Erica sets her fork down and looks me in the eyes. “Are you okay?”I’m anything other than okay, but I can’t talk about that in the middle of a meal surrounded by all the students in the academy.“Mila?”I move my fork around the plate. “Let’s talk later.”“Right after the meal?”“Sure.” I turn my head just enough to be able to see the band at the end of the table. Isaac is turned toward them, so I can’t see anything other than the back of his head. If only I could see his face, I could gage how he’s feeling. Does he want to work through things or break up with me?Tears blur my vision. I realize Erica speaking, so I turn back to her. She’s talking with Lumen, which is a relief. I don’t think I can pull myself together enough to hold down a conversation. There isn't anything I want to talk about anyway. Not my parents, not Isaac, not the fact that I’ve angered Earwyn again. When she and her friends arrived at the table, they each made a point to glare at me before sitting.I should ta
“If he pulled the stunts you have, you’d better believe it!”“I find that hard to believe.”Her nostrils flare. “That’s because you’ve underestimated me from the beginning, you slimy little eel.”I ignore the dig. “You think you haven’t underestimated me? I have the Walker power, and I’ve killed a king! You really want to test me?”“I managed to get you out to the woods your first night. That was just the beginning of what I can do!”Anger swirls around me. “Did you happen to notice I got away?”“Took you all night. That’s hardly impressive.”My hands heat as the green glow brightens and a ball forms between my palms.“You think that scares me?”“It should!” The ball grows and casts an emerald light on us and the walls.People have gathered on the stairs watching us from above and below. Hushed whispers run through the onlookers.“Why would that scare me?” Earwyn demands.I turn my attention back to her. “Maybe because I’ve killed a king with it!”She pretends to yawn. “You keep bring
“You weren’t avoiding me because I didn’t do what you told me to do?”He studies me. “Do you really take me for that kind of guy?”“No.”“Good, because I want you to have a mind of your own. Yeah, I’d like to think you value my opinion enough to consider it, but that wasn’t what bothered me.”“I wasn’t trying to push you away. It was too much for me to process, and I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. Do you know what it was like to be at my dad’s funeral after killing him, to have my mom and uncle make their grand entrance like two lovebirds? I didn’t even know she was back in Valora! I guess she was too busy making out with her lover to tell me.”“Or maybe she just arrived moments earlier, and they just wanted to surprise you.”I chew on my lower lip before responding. “No. I’m certain they wanted to stick it to my dad and Walker. That’s what it was about. I’ll bet if Tobi couldn’t have done that, he wouldn’t have allowed the funeral. He says it was for my sake, but I have to
For now.” I frown. “I really messed up.”He doesn’t deny it.“What am I supposed to do now?”“Lay low until people forget.”“You think they’re just going to forget?”“There you are!” Tobi appears around the corner, her hands on her hips.I groan. “What do you want?”“What do I want?” She swims over. “You left a hole in the dorm after trying to kill a student!”“I wasn’t trying to kill her.”“What were you trying to do?” she demands.“Shut her up.”Tobi scowls. “That doesn’t help your cause.”“She was trying to get me to react! I fell right into her trap.”“You’re saying she wanted you to kill her? I suppose next you’re going to tell me that’s what your father wanted too?”That last part is like a punch to the gut. I can’t respond.She glowers at me. “Not that it matters. If the rumors are true, your real father wants you at the castle immediately. There’s a car waiting for you out front.”My stomach drops to the floor.He already knows that I spilled the beans?My heart nearly explode
They turn back to me and Tobi speaks. “We’re going to announce our engagement to Valora, and we’d like you to be with us. I’ll confirm the rumors so everyone can calm down and focus on the wedding instead. I know you don’t want to be in the spotlight.”Relief washes through me. Not only am I not getting in trouble for my incident, but everyone’s gossip will be focused on the upcoming wedding rather than me. “That sounds great.”“Perfect.” Tobi grins. “Would you like to change into a gown?”I give him a double-take. “You’re going to do the announcement now?”“As soon as you’re ready.”“But I have to get back to the academy and study.”“I’ll excuse you from your assignments. One of the benefits of being king.” He winks.Before I can reply, someone bows in front of me. It’s the same servant who helped me the first day I arrived. The one I called Sally because she wouldn’t tell me her actual name. “To your room, my lady.”I don’t bother telling her to call me by my name. I suppose I’ve re
As soon as the curtain closes behind us, I glare at my father. Now that he’s pulled this ridiculous stunt, it’s not difficult to think of him as a dad. “Why did you do that?”“Tell you about the trials in front of everyone?”“WhatHe glances at the servants in the room and waves them out before turning to me. “I thought you’d be excited. You aren’t?”I stare at him, trying to find the words. “You thought I’d be excited?”“We were discussing the Mrs Walker link before I brought your mother back from land. It sounded like you were on board. Has that changed?”My heart pounds like a jackhammer. “About going through a set of trials?”“This is good news.”“How?”He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks into my eyes. “You can come into Sirena’s full powers.”I take a deep breath. “How much do you know about how she got those?”“Like I said, I’ve gathered every book I could find on the topic—and it wasn’t easy. Some of them were from opposing kingdoms in secret libraries and even in vaults.”
