Chapter 31

31

E mma raised her face to the warmth of the rising moon as it streamed through the trees. She and Lachlain sat on opposite sides of a fire he'd built to warm her further. The breeze that soughed through the great forest of Kinevane was chilly.

She knew others would enjoy such a romantic situation—two people alone with a fire crackling in the Highlands—but she was on edge.

Lachlain clearly was as well. His gaze was locked on her, no doubt searching for a hint about what she'd dreamed.

She would love a hint, too.

Near sunset, she'd shot up in bed with tears streaming down her face as the entire castle quaked under an onslaught of lightning. Face drawn with panic, Lachlain had clasped her arms, yelling her name.

Yet she didn't remember the dream. N?x had told her that people couldn't remember what they couldn't handle. So what had been so bad that Emma had almost toppled a castle with lightning, then wiped it from her memory?

All night, she'd been unable to shake an underlying feeling of dread. How heavy was this other shoe she sensed was about to fall ?

"What do you think of that makes your expression so serious?" he asked.

"The future."

"Why no' relax and enjoy the present?"

"As soon as you let go of the past," she countered.

He exhaled and leaned back against a tree. "You ken I canna do that. Can we no' speak of something else?"

"I know you won't speak of the... torture. But how did Demestriu come to capture you in the first place?"

"Demestriu faced my father in the last Accession and slew him. My younger brother Heath could no' handle the rage he carried. He obsessed on the fact that Demestriu took our father's life—and then stooped to steal his ring, which had been passed down since metal was first forged. Heath told us he'd rather die than feel that way. He set out for Demestriu's head and that damned ring, uncaring if we followed or aided him."

"He wasn't scared? To face him alone?"

"Emma, I believe in times of adversity there's a line that is drawn, a line that separates your old life from your new. You cross the line, you'll never be the same. Heath's hatred made him cross the line, and he could never go back. He'd sealed his fate to one of two outcomes: Kill Demestriu, or die trying."

His voice went low. "I searched everywhere for him, but Helvita is hidden mystically, like Kinevane is. I used everything I'd ever learned about tracking, and I believe I got close. That's when they ambushed me." His eyes were faraway. "Like a nest of vipers they rose up, attacking, then tracing, so I could no' retaliate. There were too many." He ran a hand over his face. "I later learned that they had no' taken Heath alive. "

"Oh, Lachlain, I'm so sorry." She sidled over to kneel beside his outstretched legs.

"It's the way of war, I'm afraid," he said, smoothing her hair behind her ear.

How much pain he'd endured, most of it at the hands of Demestriu. "I've never lost anyone I've known. Except Furie. But I can't believe she's dead."

He stared past her to peer into the fire.

"What, Lachlain?"

"She might wish it were so," he finally said, but before she could ask, he said, "Is Furie the one who burned your hand?"

She stared down at it when he cradled it in his own. "How did you know someone burned it?"

He ran his fingertips over the back. "The pattern of scarring."

"When I was three, I almost ran into the sun." Emma supposed she hadn't learned her lesson as well as she'd thought. Every day here, she secretly returned to a hidden shaft of light and exposed her skin to it. Did she plan to book a cruise to St. Tropez? No, but each time she could withstand it longer. Maybe in a hundred years she could walk in the twilight with him. "Furie ordered it done."

His expression turned hard. "They could no' have found another means to teach you? The day a child is hurt so in this clan will be a day of reckoning."

Emma flushed. "Lachlain, the Valkyries are... different. Violence doesn't affect them like others, and their beliefs are not like yours. They revere power and fighting." She left out shopping, suspecting it might detract from her point.

"Then why are you so gentle, lass? "

She wondered why she kept letting him think she still was. No longer. Tonight she would tell him about the dreams, and of her new decision....

"Lachlain, if you leave on your quest without me, then know that I'm going to resume mine."

He ran his hand over his face. "I thought you wanted to go to your coven."

"I've realized I don't have to think of my life in terms of either the Valkyries or you. I began something, and I want to see it done."

"Never, Emma." His eyes flashed blue. "There is no way in hell you'll return to Paris—to search out a vampire —when I am gone."

She raised her brows. "Seems like you won't be here to have a say."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "No, I will no'. So I'll do what men did with their women in the past. Before I go, I will lock you away until I return for you."

