Song Flash Fiction ~ Family

Either I need to keep better track of the time, or days are simply flying by. How is it song flash fiction time already? This month, the song is Family by Noah Gundersen. I can tell you, it was not my pick, lol. Not a bad song. A guy and his guitar. Raspy. But…depressing. Oh, so depressing. And honestly, nothing jumped out at me, but, in the spirit of perseverance, here is my attempt. Oh, and if you want to listen to the song, here you go…

Hmm, it might not play on here, but it looks as if you can click over to YouTube if you like. I honestly don’t know. It shows up then doesn’t, lol. Now, on to the story…

 

“You do know it’s not safe for you to be here, right?”

Nick cursed inwardly as the barstool beside him scraped out, Megan’s lithe form slipping onto the fake leather. Her boots scuffed the floor as she lifted one foot, resting it on the chair’s lower rung, the shiny metal surface wedged against the heel. She motioned to the bartender then twisted, leaning her right elbow on the counter as she made a point of perusing the establishment. Her gaze seemed innocent enough, but Nick knew she’d already identified every threat, every damn exit. She didn’t look at him, choosing to stare at the group of bikers playing pool at the other end of the room.

Nick took a long pull of his beer. After virtually disappearing from his life for nearly a month, he hadn’t thought he’d see her again. And sure as shit not here. Now. “You make it sounds as if I should be hiding.”

Meg snorted. “You should. Took me all of three stops to find you.” She twisted around when the bartender placed her shot in front of her. Megan nodded her thanks, downing the brown liquid in a single gulp before signalling for another. Finally, she glanced at him. “You look like shit.”

“You come all the way from Virginia just to tell me that?”

“I was already in the neighbourhood.” She pursed her lips, glancing over her shoulder. “It’s really not safe for you out in the open like this. I’d have thought you’d have known that without being told.”

Nick glared at her. “If you’re here to warn me about the pitfalls of helping out your illustrious agency, you’re a bit late. That’s a lecture I could have used three weeks ago.”

“I would have given you one if I’d been able to. Unfortunately, I was…otherwise detained.”

“Right. Tell me, darling. What regime did you help overthrow this time? Or did you merely supply the weapons? Weapons I fucking got you, courtesy of the NYPD.”

“I wasn’t involved in the sting, Nick. Hell, I didn’t even know they’d recruited you until it all went for shit a few days ago. I told you. I wasn’t available.”

“How convenient for you.”

Meg turned to face him, leaning in until she’d invaded his personal space. “You knew what I was long before we ever shared a bed. So don’t patronize me by crying foul, now. And for the last god damn time, I wasn’t part of the team.”

“So you’re saying your partner lied to me? Fed me all that bullshit just to drag me in? Because he knew I’d have a hard time saying no when they waved your picture in my face. Told me it was a matter of life and death.” He scrubbed his hand down his face. Fuck he hated being played. But knowing Meg had been part of it… He took another pull, hoping to burn the bitter taste away.

Meg back away, the slight tremble in her hand as she downed her second shot out of character. “Jordan’s a manipulative bastard. I’m sure he told you whatever he thought would get him the result he needed.”

“That’s the best you’ve got? It’s all on Jordan? I thought you were all one big, happy family? Guarding each other’s back and all that bullshit.” He mimicked the stance she’d had moments earlier, hovering this face an inch from hers. “If you’re going to fuck me up the ass, darling, at least have the decency to tell me to my face.”

Her chin quivered as her eyes teared over. She clenched her jaw, the muscle in her temple twitching. “Not sure why I thought you’d be willing to listen. It never was your forte.” She gained her feet, tossing some money on the bar. “Have a beer on me. Then get your ass back to whatever safe house you found before it gets shot off. And stay there until someone tells you otherwise.”

She spun, taking a few quick strides away, boots clicking on the floor. Nick lunged at her, snagging her left arm and spinning her around. She gasped, falling against the counter as her strength seemed to wane.

Nick stopped cold. He’d known Megan for three years. Had been intimately involved with her for six months. And the girl didn’t have a weak bone in her body. She drew in a ragged breath, pushing off the bar, keeping her left hand tucked against her waist. Pain creased her brow, but she straightened, looking every inch the deadly operative he’d fallen in love with. He took a step closer, but she matched it back, her hip bumping against another stool as she shook her head.

“I meant what I said. It’s not safe for you out in the open. Not now. I’ve got a friend watching the front. He’ll shadow you once you leave here. See you safely back, but that’s as much help as I can offer.” Her gaze ran the perimeter again. “Don’t trust anyone else from the agency. I’ll do what I can to make this right, but…”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a few moments before she seemed to gather her composure. “I am sorry you got involved, Nick. I never would have let…”

Nick covered the scant distance between them before she could move, boxing her in. She held her ground but didn’t try to fight him, dragging in rasping breaths through her nose. And for the first time since she’d entered the bar, he took a real good look at her. Dark smudges stained the skin beneath her eyes, her usual sparkling personality noticeably absent. She’d left her blonde hair down, but it didn’t fully hide the bruises along the side of her neck. A slight tremor seemed to rack her body, which he realized looked thinner than he remembered. He glanced at her left side. Raised patches pushed against her shirt, a few drops of fresh blood marring the fabric.

He leaned in, letting his breath rustle the hairs around her face. “Time to level with me. What the hell’s going on?”

Her lips pursed, another groan whispering between them. “The less you know, the better. Just…go home. Wherever you’ve been laying low and stay there. I’ll send word when it’s safe.”

“You’re bruised and bleeding. Why are you bleeding, Meg?”

“I already told you. I was otherwise detained.”

“For three weeks?”

Her chin quivered again, more tears pooling in her eyes before she blinked them away. “Remember how we were supposed to have dinner that night? But I didn’t make it?”

He nodded. He’d known that was the beginning of the end. That whatever they’d had wasn’t enough to make her leave her other life behind. That he was the only one who’d ever really fallen.

She gave him a genuine smile, reaching up to caress his jaw. “I was going to tell you I’d quit. Turned in my damn badge. Told Rawlings to go to hell. God, how I wanted to be there.” A few of the tears slipped free. “I have to go. I just wanted you to know that.”

She pressed her palm against his chest, but he held firm.

“You want to walk out on me, then you tell me the fucking truth. Where have you been for the past three weeks if you weren’t in the field orchestrating this operation from the other side?”

She snorted. “Is that what they told you? I was overseeing it abroad? At least a few more things make sense, now.” She pressed against him again, huffing when he didn’t budge. “I don’t have the strength to fight you. Please don’t make me try.”

The inklings of fear crawled down his spine. He glanced at her side again. “How bad are you hurt?”

“Worse than I’d like. But not nearly as bad as they’d hoped.” She seemed to force down a swallow. “I’m fine. Not my first rodeo. Now, please…go. And remember. Don’t trust anyone.”

He shook his head. “Not going anywhere until you tell me what the actual fuck is going on. If you weren’t part of this operation… Fuck. Was Rawlings holding you prisoner?”

“This isn’t something I can explain in a few minutes. Hell, I’m not sure I fully understand it, myself. Not to mention the fact it’s not safe here.” She peered over his shoulder then around the room again. “I can’t stay. Probably shouldn’t have come in the first place, but…” She sighed. “When Jack told me you hadn’t shown up for work since the raid. And you weren’t at the apartment… I needed to know you were safe.”

He didn’t resist when she shoved against him this time, allowing her to brush past him. “Megan…”

“One big happy family, right?” She snagged her lower lip, biting at it before drawing herself up again. “Sit back down. Drink your damn beer. Wait four minutes then leave.” She clutched her side, another shiver trembling through her. “If you don’t hear from me inside of a week, go to your captain and tell him everything. And I mean, everything, Nick. The man’s not on the payroll. I triple checked.”

“You can barely stand up. You really think you’re up to do anything other than pass out?”

She winked. “I’ll manage. And Nick…I’m sorry I missed dinner. I was hoping to tell you…”

Her voice trailed off as she slumped against the bar, head bowing to her chest. He darted over to her, pulling her against him. Warm, slick liquid soaked against his palm, and he didn’t need to look at it to know it was blood. Her blood.

He slipped off his jacket, wrapping it around her before cinching his hand around her waist. Making it appear as if he was merely helping her stagger out to her car. He headed for the door, maneuvering them both through before angling toward his Jeep. She mumbled something about him leaving her, but the words faded into a series of low groans as he shuffled her into the seat, quickly closing the door before climbing in the driver’s side. He glanced in the rearview,  noting a man standing off to the right, lips pulled tight, newspaper folded under his arm. He gave Nick a nod then disappeared around the corner of the building.

Nick revved the engine, joining traffic as he headed south. He glanced at Meg, noting the pale cast to her skin. He needed to get her somewhere safe, and not the fucking room he’d rented on a whim. Somewhere…unexpected. An image wavered in his mind, and he smiled. If she wanted him to lay low, he’d do just that—but only as long as she stayed with him. And once she recovered enough to regain consciousness, she’d tell him the truth.

 

So, I’m not even sure if that goes with the damn song. Again, this one didn’t really speak to me. It was just overwhelmingly dark and sad. But, at least I thought up something. Now go visit the other ladies and see their take on the music. I’m sure theirs will be brilliant.

Jessica Jarman  |  Bronwyn Green  |  Gwendolyn Cease

Lie Revealed

So, I just realized it’s Friday, which means time to reveal which one of the four things I mentioned on Wednesday was a lie. I know…you’re all dying from the anticipation. The sheer agony of not knowing. Of wondering how masterful I was…

Drum roll please…

Number 1 is the lie. While parts of it are true, I moved to Vancouver Island from TORONTO, Ontario, not Halifax. I have been to Halifax, Nova Scotia. It’s beautiful. I actually quite love Nova Scotia. One of the loveliest eastern provinces.

