s mind reeled. A gasp punched from his lungs. Words wouldn’t form. “St…”

He blinked and scrubbed his eyes with his palms. Another wave clashed into the bluff, and as it rose before the cave, a hungry howl moaned throughout the hollow.

Scrambling back into the depths, Styne swung himself past the stalagmite to the steep tunnel. Wild shadows danced around him as his torch revealed every frantic lunge up the rocky pitch. Flashes of the wild World Above swirled in his mind.

He fell against a boulder and squeezed his lids shut, heart pounding. Choppy breaths punched from his cheeks. His arms and legs shook, and he bunched his shirt with his fist to control the quakes in his stomach.

How could such a change take place in the short time they’d been in the upper chamber of the cave? The evening had been pure beauty, pink and orange ribbons trying to trap the sun as it descended beyond the horizon. Soft waves had lulled them as they sat around the crystal fire.

Shaking his head, Styne willed himself to master his actions. He filled his lungs with the familiar scent of sediment and focused on the safety around him. Fortification. Security. Control.

He opened his eyes to the reliable environment of the World Below. Silence rested on him. Soft light flowed from the crystal torch, illuminating the climb to his family camp. Lifting his chin, he set his resolve to maintain a dignified demeanor and reached to heave himself up the rocks. A cluster of crickets sprang from the ledge.

Shock rushed his edged nerves, and he threw his hand to the side. Stafford’s panicked face crossed his inner eye. Tremors returned. Sliding down the rough wall to the ground, he allowed the juts to graze his shoulder.

How could he not show strength during chaos for his server’s sake? He was frightened and I couldn’t warn him. What Keeper shows such weakness? He pressed his fists to his head and knotted his fingers in his hair. Irritation boiled in his gut as shame riddled his heart. Temper this! You’re not a child.

Clutching a fistful of gravel, he cast it at the wall to expel the guilt of his failure. What would his family think? They can’t see me like this. Not now. I’m to be a Father of the Nation. He shoved himself to a stand and then strode into the pass. I’ve got to gain control before I stand before Father.

Bonus Chapter

Mechenzie

The scent and sizzle of steaks on the grill wafted over Mechenzie as she ran along the side of Grammy and Grandaddy’s red-wood deck. She took a big bite of her peanut butter sandwich to drown out the smell of the icky meat.

Mandy veered left and took off toward the far backend of the yard, her top-side ponytail bobbing in a frenzy.

Thrill burst through Kenzie’s chest, and she crunched her fingers into a tight fist, almost smashing the bread, as she darted after her twin. Tiny bubbles squished between her toes as her shoes soaked up the water from the sparkling grass.

The world came into sharp focus, every green blade, every tiny bug crawling on the tall fence surrounding the long backyard, every fiber of Mandy’s yellow flopping skirt. Kenzie tried to force her body to stay tight, but excitement overcame her.

In a whish, all angles came into view. The melony scent of fresh grass wafted through her alongside the sweet forsythia that hid the old dog house.

Oh, Momma’s not going to like this! Turning into a ghost always ended with her having to convince Momma Mandy was fibbing again. She managed to get away with it so far, but someday, it was bound to come out her sister told the truth.

But since it already happened…

Mechenzie zipped past her twin, tipping her grand fountain-like ponytail with her essence.

Mandy gasped, threw her gaze over her shoulder, and then shouted at Kenzie. “No fair! No fair, Kenzie!”

Laughter jolted Kenzie’s smoky body, but a distant scent caused her to halt. She searched the backside wooden gate, drawn to the bittersweet smell she couldn’t quite recognize.

Familiar, but from where?

A longing clenched the particles of her chest. Without realizing she’d returned whole, she found herself facing the planks, her feet once again in the wet grass. Her eyes misted and stung the backs of her lids as shadowed memories danced beyond her understanding. She wanted it… whatever it was. She took a step before she could stop herself. That scent… it was a part of her, and something deep inside cried to have it back.

The latch to the gate lifted, and Kenzie jolted back to the present. Mandy. She was chasing Mandy.

Without a second thought, she turned and ran to catch up with her. Silly imagination.

With a lunge forward, Kenzie turned to smoke and zipped past her sister as she passed the dog house. Whipping around to face her, she pulled herself together so fast sparks rushed down her arms and burst from her fingertips.

Mandy’s high-pitched scream echoed in Kenzie’s ears. Her sister whipped around as giggles replaced the fright, and Mechenzie stuffed her half-eaten sandwich into her mouth to allow her hands to clench into full fists as she ran.

Momma’s voice rang over the yard. “Mandy, Mechenzie, stop chasing butterflies and take your seats. I’ve got baby carrots here. You can dip them in the peanut butter.”

Mandy squealed and then disappeared into the bush of honeysuckle. “No butterflies, Momma, sparkles!”

Kenzie jerked to a stop as she quickly looked at Momma. “There aren’t any sparkles. Mandy’s just fibbing again.”

Her mother placed her hands on her hips and grinned. “Just get over here.”

Mandy seemed to have forgotten all sparks as she darted from the tall flowers and headed for the deck. Kenzie laughed and shook her head. Her sister had a brain like the wind; blowing one way one moment and another the next—and Kenzie loved her for it.

Best sister in the world!

Catching up to Mandy, Kenzie trotted up the redwood stairs beside her. Her twin slowed near the bench, looked at her, and Kenzie chose a spot. Mandy joined her.

Like the wind that can’t make up her its own mind where to sit.

Eying the yummy offerings, Mechenzie grabbed a handful of carrots and then scooped a big spoonful of peanut butter. She plopped it next to the mound of mashed potatoes Momma had put on her plate. Wrinkling her nose at the light brown pieces of meat, she decided to shove them to the far side, so she didn’t have to smell them. One-by-one, she stuck the little carrots in the top of the potatoes like an artist to create a bunny head.

“I’m Bethany, by-the-way.” said Grammy to Aunt Elaina’s boyfriend as they reached the table. “This is Mandy and Mechenzie. Just a hint… About the only way to tell them apart is that Mechenzie’s eyes are a bit dark. So, don’t let them try to fool you.”

Kenzie clamped her lips shut and giggled. That was always her doing. Though, Mandy got the blame most of the time. Mandy could never come up with the stories to make it all believable. A sprite of pride burst in her chest at that fact.

Grammy smiled and waved to Momma. “This is my eldest daughter, Linda.”

The cute guy waved when Momma nodded to him. “Nice to meet you all. I’m Vincent Shilo.”

Momma chuckled and settled against the deck rail. Pulling out a skinny cigarette, she lit it and took a big puff. “Vincent Shilo.” She nodded, and smoke floated around her face. “Yes, we’ve heard so much about you it’s like we’ve known you for years.”

The glass door slid open, and Grandaddy stepped onto the big, red deck. He looked at Vincent who held out his hand. “Mr. Cantrell, I’m Vincent Shilo.”

Grandaddy huffed and plopped into his chair. “It’s about time we meet you. Six months of dating my daughter and you only show when food’s set out on the table.”

Kenzie plucked a carrot from her bunny’s head and swirled it in the peanut butter as she watched. Something about Elaina’s boyfriend made tingles run up her neck and over her head. She scrunched her shoulders to make it stop, but as he lowered his hand and let it swing behind him, the tingles turned to goosebumps that showed on her arms. That simple way he moved seemed so familiar; like she’d seen it so many times before.

Grammy patted Grandaddy’s shoulder. “Now, Ben, Vincent is our guest.” She smiled at Vincent. “You’re all Elaina talks about. We’d love to have had you over sooner.”

“Well, she’s all I think about,” he said glancing at her.

Kenzie sighed. Wow. That’s so nice!

Momma sighed too. “That’s so romantic. Jarrett hasn’t talked about me like that since the girls were born.” She smiled as she smashed her cigarette into an ashtray and then took a seat by her.

Kenzie scooted a bit to give her more room and then took a bite of peanut butter-covered carrot.

“Of course, how can I really catch his attention when all I do is chase five-year-olds and clean?” Momma was saying. She looked at the sliding doors. “Sports manage to catch it, though.”

Vincent sat beside Aunt Elaina and shook his head. “Watching your girls discover life is more exciting than sports.”

Mechenzie paused chomping on her carrot and stared at the cute guy… no, Vincent. Wow, again. Where did this man come from? Surely, not from anywhere she knew of. But deep in her heart, she knew that was how it should be.

Granny waved at Momma. “You see, Linda. Not all men are like,” she thumbed at the house, “him. Your father would have been more involved if his work didn’t keep him away.”

Grandaddy snorted, and Kenzie smiled, holding back a giggle as she chomped on her carrot again.

“Work,” he said. “You bet I’d have rather been with you three. And now, my work load just got bigger. Had a no-show. It looks like I’ll be finishing up the Dressen assignment on my own.” He set his fists on the table and looked right at Vincent. “And how many kids do you have? Elaina tells me you’ve been married.”

Kenzie’s attention snapped back at the man. Was he a daddy?

Vincent grinned. “I’m a widower, Mr. Cantrell, and I haven’t been blessed with children.”

Granny leaned her head to the side. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Vincent. And you’re so young too.”

“And how young would that be?” Grandaddy leaned an arm along the table and held his knife upward.

Aunt Elaina took Vincent’s hand. “Oh really, Daddy.”

Grandaddy huffed.

As Granny placed a plate in front of Vincent, Momma leaned over and whispered to Kenzie. “Eat, missy, or I’ll hide the peanut butter, so you can’t eat sandwiches before dinner again.”

Wiggling in her seat, Kenzie forced herself to pick up her fork. She stabbed at the pile of salad and then stuffed a little tomato into her mouth. It squirted over her tongue as she bit down on it.

Mm.

“He’s just the right age,” Grammy said. “So, Vincent, I hope you like steak. You get the largest piece since Ben and Jarrett could probably eat the whole grill if I let them.”

Vincent smiled. “This is very gracious of you, Mrs. Cantrell.”

Aunt Elaina shook her head. “Um, Mom, Vince doesn’t eat much meat.”

Grandaddy growled, and Kenzie scrunched her shoulders again with a giggle. She just loved Grandaddy and his funny sounds.

“What kind of man doesn’t eat meat?” He asked and then stuffed his mouth with a big chunk.

Funny sounds or not, Kenzie couldn’t resist commenting on the subject. She plucked a carrot off the top of her potato bunny’s head. “Meat used to be alive.” She looked at the tiny vegetable, imagining it with a head and tiny legs. “You can’t plant a piece of meat and grow another one. Another soul has to be born.”

Vincent blinked and looked right at her. His blacker than black eyes looked so odd, staring into hers. But it seemed like she could see the whole world in them. The bittersweet scent she had smelled earlier poured over her insides like liquid candy. He looked away too soon.

Granny waved her hand. “Kenzie doesn’t like meat, either.”

Momma laughed. “We have to keep all kinds of alternatives in the cupboards.”

Vincent winked. “Peanut butter being among the most popular, I’d suspect.”

A big smile spread across Mechenzie’s face. She couldn’t help it. She liked this guy. He didn’t eat meat, something about him made her insides feel like sugar, and she could see so many worlds in his eyes. She could bet he believed in souls. Yes, he did. She could see it on his face, feel it. She just knew he did.

Again, he looked away too soon.

Pointing his fork at Vincent, Grandaddy sneered. “It’s from living up at that manor on the south side. What decent folk live shrouded lives? I don’t know one person who knows what goes on up that way. The few who take that windy road seem to forget what they were after to begin with. Then say they don’t see a point to go back. Odd happenings if you ask me.”

“Daddy!” Aunt Elaina turned red, and she leaned forward. “Vincent is a Founder’s son!”

Huh? Founder?

Echoes of memories seemed to swirl around the back of Mechenzie’s head. None of it made sense: A blue sun, a huge white room, and deep, deep love. Love so deep that when it slowly went away, she rubbed her fist over her stomach to make the emptiness leave.

Momma stood, and Kenzie shivered as her attention slipped back to dinner.

“Really, Dad,” Momma said. “They don’t seek the spotlight, so they’re shrouded? Sounds like they like their privacy is all. The Founders hold just as much respect as the Lords do. Anyone who can keep an orchard blooming year-round is worthy of respect right there. I love that hillside.”

Her hand slid across Kenzie’s back, and she leaned close to hear ear, speaking softly. “Are you okay, Kenzie May?”

Mechenzie blinked several times, trying to clear her head of the little pieces of memories she didn’t understand. Resting her elbow on the table to brace her head, she slouched toward her plate. A little nod seemed to tell her mother yes, though she wasn’t really sure.

