Sword's Call (20 page)

Physical feelings entwined with magic and emotion made every sensation too much. Pleasure smacked into Cera.

They stiffened at the same time. He grunted into their kiss, then tore his mouth away, panting her name and burying his face against her neck. Her whole body shook beneath his and he thrust forward hard.

Cera struggled for breath and coherent thought as Jorrin’s release shot into her, a warm wet rush making her belly tingle.

He collapsed on top of her, and she held him hard and fast, not ready for their bodies to be parted.

Jorrin’s mind was open to her, but his thoughts were chaotic, a mixture of pleasure and love.

Magic enhanced the feelings between them and she felt their bond strengthen. She’d never been so close to another person.

She shivered, a pleasant aftershock of passion moving over her as he trailed kisses along her jaw line before pressing his mouth to hers.

The kiss was tender, heated and languorous all at once, making her already boneless body melt even more.

“Blessed Spirit, I love you,” Jorrin whispered against her lips, resting his forehead against hers.

Cera caressed his stubbly cheeks. “I love you, too.”

He slipped from her body and rolled to his back, taking her with him.

She snuggled close, sighing as she rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heart slow from its frantic pace.

Jorrin ran his fingers through her long loose curls, stroking her back and following the curve of her hip and bottom.

She felt truly soothed for the first time in a long time. “Thank you.” Cera kissed his chest.

He trembled against her and caressed her face. “What for, love?”

“Making it special.”

Smiling, Jorrin pulled her even closer. “It was special for me, too.”

She scooted up his body and kissed him.

They didn’t speak for some time, but the silence was companionable as he held her close. Jorrin’s hands didn’t stop their comforting touches and Cera melted into him, swallowing back a yawn.

“Why don’t you try to sleep, love?” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll hold you.”

Cera met his eyes, smiling softly. She didn’t want reality to close in on them again. It was too soon. “All right, but we should get dressed.”

They made quick work of their clothes, the pleasant ache between her legs begging her to change her mind; stay naked and make love to him again. But as soon as Jorrin nestled her close, wrapping them both in sleeping furs, Cera couldn’t keep her eyes open.

“Sleep, love,” he ordered, placing a kiss to her mouth, cheeks and the crown of her head. “I’ll watch over you.”

With Jorrin’s assurance, she drifted off, trying not to dread what was to come.

Chapter Sixteen

The sword pierced Jorrin’s chest and she screamed at the same time he did. Then he collapsed in a heap.

Much too still.

Varthan sneered and started laughing. He advanced on her, Jorrin’s blood dripping off the sharp edge of her magic sword.

Cera’s heart plummeted to her stomach, her blood rushing with it. Her head danced as she fought passing out.

How was he touching the sword?

What happened to the spell?

Her father had failed, and so had she.

Gasping for breath, she shot up, her heart pounding.

Where am I?

Eyes darting around, she took in the ruins.

The lake.

It was still dark out.

She wiped tears from her eyes.

Trikser was curled up in a ball, sleeping about five feet away, undisturbed despite the horrible . . . nightmare?

Only a dream . . .

Jorrin.

He lay on his side, sleeping peacefully.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed against the lump in her throat.

Visions of their lovemaking danced into her head, making her body tingly and warm. She wanted him again.

She wanted him
always.

Cera reached down to caress his cheek, but pulled her hand back before making contact with his stubble.

It’s better not to wake him.

She watched him, heartbeat increasing steadily. Cera wanted to curl back up against his chest, feel his arms around her, but couldn’t.

Now she knew what she had to do.

She had to prevent her nightmare from becoming reality at all costs.

Her stomach jumped as she glanced at the castle’s ruins. Cera couldn’t endanger the lives of Avery, Braedon, or Hadrian, either. Avery was blood kin, but the elf wizard and Jorrin’s father were a part of her family as well.

Trik made a noise in his sleep and her eyes darted to him. Her bond. Her life was his life. They were entwined. If he died, she would. If she got him killed by Varthan or the shades, her life was forfeit anyway. If she left him and got herself killed, at least he wouldn’t have to see her die. His death would be peaceful.