As for the others…yes I’m deathly allergic to wasps and carry an epi-pen while running and in my purse. Just in case. Which sucks, by the way, as I have very little control over whether one of the little buggers wants to sting me.

Yes, I did somehow mysteriously know about a plane crash that killed a dear family friend when I was young. Not something I’ll ever forget. And still unexplained.

And finally, yes, I am weapon licensed. I still don’t particularly like guns, but figured it was wise to know how to use them and be safe around them. And I have friends who love to go to the range, so…

That’s it for me. If you guessed correctly, I’ll contact you about your free ebook.

You might want to go and check around to the other ladies to see if you guessed right with them.

one of these things isn’t like the others…

Random time again, and this week it’s a different kind of post. The powers at be have picked the topic—three truths and a lie. Now, at first I thought finally, an easy post. But, as usual…it’s never that easy. Mostly because I’ve probably revealed anything remotely interesting about me. So, the whole, lie part…I’m sure it’ll be obvious, sigh. But, here goes…

OH…and I’ll giveaway an ebook copy of any book of the commenter’s choosing to anyone who can identify the lie, which as I’ve said, will most likely be obvious. And I’ll post the answer on Friday! (yeah, had to come back and edit that in because I forget to announce it. Face palm.)

1 — I moved to Vancouver Island in 1996 from Halifax, Nova Scotia. And as I write this I’m freaking blown away it’s been nearly 20 years out here. How did I ever survive winters back east?

2 — I’m highly allergic to wasp stings and have to carry an epi-pen. I’ve been hospitalized once and I can tell you nearly dying isn’t fun. Nor is epinephrine.

3 — When I was five, I knew the details about a plane crash before it happened. Never have figured that one out.

4 — I have both a rifle and handgun licence, despite my aversion to firearms.

 

And that’s it. Don’t forget, if you guess which one is the lie and state the number in the comments, I’ll send you your choice of any book from my backlist. Now hop on over to the other ladies and see if you can guess theirs.

Jessica Jarman  |  Bronwyn Green  |  Jessica De La Rosa

Gwendolyn Cease  |  Kellie St. James

red sky dawning ~ chapter three

So, it’s that time again. Another chapter in my serial, Red Sky Dawning. I’ve got links if you’re just joining in now so you can get caught up. I hope you enjoy this next bit of Rylan and Aelwyn.

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Chapter Three

Sweetness.

Though Aelwyn knew the word was meant to mock her—it didn’t seem to stop her treacherous heart from fluttering whenever the endearment left his mouth. That low, gravelly tone sending shivers along her spine. Pooling heat deep in her core until her thighs felt weakened.

Do you honestly think any man could ever want you?

His words echoed in her head, the truth settling like a fist in her stomach. No man had ever given her a second look, let alone attempted physical contact—the fact she was five years past the age of consent and still a virgin was testament to that. And she’d long ago resigned herself to a life of solitude. So why did the simple statement hurt to the point her magic flashed in tiny arcs across her skin?

Rylan’s gaze followed the flickers of gold, his brow drawing into a deep vee across his nose. He cocked his head to the side, his long hair falling across his face. He ignored the tousled strands, studying her as if there was something worth puzzling out. As if he could see beyond the mask she wore the rare times she ventured beyond her tower—the expression that dared any to mock her to her face.

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes followed by a hint of concern before both bled into the cocky warrior openly challenging her. He took a few steps forward, seemingly indifferent to the way Tarn matched his every move, the captain’s sword still at the ready. “If what you say is true, and my father has sealed my kingdom—”

“Of course, it’s true.” Aelwyn glared at the man. “I have no reason to lie…to risk everything to break wards and spells if I could merely stroll across the border.”

Her magic surged, a bright glow illuminating her skin before she reined it in, forcefully pulling it back. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop it from flickering along her flesh, drawn to the red hue of Rylan’s skin. She’d never felt so on edge, and the way their energy had blended—turning both into a warm orange—unnerved her. She’d heard stories of such occurrences, but they were legends better left buried in the past.

Rylan must have sensed her unrest. His magic pulsed then vanished, his hands fisting at his side as he seemed to push the power deeper inside him. He took a few slow breaths then crossed his arms, looking every inch the prince and warrior of lore. “You do realize what you’re asking of me is…treason. A crime punishable by death in my kingdom.”

She frowned, considering her response carefully. “Returning Aelrik will give both our kingdoms a chance at peace. Surely, that’s worth the risk.”

“Easy to say when you have everything to gain from this arrangement.”

She laughed at the absurdity of his statement. If he only knew the fate that awaited her. “And what is it you think I have to gain?”

He flashed her a devastating smile. “The love of your precious prince.”

“Trust me. Aelrik’s love won’t save me.” She glanced away. “Nothing can.”

“Then why give your life for him?”

“Because he’s the only one who can stop Cane from destroying every realm he can get his hands on. Cane thinks Aelrik is powerless. That will be Cane’s undoing.”

Rylan tapped a finger against his mouth. “Is that really why you’re doing all of this? To save your kingdom? Your people?”

Impatience clawed at her control, another flash of light filling the chamber. “Aelrik’s the only one who’s ever treated me as something other than a monster. For that, alone, I’d risk everything. Give anything.”

Rylan’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Bearn and Tarn. “Including your life?”

“If that’s what it takes…”

“Then my price for helping you is just that. Once your prince has been returned, you’ll give me your life in return—to do with as I see fit. Imprisonment. Slavery…” He cocked his brow as he waved his hand, a parchment appearing above his palm, scribbled words shimmering atop the paper in an eerie red light. “Death.”

“No!” Bearn stepped forward, cupping her shoulder. “We don’t need his help that badly. We’ll find another way.”

Aelwyn grazed her fingers over his. “We need someone native to Ravendale to get through the barrier.”

“Not if we break the wards.”

Nausea rolled through her stomach. “If I break the wards—”

“Not you.” Bearn gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I understand the consequences if you perform the ritual. You can show me—”

“Death is death, Bearn. Whether by your hand or mine, the result will be the same. Besides, there’s no way even I could destroy the barrier and not have every being blessed with magic sense its demise. That much energy will be felt in all corners of this land and those beyond.”

Tarn stepped up beside her. “Aelrik will have my head if I allow you to do this. He suffered through too many punishments on your behalf to have you simply throw your life away.”

“You think I don’t know the price he’s paid in an attempt to save my honor? An honor that was never truly there. That’s why I’m doing this. If it weren’t for him, my fate would have been decided long ago.” She shook her head. “My life was forfeit the moment I broke Cane’s seal. You both know that. Returning Aelrik might save your lives. Nothing but death awaits my return, whether Aelrik lives or dies.”

“Aelrik would never allow anyone within the walls of Aldhaven Castle to harm you.” Tarn sneered at Rylan before glancing back at her. “I’m sorry, Princess. We’ll have to find another way.”

She tensed at his words, knowing her true identity would only strengthen Rylan’s resolve to have her bow to his condition.

“Princess?” Rylan’s voice held a hint of disbelief. “Aelrik is your brother?”

Tarn cursed under his breath, but she waved it off. It was only a matter of time before her identity would have been revealed.

She raised her chin, meeting Rylan’s stare. “I believe I suggested he wasn’t my lover.”

“You said he wasn’t your son.”

“And you jumped to conclusions.”

Color rose in Rylan’s cheeks, his magic sparking across his skin. “If you truly are Aern’s daughter, then why isn’t he here begging me to see the safe return of his son?”

“Because my father only listens to one voice. And it’s not mine.”

“I’m sure if you tried hard enough…”

“Trust me. Aern would rather die than listen to anything I had to say. He doesn’t see me as his daughter.”

“Then what are you?”

“A mistake he can’t undo.” She waved her hand in the air, ignoring the lingering haze of gold as her power flared again. “Enough. We’re running out of time. Every moment we spend bickering is another mile Merek’s men put between us and Aelrik. Once they cross the barrier, I won’t be able to sense him until we join him on the other side.” She took a step closer to Rylan, chin held high. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear. “If my life is what you require to help me, then so be it. It’s yours.”

She waved at the parchment still shimmering above his head, only to gasp when he closed his fist, extinguishing the scroll before her name had been inscribed across the magical surface.

“Are you mad?” Rylan marched over to her, stopping a few scant inches from her face. “You’re a descendent to the throne. But even if you weren’t, you don’t bargain with your life.” His gaze raked the length of her. “What kind of fool agrees to sacrifice their life so readily?”

“A desperate one.” She scoffed. “It was your idea. Why suggest it if you weren’t going to accept my life as payment?”

“I didn’t expect you to say yes.” He carded his hand through his hair. “You should have countered my proposal. You are in a position to make demands.” He chuckled. “Did your tutors teach you nothing about negotiating?”

“I haven’t had any tutors. I told you. Princess is merely a term my father uses to show his benevolence to his subjects—proof that he cares for his poor child cursed by the gods. So if you think you can bargain my life for gain… You’ll have to consider another form of tribute because if you threaten to kill me my father would merely thank you for doing what he’s been unable to accomplish since the day I was born.” She bit back bitter tears, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. “If you won’t accept my life then what is your price?”

“You seem very sure I have one.”

“We all have one. You’ve seen the extent I’m willing to pay for the safe return of my brother. Surely there’s something I can give you to garner your cooperation.”

His gaze moved along her silhouette, a devilish smile capturing his lips. “As a matter of fact, there is one thing.”

She forced herself to hold his stare. “Name it.”

“You.”

She gawked at him. “But…you just said you wouldn’t accept my life as compensation.”

He moved to her left as he raised his hand, drawing a single finger across her shoulder then down her arm. “Not your life, sweetness. You.”