“Okay.” Momma rubbed her back with three small circles and then headed inside, saying something to Vincent about the steak and Daddy.

Grandaddy’s scruffy voice spoke and then Granny’s muffled next to it. They sounded like they were in a tunnel and came from a million miles away. Then, as if her heart heard every word, Vincent spoke as clear as the crystal chimes Granny had hanging by her kitchen window.

“Lord Dressen placed an important order with your company and requested a certain person?”

Kenzie looked at Aunt Elaina’s boyfriend, and it was as if she knew him for the longest time. Every highlight the sun painted in his black, black, black hair. The waves that fell to his neck and shoulders caused her heart to flip flop, and she knew she’d ruffled it on top of his head at one time… or more. His strong chin, low brow, and those darker than midnight eyes…

“And he wanted Anna alone to do it,” he said, looking at Grandaddy.

His voice rang like a bell through her chest. So ordinary, like she’d heard it every day. What was the word Momma had used when she tucked her and Mandy in bed? Cherried? No, cherished. Yes! That was it!

Kenzie took a deep breath of melony-fresh-grass and forsythia-flower scented air. She cherished him! Above anything in the world, she cherished Vincent.

Huh?

Wrinkling her nose, she blinked toward Mandy, to see if she noticed anything weird going on.

Mandy chomped on a piece of meat that had been cut a little too big. Juice dribbled over her bottom lip to her chin as she switched it to the other side of her mouth.

Eww. Are Momma and Daddy sure I’m not adopted?

No, Mandy was happily eating her dinner with no sign of worry. Mechenzie’s mind settled as she considered her twin, and the odd images disappeared.

Grandaddy’s voice came to her clearly. “Maybe not the largest, but most important. Said he’d sign us up for the new convention arena without taking other bids if this order was to his liking.”

“I bet she was working overtime then to get it done by the deadline,” said Vincent, but Kenzie kept her eyes looking straight ahead. No way did she want to feel like she just felt again. It was confusing, and though she wouldn’t admit it to Mandy, a little scary.

“Sure, she was working overtime. We paid her good for it too. Promised her a big bonus at his acceptance of the project.”

Vincent did something, but Kenzie held very still, sure to make her attention stay on her bunny potato head.

“Would she break curfew to make sure it would be completed on time,” asked Vincent.

“Never said. She just assured me it’d be done by the deadline.” Grandaddy sounded worried, and Kenzie couldn’t keep from looking at him.

He’d put down his fork and frowned at the guest when she looked at him. “You don’t think she’d disappear. You know, like they say people do for that?”

“The Grand Marshals did pass the new law.”

Don’t look at him, Kenzie. Don’t look at Vincent. His name felt like a ghost floating in her mind.

Grammy lifted a hand to her lips. “Oh, my. Not Anna.”

Grandaddy leaned back in his chair and stretched his shoulders. His face turned slightly green.

Maybe he was feeling the weirdness, too.

Momma scowled as she stepped back onto the deck. “He won’t budge. Elaina, would you pass the salad, I’ll make him up a plate.”

“Sure.”

As Aunt Elaina lifted the bowl to her, Momma’s voice rose. “Elaina!”

“What?”

Momma grabbed the bowl and then grabbed Aunt Elaina’s hand, holding it up. Something pink sparkled on her finger, and Kenzie quickly pulled her knees beneath her on the bench to get a better look.

Grandaddy’s voice boomed, and Kenzie spared him a glance. “And when were you going to announce this turn of events?”

“Isn’t it beautiful, Daddy?” Aunt Elaina smiled so hard her eyes arched. She wiggled her fingers in his direction. “He just proposed today in the park. He wants me to drink from his cup!”

“Oh, a Chalice wedding!” Granny grabbed hold of Grandaddy’s sleeve. “Honey, do you realize what this means?”

“It means this boy doesn’t even have the courtesy to speak to a girl’s parents before approaching her on the matter. That’s what this means!”

Mechenzie’s attention skipped from the beautiful shining ring to her grandparents. She knew when Grandaddy was about to get loud and angry, and he was definitely about to get loud and angry.

“Honestly, Ben. She’s twenty-one.” Grammy jumped from her chair. “Chalice weddings happen fast. We have so much to plan!”

“What do you mean they happen fast? Now just wait one minute!”

Momma tilted Aunt Elaina’s hand towards Mechenzie. She probably wanted her to look at it instead of the noisy arguing happening beside her. But Kenzie wanted to see what was about to happen. How else would she know how to deal with things if she didn’t watch and learn? And who better to learn from than Grandaddy? He was the A-plus best at arguing and getting his way.

Momma peeked over her shoulder. “Dad, Chalice weddings are reserved for royalty. If both are of royal blood they can take as long as they want, but Elaina isn’t. She’s expected to stay with the groom’s family until the ceremony.”

Grandaddy jumped to a stand, hands balled into fists. “What?”

Oh, here it comes!

Kenzie’s knee tipped the top of the table as she wished to get closer, but remembered it wasn’t allowed. She chose to stand on the bench for a better look.

He pointed toward town. “With him and his two brothers? Up there at that manor?” As he marched toward Vincent who stood, Granny rushed with him. “You’re not taking my daughter off by herself to be with three men that nobody knows anything about!”

“Now, honey.” Granny held his elbow and brushed along his forearm her fingers.

A growl rumbled in his throat, and he bared his teeth with a snarl.

Ooooh, it’s coming now!

Kenzie tipped to her toes and leaned her hand on Mandy’s back for support.

Vincent stepped and stood in front of Grandaddy, fingers wrapped into fists too. He was a lot taller than her grandfather, but that never bothered him before. They stared at each other’s eyes, and for a second, Kenzie wondered if Grandaddy would feel the way she did earlier. Maybe Vincent had some magical powers to make you feel all weird.

Aunt Elaina hurried to Vincent’s side. “Daddy, please, I love him!”

Granny tilted her head and peeked at Grandaddy.  “These men are Royals, Ben. Royals. And Elaina loves him. She has a chance at a wonderful life. Don’t take this from her.”

Wow. They’re Royals? Kenzie spared a glance at the tall, very handsome guy staring down at her grandfather. Maybe that’s why I felt so weird. He’s so much specialer than I am.

The sliding glass door opened, and Daddy leaned on the frame. He took a drink from his can and then he snorted.

Kenzie smiled. She loved it when men made funny noises.

“I don’t know who’s the stupidest here,” he said. “Dad for standing up to a Royal, or a kid standing up to Dad.”

Oooooo.

Kenzie looked back at Vincent as she hopped down from the bench. Skirting around the table, she tried to move so nobody noticed. A little voice inside her said this was not going to be good. Her eyes grew wider the longer Vincent stayed quiet. It seemed like a year, and with every passing second, the bad feeling got bigger. The heavy scent of bitter candy filled her like never before, and as she reached the rail of the steps, she stopped with a jerk.

Vincent bunched his hands into fists as a red glow fit his knuckles like a tight glove. Tiny spangles sparkled along them, and Kenzie knew he was more than just specialer. He was a totally different special. Like she was different special.

Was that why she felt weird around him?

Aunt Elaina leaned into him and wrapped her arm around his waist. Her hand folded around his fist, and Kenzie pinched her lips together, disappointed. But she’d seen it before Aunt Elaina covered it. She really had.

“Mr. Cantrell,” said Vincent. “It was an oversight on my part not to honor you as the head of your home and consult with you about my plans to propose to your daughter. I love her, and I want her to be my wife.”

Kenzie tip-toed to the other side of the steps to watch Vincent talk. His jaw looked tight, arm stiff at his side as he said something about being a Founder. Whatever he said, Grandaddy seemed to calm down because he pulled out his pipe.

The door slammed, and Kenzie’s attention snapped to Daddy on the other side of the glass. Momma quickly followed him inside as Granny threw her hands around Grandaddy’s neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Vincent pulled Aunt Elaina aside and said something to her so quietly Kenzie strained to hear it. Something about a manor and saying his name.

Aunt Elaina smiled and told him she’d start packing.

Huh?

Kenzie rushed to Mandy’s side to ask if she knew what was going on, but Mandy’s face sparked with excitement. Kenzie looked to where Mandy did and immediately joined her twin in joyous giggles at the two kissing.

“I’ll let myself out the way we came in,” said Vincent. “But I’ll send a car for you.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

As Vincent skipped down the steps, Kenzie walked to the railing. She rested her hand on the wood plank and watched him head for the back gate. Tiny birds flew from over the house and landed in a tree nearby, singing a fun twittery song.

I wonder if he talks to the birds too, like I do.

Whether he did or not, Kenzie knew this guy was extraordinary. Her heart swelled so much it tightened her throat. Though she knew she’d no doubt see him again, seeing him leave really hurt. She rubbed her chest and took a shaky breath.

Something about him made her insides wish she could… go home.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Cole dragged the towel down his face and then smoothed it over his wet hair. Exhaustion racked his body, despite the long shower. He sighed and smeared the steam from the mirror to catch his distorted reflection. His onyx eyes stared back at him, filling the hollow of his heart with guilt.

The rest of my soul’s life. The unbinding failed. When she dies, so does her… His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he turned from the mirror to avoid the sight. An eternity of honoring her memory. But, he supposed he should be grateful for the chance of serving her that long. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his torso. Stepping into his room, he peered at the old clock on his dresser.

Time. There wouldn’t be enough.

Raking his fingers through his damp strands, he took a deep breath to steady himself. He’d begin today, making her life everything it could be. Anything she desired would be his pleasure to fulfill.

She was an artist now. He’d have a studio fashioned. Every tool imaginable would be available.

Her apartment was papered in yellow.

Daffodils, forsythia, roses… He scratched his chin. What other flowers were yellow? Whatever they were, he’d have the topiary sculpted with them. A smile crept onto his lips. At least he knew she liked roses.

Shedding the towel, he grabbed his robe and tied the belt tight. His fingers bunched into a fist as he swung open the door and marched into the hall. He’d fill her room with all the yellow roses he could find in the gardens. That would be a good start.

His newfound enthusiasm revitalized his steps, and for the first time in centuries, true happiness filled his heart. The sense of beginning anew colored his outlook with possibilities of the present.

He had Anna’s life ahead of him, and time be damned, he’d revel in every moment. She was his, and she knew despite all the displacing developments, he was hers. Whatever lay beyond the present could wait.

A door opened to the left, and he halted with a step. “Anna.”

A hint of insecurity played on her lips as she held to the latch.

“I thought you were resting. Do you need something?”

“You were gone and… I can’t stop thinking. I lay in bed and all these memories keep running through my head.” Placing a hand on her chest, she twisted her gown strap around her finger. “They make me hurt…inside. Nothing makes sense. I looked…and you weren’t here. So…”

Compassion swelled in Cole’s heart and etched across his brow. All her memories had been restored: Her motherless childhood, daily uncertainty of shelter or food, loss of the one parent who struggled as a street sweep to provide what little they had. Then, receiving free will—a gift granted at birth but stolen, ordered by a man who’d pursued her and ultimately abused his power to have her. From bliss to pain and then left without a soul’s ability to comprehend it all. How he wished he could relieve her ache.

He stepped inside and brushed his fingertips across her temple. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there, but I’ll always be near.”

Her arms wrapped around his waist and then she bunched his robe into her fists. She laid her head on his chest, and he rested his cheek on her dark hair, stroking the soft locks. With a sigh, Anna cuddled closer.

He longed to know exactly what she was feeling. With James’ potion still in effect, he felt crippled.

“Everything is okay, now,” he whispered.

Anna tilted her head back, peering at him with the most beautiful blue eyes he’d seen. The call of her love echoed deep in his soul, just as it had in the alley, the shower, the time he’d comforted her after Kid’s tantrum, and during her plea before the attempted unbinding. Truth drove understanding deep, and he comprehended eternal union anew.

Framing her face with his hands, Cole gazed at the cherubic face of his love: Every curve of her bow-tie lips, each lash that made up the thick fringes on her lids, the gentle slope that led to the rounded crown of her nose.

His words flowed from his tongue, thick with affection. “How I love you.”

“And I you,” she breathed. “Promise me forever.”

“Forever and always.” The whisper sent licorice and cream, the musk of love’s promise.

Her tongue met his, a silky feather rounding its tip. He relished the sweetness, losing himself in each gentle caress. His breath became hers.

Anna’s grip tightened as she gasped and rose to her toes, inhaling the Breath of Zephyr as if it held her life.