He glances up. “Oh. Hey, Mila.Isaac isn’t here, but I guess you can see that.”“That’s okay. I’m here to see you.”Mila’s mum sets his guitar down. “Why’s that?”“You know that cloaking spell?”He groans. “I can’t keep doing that.”“It’s just one more time.” I clasp my hands together. “Please.”“For what?” He frowns.“Same thing. I just need to look at a certain book in the library.”Mila’s mum glances around. “Last time, I could do it because I needed to practice the spell for a class. Now, I’m just breaking the rules.”My heart sinks. “There’s nothing you can do?”“What’s so important about this book?”“It’s a long story, but it can help me figure out this Mrs Walker stuff.”His eyes widen. “So crazy about your uncle—I mean dad.”“Tell me about it. That’s why I need answers. And it gets weirder, but I can’t really get into it right now. I have to find out what that book says.”He taps his finger on the guitar. “So, it’s kind of a matter of life and death?”“It definitely is.”Mila’s
I take a few deep breaths before looking over the titles again. Expand the breadth of my search. Double-check that I’m at the right row. Look up and down adjoining aisles.Nothing. The book isn’t here.Why in Hades is it gone? My heart pounds like a jackhammer, making it even harder to think. I check the time. I’m down to ten minutes before the spell wears off and I have to be out of here. Heir of the throne or not, I’m not a fourth-year. I can’t be seen here.I race up and down each aisle, scanning the books. Look at the tables to see if anyone brought it out and left it.Still nothing. It’s nowhere.Am I imagining having found it in the first place? No, that’s not possible. Isaac was here with me, and he was insistent that I wouldn’t have to kill my dad. He saw the book too. It’s not something I made up.I glance at the clock. Three minutes. And that’s assuming the spell will last exactly one hour. It could wear off two minutes early or five minutes late. I have no idea, and Mila’s
She'd wanted to see his face for more than that brief glimpse. Did he fear what she would see? Beauty and the Beast was one of her favorite fairy tales, because an empath could see it all. The monster beneath the flesh, no matter how beautiful the mask. The beauty of the soul, no matter the disfigurement. But she hadn't wanted to assess the balance within him. She'd needed to look into his eyes for a reason she couldn't define, but it had been all-consuming. If she'd seen the darkness in him outweighing the light, would she have clung to him anyway, because he needed her? It was a desperation that went deeper into the soul than even she'd ever delved. Down to the dark, frightening places where children screamed but no mother came, pain and fear were the air one breathed, and the earth had no magic beneath the soles of the feet."Isaac?"A warm light had spread over her skin. She raised her gaze to her father's dark eyes. Apparently when she hadn't responded right away, he'd intensifie
. How on earth did she know what brimstone smelled like?Maybe she remembered it from that time she'd ended up in the outer catacombs of Hell, looking for the caverns where her parents had first met. She'd been twelve, and fascinated by the story of how Anna had hidden Jonah there when he was hurt and being pursued by Dark Ones. Of course, Lex hadn't been thrilled to run smack into Lucifer while on her romantic quest. She'd been told in no uncertain terms she would not be swimming down into his realm again, not if she knew what was good for her. She was twenty-one now, but the memory still made her shudder.God, she loved her parents, but they had such scary friends. The Lord of the Underworld was her father's best friend, while Mila was the seawitch Mina, a creature whose name no merperson would speak aboveBut whether or not Isaac was smelling brimstone, this had to be a dream. Mainly because that part of the mind that kept things from being too frightening in dreams said so, even
His hand slid up, his thumb finding her nipple and making her moan softly. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to focus. Goddess, it was as if he hadn't sated his lust in eons. What was it about her? Rationally, he knew it could be something the witch had done. But his heart knew differently, for an angel's heart knew truth."I'm off balance, because despite all that, I'm enthralled by the way your hair lies on your shoulders, how anger flashes in your eyes like heat lightning. The flush of your cheeks, the way your nipples have hardened against that thin shirt just from my barest touch." He folded his hand around her throat and cheek, tucked her head under his chin, and let sensuality give way to comfort.When Mila let out a resigned sigh, coiled her arms around his upper body, he felt that curious relief again. "I'm angry, because in the midst of all these things, I want you. So I strike out at your desire for me, so new and clean. It's beautiful, Anna, a miraculous gift to any male