Shivers followed his touch, goose bumps cascading along her flesh. Her breath hitched, her heart slamming hard against her ribs as he slowly walked around her, his finger never quite leaving her body.

She moistened her lips, wondering when the chamber had gotten so warm. “I…I don’t understand. How can you want me, but not my life?”

His breath feathered across her neck as his mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “Oh, I think you know.”

Tarn grabbed Rylan’s arm as the man stopped in front of her again, giving the prince a shove backwards. “Princess Aelwyn is not a camp whore for the taking. Show some respect.”

Rylan merely arched a brow. “I chose to spare her life. This seems like a satisfactory compromise.” He grinned at her. “You warm my bed for the duration of this quest, and I’ll see that your brother is returned to your dismal kingdom.”

Tarn took a step forward, his hand palmed on Rylan’s chest. “You’re nothing but a vile maggot—”

“Tarn.” Aelwyn snagged his arm. She motioned to her side.

“Princess…” His words died, a disgruntled huff echoing off the walls as he removed his hand, stepping back to her side.

She smiled her thanks, focusing on Rylan again. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you just question how any man could find me wanting?”

Rylan shrugged. “Chances are we’ll die long before we make it to the border of Ravendale. And after a century of being held inside this tomb, I intend to make the most of my last days.”

“Even if the woman is me?”

“You’re not like other women, I’ll grant you that.” He laughed. “You wear men’s breeches and look as if a strong breeze could blow you over, but…I’m not exactly in the position to be picky, am I?” His expression sobered. “Is there a problem? Do you lack the necessary parts to uphold your end of the bargain?”

Tarn brandished his sword. “Curb your tongue, or I’ll cut it out.”

“It’s all right, Tarn. How can I expect civility when my father sat upon his throne and allowed Cane to imprison Roan’s son?”

Tarn glanced at her. “You’re nothing like your father.”

“Yet, until a short time ago, you believed I was the evil that lurked within the castle walls.”

His jaw clenched, a weary sigh rasping free. “Aye. I did. The mistake of a foolish man who couldn’t see beyond the lies he’d been told. The fears of stories and legends. I promise you—I won’t be a fool again.”

She gave his shoulder a pat, doing her best not to flinch. Touching wasn’t an act she was accustomed to. “Change takes time.” She met Rylan’s amused gaze. “Fine. If my body is what it will take to get my brother back, then it’s yours. But make no mistake. This agreement is binding in both directions. Dishonor your end, and your life will be the one that’s forfeit.”

She motioned to his hand, her heart thrashing so fast she felt certain it would beat clear through her chest. Rylan narrowed his eyes, once again studying her before snapping his fingers—another parchment appearing above his palm. She stared at it, noting the wording inscribed on the paper—she’d give herself willingly in exchange for his…temporary allegiance.

A shiver trembled down her spine as she waved her hand, brandishing her mark upon the magical scroll. His appeared next before the paper spun inward, winking out in a flash of red light. A lump surfaced in her throat, this time refusing to be banished. She’d never so much as touched a man, and now…

She shoved aside her fears. She’d known breaking the wards and resurrecting the son of her father’s enemy would have consequences. None of which mattered if they didn’t escape the castle grounds unharmed. She drew a deep breath, ignoring the hint of male musk that seemed determined to weave through her senses. She was obviously more fatigued than she’d anticipated.

She turned to Tarn. “Cane is bound to be watching the main gate if he doesn’t have a legion of men waiting for us outside the passageway.”

“I have men loyal to me. I can get you both out.”

“While I have no doubts that you could, we can’t risk anyone recognizing Rylan for who and what he is.”

Rylan laughed. “And what’s that? A prisoner? A pawn?”

Tarn sneered at him, stepping forward until they were only a breath apart. “Try murderer. Butcher. Mad man.”

Aelwyn separated them when Rylan’s magic flared. “Tarn. You’re not helping.”

Tarn glared over her shoulder. “Have you forgotten the stories of his last battle? He massacred an entire battlement of men.”

“Your army struck first.” Rylan pressed against her back. “Killed women and children as they tried to flee the homes your soldiers set ablaze.”

“It matters not. That battle is long since over.” Aelwyn released her magic outwards, shoving both men back. “But Tarn’s right about one thing. No one has forgotten that day. It’s why your father erected that barrier in the first place. He knew there’d be retaliation for the grievous loss. And with his greatest weapon seemingly lost…” She sighed, turning to face Rylan. “Your identity must be kept secret until Aelrik has been returned and Cane’s lies have been exposed. Only then can you claim your rightful place in Ravendale and perhaps find a way to thwart more bloodshed.”

She waited until Rylan gave her a curt nod before spinning. “Rylan and I will escape through the north forest. I can alter the enchantment protecting one of the gates long enough for us to slip through without Cane being the wiser. You and Bearn can meet us at the foothills on the edge of the village. We’ll have to stay clear of the roads until we’re far enough away we won’t be easily recognized. Agreed?”

Tarn motioned to Rylan. “You trust him not to simply kill you?”

“I’ve channeled his magic.”

“He doesn’t need his magic to slay you, Aelwyn. You’re half his size. He could snap your neck as if it were kindling.”

She glanced at the man in question before giving Tarn a small smile. “I’ll be fine. We’ll wait until the moon has risen above the distant hills. If you’re not there by then—we’ll have to leave.”

Tarn slapped his fist across his heart. “You have my word, Princess. Until Aelrik is safely returned, no harm will befall you as long as I breathe.”

“Or I.” Bearn stepped up beside the captain.

She bowed her head, unsure how to reply. She’d never had anyone pledge allegiance to her, even if it was in order to save her brother. “You must both avoid Cane above all else.”

Tarn nodded. “We’ll stick to the ramparts. Avoid the keep. Cane won’t realize we’re missing until daybreak. But once he does…”

“He’ll send a legion of men after us. And alert every outpost between here and Ravendale.” Aelwyn sighed. “Are you certain—”

“We’re coming with you.” Tarn motioned to the doorway. “After you, Princess.”

She glanced at Rylan, more than aware he’d spent the time studying all three of them. His attempt to acquire Tarn’s sword had both impressed and unnerved her. She was acutely familiar with the stories of his power—his skill as a warrior—having read every tome every written by Aldhaven’s historians on the never-ending feud between the two kingdoms. But nothing compared to being in his presence. Feeling his magic strum through the air like a massive dragon taking a breath. Even several feet away she could sense the heat radiating off his skin as he strove to keep the energy buried. Controlled.

Rylan reminded her a bit of her brother. Determined. Confident. Quick to react. But there was something about the man—a sense of honor she hadn’t expected. She wasn’t sure why he’d changed his mind and chosen not to accept her life as payment. He had every reason to make her family suffer the way her father had made Roan. Deciding to bed her instead…

She frowned. Perhaps he thought deflowering her would result in humiliation. In being shunned from any chance at betrothal—at a life expected by those of royal blood. That lying with the enemy would forever label her as a traitor. Not that any of that mattered. She had no future beyond Aelrik’s return. Sleeping with the heir of Ravendale would bear no marker on that.

Aelwyn moved to the door, taking a deep breath as she eased it open, scanning the corridor. Her barrier still blocked the passageway, the golden threads easing some of the tension in her shoulders. At least there wasn’t a legion of soldiers standing beyond it, ready to wage war. After all she’d endured just breaking the wards—healing Rylan as best she could—she wasn’t certain she could have weathered the strain of hurting any of her father’s men, even in self-defense.

Her magic prickled along her skin as she stopped at the edge of the ward, waiting until all three men were in the tunnel behind her before placing her hand on the surface. The woven wall flared to life, filling the corridor with warm, golden light as it unraveled, each strand shimmering then winking out, leaving a crackle of static in the air.

She darted forward, checking for soldiers before slipping into the night, drawing a deep breath of cool, fresh air. Stars dotted the sky, the hint of moonlight shining off to the east.

Tarn stopped beside her, glancing at the open passageway. “It might be worth the risk to seal the corridor—buy us more time before Cane can confirm we’ve freed his prisoner.”

She nodded. “Cane will know I closed it, but…Bearn. Can you shield some of my energy? Cane might not question a surge of your magic.”

The older man laughed. “Nothing can shield the power you wield, but I’ll do what I can.”

Aelwyn looked at Rylan. “You’d best be on this side of Bearn’s ward.”

The Ravendale Prince merely stepped a few feet closer, looking as if he’d just as soon attack them as help. She shook her head, placing her palms on the rock, focusing her power into the stone—hoping to prevent it from spilling over into the air. The sides of the entrance shook, a loud screech thrumming around them as the structure shimmied then slammed together, effectively closing the tunnel.

“Dark hells.” Rylan shuffled over to her. “You can manipulate earth and air? How is that possible?”

She glanced at Bearn, sighing when he gave her a hardened look. “We need to leave before Cane sends some of his apprentices to investigate the disturbance.”

Rylan stood his ground. “What are you?”

She stared at him, noting the hint of concern in his eyes. “The price of your freedom.” She motioned to Bearn and Tarn. “If it’s too dangerous for you to meet us…”

Tarn chuckled. “We’ll be waiting for you, Aelwyn. Don’t be late.”

She gave the men a smile, watching them dart into the shadows near the inner walls of the keep before nudging Rylan. “The north forest is this way.”

He fell in behind her, his presence somewhat unnerving. For a large man, he moved remarkably silently, his steps hushed against the smattering of grass and dirt.

She paused at the mouth of a small pathway, glancing around before nodding at the winding trail. “This will take us to the outer walls of the castle grounds. There are a number of gates, each protected by wards. We’ll use the one farthest from the castle.”