Fanning his fingers, he braced her as the gift intensified. She’d endured five long lifetimes of searching, waiting to taste the scent of his love, and he would let nothing break the bond until she was ready to let go.

Delectation coursed through Cole’s veins as his sensual gift fed her need. His head hummed, palms and soles tingled. He drew tiny circles on her temple until a gentle pull led him further into the room.

No hesitance entered his mind. No warning of harm battled with his heart. Only the blessed consent from the gods filled his soul, and he welcomed the moment unrestrained.

He rolled his shoulder, sending a command to the door. It swung closed with a soft click.

Light peeked into the shadowy room from the vanity. The wide dresser mirror reflected the glow, bathing them in its wake.

Anna slowly released the kiss. Unable to abandon the pleasure, Cole traced the curve of her mouth, its gentle arc, delicate slope. Her head tilted back, and a soft sound rode her sigh as he trailed kisses along her jaw to the supple skin beneath her ear.

The song of morning birds drifted from a distance. The clamber of tunes wove together until a distinct chorus emerged. Cole’s senses heightened as he recognized the melody. The Song of Meridian filled his soul. Had James summoned the fowl in honor of a fortunate outcome? Surely, not. A gift from Arylin? Most likely, considering her call for mercy in light of ancient devotion. He awed at the Goddess of Love’s grace.

Allowing the music to fill him, he moved with the instinct of his soul. He stepped wide, leading Anna into the most seductive dance known to the realms. Pulses flowed from his heart to hers as he relayed impressions of movement.

Across the floor of her guestroom, their steps echoed a measure. A spin turned as a pressing trill, and Anna’s breath hitched as Cole halted and pulled her back against his chest. Flattening his palms to her hips, he grazed them across her lower abs, over her apex, and to her thighs. His lips trailed her shoulder, nudging her gown’s strap aside. It fell to her arm.

Cole’s hands dropped to his sides. Stepping back, he paced around Anna to stand before her. She watched him, breasts heaving, fists bunched. The twelve inches that separated them seemed like miles, but he held his position, gazing deeply into her eyes, her soul. He could swear he saw the dance continuing in her wide pupils.

Anna slowly lifted her shoulder, and the remaining strap dropped from its stay. The gown whispered to the floor. His robe tie loosened as she parted the panels and then trailed her palms up his abdomen. Slipping them under his arms, they traveled his torso to his shoulder blades. Her nails grazed his skin with a downward stroke.

Thrill charged Cole’s senses. A growl rumbled low in his throat. Her lips traced the planes of his chest, and fire erupted in his core.

He pulled her into an embrace, palms relishing the dip of her waist, the curves of her hips. His muscles quaked with need. Greed overtook finesse, and he grasped her thighs, lifting her to straddle his waist. Hot breath fell to his neck as she clung to him. The sensations nearly blinded him.

He clenched his jaw, and his plea came forth as a raspy whisper. “Anna…”

Her fingers tangled into his long hair, and her husky voice rounded his ear. “My heart. My soul, make love to me.”

Salvation sang at her bid, and he reached the bed in three long strides. Her hooded gaze swept down his torso as he laid her on the downy comforter. Leaning onto his elbows, he looked at the angel beneath him. As much as he wanted to join with her, her pleasure had to come first. If he had to tantalize every part of her, he would force himself into submission.

A quick breath punched from her lungs, and she flung her arms around his neck. Desperation tinted her tone. “What’s taking you so long?”

Her legs tightened around him, hips rose to meet him. Taking her lips with his, he united with the woman who owned his soul. Delirious rapture coiled with each heated caress. Withholding completion edged unbearable.

For Anna. His mind willed to prolong but his body barely obeyed.

Pleasure rode each breath as Anna closed her eyes and pressed her head into the mattress. Her fingers grazed his back and then met.

Anticipation drove Cole to the brink as he recognized the sign of the triad. His skin sizzled. Adrenaline surged through his veins. Fire blazed in his groin, fighting against containment.

She inhaled a sharp breath. “Unsigh, Colhart!”

Energy flew through him like a bolt from past ages, sharing Anna’s passion, joining it with his own.

Cole exploded. Triumph consumed him. Waves of rapture shot through his core, legs, arms. With every surge, he sent his love through the enchanted gift given long ago: Every dream of her, every touch he’d savored, every moment of joy they had shared, he sent to her heart.

“All my love.”

The years he’d searched and failed dissolved.

The grip on his back tightened and then slowly loosened. Her hands slid down his side to the blanket. Her stare wavered and then settled on the air over his shoulder. Her mouth fell slack, and then her head lulled to the side.

A chill washed over him. “Anna?”

He brushed the hair from her face, framing it so her unfocused gaze would meet his. “Anna?”

His throat clenched. He brushed his fingers down her neck to feel her heavy pulse. Then lowering his gaze, his hand followed to rest over her bosom.

No lift. No sigh.

“Anna, breathe! You have to breathe.”

Regret littered his confusion. He’d never expected their joining to cause her distress, not after the gods had allowed their love. Bracing her jaw, he pressed his lips to hers. The Breath of Zephyr filled her lungs.

Anna gasped, and a quick quake shook her body. A wail ripped from her lungs. Cole scooped her into his arms and held her tight as cries punctuated her short pants.

“Oh, my love. I never meant to hurt you.”

Her trembling arms wrapped around him, and she buried her face in his chest. “Oh, Sweet Arylin.”

He rested his cheek on her tousled hair. “I’ll find a way and nullify the spell.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll see to it this never happens again.”

She peeked up at him from the tops of her lashes. “Wait. What?” She gasped a quick breath and released it unceremoniously. “Cole, that was the most amazing experience of my life. It better happen again.”

The frank statement held a touch of humor, and Cole furrowed his brow. “What?”

“Although,” she held up her finger, swallowing with the little dip of her head. “If Father knew exactly what we did, he’d be irate, married or not.”

“Father?”

“I can hear him right now.” She lowered her chin, and her tone mimicked a deeper voice. “Mianna Newton, of all the fool things you’ve done. What about your heritage? Shilo is no place for a Newton. That young nudnik won’t be able to protect you in that city of sin.”

Cole’s mind reeled, and he leaned back to study her face. He hadn’t been called a nudnik since… “Nudnik?”

She laughed. “Oh, you know better than to take offence to Father’s opinions.”

Glorious gods of the celestial plane! “Mianna?”

She squelched her cheek and cocked her head. “Cole, are you okay? Did my phenomenal love making knock you into another world?”

A breath of awe passed his lips as the corners lifted into a hesitant grin.

Combing his hair back with her fingers, she leaned into him. “Come here. No husband of mine is going to make love to me and act like he’s gone crackers.”

She lay against his chest and then patted the place over his heart. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her tightly against the spot.

“Oh, Cole. I love you. I don’t care if you are a wizard from another world.” She peeked up at him. “With a funny name,” she added with a snort. “Colhart. Who ever heard of Colhart?” She closed her eyes, nuzzling his neck. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”

Mianna. Words couldn’t express his feelings.

Warmth lighted on his soul, and as if time warped, images of the Taravaughn’s anger during the unbinding appeared before his inner eye. Arylin’s words drifted through his mind.

“The gift of love may offer salvation.”

The atmosphere thickened, and recognizing the arrival of deity, Cole lifted his gaze. An ambrosia cloud billowed beside the bed, and the Goddess of Love’s spiritual presence took form within the soft halo. A gentle smile adorned her pink lips, and love flowed from her dark blue eyes.

Reverence flooded Cole, and he sent his thoughts in praise. “Arylin, Goddess of Love.”

Her melodic voice spoke clearly to his soul. “Do not offer your soul in praise, Colhart. I am not your creator.”

“You have returned my love to me. I feel I must praise thee.”

Her blonde lashes swept down with her blink. “I have not done so. You have called her soul beyond the extents of this life.”

Cole searched her heavenly countenance, trying to understand. He had called Anna’s soul beyond the boundaries of her lifetime?

Arylin watched as his thoughts raced, patience reflecting in her calm presence.

He’d created the charm for Mianna. Only her soul could control the spell, only she yielded the power to open the door, so they could experience each other’s joy.

Unsigh—One heart. The joining of hearts and souls in shared passion.

Dawning came in a rush.

Of course. The only spell created that allowed two souls’ love to join as one. If they had joined…

He looked back at Arylin’s kind gaze.

“Yes. The gift of one heart did call her soul to join yours. As you shared your memories of loving her, you carried her to a time free of the binding. If you hadn’t shared this love, Colhart, if you had pursued your own satisfaction in its place, the bonds would still hold.”

Cole’s heart thumped a wild rhythm. His throat tightened, and tears seeped beneath his lids.

Arylin’s gaze bore deep into his soul. “But the transfer of temporal placement to a past life is not free of consequence. Advancement made over her last five life cycles has been lost. A crippling toll for a soul to pay. It will not be easy for my child.”

Cole stroked Mianna’s hair. “I will be here for her, Arylin. I will follow every rebirth and serve her for as long as my soul exists. This covenant I make with thee. She shall not be lost.”

“A covenant I accept only because your nature allows it and I know your heart.”

A soft breeze filtered through the room, dispersing the divine connection.

Awe held Cole’s gaze suspended. His mind whirled with the facts set before him. The truth seemed impossible to grasp while his arms refused to let go. They welded into a tight embrace.

Mianna.

“Um, Cole?” Mianna’s muffled voice spoke against his shoulder. “I can’t—breathe.”

“Neither can I,” he whispered.

She leaned her head, smashing her nose against his jaw. “Really. Cole, I can’t breathe.”

Realization loosened his grip, but only by a slight margin. He shifted his gaze to look into her blue eyes. “Say something. Something only you would say to me.”

A smile crept up the corners of her mouth.

“Call me with thine eyes, my love. May thy kiss be mine.

Fill my soul with Zephyr’s breath, touch my heart so fine.”

Contentment washed across Cole’s shoulders and down his arms. Muscles melted as the long-forgotten language of his love lulled his heart. Mianna had been the only one to dilute him to the point of resembling a soggy rag, and he basked in the pleasure.

“Bid the heavens part to us, send grace, light and fair.

Arylin, Goddess of Love, grant me now my prayer.

Sanction this, our unity, free from life’s confines.

Love shall last o’er life’s offing, eternally divine.”

Her warm breath pooled against his chest as she cuddled deeper into his embrace. “I love you, Cole.”

He nuzzled her dark waves and filled his lungs with the scent of roses. “And I you, my love.”

His fingertips drew circles on the nap of her neck and then traced the curves of her body with long strokes. He watched the gentle movement and wondered how Mianna would react when she realized she lived in a body born nearly four-hundred years after she died. For that matter, what would she think when she found out she had died? And what of Anna?

No, it won’t be easy.

Soft hisses sounded as Mianna exhaled, and he lightly brushed the hair from the side of her face. She looked like an angel sleeping in his arms. Eternity echoed through his soul, and conviction burned bright. Whatever came their way, nature or man, he would be there for her. He had forever, and nothing would change that again.

End Book One

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Chapter Twenty-Four

Vincent’s thoughts battled with his emotions as he neared his master bedroom. Elaina had promised to keep their abilities a secret when she learned he could manipulate the elements…before the promise band.

A magic man has cast a spell on me and I’ll be that wizard’s wife, whatever it takes.

The words sent a cringe up his neck. Though innocent, the disclosure hurt. He set his hand on the door handle and opened the latch. Temper this. Understand.

Elaina glanced at him from the edge of the bed as he entered, her brilliant blue eyes dull. Puffy lids held soaked lashes, tears pooling around the edges and falling to her freckled cheeks.

His heart clenched. He held out his hand, but she blinked away her gaze. “Take my hand, Elaina. We need to talk.”

Gingerly setting her fingers in his palm, she choked out her words. “Don’t leave me, Vince. I couldn’t take it…if you left me.”

What? How could she ever believe it would come to that? He watched as her shoulders jerk with stifled sobs. It crushed his soul.

The mattress dipped as he sat at her side. “I love you, Elaina. I’m not going to leave you. We can work through anything.”

Elaina’s lips quivered. “I didn’t mean to tell Linda. I didn’t mean to even imply you were wizards.” She wiped a cheek dry and more tears spilled to replace them. “And when Cole sent us to the parlor after she threatened to go to see Lord Dressen…”

“I know Linda badgered you, Elaina. Cole told me you tried to avoid the topic.”

“But, Vince,” she turned to him, her eyes widening as she spoke. “That’s not all.”

Vincent’s brows pulled together at the frantic plea in her tone. What had happened to rob her of her spirit? Confidence had always shown strong in her gentle ways. The woman before him sounded… broken.

