Read Dana Marie Bell - Heart'sDesire01 Online
Authors: T L
“I bind you, Cole, your blood, your soul!”
But he was too late. Before he could tie off the ends of the ribbon and finish the spell, Cole screamed the last bit of his spell.
“By your oath you will obey.
Demon come forth and claim your prey!”
But Christopher didn’t stop. He couldn’t. If that thing got out, it would spell the end of himself, his family and Lana. He tied off the ends of the binding spell and finished the chant.
“By air and earth, water and fire
So be you bound with no more power.
Lord and Lady, hear my plea.
As I will so mote it be!”
Christopher tossed the Cole doll into the widening demonic circle and prayed.
The sudden silence was deafening. “No.” Cole’s horrified whisper matched his expression. The doll slowly sank into the inky darkness. “What have you done?”
*
The barrier was still intact, but there were signs of his assault. Some of the protection runes had dimmed. “He’s screwed.”
Lana turned and saw Christopher toss the doll into the black maw at his feet. She felt her heart stop beating. “Chris.” She dropped to her knees. She couldn’t lose him. How could she lose him? She’d just found him. “Chris!”
*
Cole’s last word trailed off into a terrified scream. A dark, inhuman arm appeared out of the hole, grasping Cole’s ankle in a blackened grip. Cole gasped, his eyes going wide, his face strangely blanked.
Then the arm pulled, but it didn’t pull Cole. A stream of dark energy poured out from Cole, whisking away into the dark opening, draining away until the warlock collapsed. The arm pulled back, the demon hole closing behind it until no hint was left that it had ever been there. Other than the blackened, broken ring of gold and a small spot of darkness in the earth, nothing remained of the demon’s presence.
Cole didn’t move. Christopher knelt down and checked his pulse.
Cole’s body was burning cold. Christopher lifted his hand away rapidly, blowing on the tips of his fingers. He wasn’t certain but he might have left some flesh behind. He looked towards the Arbiter, who stood there in visible shock. “He’s dead.”
The Arbiter raised his arms. This time, the shields obeyed him and fell with nary a sound.
Once the shield was down, Lana was in the circle, running towards Christopher. He waited for her, pulling her to him carefully, ignoring the continuing battle between the remaining Godwins, the Becketts and the Arbiter. He focused instead on the shaking woman in his arms, holding her as tight to him as he dared, reassuring himself that she was unharmed. Her hands roamed over his chest, her tears falling on the burn marks. Zach’s bad feeling had centered around Lana, not Christopher. How had things gone so horribly wrong?
“Chris! Look out!”
He turned at the sound of Zach’s voice. Davis Godwin, Cole’s father, held the blackened wand of his son in his hands. Green fire began pouring forth. He barely moved in time to keep Lana from taking the brunt of the spell. Weakened already by Cole’s previous blast, he fell, dragging her down with him, the pain boring into his side in unending, icy agony.
“You killed my son!” Davis stood over Christopher, ignoring the battle still raging behind him. He tried to finish the job Cole had started. His face was set in a rictus of hate.
Suddenly Zach was there, a glow around him Christopher had never seen before. The green fire met that glow and bounced back on Davis, striking the wand. With a shriek of rage, he dropped it just before it exploded.
Zach pointed his finger at Davis. “Back the fuck off, warlock.” He flicked his finger, and the man flew backwards, landing with a hard thud against the side of the building. He fell in a graceless heap and didn’t get back up.
Zach bent over Christopher, the glow still surrounding him. “You okay, bro?”
Christopher tried to stand but found he couldn’t. He hissed in pain, his side protesting the movement viciously. He was just too injured. “No.”
Lana pushed him over, ignoring his indrawn scream. She bent and examined his new wound. “It’s bad, Zach.”
Christopher looked down and saw the blackened flesh, the blisters already broken and wet. He could feel the taint under his skin and knew that this time the Godwins had won.
Christopher didn’t hear his brother’s response. All he saw was Lana bending over him, tears in those pretty eyes of hers. “Hey.”
She sniffled. “Hey yourself, wolfman.”
