Authors: Quinn Loftis
“The life cannot be just anyone's. It has belong to someone to whom your soul calls out. The price is great for the choice you made and our decision is decided, the life has been chosen, and will be taken henceforth.”
Jen felt like the air had been knocked from her lungs.
Someone to whom your soul calls out.
There was only one that qualified for that and it was her mate.
“NO!” she yelled. “You will not take him – you can have me! I will accept my fate. But do not take his life for mine.”
“You misunderstand, Jennifer, mate to Decebel. Your fate was changed the moment Perizada took you from us. Your choice has consequences and you must face them.”
“But I love him. He shouldn’t suffer because of my choice,” Jen said firmly.
“The one who will fulfill this debt is not male, nor has her life begun. Your offspring has been chosen as the price. In nine months’ time the debt will be paid.”
Jen felt her legs crumble beneath her as she hit the floor. Even in her dream she felt the pain radiate through her. She tried to suck in air but her lungs wouldn’t work. Her body began to shake and she felt herself falling into a black hole. Darkness wrapped her up like a blanket. Her brain did not want to believe what they had told her – her heart was already breaking for the life that she had not, until moments ago, even known existed.
Her offspring, they had said. Decebel and she had created a life. She allowed herself to feel the joy of that revelation briefly but squelched it just as fast. How was she going to tell Decebel, the father of their baby, that she had essentially killed their baby? Not male, the Fates had said. A daughter – she had killed their daughter. How could he ever forgive her for that? And how was she going to live after losing the one they had created out of love?
She felt tears pouring down her cheeks and her body being shaken by someone. A familiar voice broke through the darkness, a voice she was not ready to hear.
“Jennifer! Wake up, baby. Please wake up.” Decebel’s voice was deep and filled with worry.
Her eyes reluctantly flicked open and she saw his tightly drawn face through her tears. He pulled her into his lap and held her close as she continued to cry and shake. She wasn’t ready to talk, she just needed to be held. She needed to have this time with the man she loved with every fiber of her being. Because once he found out that she was pregnant and that their daughter was destined to die because of her, he would never want to hold her again.
After a while, Jen finally began to calm down – that or she was just out of tears. He pulled back so he could look at her face. Jen was not allowing herself to think of what she had learned in her dream. She was burying it deep beneath a lie.
“Baby, did you have a nightmare? Are you okay?” he asked her gently as he wiped the tears away.
Jen nodded. “It was a nightmare. I..I was just dreaming about the worst outcome possible for all of this. I’m worried about Jacque and how we haven’t heard from them, I’m worried about Sally and Costin, and I’m worried about Sorin and Elle. I guess everything caught up with me and it’s just a
lot, ya know?” She couldn’t believe the ease with which she told him the lie, but she knew that in that moment she would not be able to handle the his disgust if she told him the truth.
“I’m okay now.” She tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t relent.
“Jennifer, you were shaking and crying. At one point you said, 'he’ll never forgive me'. Who were you talking about? Who won’t forgive you?”
Jen closed her eyes, pulling her mind back from his, and felt his breath hitch at the pain of it.
“Why?” he growled.
“I just need a minute, Dec. Please let me collect myself. It was a very realistic dream.” She shifted against him. “Let me go wash my face and then I'll show you what I dreamed, okay?” She tried to keep her voice gentle.
He nodded and let her pull away from him and stand. She walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind her, then she turned on the sink and locked the door. Pushing reality to the back of her mind, she thought up some of the fears she had regarding the coming days. She thought about the plan that Mona had set in motion, about the possible outcome for her pack, for their future. She splashed water on her face and pulled herself together.
Jen didn’t know who she could talk to about this. She was so ashamed that her child would pay the price for her selfishness. How do you tell your mate, your best friends, your pack something so horrific? No, she had no idea what she was going to do; she had no idea how she would survive this. She did know that she would do anything it took to save the life of their child. Whatever it took to see what she imagined as the amber eyes and dark, thick locks on their daughter's face, she would do.
Once she'd completely pulled herself together, she opened the bathroom door to find Decebel on the phone. Her stomach dropped when she saw the look on his face. She walked over to his side and sat down and waited.
When he finally ended the call he looked at her. He brushed some wisps of hair from her face and let out a long breath.
“Fane is missing,” he said roughly.
Jen inhaled sharply. “Jacque?” she asked.
“Unconscious. She was lured into a pond with magic. Fane went in after her and never resurfaced. Jacque came back up right after Fane was taken under.”
“He isn’t dead if Jacque is still alive,” she said. Though, even knowing it, she still wasn’t confident in the truth of her words.
“That is correct,” Decebel agreed.
“What is Vasile going to do?”
“Right now they are waiting for Jacque to wake up. They need to see if she can contact Fane through the bond. We are going to begin heading their direction in the morning.”
Jen nodded. “Good, I want to be with Jacque and I know Sally will also once she finds out. Should we go tell them?”
“No, let’s let them have their one night.”
Jen agreed with that as well, and couldn’t help the heavy weight in her stomach at knowing her nights with Decebel were numbered. She unconsciously rubbed her stomach.
“Is your stomach upset?” Decebel asked her.
She jerked her hand back with a small gasp. “Oh, um, maybe a little.”
“Lie back and rest, baby. It’s a few hours 'til we have to leave.”
