My heart was pounding and the muscles in my legs were screaming in protest, but I couldn't stop running. This was the toughest training session yet considering I was fighting three men with supernatural powers and one well aged witch. I stole a glance behind me to see Jax closing in.
"Faster!" I yelled to myself.I turned my attention forward and almost ran into Ava. She sent a spell that would have connected with my head had I not ducked out of the way in time. With the flick of my wrist I threw my magic at her and sent her to her knees. I spun around to face my attackers just as Jax had closed in on me. There was no time to think. His concrete hard fist was coming at me.I blocked one hit, now two, and sent him flying back with one swift kick to the sternum. I stepped quickly to the side to avoid the hit coming at my head from the left. This time from Liam."He sure got over his idea of taking it easy on me." I quietly noted.I blocked his hit and before IThe drive home felt like it had taken twice as long as the drive there."I can't wait to get these shoes off," I said, cutting through the silence.He reached for my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. We pulled up to the gate and entered the pin to open it, so we could finish the drive to the house. Some of the lights were still on so I assumed Jax had taken over surveillance.We walked through the house to the surveillance room and were surprised to see Chase still watching the screens."Where's Jax?" I asked Chase.He turned to us and shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess his date went well.""Ugh, eew!"Liam didn't bother to hide his chuckle. "I can take over, so you can go home and rest," Liam offered as he placed his hand on Chase's shoulder.I understood that we all have personal lives, but I was aggravated with Jax. Chase had just lost the love of his life and he promised to be back here to take over surveillance. I had never known
The smell of coffee woke me from my slumber. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was almost noon. I hated sleeping in past seven. I scanned the room and located my plush house robe on the chair and left the warmth of the bed to retrieve it. "Why is it so cold in here this morning?" I asked myself.The sounds of Liam and Chase's laughter traveled up through the floor and had gotten louder as I made my way through the hall and down the stairs."Good morning gorgeous, we are in the dining room." His voice was full of excitement."Okay, I'm a little cold this morning so I will join you after I get a cup of coffee."I rounded the corner at the bottom of the steps and made my way to the kitchen where I happened to see Ava washing dishes at the sink."Good morning, Ava," I greeted politely.I was pissed at her and Jax for their disappearing act last night, but I have a rule that no problems are to be handled without being properly caffe
We had all sat down to discuss strategy now that it had been decided that I would fight for my claim over the Celtic Coven. Jameson made a call to the other members of the guard who remained unassigned and ordered them to come to us immediately. They would arrive tomorrow, and Jameson would gather them all and introduce me."So basically, you want me to give them a speech?" I asked Jameson.He gave me a slight nod of his head before he replied. "Yes. Then I will give the battle orders."Battle orders? I didn't want that for them."I appreciate everything Jameson. I really do but please do not order them to fight this time. If they stand with me, I want it to be their choice or else I would be no better than Lillian or Ava."He seemed to be thinking about my comments. "Is' never been done that way before, but I can see why ye want it done that way," he smiled, "I will honor your wishes."Guinivere had made a statement that she didn't think it would make
Yesterday's events left the lot of us tired and on edge. I stared into the bottom of my glass that was full moments ago with the coppery liquid that brought my senses back to life."What time will everyone be expected?" I asked the group around me."They left about an hour after the invite. So, they should be here within the hour give or take," Jameson replied to my inquiry.Jameson and Guin's accents seem to have vanished in just the short time that they had been here. I didn't have to struggle to understand them anymore. I had so much to do and no drive to get it done. I needed to prepare all the guest rooms and the surveillance room to sleep our guests. On top of all of that I had to get started on making my wedding dress.The wedding would be taking place tomorrow after all. We moved it up because our other problems were moving forward faster than expected with the attack on me via Jax, by Ava. The dress alone would take me half of the day and I was hoping to
The battle began as soon as the three of us entered the circle. Each of the three men were determined to eliminate my partners before taking me on. It was a good strategy since they knew from our meeting that Liam and I were stronger together. I jumped into the line against Liam just in time. I blocked the man's blow with the back of my arm and my opposite fist connected with his face. Liam and I turned our backs to each other and pivoted so we could see our attackers from all sides. While we were taking on the one, I looked over and saw that two had been trying to beat Jax.I pushed my magic out towards Jax and levitated him just high enough to miss the blade that was meant for the back of his thighs. Jax managed to land a kick to the side of the head of the man in front of him knocking him outside of the circle. I quickly released him from his levitation, so he could take on his remaining attacker.I heard a loud thud and pop before my vision swam. Balls of light were da