Perhaps Hadrian could even ease it.

Was it fair to endanger him?

Jorrin shifted against her. She froze, waiting to see if he would wake. When his breathing settled back into a deep rhythm, Cera leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, her heart aching.

He smiled in his sleep, but didn’t stir otherwise.

Love for him washed over her, tears welled.

She’d given herself to him because she’d wanted to, because she loved him. Cera didn’t regret it; at least Jorrin would have her memory if Varthan killed her.

Taking a deep breath, she donned her boots and cloak as quietly as possible, then covered Jorrin with the furs and stepped away.

Consciously, she built walls in her mind. Cera would have to block everything out. Every feeling, every thought, would be a sharpened edge, a weapon to pierce her with. She’d have to be stronger than she was even capable of.

I don’t have a choice.

“Lass, have you ever taken a life?”
Hadrian’s words teased her memory, but she banished them, sucking in a breath and making a fist.

She’d do what she had to do.

If she went now, she could—would—take Varthan by surprise and run him through with the weapon he coveted.

Her friends and the love of her life wouldn’t be in peril if they weren’t with her.

Trikser opened his amber eyes as soon as she scooted from Jorrin’s side. He rose alert, shoulders tense.

Cera cursed. She should’ve known he’d understand something was very wrong. Her thoughts and feelings were disturbed and she’d blocked everything and everyone from her mind—including her bond.

How was she going leave him?

He’d follow without any command.

Her wolf whined as she reached for him, but his stance didn’t relax.

She knelt and threw her arms around his neck.

He was stiff against her, whimpering.

“It’s all right, Trik. It’s something I have to do.” Cera pulled back to look at him, meeting his eyes.

He wiggled his tail a bit, but still looked ready to strike.

“I need you to stay here,” she commanded as calmly and evenly as she could.

Trikser started to growl.

She gaped.

Her bond had
never
growled at her before.

What the hell am I going to do?

“Dammit.”

Trikser growled more deeply.

He’d never disobeyed before either, but she’d never tried to ditch him to run
into
danger.

Would he bite her if he thought it was to keep her safe?

Cera forced a breath. “Trikser. You will stay here. You will protect Jorrin.”

She gestured to her sleeping lover, but her wolf lowered his head as if she was prey, his amber eyes boring into her.

What can I do?

She couldn’t lie to him. Even with her mind partially blocked, her bondmate could sense dishonesty. It was like a smell, palpable to him, just as he could sense fear.

Cera sighed when he whined and pawed her hand. “You can’t come with me.”

She’d have to stun him, but it wouldn’t work if he had any warning. Guilt crept up from the pit of her stomach.

Avery had taught her the small spell not even a sevenday ago. It wouldn’t hurt her wolf, but that didn’t quell her reluctance to use it.

The spell wasn’t long-term. It’d give her just enough time to get away.

Her cousin said it would knock someone out for a half-hour at most.

Leaning into him, she dropped a kiss on his furry head.

Trikser relaxed his stance and licked her cheek.

Cera whispered she loved him as well as thought-sent it, wrapping him in love. She clamped her eyes shut, scrambling to her feet. It was the only way her determination wouldn’t collapse entirely.

Extending her arm as Avery instructed, she clearly said the spellwords. Her tone was hushed, but her resolve remained firm.

Her wolf yelped and collapsed in a heap, unconscious.

Kneeling down, Cera caressed his head and whispered an apology, blinking away tears.

She jogged away from Trikser and Jorrin, soothing Ash when he started hoofing the ground and jerking his head up and down as she rushed to saddle him.

Cera rubbed his nose, resting her forehead against his, sucking in great gulps of air as shivers crept down her spine. “I have to do this, Ash.”

He bumped her hand with his soft muzzle when she broke their contact. She patted him one last time and mounted, shuddering; the motion had little to do with the night air.

Tucking her magic sword against her, she made sure it was hidden under her cloak. Her fingers searched frantically for her dirk, even though she knew it was there.

“I’m sorry, Jorrin,” she whispered, nudging Ash away from the other horses, “but I can’t let you die, too.”