Jen did as she was told and closed her eyes. Her heart was breaking. She didn’t know how long she could keep this from him. She was more afraid of telling Decebel her fate than of any evil she had faced or would ever face. The thought of seeing the love for her fade and turn to hate was more than she could bear. She fell into a fitful sleep and even when Decebel’s strong arms came around her, peace still eluded her grasp.
~
Mona looked into her scrying bowl and smiled as she watched the wolf prince howl in agony.
That was too easy
, she thought. Now all she needed was to get the other males out of the picture, and based on how Fane reacted to his mate being in danger it wouldn’t be too difficult.
There was one day left until she met with the warlock King. One day left until she rained down her wrath on a world unworthy of her. She had been surprised at how well Lilly had been taking everything. She expected the human to freak out and go into hysterics, but she had totally kept her cool.
She might actually make a pretty good witch,
she thought. And then with a rueful smile, said out loud, “Nah.”
Mona cackled a laugh into the empty room.
~
Lilly awoke to a gentle knocking on the door of the room she had slept in. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.
“Come in,” she said in a clear voice.
The door opened and Cypher stood there, towering in the entrance.
“How did you sleep?” he asked in his deep voice.
“Not too bad, considering I’ve been kidnapped by a crazy witch, am being held by a handsome, albeit somewhat scary, warlock King and I don’t have a clue how my daughter is. So, all in all, I slept decent.”
Cypher flinched at the sarcasm in her words. He couldn’t deny any of her accusations, but he wouldn’t give her up either.
“I’ve had one of the helpers here prepare breakfast. I would like for you to join me.”
Lilly swung her legs over the side of the bed, not caring that all she was in shorts and a tank top.
“All right, but let me get cleaned up and dressed, please.”
He gave a formal bow and closed the door behind him.
Lilly walked over to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
“What on earth have you gotten yourself in to?”
She sighed. She was going to have to ask Cypher if there was a phone she could use. Somehow the wicked witch of the west had fried hers, the sneaky bitch. Jacque would have chastised her for that, but frankly the witch was a bitch. And now she was making rhymes. If she kept at it, she could give Dr. Seuss a run for his money.
She washed her face and combed through her hair, then went ahead and brushed her teeth even though she would be eating.
Who likes to walk around with morning breath?
Once she had changed clothes she once again stood in front of the mirror. She was wearing jeans, a long-sleeved fitted tee, and her New Balance running shoes, not that she did any running. But seeing as how the last couple of days had gone, she figured she might be taking up the sport of running just to get away from the things that went bump in the night.
“That’s as good as it’s going to get, kid,” she told the image in the mirror. “Time to face the music, or in this case, the tall and handsome warlock King.” She paused. “I've got to stop calling him that.”
Once Lilly was down the stairs she followed her nose. It smelled of bacon and her stomach growled. Mentally she told her stomach to take a chill pill because she was going to try to get in touch with her daughter before she did anything else.
When she rounded the corner and found the kitchen, she stopped abruptly. Cypher was standing in front of a large window. The morning light was shining in, caressing his tall form, and his pitch black hair glistened and shone. He truly was breathtaking. She quickly snapped her mouth shut when he turned to look at her.
“Good morning, Lilly,” he told her with a quirk of his lips that told her he had caught her drooling over him.
Lilly decided the best defense was a good offense. “I need to use your phone,” she told him, without acknowledging his smirk.
His eyes seemed to dance with humor. He knew the effect he was having on her and it was sort of ticking her off.
“I need to check on my daughter. If you will allow me this I promise to cooperate.”
Cypher let out a loud laugh.
“Might I ask what your idea of not cooperating would look like, little one?”
Lilly ignored the lurch to her heart that the endearment seemed to cause.
“Let’s just say it’s not pretty.” She gave him her best glare. It usually worked on her employees – not so much on a warlock King.
Cypher pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and held it out.
She raised a single eyebrow, “You have a cell phone?” she asked incredulously.
He chuckled. “Even warlock Kings have to keep up with the times,” he told her with a wink.
Lilly took the phone from him and dialed Jacque’s phone number. When there was no answer, she told herself not to panic and called Vasile. Long ago she had made sure to memorize Vasile, Alina, and Fane’s cell numbers.
On the fourth ring the call was answered.
“Vasile,” his voice came through loud and clear.
“Vasile, it’s Lilly Pierce.”
Vasile was quiet for a minute. “Lilly, I do not recognize this number, but I do know it is not an American number. Where are you?”
Lilly had decided that if Jacque was alright she wasn’t going to let them know just then what she had gotten herself into.
“Is Jacque alright?” she asked, skirting around his question.
Again he was silent.
Blasted man knows how to make someone squirm
, she thought to herself.
“Jacque is fine.”
Lilly could tell there was something off in his voice, something he didn’t want to tell her.
“You’re sure, Vasile? She is safe?” she asked, careful not to provoke him.
“I am sure. My real concern is, are you safe?”
Lilly could practically see Vasile trying to use his Alpha mojo on her. Thankfully, she was human.
“I’m great, but I gotta run. I will call to check on Jacque again, alright?”
“Alright, Lilly. Please know that if you need us, we are here for you. Please call if you are caught in any sort of trouble.”
Lilly did not miss the play on words. She didn’t want to get them involved if she didn’t have to. Now, she wasn’t sure what Mona the witch had up her sleeve, but Lilly wasn’t stupid. If she had brought her, the mother of a mated female, all the way to Romania, then the wolves were definitely involved. She just needed to figure out how they fit into the puzzle.