As far as our other guests knew Liam and I were still unmarried. Jameson was convinced that we had a traitor in our midst, and he had his eyes set on one woman."Greta is a Far Darrig. It is possible that she controlled the nightmare that plagued your wife. Whether it was a job assigned to her by the Queen I am unsure, but I am certain she was behind it."There were so many people here that I didn't recall having met Greta personally. I was confused. In all the books Wendy and I had studied they described a Far Darrig as a man that resembled a leprechaun but always wore a red coat and matching top hat. Silly I know but all legends have some variation of truth to them. Some say they steal children while some say they simply create nightmares specific to a person's individual fears. Given the details of my nightmare I was leaning more towards the last."The legends I have read on the Far Darrig are confusing. What exactly is it?"Jameson looked at me this time. It
"I think we should squeeze some training in before the wedding," Jameson suggested to the crowd of people joined in the surveillance room. Sounds of agreement echoed around the room."Saraid has not been feeling herself today so I think it best if she and I sit this one out, so she can nap."Jameson nodded and replied, "I was hoping to spar with you again old friend. Are you sure Saraid cannot push through?""You go ahead. I will just catch a nap here on the sofa. I'll be close should anything happen," I said."Just make sure you get back here in time."He knew what I meant. What we were doing left me vulnerable."Are you sure? I don't mind staying with you," he added for affect. I smiled and kissed his cheek."You go have fun. I will be here when you get back."The trap had been set. The men and women headed to the back yard as I grabbed a throw blanket from the recliner and curled up on the sofa. I felt completely vulnerable because the only
The flight to Ireland would take close to eight and a half hours so I settled into my seat and ordered a water. I had almost ordered a Brandy, but alcohol was officially off of the menu for the next nine or so months. When the stewardess returned with my drink, she took a seat at the table across from Chase and myself, putting her next to James."Aside from recent events how have you been Mrs. Maddox?"I knew he was just trying to make conversation, but I couldn't help but feel a tiny stab of anger toward him. I mean how does he think I am doing? Two friends now have been killed and my husband of less than a day had just been kidnapped."Ask me again in a couple days," I bit out.James put his head down. "I'm sorry it was in poor taste to ask you how you have been."Chase cast a sympathetic look to James. "How are things going with getting the foundation up and running James?"That caught my attention. It had never been brought up since I first found ou
Saraid all but ran from the room and up the stairs with Liam following closely behind, both afraid of letting go of eachothers hands. Once they reached the top of the huge staircase Saraid turned and jumped into Liam's arms, straddling his waist and locked her lips on to his. He carried her to their room, never breaking the kiss. With one arm around his neck, Saraid reached behind herself and turned the knob and pushed open the door to their room. Liam kicked it closed, and fumbled with the lock before crossing the room and tossing Saraid on the bed, pulling a slight giggle from her as she bounced from the impact on the mattress. She sat up and immediately began to pull on the button of Liam's pants, quickly pulling them from his body as her unbridled need for him grew stronger. He kicked his shoes and pants off simultaneously. Her hands hungrily tore at his shirt until it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor and she pulled him down on the bed so she could climb atop his waist
Every eye in the room was trained on Liam as they waited anxiously to see if Treasa's magic was the key to recovering Liam's memories. Saraid dropped to her knees in front of Liam and rubbed Treasa's hair back from her sleeping face. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage as she saw the familiar red barbed wire like mark glow slighty before fading back to its usual dull red appearance. "Liam?" His eyes shifted between Saraid and the sleeping child in his lap, "When did we get back home?" Saraid plopped herself down on her butt and began to laugh hysterically. She didn't find anything about the situation particularly amusing and deep down she felt relieved. She didn't realize that he wouldn't have any recollection of everything that had happened in the past few months. The last time Liam remembered her, they were at the cabin and he was chained to a tree by Graten. How was she going to explain the twisted chain of events that led to her now being bound to Graten as well? Would
An awkward silence befell Saraid and Damon as they sat and discussed the peculiar predicament, they found themselves in. Treasa returned in no time and sat on the floor between them with her arms full of her favorite toys.“Where’s Daddy? I have his favorite dollies so he can play too,” she asked Saraid, her innocent face scrunched up in a sign of confusion.Saraid fought back the tears threatening to fall all over again as she brushed her sweet angels bangs from her face, “Daddy is out helping the Guardians with some important training so it’s just you, me, and Grandpa this time.”Treasa’s smile failed and was replaced with a frown of disappointment, but only for a second. She looked into Saraid’s eyes and asked, “Daddy’s sick, isn’t he?”“What makes you ask that,” Damon interjects.“Because Daddy is not Daddy. When Daddy is Daddy, he always plays with me,” she lifts her chin and challenges Damon to say otherwise.Saraid grabs Treasa under her arms and lifts her, so she sits on her l