“She figured out much more.” Words tumbled forth in a rush, and guilt heated Vincent’s skin. All the changes, the secrets…she had needed someone to talk to. He should have been there, supported her as she came to terms with her new life. He watched as her brows rose with her exclamations.

“When she sat in the chair across from the hearth, she asked who the man was in the portrait. I told her it was Sylis Shilo, your father. When she looked at me the way she did, I knew I’d said the wrong thing. She asked how the founder of the city could be your father and if he was than you had to be centuries old. And how could you live that long unless you were a wizard.”

Her shoulders drooped, and she cocked her head. “Vince, I knew it was you when the manor shook. It happened right after I had the conversation about being a wizard’s wife with Linda. You blew up the study, didn’t you? Your father’s study.”

A sigh blew through his nostrils. “James fixed it. Only a few old items were broken beyond repair.”

“But it happened. You were so angry at me that you destroyed the room dedicated to your family’s heritage.”

He brushed his palm along her strawberry curls. “It was a misunderstanding and I over-reacted. Forget the study.”

She wiped her cheek again. “And I didn’t mean to—faint when everything happened.”

Laughter puffed from Vincent’s lungs. So much worry about doing the right thing. Gods, I’ve been too shortsighted. “And don’t worry about fainting during the unbinding. It was traumatic.”

“And it failed. Poor Anna. What’s going to happen to her? To Cole?”

Through all of this, she’s thinking about someone else? What was he thinking? Of course, she was. This was Elaina.

His soul grasped the gift of having her in his life anew. “You’re really something, you know that? You’ve entered a new world, taken on heavy covenants, dealt with this crazy family almost all on your own the last few days and you’re worried about two people you hardly know.”

A weak smile curved her lips.

“Well,” he sighed, “James restored her health. Linda was making her comfortable in a new room, last I saw. The gods charged Cole to serve her for the rest of his soul’s life. If I know him at all, she’ll be his only thought from here on out. She’ll be happy.”

Elaina lowered her gaze. “And Linda?”

He took a deep breath. “By rights, Cole could call for a partial memory recall. James is talking to her, seeing if she’ll accept a promising. He’s against tampering with her memory. In all honesty, it causes more harm than good.” He looked back at his love. “Regardless, she needs to stay here until she takes part in the Chalice ceremony.”

Vincent stroked a finger down her lips and then lightly kissed them. “Elaina, your life is changing fast. I’m sorry I haven’t been there when you needed me. I promise to do better. All of this will take some getting used to. Be patient with yourself. With us. Our love is stronger than the obstacles this union will throw at us.”

Tears filled her eyes again, and she set her hand along his jaw. “I love you, Vince. With all my heart.”

Combing his fingers through her long curls, he cupped the back of her head with his palm. “I love you. More than you may ever know. And I can’t wait to kneel beside the alter with you as my bride.”

A wide smile lit her face, and sparkles returned to her blue eyes.

He pulled her into a tender kiss. Elaina, his heart and soul. Nothing would keep him from loving her.

~ * ~

James leaned against the door jamb as Linda tucked clean linens around Anna. She brushed her friend’s pale cheek, and he tilted his head, watching the compassionate gestures.

A thick sigh issued from her full lips, and she leaned her elbows on her knees. As she lowered her brow to her palms, he quietly stepped to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Meeting his gaze, the corners of her eyes dipped. Shame flashed in her blue irises.

“She’s resting now,” he whispered. “Why don’t we go relax in the parlor? I’d like to talk with you.”

Her chin quivered as a smile teetered into place. She nodded.

Jittery steps punctuated her walk. As they passed the banister sentinel, she wavered, and her hand lifted to her brow.

“It’s okay, Leenja.” In a swift dip, James scooped her up into his arms.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, and her head rested near his collar. Waving his finger at the door, it opened, and he eased over the threshold. He slowed as they approached the sofa, but she showed no desire to be released.

“The cushions are probably more comfortable.”

She peeked at him through the top of her lashes, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks. “Sorry.” She let go of his neck. “I…just…” Tucking her hair behind her ear, she motioned to the couch. “Yeah, I mean… The sofa’s fine. Anywhere’s fine.”

James lowered her onto the soft pillows, and then pulled an ottoman before her. Taking a seat, he leaned his elbows on his knees.

She quickly swung her legs over the edge and pushed herself to an upright position. Raking her fingers through her hair, she blinked at him with a crooked smile. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Um,” she patted her thighs. “You really didn’t have to carry me in here.”

“No trouble at all.” He furled his brow. “I’d offer you a drink after everything that happened, but I think it might not be the best idea with the spell you received.”

Linda glanced at the bar and then blinked her gaze back to him. “Oh, yeah. Um, what was that Cole did to me?”

James lowered his gaze, but kept a small grin. “That was a calming draught. Nothing more.”

She nodded and looked away. “It sure felt like more.”

“Your heart was searching for reprieve.” He leaned his head with a sympathetic gaze. “Leenja.”

Her gaze snapped to him, and he started at the quick response. He furled his brow. “Did I say something wrong?”

“My name.” She flopped her hand. “Would you say that again?”

“Leenja?”

A breath of laughter puffed from her lips. “Wow,” she said with a breath. “I love that.”

James smiled. How could she draw his attention away from his concerns so easily? He watched her, eager to know what he had done this time. “What do you love?”

“How you say it. Your unusual accent. My name is Linda and you pronounce it Leenja.”

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. That’s it? Such a simple thing? What a pleasure. Pressing his lips together, he nodded. “I’m glad you like it.”

Sparks danced in her eyes.

“Leenja,” he grinned as she tried to hide her smile. “I heard your prayer to Gryffin as we formed in the park.” He took her hands in his. “And I know what happened with your husband.”

Her cheeks lost color, and her smile faded. She gnawed at her lower lip as she blinked several times.

James tightened his grip.

As she looked toward the far side of the room, moisture coated her eyes. She swallowed, but didn’t stifle the hiccup. “I can’t blame him…for going to her. Look at me. But my girls—I can’t live without my girls.”

As if the words slapped him in his face, James flinched. What? Of all the unbelievable things she could have said, she said that? His voice rose with his shock before he could harness it. “What do you mean you can’t blame him for going to another woman? And what about how you look? You’re beautiful.”

Confusion jotted his thoughts. He shuffled in his seat, and his hands fumbled over hers. Standing, he launched into a stride around the chairs. As he reached the hearth, he halted, and ran his hand over his chest. His cheek quirked, and he glanced back at her.

“I’m sorry,” she choked. “I didn’t mean to bother you. Especially with all that happened and you being so nice to me.”

He shook his head and held out his hand to emphasize his view of her. “Leenja, you are a beautiful, voluptuous woman. How can you think…” he turned to the hearth to cut off his words. Had he just called her voluptuous out loud? Heat rose to his face.

“Um…”

James looked back at her as she blinked her gaze to her hands, and then she quickly withdrew a cigarette from her pocket. As she lit the end, she glanced in his direction. “You said I shouldn’t have a drink, but I need something.”

He grinned and returned to the ottoman, reclaiming his seat. Lifting his finger, he circled the tip of her cigarette. A tiny conduit appeared, and the smoke trailed into the void.

She looked at him, eyes wide.

“I rarely smoke,” he said. “The night air can have the remains.”

“You’re amazing.”

His grin widened, pressing dimples into his cheeks. “So, you think I’m better looking than Vincent, you love how I say your name, and you think I’m amazing. I guess I’m doing something right.”

Full lips pinched into a quirked smile.

Rounding back to the reason he needed to speak with her, he cupped her hand in his. “I must ask you, Leenja, to remain at the manor. I know you agreed to a short stay but under the circumstances it’s imperative to ensure silence. What has taken place must never be spoken of outside these walls.”

Linda flushed, her smile slid into a slight frown, and then her blonde brows rose. “James, you have my word. I’ll never speak of this to anyone.”

“Would you be willing to accept a promising?” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a champagne diamond wristlet. “It’s a promise band. Once placed on your wrist, the promises you make upon acceptance are difficult to be broken.”

“I’ll do anything to prove how deeply sorry I am for what I tried to do.”

He slid the adornment over her hand, and gazed into her eyes. “Promise me you will honor our privacy.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me what happens within our family will remain silent.”

“I promise.”

“Promise me our nature and our ways will not be shared.”

“I promise.”

“That will do.”

She shook her head, and her voice held a tremor as she spoke. “And James, I promise to never try to use your wizardry for gain.”

Smiling, he lightly kissed the promise bracelet. It morphed, molding to the curves of her wrist. He brushed his fingers across her cheek. “I wish I could ask for more promises from you. But I believe that would be inappropriate.”

Linda’s lips pinched into a sassy smile, and he knew she wished he would go ahead and at least hint at those promises.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

As soon as they entered Shilo Manor, James veered toward the parlor with Linda. Vincent shot up the stairs, while Cole headed for the study.

Forming outside the laurel crowned threshold, he threw the door wide and marched to stand before the three crystal globes. His wrists flexed of their own accord, and he sucked in a long stream of air to steady his nerves. Placing his hands on the first, he spoke the spell he had hoped he would never need.

“Triad of Power, parclainum.”

The ball glowed bright, beams shooting through the space between his fingers. He repeated the process on the next. As he rested his hands on the third, his palms tingled. Cole caressed the smooth surface of his crystal, allowing the warmth from within it to fill him. Closing his eyes, he cast the spell to call on the gods’ power to join theirs.

The light of his globe joined with the others and nearly blinded him. He turned his head slightly to control the urge to shield his eyes. They needed to be linked, to gain strength, before he used them to perform such a feat.

Rays gleamed from the shiny surfaces around the room as they reflected the intense illuminations. Magical items around the hearth sparkled, and Cole lifted his hand toward the copper memory box. It shot into his palm.

Turning on his heel, he marched out the door. Globes lifted from their plinths and followed. His feet beat the hardwood floor as he sent a pressing message to Vincent’s mind. “You’ve spoken with Elaina about this?”

“She knows,” he called from the third-floor landing.

Holding the bejeweled box in his palm, Cole tilted the lid. Ginger essence trailed behind him as he bound up the stairs. He glanced over the balustrade toward the parlor door. “James. Now!”

The command punched from his lungs and thoughts with such urgency, his determination doubled at the sound of it. He snatched at the ginger cloud with a full fist and forced it forward, fingers outstretched. Three balls of light dashed past him, illuminating the hall and washing out the portraits that lined the wall.

Steps hammered overhead and through the foyer as the others rushed his way.

Cole launched into a run.

Anna’s door swung open, and the magical items dipped inside. Her gaze snapped to his as he entered. Disheveled hair covered half her face, and the gown tugged her shoulder straps at an odd angle. Though crystal balls floated beside her, and a ginger aura filled the air, she seemed to notice only him.

Her voice cracked. “You. You chased me down the alley.”

He slowly sat on the edge of her bed. “Yes.”

Reverence mixed with confusion, and if he wasn’t letting his heart get in the way, love flowed from her emotions. “I was terrified. But you brought me peace.”

“Anna…”

Shoving the comforter from her legs, she kicked it aside and threw her arms around his shoulders. “You kissed me and gave me new life.”

A heavy sigh issued from Cole’s lungs. “You remember very little. That never should have happened…” Unable to withhold his heart, he allowed his breath to finish his statement. “My love.”

Vincent and Elaina darted into the room, and Anna flinched at the intrusion. As James crossed the threshold, Linda pushed pass him and dove for her friend.

“Oh, Anna, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“What are you talking about?”

James set his large hand on Linda’s shoulder. “She doesn’t remember everything yet. Your support will mean a great deal. But I ask that you allow us to perform what’s necessary to undo all the harm.”

He turned to Cole and handed him a small vial. “Put that on your tongue. It will help you cope without the added emotions of others.”

The gesture couldn’t have come soon enough. Emotions swirled around the room in a torrent. Forget his worry about Kid’s anger flooding the moment. Compassion, angst and outright fear rolled off the women in force. He quickly swallowed the contents, ensuring he got every drop. As if bathed in paraffin, his mouth heated and then quickly cooled. The thin layer of comfort spread and reached deep into his throat and lungs. Anxiety disappeared.

He inhaled deeply, looking back at his love. “Anna, I gave you these small memories to awaken your mind to what’s missing in your life. Greater moments before the kiss are hidden. Some of them are full of joy and some are filled with sorrow.” He took her hands in his. “Right now, you see me as a savior of peace. Your will views me as your Keeper, your guide. That’s not life. You must be able to make your own choices.”