She leaned low, brushing his mane with her cheek as Ash covered the ground at a run. Cera steeled herself as best she could, pushing away the voice that called her a fool. Ignoring the one that piped up, demanding,
go back.

Cera was doing what she had to do.

Right?

Arriving at her destination, still cursing and declaring herself a coward, she jumped off her stallion, the ground jarring her body. Her eyes roved for Trikser, but her stomach somersaulted when the memory hit her.

I left him behind.

The sun would be up soon, and she’d have to sneak into the castle before anyone was awake. A vision of marching right into the great hall and attacking Varthan danced into her head, but she disregarded it. She had to protect the sword from him.

Turn herself in, in return for her aunt and uncle?

Cera wouldn’t give him the sword, though.

No matter how she got into Castle Lenore, she’d have to be stealthy.

Why hadn’t she learned how to communicate with her aunt as Avery had?

Aunt Em could’ve helped.

She headed into the stables, entering the smallest building—where most of the ponies were kept. Several animals were inside; leaving her horse here should go unnoticed.

Encountering no one, Cera hid Ash in the stall farthest away from the main entrance. She slipped out of her cloak, laying it over the saddle and whispering reassurances to her stallion.

She froze in place when noise greeted her ears. Flattening herself against the wall, she paused, cocking her head to one side.

Who’s awake at this hour?

A girl’s muffled cries had Cera narrowing her eyes.

“Ow. I can’t believe you bit me, you bitch.”

A smack of flesh on flesh and the girl screamed.

Growling, Cera moved out of the stall just as his laughter started.

Why the hell had she left Trikser behind?

She crept along the line of stalls just as the fair-haired young man threw the girl onto a pile of hay. He had to be a shade, and what he intended with the girl was obvious.

Cera recognized the girl. Her name was Neomi and she was a maid of her Aunt Em’s. The girl was a few turns younger than she, but they’d played together as children any time she’d been in Tarvis.

Bile rose as the shade roughly began to fondle and kiss Neomi.

The maid was doing a valiant job of resisting, and she almost got a good knee into his groin.

He slid his hips away from her, but then slammed his pelvis into Neomi’s.

Cera winced.

Neomi pounded him on the back with tight fists until he pinned her arms to the hay pile. She whimpered and struggled, but got nowhere.

She’d have to move fast. Cera yearned to slip her sword—or dirk—into his back, but Avery’s stunning spell would work better . . . allow her to save the girl and remain unseen.

The spellwords a harsh whisper, she pushed all her power behind them, clenching tight fists at her sides.

The shade stood, then whirled toward her, his pale blue eyes wide as he collapsed in a heap.

Growling, Cera kicked him.

Hope he hit his head.

Around eight and ten, he was younger than she’d first estimated. Pale, unmarred skin; he was handsome
.

Irritating.

Plus he’d seen her, and that wasn’t part of her plan.

She scowled.

“Lady Ryhan?” Neomi’s whisper was tremulous, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Her dress was ripped, and she shook from head to foot.

The bruising already visible on her wrists and right cheek from the boy’s slap made Cera’s blood boil, though the maid appeared otherwise unharmed.

Good.

Neomi hadn’t moved from the hay stack, so Cera put her hand out.

“Is he dead?” Neomi asked as Cera pulled her to her feet.

“No, just stunned. I’m hoping it’ll last about an hour.”

She should kill the shade, but didn’t want to traumatize Neomi any more than she already was. A little voice pointed out that Braedon and Hadrian had spoken the truth, Cera had no blood on her hands so far, but she ignored it.

Neomi threw herself into Cera’s arms, almost knocking her over. When the maid started to sob, Cera was too surprised to do anything other than hold the shorter girl. Patting her back, she whispered to the maid that it would be all right.

“Lady Em said you would come.” Neomi swiped at her wet cheeks with a shaky hand. “Thank you for saving me from Markus.”

Cera met her big brown eyes, smoothing Neomi’s disheveled blond hair as the girl took a deep breath. “Why’re you here? Aunt Em said she’d evacuated everyone.”