She let her gaze drift the length of him. He was handsome, in a brutal way, his body more massive than any man she’d ever encountered. Bulging muscles flexed as he moved in closer, his shoulders obscuring the glow of the moon as it slivered above the horizon. Her magic warmed her skin, surging forth as if drawn to the slight red hue of his flesh.

His hands cupped her waist as he leaned in, his mouth brushing along her jaw. “Are you sure it was wise to send away your keepers? Tarn is right. You’re half my size.” He exhaled, the caress of air making her breath hitch. “And we both know you’d never call for help.”

She pursed her lips, confused by the shiver of excitement as the sound of his voice trembled through her. His fingers tightened slightly, slipping down to cup her hips.

Aelwyn swallowed, coughing at the dry rasp to her throat. “I’m not afraid of you.”

His mouth quirked into a smile against her cheek. “You should be.”

“I already offered you my life. If you simply wanted me dead, you’d have accepted.”

“For your sake, I hope you’re right.” He eased back. “It’d be wise if you showed more caution where your enemies are concerned…Princess.”

The glow on her skin increased. “And you’d be wise to remember I’m far from helpless.” She motioned to the pathway. “Are you coming, Rylan, or do you think you’ll fair better against my father’s regiment? Not to mention Cane and his men.”

Rylan grinned, slowly releasing her. “Lead the way…Aelwyn.”

 

And that’s all for this chapter. Please jump over to Jessica Jarman’s blog if you haven’t already and read the next installment of her amazing book, YOUR LIES. Just click on the banner below.

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Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful…

Okay, that’s not really how I think, but some of you might be “young” enough to remember that commercial where Kelly LeBrock would turn to the camera and say that. I hated that commercial, lol. I wonder if that’s why I’m somewhat opposed to makeup? Which brings up this week’s favourite things thread—beauty products.

Now I suppose beauty products don’t have to be makeup. Actually maybe they aren’t. See, this is the problem. I’m not sure I even know what beauty products encompass. But since I hardly use anything, this is an extremely short post.

So, one thing you may or may not know about me. I DON’T WEAR MAKEUP. Ever, really, unless my daughter is in the mood to do a makeover. Not that I think it’s evil. I don’t. I guess I just got this notion that people should appreciate your natural beauty. That eye liner and eye shadow shouldn’t define who I am or how I feel about myself. Trust me, as I get older, I’m starting to wonder if this is a wise choice. Lord knows makeup can hide a wealth of sins, lol.

Despite this aversion to makeup (and let’s be honest. It’s really because I’m just not willing to put the time into it) I do believe in healthy looking skin and trying to slow the aging process. Now, I don’t know if any of those kinds of products work, but I’m giving it the college try with a few I really love.

First. Dove scented body wash. I love Dove liquid soap. LOVE. IT. It leaves my skin soft and the fragrances you can get. Damn, there’s something about knowing you smell good that makes me feel confident. Pretty, even. Like a favourite perfume. I also love that Dove doesn’t leave that sticky, filmy feeling. So yeah, this is one of my favourite beauty products. To the point, I ensure I always have a backup one stored away.

Clairol Preference Hair Colour. I’m not going to even try to deny I colour my hair. I do. Because I personally don’t like grey. Or silver or white or whatever you want to call the lack of pigment in your hair. It makes me feel old. I’m not saying that I don’t like grey hair on others or that it’s not pretty. I just don’t like it for me, lol. Issues, people. Lots and lots of secret issues.

Lastly, I do have a skin regiment that I love. It’s Derm Exclusive by Beachbody. And why is no one surprised that I love a Beachbody product? But I really do love this stuff. Now, I’m not sure if it’s helping with aging skin or preventing it, or slowing it or anything. But it leaves my skin soft and it makes me feel better about it. So whether it helps with wrinkles (that word. I hate that word) or not, I love the way it makes my skin look. And there’s a sunscreen moisturizer included, and we all know that not exposing your skin to the harsh rays of the sun for prolonged time means less visible aging, right? I get my dose of vitamin D during my morning run. Before the sun is nasty, lol.

And that’s really it. I sometimes might use lip balm…hint, there’s one included in the Beachbody set, too, but I do like other lip balms. Blistix is one of my fave… Now I’m sure the other ladies have far more exciting products. Hop on over and see what they have to say.

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a picture’s worth a thousand words—May

It’s the first Monday in May, which means it’s flash picture time. I have to say, these and the song flash fiction posts—while probably the hardest and most time consuming—are my favorite. Now, they wouldn’t be quite so in depth if I could learn to just write a short bit. But, we all know that’s just not me. And the reality is…I don’t care that it’s a flash fiction. I’m not going to compromise what’s in my head because it’s not necessarily part of a book, lol. Though this one…

Anyway, here’s the photo…

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So, I wasn’t sure what to do, then damn it, what popped into my head was another scene between Kei and Gabriel. My fire mage and accidentally summoned angel. And since I’ve left this to Sunday yet again, I’m going with it. If you want to read the first bit, you can find it at this post… Key and Gabriel part 1. It’s not required, but some folks don’t like starting anywhere but the beginning. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy…

 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Gabriel. Don’t stand near the damn lamplight. We’re in the middle of town. Do you want everyone to see you?”

Gabriel glared at the man standing off to his right. Kei. A fire mage, or so he claimed. Gabe still wasn’t convinced the guy wasn’t a demon posing as something less evil. Less dark. Not that it mattered. Most of the sorcerers he’d met walked a fine line when it came to moral fortitude, usually straying into the shadows rather than staying in the light. And Gabe wasn’t getting his hopes up that Kei was any different.

Gabriel crossed his arms on his chest. “Unlike you, Mage, I don’t make a habit of skulking in the dark.”

Kei cocked an eyebrow at him, his gaze traveling the length of Gabe’s body. “Then mask your damn wings and put on the shirt I gave you, unless you like walking around with nothing but some pants covering you.” He snorted. “I thought you angels were all about secrecy? Hiding what you were and some bullshit? Not messing with humans.” He waved at him. “Anyone with half a brain can tell those wings are real. Fuck, they’re practically glowing.”

Gabe clenched his jaw. While he knew the other man wasn’t a match for his sheer power, Gabe didn’t want to confess it required every bit of strength he had just to walk. If he admitted how weak he felt, it’d give Kei a chance to overtake him. Use some ancient spell to steal Gabe’s grace.

He firmed his stance. “I wasn’t the one who orchestrated all of this.”

“And I was? As I’ve told you more than a dozen times, I summoned a blood demon. Blame this unfortunate pairing on a higher power than me, buddy, because I did everything right. Something else intervened.” He snorted. “Poetic justice, I suppose. Obviously, my life wasn’t fucked up enough, already.”

“So you claim, and I doubt your shirt will fit.”

“Leave the damn sides open if you have to. That’s better than what you’ve got. Which is nothing. Now hide your damn wings and get out of the light until I can get us somewhere safe for the night.”

Gabe muttered under his breath, moving away from the soft glow of the streetlight, stopping just past a blue door. Darkness gathered around him, and he resisted the urge to brighten it with a hint of his power. Chase away the evil that lurked in the hidden recesses of this world—even if he was the only one who felt it.

He glanced at Kei. The man hadn’t stopped scouring the street and surrounding buildings since they’d left the cemetery. As if he were searching for something. Someone. Though it didn’t look as if the mage was hoping to find it. In fact, the sorcerer seemed…restless.

Gabe turned away. He didn’t need to fuel the connection between them any more than it already was. Strengthen the link created by Kei’s spell. It was a byproduct of the summoning—a fusion of Kei’s life-force with his own. And the only reason Gabe had survived the ordeal. No wonder the other man appeared weak. Gabe could only imagine how much of his power Kei had given in the hopes of gaining his prize. It also meant Gabe was more than tied to the man. Gabe was bound. Physically. Emotionally.

His cock stirred within the confines of the denim Kei had given him. Just Gabe’s luck, the sorcerer would have called to him before the spell. Long tousled brown hair that hung in an unruly mess about his head. Strong, rippling muscles that seemed to flex with every small movement. The man looked more like a warrior than a sorcerer, his shoulders nearly as wide as Gabe’s. But it was the Kei’s eyes that intrigued Gabe the most. Deep green, they rivaled the color of the leaves that rustled in the wind beside the sacred pool. The kind of gaze that drew Gabe in and refused to let go.

Gabe shook away the thoughts. Obviously having Kei’s power pulse inside him… It was more than distracting. It was dangerous. And a road Gabe couldn’t travel. Especially if the man lived up to Gabe’s assumptions.

Merrick.

Gabe prayed Kei was wrong. That once Gabe had regained his power, Kei would reveal the truth. One that didn’t involve a man he’d once called brother. A man he’d thought had perished centuries ago. Though if Kei was telling the truth…

Kei grabbed his wrist and yanked him farther into the grayed shadows, snapping Gabe back. The mage chuckled. “You are one stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” He shook his head. “Your wings.”

Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally assessing if he could spare the energy to make the glimmer work, when Kei tugged him against his chest, before he spun, shoving Gabe’s back against the wall as he palmed the surface on either side of Gabe’s body. Kei pressed in close, sparring a quick glance over his shoulder before turning back to Gabe.

The mage leaned in, his breath caressing Gabe’s jaw. “Put you hands on my waist and look as if you want to pull me even closer.”

“What the…get off me—”

Kei silenced him with a brush of his mouth over his. “There’s a water demon at the end of the street, and I sure as shit don’t have the power to go up against it right now. And with you practically casting a fucking spotlight on the fact you’re an angel…” He looked over his shoulder again. “It’d be best for both of us if it just continued on its way. Didn’t give us a second glance. And there’s nothing like public shows of affection to make people uncomfortable. Even folks possessed by demons.”