He could feel the darkness tugging at him. “Don’t go.”
She sobbed. “Not going anywhere. You hear me? Chris?”
His world turned black, his last sight the one he had hoped to see when he lay down in the dark forever.
*
“Help me.” She looked up to find Zach holding out his hand. His other pressed into the wound in Chris’s side. Tears filled his eyes. “One hand in mine, one on the ground. Please, Lana. Trust me.
Complete the circle.”
Complete the… Oh. Oh! This was what Zach had worked so hard on in the kitchen the day before.
He’d done something to that protection amulet, something she barely grasped. She took out the amulet and held it in her hand, placing it between Zach’s palm and her own. She slapped the other against the earth and opened herself up to Zach’s magic and Chris’s life force. The mark of the wolf throbbed on her neck in response, pulsing in time to Chris’s weakening heartbeat. Her instincts told her that what Zach had planned was going to hurt like hell, but if it worked, it would be more than worth it. She focused on Chris’s face and waited for the pain to hit, knowing that the amulet would block at least some of it.
Zach closed his eyes and began to chant, the words lilting and strange. Agony seared through her, more than she’d thought a person could endure and live. She couldn’t hear the words Zach spoke.
After a more few minutes, she couldn’t even hear her own screams.
Chris faced off with his brother Zach, fury pounding in his veins. “I should kill you.”
Zach rubbed one of his hands wearily over his face. The other was swathed in bandages. Zach refused to allow him to see it without them. “She’s alive, Chris. So are you.” He shrugged. “If I hadn’t done what I did, you would have been lost.”
“But she would be alive.”
“She still is alive, bro. Believe it or not, she’ll be fine.”
Chris growled. He was holding his wolf back with everything in him, but it was close. Zach had put his mate in mortal danger to save him, and Chris was furious. Somehow Zach had taken the hellish wounds from him, grounding the evil power through Lana, cleansing it before allowing it to return to the earth. Because of Zach, Lana had suffered horror before finally blacking out. She’d been unconscious ever since.
Zach deserved at least a beating for putting Lana through that. “If you hadn’t done what you did, she wouldn’t be lying half dead in my bed right now.”
Zach glared at him, power sparkling in his eyes. “If I hadn’t done what I did, you would be dead.
Lana would be alone. Fuck, Chris! Some of the Godwins are still fucking out there. What did you expect me to do? Let you die?”
And that was the only reason he’d been able to keep himself from attacking Zach. He could almost understand what had driven Zach to torture his mate. He wasn’t quite certain he wouldn’t have tried to do something similar if it had been Zach lying on the ground like that. Not that he understood exactly what Zach had done. None of them did. The scariest part was the fear Annabelle tried to hide when she looked at her new protégé.
Still… “If Lana had died, you would have lost me anyway.”
Zach growled. “Lana was not going to die.”
“She might have.”
That weird glow was back around his baby brother, and it was beginning to scare the shit out of him. “I wouldn’t have allowed it.” Zach took a deep breath, and the glow died down. “Trust me, Chris.” Zach turned away and headed for his room. “For once in our lives just … believe in me.”
Chris watched his brother walk up the stairs, his heart hurting at the defeat in his brother’s face but unable to give up his anger. He would, given time. Zach was right; Lana was still alive, and that was what he needed to focus on.
* * * *
Lana felt the darkness receding, Chris’s voice rolling over her in a furious wave. Uh-oh. Wonder who pissed Chris off. Her head pounded, and her mouth felt like she hadn’t had anything to drink in days.
Gareth’s voice was low and soothing. “You can’t kick his ass if he’s in Cleveland, Christopher.”
Who’s going to Cleveland? She tried to turn her head, but the pain was too intense. What the hell had she been drinking? This was the worst hangover in the history of drunkenness!
“I don’t care. I’ll figure out a way to do it. How dare he use her like that?” It sounded like Chris was pacing. But Chris never paces. She frowned. Wait. Who used me? And for what?
“It saved your life, Chris.”
“So?”
“She volunteered.”
“She shouldn’t have had to go through that!”
