Beyond A Highland Whisper (28 page)

Trussed up like this, she felt trapped in a box. She fought against visions of live burials, of dirt thrown on the tops of screaming victims. She struggled against the hysteria of claustrophobia, fighting to convince herself she could still breathe.

I am getting air. I am breathing.

She forced away the feeling of suffocation and the rising panic it fueled. She concentrated on the fact that she could breathe. She reminded herself she was getting air.

I am breathing. I’m going to be okay.

Instinctively, she knew in order to survive, she couldn’t show her captor any sign of weakness. If she did, that weakness would become a tool of torture for them to use.

She forced herself to lie still even though her body ached. Her muscles screamed out for relief. Nessa strained, listening to the room around her. There wasn’t a sound. She’d never witnessed such silence. It was almost as suffocating as the darkness. The one other sense available to her was her heightened sense of smell.

Mildew. Damp stones. Centuries-old decay. Her nose transmitted this information to her brain. From the scent of things, she was either in the bowels of some sort of stone structure, or worse yet, deep in some underground tomb. She forced that out of her mind. Inhaling a careful breath, Nessa reminded herself she still had plenty of air. She wanted to ensure the rise and fall of her chest gave nothing away about her level of consciousness. She didn’t know if she was watched or not but she wasn’t ready for them to know she was awake.

“I know ye’re awake. I can tell by the color on your cheeks. The fair-skinned can keep no secrets.” Gabriel shoved the blindfold up onto her forehead and leered down into Nessa’s face.

The sudden light blinded her. Nessa blinked up into his face as her pupils adjusted to the abrupt absence of darkness. Gabriel? She’d believed Fiona’s stories of Gabriel’s violent nature, but she’d never thought him capable of this.

Gabriel traced a fingertip along the edge of her jaw, his leering scowl growing even darker. “Ye see, Nessa? Ye underestimated me. Ye should’ve given me a chance.” His face relaxed, grew thoughtful as he cupped her cheek in his hand. Gabriel licked his lips as he turned and scanned the rest of her body. As his gaze traveled across her breasts and then lower, he flinched and clutched a hand to his chest.

Nessa swallowed hard, almost gagging, and forced herself not to react. He’d only feed on her fear. She just continued staring up into his face and blinked when she absolutely had to.

Gabriel returned his hand to trace his thumb across her bottom lip and brought his face closer to hers. “But now we’ll ne’er know what it could have been like, thanks to that bastard ye’ve decided to wed. I don’t know how he’s done it, but whenever I even think about giving ye what ye deserve, my heart almost explodes in my chest.”

His sneer grew wider. Gabriel’s eyes took on a maniacal gleam as he jerked his head. “I can’t even obey what the voice tells me to do. Just binding ye nearly stopped my breathing.”

Voice?
Nessa almost shuddered, her skin crawling beneath his touch. Great. Not only was Gabriel violent, but he wasn’t the only one inside his head.

Yanking his hands through his hair until it stood on end, Nessa saw clearly that Gabriel had left sanity in the dust. He jumped up to circle about the room while he scowled and batted at something only he could see. His voice shrilled as Gabriel shook his fist at his mysterious tormentor. “The powers? The powers ye promised to me are useless if ye refuse to allow me to use them! What good is control over another if I must keep it hidden?”

As Nessa watched him, she realized Gabriel argued with a voice only he could hear. While Gabriel ranted to his invisible friend, she flexed her hands and tested the ropes at her wrists. If he’d leave her blindfold up where she could watch him, she was almost positive she could wiggle her hands free.

“I don’t give a damn about that bastard! I told ye I’d kill him but ye would not allow it, even when I promised to make the son of a bitch suffer, even when I swore ye would enjoy what I would to do to him ye said wanted him for yourself. That he was yours to save or destroy. What do ye want from me? When do I get something out of this?” Gabriel growled, stomping a path back and forth across the room. He jerked his head and flailed his arms as he shouted into the air.

Nessa glanced about the room while she kept watch on Gabriel out of the corner of her eye. Her heart fell as she discovered the room had just one way out. The walls consisted of rough-hewn blocks. The ancient stones glistened with condensation. As far as she could tell, no windows existed, at least not in her current line of vision. She dare not move much for fear of interrupting Gabriel’s argument with whoever resided in his head. There was the one door, a solid piece of some sort of metal, blackened as though oiled to protect it from rusting. From the size of the hinges holding it in place, the weight of the door had to be immense.

She could tell she was lying upon a raised block of some sort; it appeared altar-like in its position. Stationed between two tall candelabra against the back of the room, Nessa wondered if this was where bodies had once been prepared for burial. From the chill settling into her bones, she was positive the slab consisted of some sort of stone.

She flinched as Gabriel swung his arms in the air. Nessa sent up a silent plea for help. She remembered what Latharn had told her about the connection between their minds. She prayed he would somehow hear her silent cries and come crashing through that door to her rescue.

“Fine! I will keep her from him until the equinox has passed. But ye must promise me something in return. Once ye’ve cast him into the abyss, Nessa only exists for my amusement.” His eyes glittered with total madness. Gabriel shoved the blindfold back down across her eyes.

“Go to sleep,” he barked. “Ye’re going to need your rest for what I’ve got in store for ye once your protector’s gone.”

Then he slammed the groaning door and left her trembling in the darkness of the blindfold. With only the hiss of the burning candles for company, she concentrated on calling out to Latharn for help.

Nessa cried out with every fiber of her being. She visualized Latharn’s face in her mind. He had to be able to hear her call. It was her only hope. She wouldn’t allow herself to believe otherwise.

“He canna hear ye, Nessa. There’s a spell about this room as strong as the protective love aura Latharn’s placed around you.”