Gabe stiffened. He didn’t have the strength to wage a battle. Not yet. Hell, he couldn’t even put up a glimmer.

Kei eased back ever so slightly. “I can still see your wings, Gabe. You got a death wish I’m unaware of?” Kei stared at him, then huffed. “Shit, you can’t, can you? You’re not strong enough.”

Gabe sneered at him. “Despite how it might appear, casting a convincing glimmer to hide my purity is extremely taxing. A feat requiring a great deal of power. Normally, I can toss one up without thinking about it—”

“But you’re out of juice. Fuck.” Kei sparred a quick peek down the street. “Damn it, it’s still coming this way. And there’s nowhere else to go.” He met Gabe’s stare. “Two choices. I challenge it, or I give you the energy you need to hide those damn feathers. Pray it walks past. Either way, I won’t be much help for a while. I haven’t recharged nearly enough.”

Gave furrowed his brow. “You expect me to believe you’d risk your life for me?”

“Not every being other than your self-righteous brothers and sisters are evil, buddy. And I didn’t exactly ask for this.” He glanced away for a moment. “I hate to admit it, but…not sure I’d even buy you enough time to get away if I challenge it. I’m…” His voice faded. “Oh, fuck it.”

Kei moved one hand to the back of Gabe’s head, spearing his fingers through Gabe’s hair as he fisted the strands, holding Gabe’s head still. He closed the distant, giving Gabe one gentle brush of his mouth before sealing his lips to Gabe’s. Gabe gasped, moaning when the man slipped his tongue inside, tangling it with his. Spicy heat engulfed his senses, followed by a rush of pure power.

Kei hummed, deepening the kiss as more of his life-force curled through Gabe, coiling heat low in his core. Kei’s muscles tensed, flexing beneath Gabe’s hands before the man slowly eased back, his forehead resting against his. Gabe blinked open his eyes as tiny sparks flashed across Kei’s skin, bursting into shards of warm, orange light before winking out. The mage’s breath mixed with his, the rough exhalations matching Gabe’s.

Energy surged along Gabriel’s flesh, swirling inward as he used the power to mask his appearance, grunting as his wings trembled, fluttering wildly against the gray stone behind him before retracting, leaving a light sheen of sweat along his skin. He drew in a few shaky breaths, relaxing slightly as the straining in his muscles eased. He glanced at his arms, watching as the last of his golden glow sank back into his flesh.

Key clenched his jaw, moving his hand to the wall again, bracing it beside Gabe’s head as footsteps echoed close by. Kei held firm, shifting his eyes slightly as a man moved into view beyond Kei’s shoulder. They guy glanced at them, frowning as he mumbled something under his breath, turning away in seeming disgust. A shudder raced along Kei’s limbs as his head bowed forward.

Gabe pushed against the man’s chest. “You can move, now.”

Kei lifted his head, pain creasing the edges of his mouth. “Wait until it’s out of sight.”

Gabe pursed his lips, looking up the street, waiting until the stranger had crossed the road and disappeared down another alley. He let his head fall against the building, raising his brow in question. “That good enough for you?”

“Must you be such an ass?” Kei twisted, obviously checking for himself, before he nodded. “We should try to avoid any further contact until we’re able to hold our own.”

“There’s no us once I regain my strength.”

Kei flashed him a cocky grin. “I never said there was. I was merely making a suggestion.” He grunted, shoulders slumping. “How long can you hold that glimmer?”

“A while.” Gabe sighed. He wouldn’t be feeling half as strong if the other man hadn’t given up more of his energy. He surveyed the sorcerer. “You okay?”

Kei shoved off the wall, taking half a dozen shaky steps back. “Fine. But we’ve still got a few more blocks to go before we reach my place. We should head out.” He turned, tripping onto one knee—his hand smacking the pavement as it bridged the rest of his weight.

Gabe darted over to him, kneeling at his side. He brushed back the man’s messy locks, frowning at Kei’s obvious pain. “You gave me too much.”

Kei snorted. “You needed to mask your appearance. What good is holding some back if we’re both dead?”

“What if that demon had recognized me for what I am?”

“Then I’d be dead, and it still wouldn’t matter.”

Gabe blew out a long breath. “Why did you help me? You could have run.”

Kei glanced at him, the smugness Gabe had expected to see in Kei’s expression noticeably absent. “I’m far from innocent, but even I don’t want the blood of an angel on my conscience. Especially since you’re here because of me.” He drew in a few ragged pants. “You should go ahead. I’ll follow when I can.”

Gabe cocked his brow. “I still think you’re hiding the truth from me, Mage, but…” He wrapped his arm under Kei’s, levering him up. “I’ll help you get to this refuge you seek. Payback for what you did.”

Kei grunted, the strain to simply move his feet forward painfully obvious. “And here I thought you were still pissed because I’d summoned you.”

“You didn’t have to give me your power. It was actually quite foolish, considering I could kill you with nothing more than my hands right now.”

“You. Merrick. My future seems to hold the same end, regardless.”

Gabe, studied Kei. If the man was lying about Merrick’s involvment, Gabe certainly couldn’t sense it. Though that didn’t mean Kei was honorable. Or even trying to do as he’d claimed.

Gabe balanced their weight as they moved slowly along the sideway. “Thank you.”

Kei chuckled. “Don’t thank me, yet. Shit could still go wrong.”

Gabe sighed, ignoring the way the man’s body felt dangerously right against his. This was nothing more than erasing a debt. Helping someone in return for their kindness. It didn’t mean anything. And it sure as hell didn’t mean Gabe was hanging around. That he cared.

 

And that’s it for me. Now bounce on over to the other ladies and see what stroke of genius they created this week.

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Gwendolyn Cease  |  Kayleigh Jones  |  Kellie St. James

 

 

Sam I am…

How is it the end of April? Wasn’t it just February? Dear god. And I’m behind. As usual. Though I digress. It’s Wednesday and another random blog post. Though, with them happening every week, on the same day….hmm, not quite random, lol. Okay, just the topics, I suppose.

Anyway, this week is a writing related post. The concept is simple. Write what you know…do I support this theory or kick it to the curb and just rebel? Dear god. Another topic where it’s neither yes nor no. More of a combination of both. No, I’m not just indecisive—well, I am at times, but that’s not the reason behind my fence sitting. It really is a bit of both.

So…write what you know. Why I agree.

Basically, it adds authenticity to your story. For example. I used to fly helicopters for a living. Now, I’m not saying I’m an expert, but… I have a pretty damn good understanding of how they work, what they’d be used for. The range, type, etc. And I think this shows in the books where one of my characters is a pilot. Okay, so it’s always been the female lead…sue me. I like strong women. But I also think having actually done the act gives me a unique insight over just reading about it during research. I’ve frozen my ass off in northern places. Had wind gusts drop the machine a few hundred feet in the blink of an eye. Had to land in less than desirable places.

This holds true for other aspects. Did you study anthropology? Then you might know a thing or two about dig sites, procedures. Customs of ancient tribes. Do you travel? Great. Write a story based in a country you’ve been to. This experience means you know if the small town has cobble streets or if there’s even a restaurant open past six pm. (Don’t laugh. There’s a small town on the north end of the island where they roll the sidewalks up at five. You have maybe five places to eat after that, mostly pizza joints.) Hell, they don’t even have a Tim Horton’s! I know. Believe me, I know.

Anyway, writing what you know means less research and more accurate descriptions. And when you’re connected to a subject by experience, I do think it shows through. Gives it a natural depth. It also gives you confidence. You don’t worry if you’ve gotten the facts wrong. If Wiki screwed you over this time because someone decided to ‘update’ the post, lol. So, in many ways, I follow this credence. I tend to write what I know. Of course, I’ve had quite the ‘varied’ past. Basically, I’ve done lots of jobs because I had a hard time settling on anything. You know how it is… squirrel.

But there are times when you need to branch out. Mostly because you love a genre or time period or want to challenge yourself. I love the Old West. LOVE. IT. Yes, I watched every damn episode of Dr. Quinn. The third Back to the Future is my favourite. And I loved a short lived show called—Legend, staring Richard Dean Anderson, set in the late 1800s. Oh, and don’t forget about HELL ON WHEELS. Anson Mount! The train race of the 1860s ish… it’s a fantastic show, though at times too ‘realistic’ for me.

And thus, I have more than a couple of books set in this time. But here’s the thing. I’m not a history buff. I don’t have lots of experience in the subject, which means I spend a lot of time looking stuff up. When did towns get indoor plumbing? Showers? What about double action pistols and rifles? What towns were serviced by trains? Hell, did men really where Stetson hats? Now, it’s not as if I can go back in time and live the lifestyle, but it’s definitely a different writing experience than a flight scene. I can crash a chopper with the best of them 😉

And let’s not forget sex scenes. I doubt every author has experienced every type of sexual scene they’ve written about. I’ll confess. I haven’t. (But damn I’d love to try a few of them out…one day. When I have a boyfriend.) Anyway, it’s really no different than branching out and writing a genre you’re unfamiliar with.

Damn, that’s a lot of words to say… ehhh. Whatever.

In the end, I think for people starting out with their first book or two—write what you know. What you love. What gets you excited about writing. There’s always time to branch out and the confidence knowledge brings to the table will be indispensable.

Now check out the other ladies, who probably said all of this in like five sentences. Kind of makes you long for those wordless Wednesdays or the five words or less post.

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RED SKY DAWNING ~ chapter two

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It’s that time again. Chapter two of my erotic fantasy story…up for your enjoyment. And don’t forget. Anyone who leaves a comment will be entered to win a $20.00 Amazon gift card. It’s free money to spend, folks. And if you jump over to Jessica Jarman’s blog, she’s also giving one away for comments left for her amazing New Adult serial, YOUR LIES. Just click on her banner at the bottom of this post.