Anna blinked, question vivid in her gaze.

Cole stood and wrapped his hands around his brilliant sphere. Willing it to lessen in intensity, the light softened to a glow. “We are going to return these rights to you. But this isn’t going to be easy. You will see things from your past, relive experiences that will be unpleasant.”

Vincent motioned with his nod, and Elaina rushed around the bed. “But, we’ll be here to help however we can, okay?” Linda seemed determined to keep hold of Anna, so Elaina placed her hand on her arm as she sat at her side. “We’ll be right here. Whatever happens, you can count on us, okay?”

Anna glanced at her. “I don’t understand.”

James grasped his crystal. “Humanity wasn’t meant to be controlled by another. You should grow, learn, experience.”

Linda placed her hand on Anna’s cheek, guiding her friend to face her. “Anna, you want to remember your parents, don’t you? And you used to be one of the most sought-after artisans in the city. My father owes you much more than he pays you.”

Elaina laughed, but it came out like a nervous squeak.

Anna slowly nodded as she gazed into her friend’s eyes.

Cole watched the compassionate conversation, glad he couldn’t pick up on Anna’s feelings. The potion, however, couldn’t silence the soft words she spoke as she looked back at him.

“But…will I still love you?”

The words hung in the air as the brothers looked away.

“Anna,” Cole’s voice cracked. He’d assumed every reaction from her had been instinctive, an answer to his bid. Perhaps to this point it was. With the summoning of short-term memories, could her heart truly have surmised that emotion for him?

Setting aside his feelings, he motioned for Vincent to take hold of his globe. The youngest sentinel reached for the bright ball, and Cole sent him mental instruction on how to dim it. It followed Vincent’s command.

Balancing his globe in his left hand, Cole lifted his right toward Anna. He spoke the words to allow her recollection, lighting memories to her mind and heart as gently as he could. “Visola compe. Amoria conecho threshjanan.”

He paused as particles burst from his palm and rained on her like silver confetti.

Anna’s eyes brightened. “I’m an artist. A stained-glass artist. I used to plaster colored paper on my wall and pretend they were grand windows of a cathedral.” A puff of laughter passed her lips. “Mr. Cantrell thought it was a lousy example of my work, but he liked the style.”

“Yes!” Linda’s face beamed. “And there are a lot more things to remember.” She looked at Cole, blonde brows raised and tear stained cheeks pressed tight with her smile.

James looked at him with a stern gaze, and Cole grimaced. He knew he’d have to reveal deeper experiences but couldn’t bear to begin the whole revelation with loss. Heaving a sigh, he shifted his gaze back to Linda.

“Linda, I want you to hold Anna tightly.” He softened his tone. “Please.”

Linda’s smile faded, and she cuddled closer, wrapping her arms around Anna’s shoulders.

Elaina held to her arm and grasped the headboard with her other hand. Her forehead tightened, pressing a deep crease over the bridge of her nose. The apprehension in her eyes was clear, and Cole couldn’t blame her one bit. He’d done this only a few times before, by request of the Lords whose clients didn’t comply to their taste. Then, there had been no emotional attachment. Strictly duty.

How could he have been so devoid of compassion for them? For that matter, how could he have put them in that situation to begin with?

Closing his eyes, Cole recited the incantation as memorized so long ago.

Screams pierced the air, and his lids flew open. He held his hand steady as a dark mist issued from his palm and then swirled, forming into loose images. Distorted faces bulged, ebbed into brick patterns, morphed into tattered clothes. Linda inched away as they encased Anna’s legs and spread to entrap her body. Anna clung tighter, kicking at the phantoms. The comforter tumbled from the bed, but the demons remained, soaking into her skin.

Elaina gasped and jumped to her feet, backing against the wall.

As the apparitions soaked into Anna’s skin, she shoved Linda away and thrashed across the bed. She grasped at her stomach and rolled to her side. Her face turned crimson as she spewed black purge. Traces of diamond-like glitter sparkled in the sick. Immediately, disgorge took on life and encircled her again.

Elaina threw both hands to her mouth and then buried her face in Vincent’s back.

Linda’s shrill voice drowned Anna’s painful cries. “What’s happening?”

James’ soft tone answered her. “She’s refusing her past. Until she accepts it, the process will continue.”

A heavy ache throbbed in Cole’s heart as he held his ground. The thickness in his throat refused to shrink. Time seemed senseless. Uncontrollable, uncaring. Impatience puffed a scoffed past his lips. He should be holding her, comforting her. Instead he was locked in his stand of authority, causing his love to relive every loss, pain, moment of fear. He inwardly thanked James for his offering of emotional silence. This was unbearable to watch.

Anna released another sparkling heave of bile. Demons from her past attacked her once again.

A soft prayer punctuated the din as Linda cried to her god. “Have mercy. Taravaughn, God of Life, have mercy on your child.”

Anna rolled onto her back and threw her hands to her face, bitter sobs punching from her lungs. “I…don’t…understand.”

Recognizing the final steps of acceptance, Cole freed a heavy breath. “Anna.” Their gazes met, and his heart sank. Oh, that he could go to her. He cleared his throat to gain control of his senses. “This was your life. Every joy and disappointment. It’s what has made you who you are.”

“My Keeper, please help me. Tell me what to do.”

He shook his head. “That’s not how it should be, Anna.”

With trembling hands, she reached for him as if beseeching his returned adoration. “But I love you. I want you.”

A chill traveled down Cole’s torso. “What?”

She leaned her head to her shoulder, causing her tears to trail into her messed hair. “I want you. Don’t you want me, too?”

She wants? How could that be? At this point, a bound soul should have no such depth. He looked at James who mirrored his surprise.

“Anna.” His voice rasped as his mouth dried. Licking his lips, he dropped his gaze to the foot of the bed to regain composure. “At this point, your will is bent. When you were selected to serve under a lord’s care, you inhaled a spell that would ensure compliance to his wishes.” He glanced at her as she lowered her arms. “Removing this spell will enable you to think clearly. I may not be your…choice.”

Pain shadowed her blue eyes, and a small sob caused her nostrils to flare.

Averting his gaze, he solemnly spoke the incantation that would remove her from his keep. A fine mist erupted from his palm. White powder lighted on her and then disappeared as her skin drank it in.

Cole watched from his periphery, expecting her to jump from the bed, attempt to escape, when she realized she’d been held against her will.

Anna’s gaze stayed riveted on him. He flushed. “Anna?”

“You’re not my keeper.”

“No.”

“I don’t need a keeper.”

“No.”

“I have my own will and my wants aren’t influenced by anyone.”

“Yes.”

“Then why do I still want you? Our kiss was the one right thing in my life. And you want to pretend it never happened.”

Cole’s brow furrowed. It couldn’t be possible. All rules of ancient magic pointed to the fact that a kiss following the administration of a spell sealed it. In cases that affected the will, it also merged the soul with the body, binding them together in death. As a result, basic instincts take over to protect when the soul fails to provide guidance. When the keeper isn’t present, fears overwhelm, just as she’d reacted the nights she was alone at Dressen’s.

Anna shook her head, looking every bit that she’d lost love.

Lowering his hand, he peered back into her teary eyes. There it was again. The call, a beckoning, and he wanted more than ever to set aside every thought and go to her.

“Cole.”

James’ voice called him from his trance, and he pulled his gaze away to look at him. Repeatedly, James had been the voice of logic, offering better advice than his own heart-following head. Damn potion. What were his brother’s feelings on the matter? If she could ascertain the thoughts and feelings of want and voice her own concerns…

“The process must be completed.”

Cole threw his confusion to James’ mind. “What if her soul wasn’t bound, James? She’s not acting like it was bound. I removed the bending of will. I’m not her anchor anymore. She should be filled with fear right now.”

Stepping to his side, James placed his hand on Cole’s chest. As Cole stepped back, James eased into his place and set his hands at his waist. His cloak blocked Cole from Anna’s view.

A gasp sounded, and the headboard banged against the wall. “You,” cried Anna. “You chased me down the alley! How could you… What did you do to me?”

Linda’s voice followed quickly. “It’s okay, Anna. It’s only James. You know, James.”

Cole’s senses hardened at the reality that played out. The love that joined us through the ages anchored her, not the spell.

James sent his gaze over his shoulder. “For her salvation, Cole, for what you truly want, this process must be completed.”

Clenching his jaw, Cole set his determination and stepped to the side of her bed. Anna released a quick breath and dove for his arms. Sweet relief filled him as he wrapped her in his embrace. Hot puffs of air warmed his shoulder where her cheek rested. Her tangled hair brushed his lips, the scent of roses and sweat lingering on the strands. If only that moment could last.

Gently gripping her upper arms, he pulled away. “Anna, your soul is in danger. Please allow us to complete the procedure that will free it from its bonds.” He brushed disheveled locks from her face. “I’ll be here through it all. I’ll be here when it’s over.”

With a slow nod, Anna shrank onto the mattress. He raised his crystal, and James and Vincent join him with theirs. The white globes pulsed, and arches burst forth, connecting the three with thin bands, creating a Triad of Power. Conviction burned within him as innocence peered at him from the bed.

“Optimi opres, Anna Sinclair, ganton revite.”

Rays streamed through the gaps between their fingers, and brightness washed out Cole’s vision. He squinted his eyes to control the intensity. Sparks of red ash littered the air. “Queltahj emorous. Queltahj emorous.”

Arcs of deep crimson formed within the haze and then jutted from the globes. Anna screamed. The bed shook with the rustle of sheets.

Linda’s plea rode the commotion. “Have mercy. Taravaughn, God of Life, have mercy.”

Glass shattered. Gusts thrashed at the curtains and they whipped from the windows, whirling through the room. Paintings banged against the walls and then rammed into the dresser and armoire. The corner chair tumbled across the floor.

A tall funnel formed to Cole’s left, and he blinked, trying to decipher the activity. Before he could acknowledge Taravaughn’s presence, Anna released a wail from deep within her chest.

A voice of thunder shook Cole’s soul. “Cease this act!”

Shock burned deep, and Cole immediately threw his globe across the room, breaking the Triad of Power. It lodged deep in the wood wall.

His attention shot to his love, and every nerve stung at the sight: Her pale face, her arms twisted around her torso as if for support, her legs pulled to her chest in a fetal position. Blood seeped from the corner of her bowtie lips and dainty ears.

He dropped to his knees and drew his fingers along her constricted body, afraid to touch her and cause more pain. Hot tears forced themselves past his eyelids. His heart cut into his throat.

Taravaughn raised an ethereal hand, and the remaining crystal globes flew to opposite sides of the room. The air about him condensed to form a rocky mane, deep fire riding the waves of lava that wove through his stony hair. His fury filled Cole’s heart.

“I will not permit such savagery. You have defiled that which is sacred. No Meridian shall cause my child’s death without promise of rebirth.”

Cole’s sorrow punctuated every word he spoke. “Taravaughn, please, deliver her. I know not how to rectify this wrong.” He gazed at the closed eyes of his eternal companion. “My love,” he cried, “my soul for thine.”

Taravaughn’s teeth flashed indignation. “Gryffin, I demand justice!”

James and Vincent stood silent.

Cole’s hair clung to his tear-streaked face like webs of containment. Taravaughn had every right to call upon Gryffin for justice. Every part of Cole’s grieving soul wanted the great God of Conformance to end him with a single strike of his sharp beak. No price he paid would be enough for what he’d done to Mianna’s soul.

Lowering his head, his whisper fell to Mianna’s bosom. “Just save her, I pray thee.”

Thick ambrosia waves undulated through the room, and in a swift sweep, rose. Long ivory robes flowed and then settled to adorn the Goddess of Love from the band of silver above her breasts. Trails of golden hair fell past her hips to her knees. Feathers adorned her shoulders and upper arms, each as supple as the sheer silk that clothed her. Her dark blue gaze lowered to Cole.

A voice as melodic as love itself sent cherishment through his soul.

“His offense is not savagery. Ancient devotion, a highly praised deed, is the cause. I call upon mercy, Gryffin. Withhold thy judgment for a time. The gift of love may offer salvation. Allow the rest of her natural life before vengeance is decreed.”

Taravaughn lifted his square chin and peered at him. His nostrils flared.

A shrieking cry pierced the warmth of Arylin’s succor, and Cole gazed around the room, watching for Gryffin to join the others in their spiritual presence. Linda followed his regard, though he knew she’d see nothing aside from their solemn countenances and the destruction the harsh wind caused. His quick scan revealed that Elaina had fainted, and Vincent had covered her with the discarded comforter.