Her lips parted. He was serious ? The time capsule was deadly serious. Two weeks ago, she would have made excuses for his behavior and placed herself in his shoes. She would've convinced herself that he'd been through so much and deserved some latitude.

Now, she cast him the look his words deserved, twisted from his arms to stand, then walked away.

***

Lachlain stared long after she'd gone, debating whether he should go to her. He sometimes felt like he crowded her, overwhelmed her even, and decided to let her be alone now.

That left him—and the fire. Though he was improving, he was still uneasy every time he was near one. She could never know this. And so she could never understand why he couldn't allow Demestriu to live.

A loud groaning sounded. He leapt to his feet, every muscle tensed. The unfamiliar sound echoed again from miles away.

He stood, head cocked. What is that? Then... realization.

He sprinted down the path, spying her ahead.

"Lachlain!" she cried when he swooped her into his arms. He raced for the castle, was dragging her into their suite moments later.

"Stay in here!" He retrieved his sword. "Doona come out for any reason! Promise me."

Some being trespassed on the grounds of Kinevane—and in a fit of groaning metal and screams had somehow taken down the massive gate to do it.

If it got past him . . .

"But, Lachlain—"

"Goddamn it, Emma. Stay here." When she still protested, he snapped, "Did it ever occur to you that on occasion you'd be right to be afraid?"

He slammed the door on her shocked face, then tore off to the front entrance. There he stood tensed, waiting, clutching his sword.

The front door to Kinevane Castle was kicked down for the first time in history.

He looked at the kicker—a blond woman with glowing skin and pointed ears. He glanced at the fallen door, then back at her.

"Pilates," she explained with a shrug.

"Let me guess. Regin?"

While she smirked, another Valkyrie passed in front of her, marching up to him. "Hubba, hubba," she growled with a wink. "Emma caught herself a wolf." Her eyes zeroed in on his neck where Emma had drunk earlier. "Hmmm. You wear her bite like a badge you've earned."

"And you must be the soothsayer."

"I prefer predeterminationally abled, thank you." Her hand shot out, ripping a button from his shirt. She'd taken the one closest to his heart, and for a moment her face turned very cold. She'd made a point—she could have gone for his heart.

Then she opened her hand and gasped in surprise. "A button!" She smiled delightedly. "You can never have enough of these!"

"How did you find this place?" he demanded of Regin.

"A phone tap, satellite imaging, and a psychic," she said, then immediately frowned. "How do you find places?"

"And the barrier?"

"That was some serious Celtic cujo mojo." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at their car. "But we also packed the most powerful witch we know, just in case." A nondescript woman waved brightly from the front seat.

"Enough of this." He stalked toward Regin. "You'll be leaving our home. Now." He raised his sword, but a blur swept past him. He twisted around and found another Valkyrie perched on the grandfather clock, having landed so gracefully that the chains were undisturbed. She had a bow pulled taut, an arrow trained on him. Lucia.

Didn't matter. He wanted these creatures gone—they'd come here with one objective. He charged the door. An arrow tore through his sword arm like a bullet, exited with a rip, then buried itself a foot into the stone wall.

Severed tendons and muscles in his arm made his hand go limp. The sword clattered to the ground. Blood seeped down to his wrist. He wheeled around and found the archer with three arrows notched at once, bow horizontal, aiming for his neck. To take off his head.

Regin said, "You know why we're here. So don't make this get ugly." She glanced down.

Brows drawn, he followed her gaze. A razor-sharp sword inched up between his legs. Another Valkyrie that he'd never seen wielded it from the shadows.

"Better hope Kaderin the Coldhearted doesn't sneeze with her sword like that," N?x said with a chuckle. "Kitty-Kad, do you feel allergyish? I dunno, you look twitchy tome."

Lachlain swallowed, then chanced a look over his shoulder. This Kaderin's eyes were blank, no feeling—only pure intent.

He'd known they were vicious, but to see it, to feel it with an arrow through his arm and a sword tucked against him...

He would never let Emma near them again.

Just then, Cassandra crossed over the flattened door, eyeing the Valkyries.

Lachlain snapped at her, "Why are you here now?"