You can read the previous chapters here… Prologue. Chapter One. Or via WattPad if that’s your thing, though you do need to create an account for WattPad.

 

Chapter Two

“Dark hells, his soul has been bound to this wretched tomb by a blood spell.”

A voice. A woman’s voice.

“Aelwyn. Breaking a blood spell could kill him, but more likely just kill you. I’m not sure even you’re strong enough to withstand the pain.”

A man. Older. His pitch rising as fear wove through it.

Gentle fingers brushed across Rylan’s forehead, grazing his cheeks before cupping his face. Mumbled words he couldn’t make out echoed around him, building pressure along his torso then down his legs. The air thickened, pressing against his chest, slowly wrapping around his throat, crushing every attempt to breathe. He fought against the force holding him down, managing to lift his hand—wrap his fingers around one, small wrist.

The chanting stopped for a moment, lips grazing his ear. “I know this is uncomfortable, but you have to try and keep still. I’m almost…”

Her voice rasped into a groan as the pressure increased, pain lacing the jumbled words that followed. His limbs shook, a scream tearing from his chest as his skin seemed to stretch in all directions. Colored specks danced in the darkness before they billowed outwards, exploding in streaks of shattered light, finally releasing him. He gasped in a breath, his hand falling to his side as soothing warmth seeped through his skin, a calming glow beckoning him from the gray.

Rylan rolled his head to the side, blinking in an attempt to open his eyes. More pain flared through his temples, sealing his eyelids shut before he’d done more than catch a faint glimpse of light. Low murmurs scratched at his conscience, the noise stopping him from fading back into the darkness.

The warm feeling intensified, prickling his skin, easing the stabbing ache in his skull. The sensation wove through his veins, skipping down his body, lifting the numbing weariness from his muscles. He blinked again, this time prying open his eyes. Long brown hair streaked with gold framed a delicate, feminine face, her green eyes full of compassion. Her fingers lingered on his chin, a soft, aura illuminating her skin.

She gave him a smile, tilting her head to the side. “Welcome back. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to help you. It’s been so long…”

He frowned as her voice trailed off into a rough breath, her eyes closing for a moment as a shiver trembled along her body. There was no mistaking the pain creasing her face. The dark smudges beneath her eyes. Her fingers shook against his jaw, the obvious strain tensing her muscles. He raised his hand, brushing his thumb along her cheek. Bits of ash laced her skin, but he focused on the soft caress of flesh beneath his—the way wisps of soft golden light swirled just below the surface before winking out.

She gave him a stunning smile, her fingers grazing his, when footsteps echoed behind her. He blinked again, shifting his gaze, finally registering his surroundings. Dank stone walls wavered in the flickering torchlight, shadows dancing along the edges of the chamber. Two men stood near the border of light, faces masked, weapons drawn but at rest. Cold bit into his back, the hard surface bleeding through the warm glow he’d felt earlier. Memories tumbled through his mind, lingering images of chains and blood spurring him into action.

He yanked his hand away, rolling in the opposite direction, falling off the stone platform he’d been resting on. Hard rock jarred his body as he hit the ground, the sharp jolt clearing the foggy feeling in his head. He sprang to his feet, swaying against one of the walls when his equilibrium shifted, the room suddenly tilting to the left.

The woman skirted to the side, gaze fixed on him. She arched a brow. “Despite my best efforts, you’re not quite ready to wage war.”

Rylan drew himself up. He’d rot in the dark pits of hell before he showed any sign of weakness. “Who are you? A witch? Where am I?”

An amused smile quirked one side of her mouth. “I’m Aelwyn, and I’m not a witch.” She waved at the chamber. “You’re in a dungeon beneath Aldhaven’s Castle Keep, though I think you know that. I can’t see Cane sparing you the knowledge of where he planned to keep you entombed.”

Rylan sneered at the mention of the vile name. He’d see Cane’s blood spilled along his blade before he left this realm.

“I see you remember Cane. I lifted his blood spell. The one that kept you trapped here.” She sighed, shaking her head. “The man plays with power he can’t hope to control. He’s lucky it didn’t kill you.”

“I doubt it would have worried him if it had.” He studied her, glancing at the men behind her. “Why did you break his spell?”

“Other than because it was wrong of him to imprison you?”

Rylan glared at her. “Do you take me for a fool? Your garb bears the mark of Aldhaven. You serve Cane and his puppet king, Aern.”

Anger rose in her cheeks, the green in her eyes darkening. “I have never served Cane, and I will die before I pledge my allegiance to him.”

“And what of King Aern? What loyalty do you have to the throne?”

Her jaw flexed, sadness reflecting in her eyes. “I’m loyal to the true heir of Aldhaven—Prince Aelrik.”

“Heir? Aern has not fathered any…” His breath caught, some of her words replaying in his head. He took a step toward her, ignoring how the men matched it. “How long have I been down here?”

The lines around her mouth tightened, and she shifted her weight between her feet, a weary sigh finally lighting the air. “About a century.”

He coughed out a few breaths, trying to process the shock. A century? Entombed in this…dungeon? He glanced the length of his body. He didn’t feel a hundred years older.

“You haven’t aged, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her voice sounded strangely soft. “It wouldn’t have served Cane’s purpose to have you become anything less than the warrior he’d imprisoned.”

He looked at her, anger bleeding through the disbelief. “Is that supposed to be a blessing, witch? Do you think it justifies what he’s done?”

She flinched at the harsh tone as she held up her hands. “I assure you, had Aelrik been able to release you sooner, he would have. It was going to be his first act as king. He knows who you are—why you were taken. He wanted to make it right.”

“Make it right!” Rylan marched over to her, taking her wrists in his hands. “How can you make losing a hundred years right? Friends. Family. Many are likely dead and buried, all while I rotted away inside some kind of enchanted tomb!”

Twin blades gleamed in the torchlight, the edges pointed a few scant inches from his face.

The younger of the two men leaned closer, placing the tip of his sword next to Rylan’s throat. “I’d be very careful how you proceed. She’s the only one in here who doesn’t want to see your blood pool on the ground.”

He gathered his power, feeling it breathe through him as he unleashed the hold he’d used to keep it in check. Buried. He stared at her, watching her eyes widen in recognition as he released her arms, moving several steps back. “Then perhaps she shouldn’t have woken me.”

Aelwyn lunged at him. “No. Wait!”

Flames sparked to life in his hands, racing along his arms until his entire upper body was consumed by flickering red light, licking upwards at the air. He clenched his fists, focusing all his power at the man guarding the wooden door to the tomb. Fire shot forward, hissing as it hit an invisible force, sending it billowing toward the ceiling. Pain erupted in his head, dropping him to his knees as he palmed his temples, his power coiling tight before sinking down inside him again.

Small fingers dug into his scalp followed by another rush of intense, warm light. He tried to pull away, but they held him firm, low murmurs sounding through the room.

Time faded until the pain eased and Aelwyn raised his chin, making direct eye contact before frowning. “Are you in such a hurry to die you’re willing to kill yourself before you’ve taken a single step outside?” She released him, more of those strange golden wisps dancing along her skin before seemingly fading into her.

He pulled free, stumbling backwards until he hit the wall. He stared at his hands. His magic strummed beneath his flesh, the red tinge coloring his skin. He reached for it, assuring himself it still lived within him before sneering at her. “What have you done to me?”

She arched one pretty brow at him. “I’m not a fool, either. I know what you’re capable of. How strong your magic is. There’s a reason you hadn’t lost a battle before coming here. But you’d never faced someone like Cane—been blindsided like that. Attacked when all you sought was peace.”

“There’s no hope for peace—not between our kingdoms.” He nodded at the lone platform. “That’s what attempts at peace get you in Aldhaven.”

“Not everyone shares Cane’s opinions…” She glanced at the other two men, sighing. “Rylan, son of Roan. Heir to the throne of Ravendale.”

He laughed, gaining his feet before leaning against the wall. “So you do know who I am. Is that why you freed me, witch? Do you hope to gain favor with my father? Is he even alive?”

“Stop calling me a witch. I’ve already told you I’m not.”

“Then what are you?”

She pursed her lips together, releasing a slow breath. “An outcast. A relic from a time long before you were born. Before greed and power split our realms. And Roan is still king. But I have no wish for favors from him.” She squared her shoulders. “It’s your help I need.”

He smiled, allowing a single flame to flicker to life from his fingers. He watched the way it danced, allowing the steady strum of energy to calm his nerves before glancing at her over the wavering red light. “What did you do to my magic?”

Aelwyn glanced down. “I merely channeled it. You can still use it to defend yourself or us, but any attempts to target it against us or someone I deem worthy…” She cocked her head. “You’ve seen what happens.”

“And you claim you’re not a witch. How else would you be able to work such…powerful spells?”

“As I told Bearn…the world’s not as simple as everyone thinks. And for the last time, I’m not a witch.”

He pushed out a long breath. Every flex of her muscles, every twitch of her mouth told him she was speaking the truth. Her hatred for Cane practically rolled off her in visible waves. So why was she hiding the true nature of her power from him? As if she thought it’d scare him? Repulse him.

He pushed off the wall, walking in a slow arc from one side of the chamber to the other, keeping them in front of him. If he could get to one of the men’s swords… “You spoke of needing my help.”

Aelwyn glanced at the older man, then back to him. “I mentioned that I was loyal to the true heir of Aldhaven.”

He smirked. “Your precious Prince Aelrik. You mentioned that right before you tried to kill me.”

“The spell won’t kill you. And if you’d allowed me to explain before wielding your magic…you wouldn’t have been hurt.”