Vincent glanced at her without moving his head and then looked back at Cole. He was sure Kid’s emotions were on high volume.

Light shifted, morphed into beams directed toward the east wall. Shadows gathered, thickening to form the depths of an outlined spirit. Eight-foot wings spanned from an arched back and curled to accommodate the width of the room. The head of an eagle rose until the tall crown of feathers tipped the ceiling. Severity flashed in Gryffin’s deep-set eyes as he lowered his gaze to Anna and then swept it to Cole.

Cole bowed his head as shame caused his breath to hitch.

Gryffin’s voice penetrated his soul. “Actions with eternal consequence must face verdict. You are to serve her for the rest of your soul’s life. Love’s gift of one heart remains in the balance. It will determine further judgment on this matter.”

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Chapter Twenty-Two

The stained-glass windows around Lord Dressen’s arched doors glowed bright. Without hesitation, Cole guided them through the keyhole of the grand door, a condensed black mass snaking into the foyer.

Dressen appraised their arrival like a king from his throne, seated in a high-back chair at the center of the room. He tapped his forefinger on the armrest.

Cole grasped their accumulated essences and forced them to form a giant billow, rising beyond the second-floor level. Confusion flashed from his brothers’ emotions as they lost control of their elements. As expected, James swelled in protest, and Vincent emitted a spangle of quick strobes through their bulging cloud.

Cole snapped their forms together just beyond the threshold. The instant scowls hidden by their disembodiment took form, relaying the message he wanted to aim at the pompous fiend.

They. Were. Not. Happy.

A heavy scent of licorice accompanied a flash of ebony in the lord’s eyes, and Cole couldn’t hold back a second glance. Images from his dream littered his mind. He pushed the thoughts aside and tightened his hold on Linda’s waist. She leaned into him beneath his cloak.

“You requested a harvesting to be delivered by midnight.”

Lord Dressen stood. “I did.”

Cole looked into his eyes as he listed the original requirements of the bid. “A curfew breaker from the city’s east side. Approximate age, twenty-five. Approximate height, five feet five inches. Complexion, light. Will bent to total compliance. Position to be filled, upstairs—maid.” He emphasized the final word and pulled aside his cape to reveal Linda standing wide-eyed before him.

A growl rumbled in Dressen’s chest as he clenched his fists. “What is this?”

“A refilling of your harvest order.”

“That isn’t Anna!”

Cole tilted his head. “The order didn’t specify the subject’s name to be Anna.”

Dressen’s face flushed red. “I wanted Anna then and I want her now!”

“Are you telling me you had a certain person in mind when you placed this order?”

Tension poured from his brothers. James’ anger pulsed beneath a tight band of composure, and Vincent’s rage boiled. Heat coursed under Cole’s skin as he held fast to indignation.

Silence hung in the air.

James’ hand eased into Cole’s periphery and took Linda by the arm. Her stunned gaze didn’t veer from Dressen as she followed his lead to stand behind him.

Dressen lifted his brow, and he closed the gap between them with meandering steps.

“Are you telling me that an ancient, all-powerful wizard such as Cole Shilo hadn’t come to that conclusion upon receipt of such an order?” He cocked a grinned. “I was sure you instilled her with that little extra prize precisely for that reason.”

Cole frowned. The binding? Surely, he didn’t speak of that. He filtered through his mind to connect any oddity other than innocence, lack of depth, or indecision—all traits that could fall under the bid of total compliance.

Dressen pursed his lips. “I was delighted with the results. But do tell me. What does Unsigh mean? The experience is phenomenal.” He waved a dismissing hand. “Short lived after she says Colhart, but…” He chuckled, and then a sudden accusatory flare crossed his face. He stepped directly in front of Cole.

“Colhart.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Tell me Sir Cole. You’re not native to Terra. What is your given name?” There was no quizzical tone in his question. Total knowledge filled every word as he pronounced each syllable.

Cole squared his shoulders. “Colhart Nixtoro Krylu Shilomacj.”

A grin lit Dressen’s lips. “Colhart. Nixtoro. Krylu. Shilomacj.” He turned and paced a small distance then looked back at the three and nodded. “It seems the Wizards of Shilo Manor have taken on their own rules for the services they perform to the Lords of Terra.”

Vincent flared red. “We’ve done no such thing!”

Sparks danced around his tight fists, and he marched a step beside Cole. James followed suit, creating an undeniable stand of support beside him.

“Adding to an order to dispel complete satisfaction?” Dressen stepped back to them and grabbed Cole’s wrist. “You wanted her? How about a vision of what you’re missing?”

As he forces Cole’s palm to envelope the pearl, images overtook his inner eye: Anna’s hooded gaze, dark hair askew on the pillow. The scent of rose soap swam in the air. He buried his face in the soft locks at her neck and grazed her skin with his teeth. His touch glided down the curve of her hip as her thigh pressed hard against his side.

Heat swirled through Cole’s biceps, charged down his torso and rammed at his groin. Legs weakening, he wavered as the enhanced experience overtook him. James grasped his shoulders, bracing his stand.

Edged rapture burned in Cole’s core as the vision continued. Anna’s hands flew to his back. Her fingers and thumbs pressed together, forming the triad. With a cry in her breath, she uttered the words intended only for him. The command echoed in his mind and resonated in his heart. Her passion flew through him, fire blazed, and waves of ecstasy forced instinct to take his body. Gasping, he doubled over.

A growl punched from Cole’s lungs, and he whipped his hand from Dressen’s grip. “Enough!”

The lord’s anger boomed through the room. “You want her! You wanted her and in your haste to get her back you made one fatal mistake.”

Cole clenched his teeth to gain control of his state. He glanced at the lawman’s glare and then shifted his gaze to the lavender pearl pressed tightly between his fingers. Spells, potions, the attention he poured into the creation of the gift filed through his mind. He’d followed each precise detail of his father’s records. Where could he have failed?

“I suspected your involvement from the onset. I suspected, but couldn’t prove. Not until I realized I held the answer in my pocket.”

Dressen snatched the pearl into his fist. “Every memory relived in stark detail. You expected me to revel in the simple enhanced memories of my life.” He jabbed his fist toward Cole, and the magical gift glowed, illuminating his fingers. “You underestimated me, Colhart Nixtoro Krylu Shilomacj! What made you think I wouldn’t recall every experience touching my senses as I relived the moment I first explored the gift?”

He threw his hand in the direction of the terrace. “I felt the change in atmosphere as you sent her the spell, smelled the ginger in the very potion you used. I heard Anna gasp, run, and I heard you turn straightway and leave when the deed was done.”

Cole’s mind whirled. No Terran should have detected such detail beyond the intended recollection of moments. Nor should they have the ability to share the intricate detail of the memory called upon. Worse yet, none should have experienced the intimate nature of the spell he’d created for Mianna. The memory Dressen shared was indeed the full extent of the gift. He struggled to harness the effects it had on him.

Dressen shoved the pearl into his pocket. “You stole my subject after payment was received.” With a swift turn, he grabbed an onyx pillar and heaved it cross the room. It rammed into the velveteen chair, and both skidded to the far side of the room.

“You crossed the wrong Grand Marshal! The counsel has viewed the evidence. I showed them every bit of the memory. All agree to your guilt and proceedings are underway. You will pay, Cole Shilo!”

Vincent snarled, and lightening charged from his fingertips.

“No, Kid! He’s protected by the covenant.” Cole dove for him as a second burst flew.

The magical charges rebounded off the lord as if invisible armor sealed his body. Scattering in madcap disarray around the room, they struck the marble staircase. Balusters wheeled through the air with chunks of white and black rock. A fracture traveled up the length of the flight. Iron groaned as the inner pitch strained. Marble hammered to the floor, and as the second-floor landing shifted, the grand stained-glass window jarred.

Time seemed to slow as the myriad of shapes and colors cascaded to the floor. Glass shattered in a continuous roar, and Cole squeezed his lids shut in an attempt to lessen the impact on his ears. Frigid air whisked debris around the upper scope of the room. Screams filtered through the din, and he peeked to the second level hallways. Servants peered around the walls and then darted back the way they came.

Rage burned in Dressen’s eyes as his deep voice carried on the torrent. “You dare attack a Grand Marshal? Those you are here to serve?”

James’ jaw flexed as he clenched it tight. His upper lip curled and with a single step, he widened his stance. Cole held to Vincent to brace himself. He could count on one hand the times he’d seen that look on this brother, and each time had resulted in cyclonic disaster.

Drawing his thick arms in an all-encompassing circle, James’ biceps bulged. The wind obeyed his command. Chairs, tables, onyx pillars, and portraits swept from their stays and swirled into a twister.

Dressen’s hair slapped at his brow. His clothes clapped against his body. Leaning into the current, he grasped the left balustrade and clung tight. The netted crystals from the wall whirled to life. Swooping around the lawmaker, they lifted him to the wall. The tiny gems dug deep into the side panels, pinning him eight feet above the floor.

James marched to the trapped sire. “We serve none other than the gods of the realms! Our purpose here is to aid in keeping peace within the spectrum. If force is the only way to accomplish that, then so be it. We will not be used to satisfy the pleasures of noblemen. Set forth your trials. We will not be moved until Gryffin, Taravaughn, and Arylin deem it so. The covenants stand!”

He lowered his voice to a stern warning. “Call your assemblies and bid all to pray for mercy. By condoning your actions, it is the Grand Marshalls who have broken the covenant as you have.”

Dressen’s fingers flexed through the holes in the net. A low growl rode his sneer.

Releasing Vincent, Cole stood tall. “We’re finished here.”

Quick strides brought James to Linda, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. With a furl of their cloaks, they dispersed into the Smoke of Night. Intensifying their billowed essence to a thick ball of energy, Cole crashed through the doors.

The mansion’s stained-glass face pulverized and as objects crashed to the receiving hall floor, pounding echoed through the estate grounds.

Shilo City’s tall buildings passed in a blur as Cole’s speed fed off their joined anger. His fatigued mind whirled with adrenalin, determination, and purpose.

Zipping over the east side commerce district, Shilo Park came to view. Movement caught his senses, and he spared it meager attention, but an electric charge shot through his essence as he realized the cause and froze. His brother’s elements stumbled into a sloppy halt around him.

Massive wings arched skyward and then beat at the darkness. Treetops bent from the disturbance. A great eagle’s head stretched high, the hooked beak opened, and an ancient cry pierced the air. Birds took flight, and flocks of flutters blocked their view.

Another shrieking roar echoed, and Cole shifted to keep his line of sight. Large talons bit chunks of rock from the north entrance arch. Gravel rained to the footpath. Hind claws dug into the stone arch, and the griffin vaulted to the pavement. The asphalt gave way beneath his weight.

He gazed around the empty city and shook off the sediment of time. With a swish of his long tail, he turned. Dislodged rock crunched beneath his feet as he walked through the open gates. Leaping into the air, the eight-foot wings spread wide.

Cole’s senses stung as he watched the night sky swallow the gargoyle. The only time Gryffin had taken the form of his likeness, eternal consequences had hung in the balance.

Forcing his thoughts to his brothers, Cole darted for Shilo Manor. “The unbinding must take place tonight.”

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Chapter Twenty-One

A cool breeze washed across Cole’s face as he sat beneath the apricot tree in the front yard. Dim lights of the city cast a weak halo on the skyline, a sad contrast to the once-vivid spectacle of nightlife. Their metropolis looked old, withered. Bitterness gnawed at him. The curfew.

Was the law just a step in Dressen’s plot to get what he wanted? How else could he ensure that they would consider an individual with a home and a job their next potential harvest subject?

He drank a lengthy swig of liqueur from the bottle in his hand. The strong mix seared his throat, and heat pulsed through his chest. He growled the sensation away. Leaning against the tree trunk, he crossed his ankles and scowled. The ancient covenant gave the lawmakers the right to run their domain as they saw fit. But to abuse the power for personal gain breached the gods’ intent—how could he have allowed time to influence his view of the matter?

The noblemen’s gradual pursuit of power over others echoed the actions of their fathers. And Sylis Shilo had ultimately paid the price for their greed.

Cole slugged another take from his drink and sent a disgruntled gaze to the city.

Mankind seemed doomed to repeat the same deeds. Short lives allowed unawareness. Warnings in history books turned into tales told at the bedsides of babes. They wouldn’t learn from their fathers’ mistakes.

Light from the front door pierced the darkness, and James stepped onto the porch. Cole set his drink down at his side and coughed to catch his attention.