"I heard talk of these... creatures cruising through the village, pumping bass and whistling at men on the street, before turning toward the castle. I saw the gate mangled and thought you might need some help...." She trailed off, eyes widening at the sword.

Regin said, "Where is she, Lachlain?"

"We probably shouldn't leave without her," N?x said. "So unless you want permanent houseguests of the destructive sort, just hand her over. "

"Never. You're never to see her again."

"You got a lot of nerve saying that when you're about to bloody Kaderin's sword," Regin said with a smirk. Then her ears twitched, and her voice suddenly turned saccharine. "But what do you mean, you don't ever want us to see her again?"

"Never. I doona know how she became good and gentle after growing up in your vicious coven, but you'll no' get a second chance to twist her."

Regin visibly relaxed at his words. Lucia dropped down and strode to the door, casually, as if she hadn't just shot him—as if he wasn't itching for a kill and two seconds from turning.

"Lachlain?" Emma murmured from the stairs. He twisted his head around. They'd wanted him to repeat his decree for her benefit. "Had you always planned to keep me from my family?"

***

"No, no' until I met them," Lachlain explained, as though that made it better.

Emma surveyed the room. What had her aunts done since that door had been kicked down? She could only imagine.

And what the hell was Cass doing here?

Emma spotted Kaderin behind Lachlain, sword in place. "Annika sent you?" Kaderin was a deadly, skilled, and unfeeling assassin. A perfect killing machine, she didn't get dispatched on recovery missions. "Lower your sword, Kaderin."

Regin said, "Come down, Em, and nobody has to get hurt."

"Kad, lower it! "

Regin reluctantly nodded, and Kaderin retreated into the shadows. Lachlain immediately strode up the stairs, reaching for Emma, but she gave his hand a withering glare and shook him off. He appeared dumbfounded.

Regin cast Emma a guilty smile. "Annika just wants you away from him, Em."

Emma marched down the stairs to point a finger in Regin's face. "So, Lachlain plans to forbid me from seeing you, and Annika plans to kill the man I'm sleeping with without even asking me if this is a good idea?" These people were treating her like the old Emma, with everyone jockeying for the right to control her. And that simply did not apply any longer. "I wonder what I plan."

"Tell us!" N?x cried breathlessly.

Emma glared at N?x. Rhetorical, here! She had no idea what she planned—

"He seeks you," a vampire intoned from the doorstep, his eyes on her.

Emma's lips parted. The being was here for her? The Valkyries did not believe in coincidence, only in fate. And sometimes fate didn't bother being subtle.

Lachlain leapt for the vampire just as six more appeared. Cass charged headlong into the fight beside him. Emma's aunts did too.

She watched the chaotic battle as though in slow motion, feeling the vampires' red eyes returning to her again and again.

Suddenly her back met the floor, her legs kicked out from under her.

Lachlain had tripped her? "Get back, Emma!" he roared, shoving her, sending her flying across the polished floor.

In the thick of the melee, the vampires kept trying to get to her .

Here for her. What if her father knew about her? Had he sent them to find her?

But who . . . ?

Suddenly, dreams—nightmares—seeped into reality. Lachlain's memories.

An image of a golden-haired man flashed into her mind. Demestriu. Watching Lachlain suffer.

Everyone always says my features are my mother's, but Helen had black hair, black as sable, and dark eyes. The man in the dream is blond, with his sword sheath on his right, indicating he's left-handed.

Emma was a southpaw herself. Lightning whipped outside.

No. No way.

She was simply being fatalistic, since this was the absolute worst scenario. Her father couldn't have tortured Lachlain.

Like an acid bath, Lachlain's memory of the fire washed over her—torture that was now her own forever. His rage boiled within her, and she gave herself up to it—just as he had—to get through the pain....

She shuddered, couldn't stifle a whimper. Her thoughts tangled. She couldn't separate reality from nightmares. Like the way she knew that, deep down in Lachlain's mind—unacknowledged by him—was a suspicion.

That she was Demestriu's.

She recognized the monster for what he was. Father.

Shaking, still on the floor, she gazed at her aunts fighting so valiantly, with all their innate grace and ferocity. Demestriu had taken their queen from them.

Filthy parasite.

Lightning rained down .