Her words washed over him, and he glanced away, gently flexing his muscles. Though he distinctly remembered falling to the ground in agony, all traces of pain were gone. As if it’d never happened. Rylan looked at the woman—Aelwyn. Her hair had been braided back from her face, the rest left to cascade along her shoulders and down her back. She was beautiful, but in a way he’d never seen before. Pure.

His gaze skipped along her torso. Her body looked remarkably strong for her size—easily several inches shorter than him. Firm muscles moved beneath her pale skin, with just enough curves to soften her silhouette. But her hands—they barely looked capable of holding the sword sheathed behind her back, though they’d been surprisingly strong when they’d touched him.

A ghostly image wavered in his mind, the echoed voice of a seer playing through his head.

He shook away the memories, drawing his focus back to Aelwyn’s face. The dark smudges beneath her eyes had deepened, as if she’d weakened further since he’d woken. Even the slight tremble in her hands had increased. As if sensing his thoughts, she crossed her arms on her chest, effectively shutting him out.

Rylan ran a hand through his hair, wondering where this discussion was going. “Do you have a point?”

The brave warrior was back, her chin held high, her mouth pulled tight. “My br…” She paused, clenching her jaw before continuing. “The Prince was attacked two nights ago on the castle grounds. I believe he’s been taken to Ravendale as tribute for Merek, Roan’s advisor.”

“I’m aware of who Merek is, sweetness. I grew up there. But what you’re suggesting is treason. Merek’s not the kind of man to tempt my father’s patience with such traitorous plans.” He arched a brow. “Or are you suggesting my father’s behind the abduction?”

“No.”

“Not that it matters if he is. Your king took his son. Seems only fitting…”

“So you’d put your people at risk to get revenge on a man who’s nothing more than a shell of what he once was? You’d watch your kingdom destroyed for selfish pride?”

Rylan grinned, allowing the flame in his hand to bounce above his palm. “I’m having a hard time seeing the downside in this. You’ve released me, and my father has revenge. A way of bargaining for my release. I’m unclear how that will result in the devastation of my people.” His grin flourished. “Perhaps you should have thought this through.”

“Your father’s gone mad. He has as much knowledge and control over your kingdom as Aern does over mine.” She snagged her lip, looking uncharacteristically unsure before releasing her worried flesh. “It’s Cane. He wants to start another war.”

“Another?” Rylan scoffed. “When, exactly, did the war end?”

Aelwyn sighed. “After you…disappeared, your father had his priests erect a barrier around Ravendale. Only those born within the kingdom can pass. Others require an escort to safely breech the wards. It has resulted in a false form of peace for some time.”

“It sounds as if my father found a way to achieve what I couldn’t. Why would I risk that for you? Even if you were to give me my freedom?”

“Because your people are dying, Rylan.” She took a few steps closer, the golden light shimmering across her skin as if sensing her unrest. “That barrier is killing your crops and your livestock. Killing your people. If Roan doesn’t remove it soon—they’ll be nothing left but weathered bones.”

“Killing…” He extinguished the flame, moving slightly toward her. “How do you…” He paused, giving himself a mental shake. He’d been asleep too long—had seemingly forgotten his negotiating skills. “You seem to have a way with spells and barriers. Why don’t you simply lift my father’s wards?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Are you saying you can’t break it?”

“Of course, I can break it. But…” Her lips quirked, fading into a slight frown. “Ravendale’s barrier isn’t a simple spell. It’s a living, breathing entity. The priests who’ve fashioned it weave their magic through it as if its an extension of their physical body. After all this time, it’s become a part of them. To destroy it…” A shiver trembled through her. She glanced at the men on either side of her, sighing. “To destroy it would be to destroy them. Only they can extinguish it and still live.”

His chuckle was fuller. Deeper. “Oh, sweetness. Do you honestly expect me to believe you’d mourn the loss of a handful of my people?”

“I’d prefer not to have innocent blood on my conscience.”

He glanced at the men. The younger was obviously a warrior, bearing the mark of captain on his garb. The other—even from across the room, Rylan could feel the older man’s magic strumming around him, vibrating the air with its unrest. The man was a master sorcerer.

Rylan motioned to them. “Even if that’s the truth, I don’t think your captain and master share your reservations.”

She took one more step forward. “I will not shed Ravendale blood. There’s been enough to stain the land for a thousand centuries to come.”

He raised a brow, then continued pacing, still working out a way to get one of their swords. “So what is it you need from me?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I need you to get me through the barrier—help find Aelrik then return us to our land.”

He stopped, drumming his finger on his lips. “You want me to be your guide?”

“If that’s what you’d like to call it…then yes.”

“All for the safe return of your Prince?”

“Have you not been listening? He’s the only hope both our realms have of ever finding peace. Real peace—not the kind manifested by illusions and magic. Aelrik is not his father’s son. I promise you that.”

He released a heavy breath, shaking his head. “You’re in love with him—Prince Aelrik. Why didn’t I realize that from the start?”

Her brows furrowed into a crease across her forehead. “Of course, I love him.”

“So this is a lover’s quest?”

“Lovers? Why would you suggest that?”

“Sweetness, there’s only two types of men a woman risks her life for—her lover or her son. And you’re not old enough to have a son. What are you, thirty years? Less? Have you even reached the age of consent?”

“I’m thirty-five. And what has that got to do with anything? Aelrik’s not my son.”

“No, because he’s your lover. Or are you merely in love with him? Does he even know you exist? Dressed the way you are…” He sighed. “I don’t recall seeing many Aldhaven maidens garbed as warriors.”

“I’m not—”

“Is this in an effort to gain his affections?” Rylan moved closer, smiling inwardly when her captain followed suit. “Are you hoping he’ll return your feelings if you save him?”

“I…”

Rylan stopped abreast of her, using his height to try and intimidate her. “Do you honestly think any man could ever want you?”

Tears gathered behind her eyes, her obvious pain coiling guilt in his chest. He had every right to lash out, to hurt those who’d imprisoned him. So why did the mere sight of her glassy eyes tear at him?

Her captain lunged forward, brandishing his blade. Rylan reacted, spinning away before, twisting back, catching the man on his left side. The captain landed an elbow to Rylan’s chest, winding him slightly before catching him in the jaw. Rylan grabbed a hold of the man’s arm and shoulder as he reeled backwards, gaining ground, when the air around them crackled.

Aelwyn raised her hands, those golden wisps shimmering to the surface of her skin. “Enough!”

The glow billowed outwards, exploding in a burst of yellow light. The air swirled around him, tossing him backwards against the wall. Colored dots swam across his vision as a force held him pinned to the stone, his feet dangling above the ground.

She stormed closer, the yellow aura intensifying until he had to squint against the glare. “Don’t mistake my gender for weakness. That kind of error could well be your last.”

He blinked, chest heaving, his magic writhing in protest beneath his flesh. It coiled tighter, small flashes shooting out, spinning with hers until the red dimmed to a warm orange.

Aelwyn’s mouth gaped open, her eyes widening in shock before she waved her hands, removing the invisible hold as quickly as it’d manifested. He dropped to the hard surface, bracing his weight against the wall to stop from continuing down onto the damp rock. Aelwyn’s labored breathing drew his attention. Her body shook, head bowing to her chest as she tripped to one knee before gathering her composure and pushing herself upright. She met his gaze then turned, taking a few shaky steps away before her shoulders drooped and she spun, once again focusing on him.

“I’m sorry. You have every reason to be angry. To be suspicious of what I claim. To hate me for nothing more than my heritage.”

Rylan watched the last of her magic wink out. “You control air? But I thought you were some kind of fire mage? Why else would your skin glow?”

She didn’t answer, just let her gaze run the length of his body. “Did I hurt you?”

He stared at her. Something in the tone of her voice, the pleading look in her eyes, compelled him to answer. “I’m fine.”

“I could…” She moved toward him a few feet before stopping—physically drawing herself back. She took what looked like a series of calming breaths before raising her gaze to his. “I’m here to make you a proposition.”

He rubbed his shoulder where it’d impacted with the wall. “What kind of proposition?”

“An exchange. You help me—”

“Us, Aelwyn.” Her captain stepped forward. “Bearn and I are part of this, now.”

She glanced at the man. “I can’t ask you to willingly commit treason, Tarn. Bearn, either.”

“Prince Aelrik was my responsibility. It’s my duty to see to his safe return. Even Cane will have to acknowledge that.”

She snorted. “Once he discovers you’re with me, any loyalty to you or Bearn will be severed. You know this.”

Tarn shook his head. “Matters not. We’re accompanying you, so you’d best make peace with it.”

A hint of a smile quirked her lips before she glanced at the older man, nodding when he merely arched a brow. She focused back on Rylan. “You will help us gain safe passage to Ravendale, see us through the barrier and back again—after we’ve freed Prince Aelrik.”

Rylan leaned against the stone, tilting his head as if he were actually contemplating it. “And in return?”

“Once we’re safely back in Aldhaven, I’ll release the spell binding your magic. And you’ll be free to return to Ravendale.”

“And if I refuse?”

Her expression hardened. “I will get Aelrik back. At any cost.”

His lips lifted into a smile. “Then I have a proposal for you, sweetness.”

 

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I need to go back in time…

Another week and another Wednesday Random post. I was sort of hoping for one of those picture only ones, lol. Though when do I only ever post images? Never. I know. Hey, at least I’m not shy…

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So this week it’s a subject I could probably waste more than a few pages on, because it’s one of my biggest time drains. I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME ON…

I know. Trust me, I know. The list is probably as long as Santa’s…just not sure if it’s the naughty or nice one:) So I’ll have to restrict it. At least we all know that things like cooking, cleaning, organizing… won’t be on the list. And neither will exercising, because that’s always a great use of my time, and always the right amount, lol. The only question is will the limited version be numerical or alphabetical?