“There you are.” James walked to the end of the porch and down the steps. “What are you doing out here? I figured you’d be in the lab.”

“I needed some fresh air.” He glanced at his watch. Ten-thirty. “It’s nice out tonight.”

His brother eased to the ground and set his arms on his knees. “I talked Linda into staying for a while, told her to pick out some new clothes from Bryman’s catalogue since Jarrett left her with nothing. A seamstress will come and tailor-fit them for her. She seemed happy with the idea. I assigned her a room near mine, so I could keep tabs.”

Cole nodded. “She’s not going to set this aside.”

James looked out over the view.

“You know what it’ll come down to, James.”

“She’s not a subject, Cole. She has a home at her parents’ and she has children.”

Cole sighed and took another drink. He grunted. “What about a partial spell? A mild bending of will. It wouldn’t have to be a full take. Just enough to get her to look at our side of the situation.”

James leaned back onto his hands. “How would that make us any different from the Grand Marshals knowing what we know now? They abused their powers to get what they wanted. If we start bending wills to make people agree with us, we’re no better than they are.”

“We’ve already done that. How many people have we subjected to their will since we learned what’s going on?”

“They were needy and willing. The lords provide security for dedicated service.”

“Anna wasn’t needy,” Cole spat, unable to withhold his venom. Pangs of regret curdled his stomach as her frightened image shown bright in his memory. “Or willing,” he added with a deep frown. “This whole curfew law was set to lead up to her capture.”

James frowned. “I thought of that. And you’re right. Dressen led the way in getting the bill passed. But we can’t resort to their way of thinking. We’ve done enough of that. We’ve worked a Cornerstone post longer than any other sentinel. We can’t let character traits influence us further.”

“We’ve worked this post longer than any other.” Resentment boiled in Cole’s stomach, and he scoffed. “As if we had a choice.” His father’s fate passed through his mind, grazing the painful vision of the locked portal.

He looked at his brother. He could hardly make out his profile as he sat five feet from him. It was so dark under this realm’s night cover. Nostalgia tugged at his heart. Meridian’s five moons ensured a constant glow of light indigo as they reflected blue sunrays over their home. Even at night, it was bright enough to see without aid.

James leaned forward, setting his arms on his knees again. “When they deem it time, there’ll be another portal.” His voice was low, and Cole knew he intended it as comfort. But he couldn’t help feeling forgotten by the gods. He looked away sickened by the thought.

A rattle came from the door, and they turned their attention to the porch. Linda quickly hopped outside and scampered down the steps. She rushed across the wide lawn to the iron gates at the end of the drive, slipped through them, and then headed toward town.

Cole cocked a grin, and downed the rest of his drink. “Well, what do you know, the next harvest subject.” He stood and strode to the front door as he glanced over his shoulder. “Get Kid and meet me on the porch in thirty minutes. I need to brief you on what’s about to happen.”

Pausing his stride, he glanced at the dull city lights. No doubt, she’d use the park as a shortcut. He stretched out his hand, holding it there a moment, then snapped his fingers into a fist, closing Gryffin’s city gateway. It would serve them well again.

~ * ~

The potpourri of spring blossoms met Cole as he billowed his essence to reform in the shadows of Shilo Park. His brothers took their places at his side, and he gazed through the dark city green.

Linda looked up at the granite god sitting on the meridian cap. “Gryffin?” The innocence in her voice sounded foreign compared to the earlier discourse. A hush fell over his face. She grasped the iron bars forming the gates. “God of Conformance, I need your help.”

Cole waited in light of the entreaty. It would be blatant disrespect to interrupt such a moment.

“I’ve always given you reverence. I’ve prayed to you even in the best of times. I never asked for…” She paused and stared up at the gargoyle that sat motionless on the heavy arch.

Cole followed her gaze to the large likeness. The great creature was at least five feet tall, lounging on his forelegs. His feline backside hunched into a crouch, his broad rump rounding from the meticulously carved feathers that cloaked his back. Wings tucked to his side and laid flat against his torso, arching from his shoulders in a steep heart. His tail curled around his hindquarters and rested beside long talons that gripped the edge of the structure on the other side. Thick brows dipped severely into his round eyes, revealing the predatory personality of such a beast. The tip of his hooked beak rested just above his fledged chest as if angling down to watch as she pleaded.

Cole knew the appearance well. Though intimidating in rock form, it didn’t come close to the awe-striking appearance when he took life.

Linda caught her breath and rushed to the side of the walkway. Gathering a handful of lilies, she returned and held them up as in offering. “Gryffin,” she cried. “Protector! I beg you find favor with your child.”

Silence filled the air as her beseeching gaze traced the idol of her world. Cole felt the hush emanate from his brothers as they watched a child of Terra plead with her god.

James leaned to Cole’s ear. “Don’t give her time to lose faith Cole. You know as well as I do Gryffin won’t open those gates for her. She’s a strong-willed woman who is willing to fight for the ones she loves. She doesn’t deserve this moment.”

Linda lowered her hands. Turning, she slid along the bars to the ground.

“Linda, stand tall.”

Surprise and hope covered her face as she scrambled to a stand and gazed up at the great stone griffin.

Cole stepped into his stride; James and Vincent flanked him. Their steps echoed through the empty park. She whipped around and peered into the heavy shadows that filled the path. Her face drew shock, and she backed away, only to be blocked by the locked gates of the north entrance.

“Gryffin?” Her whispered prayer fell weak. She wavered and slid to the ground again.

As they neared, Cole stepped forward while Vincent and James held their stand a step behind.

Linda’s eyes grew wide. “C-Cole? W-what’s going on?”

“You’re out after curfew.”

“Y-you enforce the curfew?” Her hands trembled with her voice. “I…I thought…it was just…” She released a quick breath.

“There are things you don’t understand.” He looked into her blue eyes and slowly lifted his hand. A pale pink mist filled the air. “But you will.”

Her mouth fell slack, and she blinked away tears as the enchantment flowed past her lips. She stood, resignation replacing fear. Contentment flowed from her.

Cole slid his arm around her waist and glanced at his watch. “Lord Dressen is expecting you.”

Gripping the edge of his cloak, he furled the panel and dispersed them into the Smoke of Night. Her senses flew alongside his, mollified, subjective.

As James and Vincent joined him, he headed north to the prestigious neighborhood of Grand Marshals.

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Chapter Twenty

Linda watched every move Cole made as he led Anna back to her room. He sensed Linda’s shock at the unrecognized friendship and picked up on feelings of confusion and accusation as she glared at him.

Elaina buzzed around them, pulling back the blankets and straightening Anna’s skewed gown. She smiled at the angelic face, helped her lie down, and then tucked the downy comforter around her.

Cole simply stood, holding a calm presence to reassure his love that all was well. He kept his gaze on hers as it flitted back to him each time Elaina passed between them.

She sat at Anna’s side. “Anna, honey, everything is fine. Vincent and James are taking care of things. Is there anything you need?” Elaina’s soft voice seemed to be ignored as Anna’s attention stayed riveted on Cole. With no answer to her question, she looked up at him.

“Why don’t you and Linda wait in the parlor?” Cole stepped to the bedside. “I’ll have a talk with her.”

Elaina nodded and motioned to her sister as she headed to the hall. Linda sent another accusing glare his way and then followed.

Cole sat beside Anna and brushed his fingers along her hair. “There was a lot of noise. Upsetting things. But don’t worry. It’s under control.”

She watched him as if to memorize every expression he made. He knew he had to look careworn. But the way she looked at him, anyone would think he was the most beautiful thing she’d seen.

He smiled. “You liked the roses.”

She smiled back and looked at the brilliant buds on the table. “They’re beautiful. And soft.”

Nodding, he leaned close. “I can smell them on your face. You’ve been enjoying them.”

Turning, she touched her lips to his. “Yes,” she whispered.

He gently kissed her, allowing the tender moment to flow through his senses.

She placed her hand to his face and held him there. Her sweet tongue lighted across his lips like a feather, and he answered her call, parting them to afford deeper affection. He swept his fingers over her damp hair, pulling her closer.

Her kiss was a lullaby to his soul. Longing overtook him, and desire returned. Centuries of loneliness melted away as he again became lost in her attention. Every caress led him home, back to his place beside her heart. The warm breeze of Zephyrus connected the severed link, and Cole basked in the Arylinite nurturing that filled him.

“I love you, Anna.” The words passed his lips without censorship, and when he heard them, he looked at her, unsure of the reaction he’d receive.

Purity of an angel stared back at his wondering gaze. With adoration spilling from her emotions, she pulled him closer and kissed him. Deeply. Lovingly. And he could have sworn he had her whole heart.

He breathed her in, willing it to be so. “Tell me you love me, too, Anna. Tell me I have your heart.”

“I love you, too. You have my heart.”

The words adorned her whisper, falling onto his lips. Too perfectly recited. Too perfectly an answer to his bid.

He slowly pulled away and took her hands in his. To expect anything else had been foolish. He hoped his disappointment didn’t show. Brushing his fingertips across her cheek, he smiled.

Hushed voices drifted from the hall, and Cole looked to the half-closed door. He widened his perception to pick up as much of the conversation that he could. Linda’s voice hissed with low tones.

“What is Anna doing here? She was all over the Morning Post clinging to Lord Dressen’s arm like they were the couple of the year. He was even on the news bragging about the elaborate stained-glass privacy screens she presented to him at his birthday celebration.”

Elaina’s response topped a whisper, but Cole deciphered her soprano utterance easily. “Stained-glass? Wait, isn’t that what Dad had to finish up when—oh, this is that Anna? The one we thought disappeared?”

“Evidently she disappeared right into His Lordship’s arms. I knew all those rumors about the curfew were rubbish.”

“Linda, the guys found her last night. She’d been hurt badly. Her dress was torn and bloody and she was really out of it. Cole saved her. He’s helping her cope. If it wasn’t for him, she’d be dead.”

“If she was on her death bed, how is she able to run through the house today? She looks pretty healthy to me.”

“I saw her Linda. I helped tend to her… Why would Lord Dressen do that?”

“He wouldn’t. He’s been after her for years.” She huffed, but sadness flowed. “I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. We’ve been best friends for so long.”

“Aw, Linda, I’m sorry. She’s just really confused right now.”

Linda’s voice softened. “Well, it looks like he finally got to her.”

Cole looked at his love. Serenity poured from her as she sat with her hands in her lap and quietly watched him. The corners of her cute lips slowly curved up at his attention, and he couldn’t help but return the action. He added a little wink, and a full smile blossomed for him. A chuckle puffed from his nostrils.

“Something had to have happened after the party,” said Linda. “And you didn’t answer my question. How did she get well so fast?”

Elaina didn’t answer, and Cole imagined a lowered gaze as the young lady tried to think of what to say.

Linda’s voice picked up volume as she pressed the subject. “It is true. They are magical. As stupid as it sounds, wizards actually exist. Just like you said, a wizard’s wife. That’s the only explanation if what you’re telling me is true… So, is it true? Are they wizards?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“You don’t have to. Your face says it all. They could help me get Mandy and Mechenzie back.”

Cole sensed panic as Elaina shot her response. “My face isn’t saying anything. Just leave it alone. I was just running my mouth about how I felt about Vince. Nothing more.”

“Elaina, talk to them. They know you. Tell them to help me.”

“No!” She gasped. “I mean they can’t break the law, can they? Others would know.”

Okay, this has gone far enough. Cole leaned to Anna and spoke softly. “I need to go take care of some things. Get some rest, and I’ll be back later.”

Her eyes widened, and she sat up straight. “You’ll be back later? After I get some rest?”

“How could I stay away?” Stroking her dark brown hair, he tore himself from the pull of her spirit and stepped into the hall.

The sisters stood at the top of the stairs, Elaina against the banister, gripping it with her fists.

Linda narrowed her eyes. “What are you afraid of?” She slowly nodded. “It’s a secret, isn’t it? That they’re wizards. That’s why you’re here. They made you come stay until the wedding.”

“It’s customary to stay with the Nobles before the Chalice ceremony.”

“Well, someone has to tell Lord Dressen Anna’s okay. He must be worried sick.”

Creases etched across Elaina’s brow. “I don’t know, Linda. I think we should leave it to the guys.”

“Why? So they can get the favor? If I bring him the news, he might help me get my girls back. Forget the guys if they won’t help family. I’ll go right to a lawmaker.”

A block formed in Cole’s chest, and he lifted his chin, ready to do what it took to ensure silence on the matter.