Fighting raged all around, and she was frozen. Not with a fear of dying, but with grief. A life with Lachlain—and the love of her coven—was threatened by the blood running in her veins.

Watching these heroic warriors protecting her, when they had no idea what she really was, was killing her. She was unworthy of all of them.

A vampire slumped to the ground. Laughing in delight, N?x flew on top of him, stabbing her knees into his back.She snatched his hair to lift his head, baring his throat. Poised for her deathblow. The vampire caught sight of Emma. He reached out.

She felt unclean; her veins burned. Unworthy.

But I could make it right. Or at least better.

N?x caught her gaze across the floor. Winked at her.

Clarity.

"Will I die?" Emma whispered.

"Do you care?" N?x countered.

"He seeks you, " the thing gasped, reaching for her.

"I seek him, too. " Emma wanted to take his hand, but he was so far away— Suddenly, she found herself mere feet from him.

Dizzy.... Had she traced for the first time? Like a vampire.

As N?x raised her blade, Emma crawled forward.

Lachlain inhaled sharply. "Emma," he rasped. Diving for her, he bellowed, "Goddamn it, Emma, no!"

Too late. A line had been drawn, just as with Heath. Lightning fired to punctuate her decision.

That which she had been born to do.

She stretched out her hand. Met eyes with the vampire.

You have no idea what you're dragging home.

** *

Lachlain roared with fury as that thing—the last one left alive—took Emma. He couldn't comprehend it. She had sought him out?

He clenched N?x's shoulders. "Why did you hesitate? I saw you hesitate!" He shook her until her head lolled, while she grinned and said, "Wheeee!"

"Where the fuck have they taken her?"

One of the Valkyries punted his bad leg, buckling it, making him release N?x.

Cass raised her sword again. "You let them in!" she snapped to Regin. "Left Kinevane unguarded."

Regin jerked her head in Lachlain's direction. "He stole a daughter from her foster mother and kept her from the protection of our family."

"Turnabout's a bitch," Kaderin added, dropping down to collect vampire fangs from the severed heads.

"They fucking have her!" He punched the wall. "How can you be so calm?"

"I can't feel raw emotion, and they won't indulge in the luxury of feeling sorrow," Kaderin explained. "Sorrow weakens the entire collective. It will weaken Emma herself. And we won't borrow trouble."

Lachlain shook with rage, about to turn, about to kill them all—

Some hideous noise erupted. Kaderin put her bloody fangs away and dug in her pocket, pulling out a phone. "Crazy Frog," she hissed as she flipped it open. "Regin, you are a fiend."

Regin shrugged; Lachlain grappled with confusion. N?x yawned loudly, muttering, "This is a rerun."

"She went voluntarily," Kaderin said into the phone. She related this information as if reciting a weather report, even over the growing shrieks Lachlain heard from the other end of the call.

He snatched the phone away from her. At least someone reacted as they should.

Annika. "What's happened to her?" she screamed in fury. "Dog, you will beg for death!"

"Why would she go with them?" he bellowed back. "Tell me how to get to her!"

As Annika screeched on the phone, Kaderin gave him a thumbs-up sign and mouthed, "Keep it." Then, as he and Cass gaped, the four Valkyries strolled from the castle as if they'd come over to drop off a basket of scones.

He stalked after them.

The bow shot up once more.

"Shoot him if he follows," N?x ordered.

"Shoot me full of them, then," he grated.

N?x turned to him. "We don't know anything to help you, and I think you're about to need your strength, huh?" To the three others, she said, "I told you, we are not bringing her back on this trip."

And then they were gone.

"Where the fuck did that vampire take her?" he snapped into the phone.

"I—don't—know!"

"Your Valkyries let them into our home!"

"That's not Emma's home. This is her home!"

"No, no longer. I vow to you that when I find her, I'll never let her near you again."

"You will find her, won't you? You're a hunter who'll be after your most prized possession. I could ask for no better." She'd calmed herself. He could hear her sneering. "Yes, you go find her, and then I'll tell you what. When you bring her here safe and sound, I'll scratch my new pet behind his ears instead of peeling him."

"What are you speaking of, woman?"

Her voice was pure evil. "Your brother's neck is beneath my boot right now. Garreth for Emma."

The line went dead.