1— The Internet. No. One. Is. Surprised. And I don’t mean doing work or research. I mean just looking random shit up. Reviews for items I might want to buy. What the weather’s like in Ireland this time of year. Looking up names for characters because I can never make up my mind.

2—Social Media. I’m not hugely addicted, but yeah, I often scroll through FaceBook or Tumblr when I should be writing. Editing. It’s a time drain. You jump in then three random IQ tests later, you’re down an hour.

3—Binge watching Netflix or another streaming program. And I can watch quite a bit when I’m in the mood. Teenagers don’t help. More often than not one of my kids (insert Jared’s name here 🙂 will put on a show, like the Flash, or a movie. And even if I’ve seen it more than once, I get sucked in. And it’s so shiny, so pretty…I just can’t look away. Sometimes I’ll plan work items I think I can multitask on for while I’m watching, but let’s face it. I could do lots of other things other than this.

4—Being a taxi driver. While this area has improved a bit since Kyle got his driver’s licence. And because he’s a great kid who’s usually willing to be my driving minion. I still spend way too much time driving teenagers around. School, hockey, aerial arts, friends’ houses. Tim Hortons! No, I take that back. It’s always time well spent going to Timmy’s. But you get the gist. And it’s not like you can accomplish much while driving.

5—Staring a my computer, wishing my story would write itself. And it’s sad how often this happens, sigh.

6—Pixelmator. While most of the time I’m using this program for work—to make book covers and other graphics—there’s lots of time I just play. 🙂 The same with Everweb. I get on there and just start having fun. Decide now’s a good time to redo my website, or make a cover for a book that’s not releasing for months, lol. But I love it, so… it’s all good.

Those are my major time drains. Go check out the other ladies and see what’s on their list.

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Song flash fiction—I will possess your heart.

So it’s time for another song flash fiction. And this month it’s the song, I WILL POSSESS YOUR HEART by Cab for Cutie. I don’t think it’s a surprise that this wasn’t my choice, lol. I’ve actually never heard it before, but it’s not too bad. If you’d like to give it a listen, here you go…now there are a few different versions of this one. One has a four minute instrumental at the beginning, but I believe this is the ‘radio’ version.

Like all flash fictions, they’re always harder than they seem. It’s as if every idea flies away once it’s time to write. And I know I’m taking this in a completely different direction. At least, I’m betting on it. So, without further delay, here’s my music flash fiction based…

 

“An angel?” Kei scrubbed a hand down his face as his head tilted forward. “They sent me a fucking angel?”

Fire licked across his skin, the tiny arcs flashing bright in the darkness. Anger fuelled the flames, burning the yellow wisps into a deep crimson. Of all the bloody fuck ups…

Kei crossed the cemetery, stopping just shy of the symbol he’d inscribed on the ground. Black ash coated the parched dirt, traces of blood baked into the grooves scored across the land. He stared at the man crouched within the circle, muscles strained, creamy skin gleaming in the moonlight. Crisp white feathers fluttered in the breeze, his wings still unfurled across his back. Sweat beaded the guy’s flesh, trailing down the strong curve of his spine. Summonings weren’t pleasurable for demons. For angels—they killed as often as they succeeded.

Key frowned. He’d cast a fire enchantment. Used more than a bit of his blood and all the damn power he could spare as payment. A desperate last effort to prolong his life just enough to hunt and kill the wizard who’d cursed him to this fucking realm. The god damn human world. The one sorcerer who could destroy this dimension and a dozen more like it if Kei didn’t end the war before it began. He’d expected a blood demon. A soulless vessel he could possess until he’d found his prey. Preserve what little strength he had left before the final battle.

And he’d fucking deserved one. Fire enchantments were tricky. Risky. He would have gladly accepted death as a suitable recourse for a botched attempt. But he’d gotten every intonation and ancient pronunciation right. Had known the moment he’d finished, he’d been successful.

And yet, he’d somehow summoned a fucking angel.

Kei crossed his arms over his chest as he braced his feet shoulder-width apart. “Don’t suppose you’re really a blood demon in disguise?”

The man’s ragged breathing filled the air, his head finally lifting enough to meet Kei’s gaze. Pain creased his forehead, his clear blue eyes wide with surprise.

Kei shook his head, leaning his hip against a tombstone. “Guess that’s a no.” He held up his hand, attempting to stop the being when he looked as if he was going to try and stand. “I wouldn’t do that just yet unless you like falling. Ground’s a bit rocky for that.”

The angelic man glared at him, pushing to his feet before stumbling across the circle. He hit one of the stone crosses, the dull thud echoing through the graveyard. He sagged against the headstone, anger colouring his eyes.

Kei tsked. “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Silence, demon, before I strike you down for simply standing there.”

Kei chuckled. “Yeah, you might find that whole smiting thing a bit difficult. Summonings tend to drain your life-force. And I didn’t use near enough energy to fuel an angel.” He cocked his head to the side. “You got a name?”

The man clenched his jaw, drawing himself up despite the ways his limbs shook from the strain. “I’m an angel, not stupid. Names are powerful.”

“Right. Because that’s really what I’d been hoping for. A self-righteous asshole with enough soul to fill this godforsaken cemetery. That was my plan all along.” He sighed. “The name’s Kei.”

“I don’t care.”

“Shithead it is.”

The man sneered. “I won’t fall for your tricks. ”

“No, you chose to fall from the fucking sky, instead.” Kei closed the distance, wondering when the guy would notice he was buck-ass nude. “How the hell did you get here, anyway?”

He arched a brow. “And here I thought you might be slightly more intelligent than most demons.  You just said you summoned me. There’s a blood token carved into the ground. You figure it out.”

“I cast a fire enchantment. For a blood demon.” Kei smirked. “I’ll admit, ancient spells aren’t my specialty, but even I’m not incompetent enough to fuck it up to the point I get an angel as compensation. Why are you really here?”

“Again. You summoned me.”

“Are you deaf? I said I summoned a blood demon. Fuck!” Kei turned, taking a few angry steps away before spinning. “Why would I raise the one being who can’t help me?”

“Since when do demons require help?”

Kei blew out an exasperated breath, twisting his palm face up before allowing his magic to spark to life. A flicking light appeared above his hand, the heat warning his skin. “Fire mage, shithead.”

“You said you were a demon.”

“I said I summoned one. You decided I was a demon.” Kei allowed the flame to bounce in his hand before racing up his arm then down the other, finally winking out. “Don’t suppose you’ll surrender your soul long enough for me to possess your heart—use your body to hunt down a wizard that needs exterminating?”

The man shook his head, finally glancing down. Kei smiled. Despite the fact the guy was far too pure for Kei’s tastes, he had to admit, he was more than attractive. Messy brown hair tousled about his head, strong smooth features that curved in perfect symmetry—the man was beautiful. Even his body seemed flawless—pale skin covering lean muscles that flexed with every small movement. If it weren’t for the fact the angel had been drained of his energy, Kei bet his ass the other man would be a tough opponent to best. That’s if the guy would actually fight.

Kei’s shoulders slumped as he braced his weight on one of the gravestones. “Of all the creatures I could have gotten by mistake, it had to be you.”

“Do you really expect me to believe this was an accident?”

“I don’t really give a fuck what you believe, shithead. I wanted a blood demon.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Then give me something else to call you.” Kei snorted. “Bloody hell, it’s not like I can kill you. Even weakened, you’ve got far too much raw power for me to challenge. Especially when I haven’t come close to recovering from my offering.” He raked a hand through his hair. “And why the hell would I summon an angel? I need a creature that can kill, not a holier than thou prick who can’t so much as nick someone’s skin without having a moral crisis.”

The man straightened, his chest thickening as he drew himself up. Kei did his best to ignore the way the man’s cock rose, heavy and hard, between his legs. The end shiny in the waning light. Damn it, now wasn’t the time to get distracted, especially by the one being he couldn’t have.

“You’re mistaken if you think I’m incapable of destroying you the moment I regain my strength.” The man smiled at Kei. “Even my soul can stand the pain of seeing the rest of your blood stain the ground.”

“Great. I cast a spell for a demon and get the one angel who doesn’t seem to have an issue with slaying a mage. Must be my lucky day.”

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have cast the spell at all.”

“I didn’t summon…” Kei cursed under his breath. He’d failed. One last chance to stop a war before it destroyed a thousand worlds, and he’d somehow failed without ever getting close enough to try. He met the man’s heated gaze. “If I had enough strength to send you back…” He huffed. “Guess you’re stuck here until I recharge, though I’m not sure exactly how to return you, seeing as I didn’t ask for your presence in the first place.”

“Like you’d send me back.”

“With pleasure.”

The man’s grim expression faltered. “Why did you summon a blood demon? You’re a mage. Far more powerful than some empty shell of a beast.”

“I needed something I could control. A way to conserve my power without abandoning my quest.”

“Quest?” A harsh laugh rumbled free. “Since when is killing a quest?”

“Since it’s the only way to prevent a war that won’t end until every living creature in every damn realm has been purged from existence.”

“War?” The man tilted his head, staring at Kei as if seeing him for the first time. “Who is it you seek?”

“You’d known him as Merrick.” Kei arched one brow. “I believe he used to be one of yours before he fell. Only he chose his destiny.”

“Merrick? But he’s…” Disbelief shaped his features before he motioned to Kei. “Where’s your army, Mage?”

“Why do you think I tried to summon a demon?”

“You’re alone?” The man’s mouth pinched tight, his focus shifting to the symbols still visible within the circle. “Are you mad?”

“From the moment you appeared.”

The man sighed, his gaze finding Kei’s again. “Gabriel.”

Kei frowned. “What’s that?”

“My name. It’s Gabriel. And you just got far more than you bargained for.”

 

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