Elaina scampered down the stairs as she spoke. “They don’t need his favors! I just think they should handle this.”

Linda hurried after her. “And I need to handle getting my babies back. I won’t let Jarrett take them from me. Can’t you understand that? I won’t! I’ll do anything to get them back. Anything!”

Cole marched to the landing and his voice boomed through the foyer. “Nobody’s telling Dressen.”

The two spun to meet his stern gaze. He clenched his jaw and bore his ebony glare on them.

Elaina’s shoulders scrunched, and tears sheened her eyes. “No, Cole. Of course, we wouldn’t say anything.” She sent her gaze to her sister’s glower. “Linda just doesn’t understand.”

“I understand I have more to gain here than anyone by bringing him the news.” She looked at Cole, her brows pressed together. “You’ve nursed her, now let her go home. I know he must be looking for her.”

“We’re taking care of the situation. And we’ll handle it as we see fit.”

Linda shook her head, disbelief crossing her determined features.

Lifting his hand, he pointed the way to accentuate his demand. “You’ll both go to the parlor and wait for Vincent to come get you.”

Elaina grabbed Linda’s hand and trotted down the marbled-capped stairs. Linda tripped after her as she was tugged. Quick taps sounded through the receiving hall as they bustled across the floor. The door slammed behind them.

A growl rumbled in Cole’s throat. He needed Vincent to handle his future sister-in-law. Glancing down the hall toward the study, his scowl deepened. And he needed James to fix the runt’s mess… Again.

~ * ~

Cole exited the study and inspected a few branches from the twin laurel trees that stood on each side of the door. Following the limbs that created an arch over the entrance, he nodded. The intertwined crowns hadn’t been compromised beyond repair during the ordeal. His mother would have been pleased with James’ restoration.

The quiet foyer amplified his slow stride as it clunked against the hardwood floor and then shuffled to a stop beside his James.

He looked hard at his brother, leaned against the banister beside the staircase sentinel. Sharp lines replaced the usual soft angles on his face. It took considerable doing to ruffle this brother into disgruntlement.

Cole glanced around the room to find words of comfort. “You did a fine job restoring the damage. The chandelier doesn’t even look tarnished.”

This didn’t seem to ease the tension flowing from him.

James looked at Cole from the corners of his eyes. “That mantle held irreplaceable items. Most came from Meridian.”

Cole waved at the comment, dismissing it. “Forget about the mantle. We haven’t used most of that magic for years.”

No response.

Okay, change the topic. He pursed his lips, scratched his chin, and then motioned to the parlor. “They think it was a mild quake. Kid still in the woodland?”

“Vincent will be staying there until he calms down enough to deal with the situation.”

“Can you deal with this?”

“I’ll deal with this. Different subject matter.”

“Well, the woman’s a threat to our plan with Anna.” Cole repositioned himself and folded his arms. “She wants to turn her over to Dressen in exchange for custody of her girls.” He took a heavy breath. “And she’s convinced we’re wizards. I heard them on the stairs. She was badgering Elaina. That girl never meant to tell Linda anything. The emotions I picked up were exactly the way she sounded in the parlor earlier. Shock. She can’t believe what she said about Vince was taken literally. Linda drew her own conclusions.”

James set his hands at his waist. “This isn’t good.” He looked at Cole and leaned his head into a leer, dimpling his cheek as his lips tightened. “And don’t even think about tampering with her memory. Partial removal causes more harm than good.”

Cole raised his brows. “Actually, I wasn’t considering partial memory removal.”

“No.” James pointed his large finger, accentuating his charge. “You’re not wiping her memory. We will not cross that line.”

“Then what do you propose? We’re at a loss here, James.”

He shifted his stand, looking to the side. “I don’t know. We need to insist she stay as our guest. Buy some time so we can figure this all out.”

Cole raked a hand over his hair. “She’ll try to talk to Anna. She recognized her. I believe they were friends.”

“I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Look, James. I know you mean well but with what she knows she’s a true threat. It’s justifiable.”

“No!”

Cole threw his head to the side.

“I’ll watch her.” James’ eyes flashed with his words. “You just concentrate on Anna. Get things in order so we can unbind her soul as soon as possible.”

Cole nodded, taking an apprehensive breath. “I’m about there. But Kid will need to calm down before all this happens. I’ll have enough emotion to deal with coming from her without adding his temper to it.”

“I’ll prepare something to help you cope.” James dropped his arms to his sides and headed for the parlor. “You just worry about getting the spells right.”

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Chapter Nineteen

Cole trudged down the hall of the east wing. Trails of water followed every step, and his boots squished with tiny bubbles from the saturated soles. Ignoring the tendrils of hair that clung to his cheeks, he followed his uneasy stride toward his room.

James trotted down the stairs to the second landing and then halted with a jolt. “What happened to you?”

Glancing at him, Cole heaved a sigh. “Dear, Gods, James. Anna wanted to bathe.”

The dimples in James’ cheeks deepened, as he seemed to struggle to hold back his chuckle. It burst out anyway. “Don’t tell me. You helped her take a shower—in your clothes.”

“I’d have done more than what I did if I hadn’t.”

“And,” James crossed his arms over his broad chest and failed to conceal his mirth. “Did the clothes help?”

“Barely.”

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being with her. But I’d be careful with her performing Mianna’s spell. In her condition, use of it on a Meridian could be too much for her.”

“My thoughts exactly. But, do you realize how much control it took to stop it when it got to that point? Even with,” he held out his soaked sleeves, “this I was lucky to end it when I did.”

James lowered his gaze. “I see.”

Cole heaved a sigh and let his hands fall to his side. “Besides, I know she’s only responding to my touch. It’s all instinctive. I want it to be more than that.” He shook his hands, causing his sleeves to flap around his arms. “I need a drink.”

“Well, you’re getting the carpet all wet.”

He scoffed. “I’m really worried about the carpet right now.”

With a grin, James fanned his hands. Cole’s saturated wear snapped into crisp threads as the water evaporated and left him dry.

Combing the strands with his fingers, he smoothed his hair. “Thanks.”

“You’d better put off that drink. We have company.” James set his hands at his waist. “It seems Elaina’s sister is here for a visit.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I’ve already sent Elaina to talk with her in the parlor and Vincent is pacing the study. I was running you down to join us. You didn’t answer my call.”

Cole glanced at his watch. Dry now, but surely soaked from the shower when James tried to contact him. First chance, the scrys would get a protective charm against moisture.

James turned for the stairs. “And Cole, she might already know about our nature.”

A glower tugged at Cole’s face.

Upon entering the study, Cole silenced the room and quickly took his seat.

Vincent paced to and from the window, jaw set, and fists clinched, sparks crackling along his fingers. James drew his hand over the Utopian, and the image of Elaina and Linda appeared. Their attention turned to the hologram forms of the two sisters in conversation on the sofa.

Elaina stroked her older sister’s hair and tilted her head in an empathetic gesture. “Linda, he can’t do that. Jarrett has never taken an interest in the girls. He won’t keep them from you.”

“You don’t understand, Elaina.” Linda lifted from the hug and tears streamed her face.

“I understand that any court will return them to their mother.”

She shook her head, and sobs accentuated her words. “He’s been…cheating for years. All this time, Elaina, he’s had someone else! He broke the vow. Our marriage wasn’t even a marriage all this time. He said he was leaving to be with her. He took my girls!”

Elaina flushed. “He can’t do that.”

“He can! By law, he can.” Linda gasped and covered her mouth, crying into her sleeve-covered hands. “Any court will award children to a couple over a single parent. I’ve lost my girls.”

Elaina threw her arms around her sister, and Linda held her tight.

“All I wanted was to turn around and come back for the Shilo’s gathering.” Her deep sobs jarred her shoulders, and Elaina scrunched the back of the cardigan as she tightened her hold. “He just blew up. He didn’t want to come to the cookout to begin with, but I bugged him so much he gave in. And when I said I wanted to be with my family when you were welcomed into Vincent’s home…he stopped the car and told me about her. That he was the most important thing to her. Not her family. He threw me out. He threw me out, Elaina! On the side of the road!” She pulled back and looked into her little sister’s eyes. “He locked the doors and drove away.”

Elaina shook her head and stood. Setting her hand at her forehead, she paced the room. “There has to be something we can do. Mandy and Mechenzie belong with you.”

Linda wrapped her arms around herself and looked like a weathered puppy. Hiccups punch at her breaths, and her shoulders curled forward.

Silence hung in the room, and the holograms looked like still life as Elaina stopped at the bar.

Dropping her gaze to her limp fingers, Linda spoke just above a whisper. “Is it true?”

Elaina turned to her. “Huh?”

“Is it really true?” She motioned with her hand. “You know. About the magic in this family?”

Cole threw his head to the side, and Vincent’s stony countenance flared red.

“Linda,” Elaina rushed to her sister and sat at her side. “I never said this family had magic.”

“You said Vincent held the magic to your life.”

“Well, sure. Love does that.”

A little smile crept onto Linda’s full lips, and she cocked her head. “Let me see. How did you say that? A magic man has cast a spell on me, and I’ll be that wizard’s wife, whatever it takes.”

Elaina shook her head so fast her waves bounced around her head. “No, you understood me wrong!”

Blue neon arched before Cole’s eyes and flew overhead as Vincent drew his hands to his sides.

Cole jumped to his feet as James lunged for the youngest, but the ribbon of power punched from his fists. Fire flared as the force struck the tapestries like explosives, and shot through the east wall. Shattered lumber flew in the wake as it charged deep into the woodland. Trees plowed to the ground, birds took flight in flocks, and with the silence enchantment broken on the study, falling planks drummed through the air alongside the rumble of the Shilo Manor foundation.

James whipped his hand skyward, and roots rose from the terra to support the failing structure. Vines and limbs snaked across the ceiling and walls, creating a web to hold the framework firm. He threw his thick arms around his enraged brother, pinning his motion.

Vincent’s onyx eyes flashed. Power pulsed along his knuckles as he struggled against James’ strong hold.

Cole scrambled around the desk, summoning chairs, tables, and cabinets to block the entrance should he attempt to face the women in his state. “James, do something!”

With a swoop of his hand, James dispersed into the Smoke of Night, forcing Vincent in his grasp to relinquish form. The dark mass surged like a torrential storm, jets of blue lightning shooting in a madcap frenzy around the room.

Books flew, ancient urns shattered, and with devastating impact, the shelves over the hearth failed. Crystal containers crashed to the floor, releasing contained magic of the centuries. Hues of purple and gold shrouded the mantle. Sparks spangled along the wispy crests as they converged.

Before a disaster could arise, Cole threw his fist toward the mass and flicked his fingers into a tight claw. An urgent command punched from his lungs. “Nuerta!”

A pale cloud burst from his palm and overtook the ancient ingredients, nullifying the spells. As the hues dispersed, he gazed back at his brothers’ battling essences. Anger and determination emitted from both souls.

In a rush, a cyclonic barrier surrounded an inner core. The rampant center flared to blinding strobes. As Cole lifted his hand to shield his eyes, the dark mass bolted out the gaping wreckage into the forest.

Dust and debris fluttered as quiet filled the room. The sudden change rang in Cole’s ears, and he barely heard the shrill voice. A bolt pierced his heart.

Anna!

Darting for the door, he flung his hand through the air. Blockage tumbled across the floor and out of his way. Ignoring Elaina and Linda’s exclamations of an earthquake, he rushed through the foyer and bounded up the steps. Anna sat curled in the corner at the end of the hall, hands over her head.

“Anna! You’re safe. I’m here.”

Anna’s gaze snapped to him, and as he ran for her, she scrambled to her feet. He scooped her into his arms, and she melted against him, grasping the back of his shirt.

Instant contentment flowed from her emotions, and he heaved a breath to settle his nerves. The scent of roses filled him as he inhaled.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he exhaled. She’d spent time savoring the blooms he’d brought her. The fact set sweetly on his soul. He brushed his lips across her cheek, following the aroma. Oh, that it had been because they were from him and not simply that they were flowers.

An arm flew around his shoulder, and he peeked over Anna’s head to find Elaina embracing them both. Love echoed from her senses as she breathed, “Oh, you guys are okay. Vince and James?”

Cole straightened and cleared his throat to allow time to gather his thoughts. “They’re busy taking care of a… mess.”

From his periphery, he caught Linda slowly step toward them, and he shifted his gaze to watch as she neared. Her tear-streaked face looked doughy, then her jaw dropped open and her blue gaze focused on the woman in his arms. Amidst the emotional trauma and alarming events, one word passed her lips.

“Anna?”

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