Ever My Merlin (Book 3, My Merlin Series) (45 page)

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Authors: Priya Ardis

Tags: #Young Adult Fantasy

Godlike powers. He was going to be trouble.

“Oh, yes.” Sensuous lips curved. “You could use some trouble.”

“Matt gave the power back to you. To save you.” A tight feeling came over me. I glanced around the beach. We were in a cove. In front of us, a rocky hill rose into woods. On either side, black lava rocks formed sheer cliffs. I saw not one person.

Vane tugged at my hair, drawing my attention back to him. “He’s alive. I would know if he weren’t.”

“Then where is he?” I scanned the cliffs.

The shadows where he’d stood before remained dark.

Vane stared at the same cliffs. “It’s done. The story is done. Merlin has to find a new one. Seems this one was meant for me after all.”

I looked down at him. “Will you ever call him Matt?”

White teeth flashed in an unrepentant grin. “It’s one and the same.”

His grin turned wistful. He asked, “Will you always love him?”

“Almost as much as you will.”

He gave me a very male look. “I don’t think I like you knowing me so well. I will have to work harder to distract you.”

I repressed an urge to melt onto him, and instead traced a finger along the hard length of his jaw. “How did you know the Lady accidentally told Matt about the other way?”

“I didn’t. I remembered what Poseidon and I took a chance. She was with Merlin a long time.”

Took a chance. As I had done. “But why did you do it? Why let me take the risk with the apple? Matt wouldn’t.”

“It was what you said in Westminster. We’re human. It’s what we do. And I finally realized, it’s what you would do.” Vane smirked. “I told you I would save you.”

“
I
saved you.”

Mischief danced in his eyes. “Don’t get cocky.”

He’d said the same thing the night of our first kiss in the basement. I had no intention of listening to him—then or now. I arched a brow. “Then, don’t fall for me.”

“Too late, Dorothy.”

Dorothy.
The name rolled off his tongue like the sweetest caress. My lips curving up, I turned to gaze out at the ocean, an open expanse of never-ending water. “Where do you think we are?”

“Home. Camelot. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care.” Catching my hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back in an old-fashioned gesture. Just when I began to surrender, he shocked me by sinking his teeth lightly into the skin.

I shivered and looked up at the yellow sun. Our sun. Vane understood me well. Camelot had always been here. At Home. A figure lurked in the shadows. It pushed back green fronds at the base of the cliff and walked slowly down to the beach. He came closer. I cried out happily. Grey.

He waved at me. I moved to get up.

Fingers wound tightly in my curls. Vane’s legs tangled around mine, holding them in place. “You belong to me.”

“Yes.”

With a tug, he flipped me over. I sunk into damp sand. His muscled body completely enveloped mine, and lips grazed up along a tender column of my neck. He bit an earlobe, causing me to buck under him. He demanded, “Tell me you love me.”

My heart filling at the hint of urgency in his voice, I said, “You know I do.”

He added, “Vane.”

I put my hands on his stubbled jaw, reveling in the way the rough bristles prickled the soft skin of my palm. It was real. He was real. I replied, “I love you, Vivane.”

He smiled, a sweet smile. It held a hint of the boy in the cottage, the one beneath all those red-stained layers who still survived. I pressed closer to him.

He would never be alone again. And neither would I.

***

I lost her. I watched them from the shadows.

I got my brother in return.

That I didn’t regret the exchange may have been why I lost her.

I shrank back when she glanced in my direction. Under me, Grey walked from the base of the cliff and onto the beach. He’d go to her instead.

Beyond him, I saw others. An upside down truck—its passengers shaken but unharmed. Regulars, wizards, mermaids, and gargoyles wandered the woods. I suspected some of those drawn into the tornado had crossed the mist to another world, while some were dumped here. Like lost ducklings, a few of those wandering below would seek the beach and wait to be shepherded back. Others would turn and find the city on the other side. I glanced over rainbow-covered mountains, painted surfboards on crowded sand, and a resort’s well-maintained beaches. I recognized the spot. A picture of this place hung in Sylvia’s study. Ryan looked at it sometimes with wistful eyes when she thought no one watched. I did.

I was up on the cliff. For the moment, I was alone.

She had Vane.

And I was free. The weight of my brother was lifted.

He forgave me for planning his death. I forgave him for being the source of my guilt. As much as it killed me to see him with her, I also wouldn’t have her with anyone else. The two who filled me, but completed each other more.

I would miss them.

I would see them again. Someday. When the time was right. When I could be with them without this savage jealously wrenching through me.

Vane understood.

I saw his piercing eyes fix on my spot. He knew time healed. It would be slow. Turning on my heel, I walked into the tropical jungle. Just beyond the stretch of green trees, the outline of a high-rise resort rose above the horizon.

On the other side of the gate, after we’d left Elysium, I’d glimpsed the kingdom in the mist. More than anything I’d wanted to fling myself toward it. Ryan wouldn’t have gone. Her Camelot would always be here. In a sense, she was right. This was the moment. Camelot had to be made.

Every day and with every fight.

As much as I’d wanted to, I hadn’t crossed the mist to the other world. My place was still here. With her. With my brother. Our lives finally together. I looked up at the twin suns. It would pass and the Earth would have one sun again soon. We saved the garden. The cradle of life.

I would live, too. Someday I would breathe again.

Until then there would be a lot of questions. The Queen would need me. I was not meant for obscurity. I had a lot left to do.

A world to right.

And maybe I would look for the second apple.

After all, my name has always been Merlin.

But now, I was Matt too.

***

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

M
uch later, I asked Vane what was next.

A wicked gleam shone in his eyes. “A university in New Haven keeps begging me to accept a tenure. It has a penchant for secret societies that intrigues me. It’s a stone’s throw from Boston. You’d be close to home. Think of the fun, Ryan.” A hand reached around to lightly touch my back. He added low into my ear, “I know my way around a ruler.”

I let out a small moan. College with Professor Vane. Oh, Greek gods.

——THE END——

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Priya Ardis loves books of all kinds—but especially the gooey ones that make your nose leak and let your latte go cold. Her novels come from a childhood of playing too much She-Ra and watching too much Spock. She started her first book at sixteen, writing in notebooks on long train rides in India during a hot summer vacation. When not living in her character's world, she might be found at the local coffee shop—her nose buried in a book. A hopeless romantic, she is a longtime member of the Romance Writer’s of America.

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