Nessa knew that voice. Light and airy, like a Highland breeze when it riffled through the leaves, somehow Aveline had managed to find her. But if there was a spell around the room, how could Aveline’s voice be so clear in her mind?

Her laughter tinkled like chimes in the wind as Aveline sent a breeze to brush across Nessa’s cheek. “The spell is against Latharn, against any mortals who’d dare try to find ye. Gabriel Burns doesn’t realize I exist. I’m an immortal. I’m not so easily stopped by a few magical wards placed at the corners of stone walls.”

Nessa swallowed hard against the bitter gag in her mouth. Her tears soaked into the blindfold covering her eyes. She took a deep breath and struggled to remain calm. She concentrated on projecting her thoughts to Aveline’s consoling image. Nessa formed the words clearly in her head.
When is Latharn going to come and get me? No, let me rephrase that.
Tell
Latharn to come and get me right now. Gabriel is insane.

With a breathless sigh, Aveline’s voice grew soft, more solemn in its tone. “Latharn must pass one final test. He canna come to ye until sunrise on the day of the equinox, and he must use his powers to find ye for himself. I canna save ye nor can I tell him where ye lie.”

Nessa’s heart pounded as the meaning of Aveline’s words sunk in. She couldn’t mean she was just going to leave? Nessa shook her head, sank her teeth hard into the gag.
No! He has to come and get me now. Aveline, you can’t just leave me here alone. I’ll never be able to survive until then. You saw Gabriel. He’s out of his mind. Who knows what he’s going to try to do?

“I’m sorry, Nessa. ’Tis only a little while longer. And ’tis the only way to free Latharn permanently from his past. When all the pieces fall into place, ye will understand. Trust me.” Aveline brushed an ethereal kiss across Nessa’s forehead before her spirit disappeared into the darkness.

Nessa strained to hear something other than the hiss of the burning wax of the candles. She groaned when she realized she was all alone. How could Aveline desert her like this? She didn’t care what pieces Latharn needed to free him from his past. She wanted out of here and she wanted out now. They’d take care of Latharn’s past—later.

I’ll be damned if I lay here and wait to be sacrificed,
Nessa fumed. She twisted her wrists until they burned, raw and bloody from the ropes. She wrenched them free of the tortuous knots. She pushed off the blindfold, ripping the gag out of her mouth, then sat up to work on the ropes at her feet. Nessa kept one ear cocked toward the door as she clawed at the stubborn bindings until her fingernails bled. She almost panicked, as the knotwork at her feet tightened with every frustrated yank. Losing what little patience she’d ever had, she scooted to the end of the stone altar and held her ankles up to the candles until the ropes caught fire.

Nessa pulled her feet apart as the ropes burned in two, then slapped out the flames. As she rubbed the tingling, hot skin of her legs, she glanced around the remainder of the room she hadn’t been able to see before.

Adrenaline surged through her veins as the promising spikes of the iron candelabra caught her eye. Her heart rate picked up as she noted the sharpness of the long metal prongs. Her breath came quick, excitement fluttered through her chest; hope tingled like electricity through her body. Testing the sharp tip of one prong with her finger, an escape plan rooted in her mind. When Gabriel decided to return to her room, the iron stand would be the perfect weapon.

Nessa realized the first strike was her only chance. With the madness she’d seen reflected in Gabriel’s eyes, negotiation would be senseless. Years ago, she’d killed a man while defending Trish. If needed, she would kill Gabriel to save her own.

She formed all the burning candles into a blazing pillar on the floor, wincing as she brushed against the raw flesh on her wrists. With a hissing gasp, Nessa cringed as one of the wounds cracked open to bleed. There wasn’t time now. She had to plan her attack. She’d deal with her wounds later.

Nessa picked up the spiked candelabra, hefting the weight of it in her hands and nodded in satisfaction. She was lucky. It stood even with her shoulders. If the stand had been any taller, she’d never be able to balance it when she thrust. Taking a deep breath, a strange calm settled over her. She intended to surprise Gabriel just as soon as he walked through the door. Surprise was a better weapon then the candelabra.

A muffled scrape sounded on the other side of the door, a thudding sound echoing closer with a rhythm of footsteps. It was the sound of hard-heeled boots hitting stone as they approached from down the hall.

Nessa clutched the candelabra to her side like a javelin, bracing her feet as she pressed her back against the wall. She held her breath as the key turned in the lock, the rusty tumblers grumbling in protest at being disturbed.

Pushing the door open, Gabriel left his chest exposed. His left arm held back the heavy door, while his right relaxed at his side.
Now.
Sensing her opportunity, Nessa lunged with the shaft, aiming for the underbelly of the beast. Propelling forward, she shoved the spike upward with as much force as she could thrust. She grunted as the rod sank deep into its mark, planting her feet and holding fast.

Gabriel’s mouth fell open. His shocked eyes blinked, his clutching hands trembled at the shaft of iron shoved up beneath his ribcage. He staggered back against the opened door, gawking at the blood as it poured out over his hands. He gasped for air as his lungs collapsed. Gabriel focused on Nessa in disbelief. He slid to the ground, blood bubbled from his lips. Gabriel stared at her as he struggled to shake his head.

“Ye stupid bitch,” he gurgled through dying lips. His eyes glazed over into an eerie stare as Nessa watched him shudder and then relax, deathly still.

Nessa hugged herself to stop her shaking and stared down at his paling form. She almost felt sorry for him lying there, now helpless in a pool of his own blood. It seemed suddenly ironic. Just a few weeks ago, she’d been horrified by the nightmare of his beheading. Now he’d died by her own hands and she felt nothing as she wiped the blood off her arms where he’d spit on her with his dying breath.