Except for that one picture. The one that said she hoped for something better.As he came back up her body and sheathed himself again, pushing them both over the edge they needed, he knew he was going to embark on this journey with her. Not because he believed the seawitch, or that the darkness in his heart needed healing, but because suddenly the most important thing was that his little mermaid knew that someone believed in her.And hellfire, he still couldn't bring himself to go back, reach out to Lucifer or the Lady. Or any of them. What would a week matter? Time was relative, when one was an angel.SHE woke alone. The thunder was shaking the house, coming close together, flashes of lightning illuminating the cottage so she could see him standing on the deck, the sliding glass door open to the driving rain. His hair was plastered to his head, his face tilted to the sky, the wings a heavy weight on his back.She didn't dress, but moved down the stairs, stood in the open door, steppe
"What the hell did you let her do to me?""She was trying to save your life. The Dark Ones--""She is a Dark Spawn. Damn it, I never should have trusted her. Or you, a child stupid enough to think a Dark One can be your friend. I--""She may be dead because of you, my lord." Mila thrust hard against him, but of course he didn't budge. "Because of me. Because I brought her into this. She led the Dark Ones away from us.""Perhaps that's what she wants you to think." He had no patience for her feelings right now. With disgust, he released her and managed to make it to his feet this time, though he had to fight the desire to lie back down. Because his voice was hoarse, he cleared it twice before he got the words out. "What did she do to me?""You're human." She flinched at his expression. "It's only temporary. At dusk, your true form will return. Until . . ." She bit it off and looked away. "It will return at dusk."His eyes narrowed. Gods, his head felt like someone was pounding a mallet
"What have you been doing?" Erica demanded."What do you mean?""The Dark Ones were loose and swarming about the ocean floor, seeking one of the winged ones. And it's all over you, his aura. You are fair glowing with it." Erica was already rummaging through her stores, reaching into crevices in the rock used for storage for her healing tonics and potions."He said I would be safe as long as I wasn't with him.""Idiot.""Erica," Mila gasped. "He's an angel.""And an idiot. Here, drink this quickly. It will purge you and you'll be rid of that glow. Go on or I'll pour it down your throat."Anna hesitated. "What do you mean, purge? Not . . . forget?"Erica stopped, stared at her. "No," she said at last. "It's a cleansing, not a . . .""Cleansing. How . . . Does that mean . . ." He'd said he could voluntarily withhold his seed, but what if . . .Erica peered at her. Now her gaze traveled more slowly over Mila, apparently seeing far more than auras."Mila, you lay with him.""It was necessa
How do you know about that?"She shrugged. "I've spent time in the human world. I've studied their history.""So have I." The shadows were back in his eyes again, the dangerous set to his mouth that made him seem so formidable. But he regarded her curiously. "Won't someone be missing you? Your family? Your great-grandsire?""I don't stay in one place for long. They're used to my absences.""So no one looks after you.""I look after myself," she said with a trace of irritation. "I got you here.""Despite my command to leave me.""It wasn't a command," she protested.Isaac snorted. "It most certainly was, and you ignored it."She rose, went to the water. For a moment he thought she was going to dive, metamorphose into her other self and leave him there. Rising, he came up behind her, not yet touching her but standing just at her back. Feeling her hair brush his chest, his abdomen, he gazed down over the top of her head at the swell of her breasts, the pink tips so recently suckled. One
Her features were so fine, small. He put his finger up beside the line of her nose, just to judge, and it seemed the tip of his finger would almost cap it. Her lips were a tiny bow, and despite himself, he imagined what it would be like to stretch them . . .While he knew human mythology suggested angels were above such things, that myth was not based on the warrior class of seraphim. The nourishing energy they required made carnality a vital part of their strength, one of the easiest and fastest ways to replenish their powers. Many of the humanoid races freely offered themselves, and he was all too aware that many felt they had no right to refuse an angel. While he tried not to take advantage of that, fortunately, not many had the desire to resist.But as the years had passed, there was a lack of intimacy to such couplings that bothered him in a way he didn't care to examine too closely. He'd begun to prefer recharging by going into seclusion, drawing from the elements, a slower, med
He would die without her. Let me die . . .No, by Neptune's Trident. She would not. And she wasn't dying here, either. This wasn't how she was going to go, damn it.When her tail encountered a flat surface, and moving water pushed against her face, telling her the tunnel had become horizontal again and was widening, she sobbed in relief. She was able to switch arms and swim forward, using the additional propulsion offered by a wider sweep of her tail. And then, the darkness began to have shapes. Rock formations in the walls, the curve of the tunnel on all sides. Light. There was light coming from somewhere. Seafans with waving tendrils and myriad corals began to blanket the walls again, scraping at her knuckles. Bless the Lady, the water was getting warmer. Much warmer. As the tunnel directed her up, she pushed against the wall with her free arm as well as pumped with her tail, suddenly desperate to know that what she was seeing, sensing, was true and not some odd type of mirage in t