“Christopher.” She could hear Gareth’s frustrated sigh and wondered how long they’d been fighting.
“Grounding it through you wasn’t an option. You know that.”
It was starting to come back to her. Chris had been lying on the ground, bleeding badly. Cole’s body had been close by, eerily still. The Godwins had been fighting the Becketts while the Arbiter tried to stop it all and failed miserably.
“He could have asked someone else.”
“We were all dealing with the Godwins. Damn it, Chris! Zach had seconds to act. If he’d waited for one of us, you’d be dead.”
Oh. Zach. That picture was probably going to stick with her forever. Zach kneeling over Chris’s body, glowing and holding out his hand, begging for her help. At the thought of the new witch, Lana winced. The spell he’d used, forcing the toxins from the wound through her, purifying them before grounding them, had been excruciating. But with no time to come up with an alternative way it had been the only way to save Chris from the wound that was rapidly killing him. Cleansing the taint before releasing it into the ground meant no one else would suffer ill effects from the demonic power. Otherwise the clean earth of the dueling circle would have been twisted and perverted, unable to sustain the spells of the wizards who used it.
The power Cole Godwin had held was apparently nothing compared to what Davis Godwin had.
The second wound had been more horrific than the first. Thank the Lord and Lady the wand was destroyed. She’d hate to think what would happen if an object of such evil was ever placed in the hands of someone even stronger than Davis Godwin.
She shifted her leg, hoping in some weird way that it would alleviate the pain in her head. That’s when she realized it wasn’t just her head that hurt. Her whole body did.
“I think she’s waking up.” A hand gently picked up hers, even that soft touch painful. “Sweetheart?”
“Ow.” She hoped he’d heard her, because the barely there whisper was the best she could do.
“Get Annabelle. Now.”
The authority in his hushed voice was reassuring. She felt her lips curl up at the thought of her mate being his usual bossy self.
“I don’t know what you’re smiling about, sweetheart. The minute Annabelle gives you a clean bill of health I’m spanking your ass so hard you won’t sit down for a week.” He stroked her hair away from her face. She thought it trembled. “I still can’t believe you and Zach did that.”
She couldn’t really speak, couldn’t move without wanting to scream, so she did the only thing she could. She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss.
His breath caught. “Fuck it.” She felt the bed dip. “Annabelle can kiss my ass.”
If she had the strength, she would have giggled.
“I know it hurts, so I’m not going to try and hold you.” His hand came to rest against her stomach.
“But I can sure as hell touch you.”
She licked her lips. “’Kay.” It did hurt a little, but there was no way she’d tell him that.
She felt his lips press against her arm. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake.”
“Mm.” She drifted off, trusting him to keep his word.
*
Christopher stared down at the woman sleeping in his bed. She hadn’t opened her eyes once, barely spoke, and he’d never been more relieved in his life. She’d been out for two hellish days, days in which his baby brother had been whisked out of the house to face possible punishment for going against the wishes of Annabelle Evans, casting spells when she’d expressly forbidden it. He had the feeling the punishment would be more severe considering the cost to her granddaughter.
He yawned, weary beyond belief. He’d barely slept since they carried Lana into his bedroom, too afraid she’d wake up and he wouldn’t be there.
Lana looked horrible. Her eyes were sunken, her skin sallow, her hair limp. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she suffered from a life-threatening illness. Her palm was bandaged, hiding the damage the protection amulet had done to her. He’d wanted to see the damage but Annabelle had told him to leave the bandages in place. The only good thing he could see was that her hand wasn’t swathed the same way Zach’s had been.
And she’d done this for him. He still couldn’t quite get over that.
He’d have to make sure certain things were clear to her from now on. First off, he was never letting her out of his sight again. Second, she was to stay away from his insane brother. She and Zachary were a deadly combination. Third, he’d have to make sure she understood exactly what she meant to him.
In the meantime, he’d wait. When she woke, he’d be there. There was no where else he’d rather be.
“How is she?”
He turned his head slightly, careful not to jar his mate. “Sleeping again.”