“I can’t do this anymore! What was the point of all this if I was just going to keep losing him,” Saraid silently asked herself? She stormed through the mansion, throwing everything she could lift in her anger. She now had the last person responsible for taking Liam away from her and she wanted nothing more than to still her beating heart, but she couldn’t, not yet.A glint of silver caught the corner of her eye, tucked away in the corner atop a small wooden table. It was a picture of her and Liam the day they first sat upon the throne. She felt her breathing slow as she slowly crossed the room and took the picture into her hands. They looked so happy and so in love as they gazed into one another’s eyes. The memory of that day sent a small stream of warm tears down her cheek.“I am yours and you are mine forever,” she whispered through her tears.Her life with Liam seemed to move through her mind like a slow-motion movie. All the good and all the bad, and all the things designed to te
“Jaxson Claiborne, you better call me back! I’ve left you message after message. It’s not like you to ignore me!” Wendy screamed into the phone right before she smashed her finger down on the end call button.Chase reached for her and immediately halted her pacing. He had a random burst of energy and found himself feeling close to normal. He wasn’t sure what happened, but he knew it had something to do with Saraid. Knowing she’s alive made them that much more determined to get in touch with Jax so they could go find her.“Wendy, Jax is bound to Saraid just as I am. Chances are he was hunkered down somewhere too weak to do anything,” Chase tried his best to comfort her.“It is likely that his battery died too,” Damon added.She began pacing again, wearing a spot in the floor, “Jax is always prepared for everything. He would not be caught without a charger or some way to get in touch with us. I’m telling you; something is wrong!”A high-pitched wail drew their attention away from the co
The night air was crisp and added to his misery as he sat up from the dampened ground. Questions plagued his thoughts. How did he get here? Where is he? His eyes darted back and forth, taking in his surroundings. He was protected from the elements by what appeared to be a makeshift shelter of some sort. Every wall was comprised of twigs, moss, and mud. Whoever built this place must live here, but where is here and who lives here?A faint sound of feminine humming drifted in through the missing entryway. He noticed his legs were stiff and hard to move as if he hadn’t moved in days. It also caught his attention that his clothes had been changed because he now wore clothes that he didn’t recognize. A small grunt escaped him as he moved to follow the humming coming from outside.Surrounded by trees along the bank of a river sat the silhouette of a female moving something around in the water. Careful not to startle her, he carefully walked in her direction, his guard up so he wouldn’t be c
Graten had flipped every piece of the furniture in the mansion, feeling slightly defeated when he failed to find her there. He was sure that she had vanished into Purgatory, but she would be here at the mansion, right? He won’t rest until he finds her.“Come on Saraid, where are you?” he asks the empty room.Maybe she’s not even here. She could have just vanished to get away from me. Or maybe when she wound up here, she decided to go out to look for me.“Hmph, Fat chance,” he mocked himself but decided that seeing if she was at his place was better than doing nothing.He jogged through the mansion until he found himself seated on his motorcycle. The turn of the key left an echo like thunder in his wake as he went barreling down the old dirt road in the direction of his brewery. If nothing else maybe, he will run into her along the way.As the brewery came into sight, he noticed a familiar car in the lot. He couldn’t place where he had seen it before, but his gut told him that it was S
The room looked like hers, only everything was grey and void of any color. The last thing she remembered was crying herself to sleep and then there was a glimpse of Graten and now she was here. Here she assumed is Purgatory. She needed to get home, but she could barely keep herself standing so her chances of calling magic was slim to none. She sat up on the bed and tried to call upon her magic and felt nothing in return. It was just as she thought. Her magic was depleted and that meant that Chase, Guin, and Jax were suffering as well.“I’m such a selfish asshole!” she cursed to no one in particular.How could she have let herself get this weak knowing that she had other people’s lives tied to her own? She couldn’t even remember the last time she saw anyone outside of the mansion. Anxiety seemed to give her enough strength to get to her feet and begin her search for the only person who could help her.“He’s gotta be here somewhere,” she grunted to herself and she stumbled through the b
The echoes of protests and shouts reverberated through the walls of the stone mansion, the subjects of the coven hammered Damon and Wendy with questions regarding the whereabouts of their Queen. They shared a look of understanding as they approached the angry crowd. How were they going to explain something that they themselves didn’t know the answer to?“I understand your frustrations and your confusion. The Queen has been extremely busy handling a few pressing matters in which we cannot disclose. I assure you that she is alive and well and you will see that as soon as she is able to make an appearance,” Damon spoke as calmly as he could to the now quieted crowd.“We’re just supposed to take your word for it?” a man stepped to the front of the crowd.Damon smiled, “Your skepticism is understood, but yes at this time I ask you to take my word for it. If something had happened to my child, do you think I would be standing here in front of you trying to make peace instead of avenging her