Dragonmark (26 page)

“Savitar?” Vane called.

Fang scowled. “Thorn?”

No one answered. His features pale, Fang met Max's gaze. “Have you ever seen or heard of anything like this?”

Before he could answer, Nala gasped in alarm. Then she cried out in pain.

Sera stepped toward her. “Basilinna?”

She held her hand up to show that it was slowly turning gray. “I think I'm returning to stone … you?”

Horrified, Seraphina examined her own body. “I don't think so.”

Her breathing ragged, Nala shook her head. “What is this?” Shrieking, she vanished, and took her Amazons with her.

Fang and Vane turned to the Arcadians, but without their demon and Amazon warriors, their bluster faded.

“This isn't over,” the wolf leader promised. “I, too, am a Kattalakis Lykos and I demand the satisfaction of seeing the one who cursed our race pay for his crimes. I'll be back!”

And with that, they were gone.

Max noticed that Sera was paler than she'd been. “Seramia?”

“I don't feel right, either.” She pressed her hand to her forehead. “It's so strange.” Her legs buckled.

Max swept her up in his arms and teleported her from the bar, back to Peltier House and into the infirmary. “Carson!”

The Gerakian appeared instantly. “What's wrong?”

“I don't know. She's sick or something.”

Max stepped back so that Carson could examine her.

“This is weird. It's like the spell that Kessar unlocked is reversing itself.” Kessar was the gallu demon who'd rescued Sera and her amazon tribe from being stone. He'd undone the curse and made them live again.

Max's breath caught in his throat as fear went through him. “What?”

“She's slowly turning back into stone.”

In that moment, he felt as if all the wind had been violently knocked out of his body. “Bullshit! Don't fuck with me, Carson.”

Illarion felt sick for his brother. He knew that pain and he hated for Max to feel it.

He pulled the stethoscope from his neck. “I'm not.” Patting Sera gently on the shoulder, he offered her a sad, sympathetic smile. “I'm sorry. I have no idea how to fix or treat this.”

Her eyes glistened as she met Max's gaze, but she managed to blink her tears back. “I should have known the gods wouldn't allow us to go free. We were meant to be punished for riding against them. Let's face it, they're not exactly known for their mercy.”

She was right and Illarion knew it. It was why Edilyn had been taken from him.

Max sank down on his knees in front of her. “I can't lose you again.”

She brushed her hand through his hair. “I'm sorry. I should never have followed Nala in her war against the gods. She was so sure the Sumerians would take over Greece.” Laughing bitterly, she winced. “Stupid bitch never backed a winning side in any conflict.”

Unable to witness this, Illarion left them. Max's pain was too close to home. Too bitter for him to relive.

And in that moment, he hated his silence more than he ever had, because inside, he was screaming.

Yet only he could hear it.

*   *   *

Max hesitated as he did something he knew was all kinds of stupid. The kind of stupid that if one of his brothers had done it, he'd have beaten them senseless. Thrown water on them to revive them.

Then beaten them more.

But he couldn't think of any other way to spare his dragonswan from her fate. And if he didn't move fast, it would be too late.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and ignored the pain of his wounds. He summoned every ounce of dragon's breath inside him and teleported from Sanctuary to the Gates of Samothraki. While the humans in this time and place saw nothing but the jagged remains of a bygone era, he knew where the opening to a most sacred place lay. Much like the gateways to Avalon and Kalosis, it shimmered only in the faintest heartbeats right at dusk and dawn. So quickly that it was easily missed or dismissed as a trick of the eye.

But this was one of the last places where his brethren slept in the modern world.

And this was one of his last remaining siblings.

“Falcyn?”

Nothing but the evening sea breeze answered him. Max picked his way through the ruins of the ancient temple complex where mankind had once paid tribute to the gods of old. Where they'd once made offerings to his kind, hoping to win their cooperation and affection.

Things today were so different.

“Damn it, Falcyn! If you can hear me, answer!”

“I don't answer to humans. If you want to speak to me, pick the right language.”

Max laughed bitterly as he switched over to Drakyn. “I don't have time for you to be an asshole. I need you, brother.”

Something struck him hard across his chest and knocked him flying. By the pain of it, and the distance he flew before he slammed into the ground, he'd say it must have been Falcyn's barbed tail.

With a pain-filled groan, he pushed himself up. “Feel better?”

“Not really. When I slit you from asshole to appetite, then I should rally emotionally.”

This time when he attacked, Max caught the blow. Using his force field, he blocked and sent it back at his older brother. “Please, Falcyn … please.”

The pressure against him lessened.

Then it vanished. Max relaxed, only to realize too late that it was a trick. Falcyn materialized at his back and caught him in a vicious headlock. He choked him hard as he held Max against his body.

“Behold what is left of my island because of you,
brother
. You brought those Greek bastards here and I hate you for it!”

Yeah, okay, this might have been a massive mistake. He'd hoped a few thousand years would have mellowed his brother's wrath.

Apparently, Falcyn needed a few thousand more.

“I'm sorry. I had nowhere else to go.”

“And I have nothing more to say to you.”

With no choice, Max turned on him and flipped him. “Listen to me! I don't want to fight you.”

But a fight it was. Falcyn came after him like a starving dog in a buffet line that was after the last pork chop. Damn, he'd forgotten how hard his brother could hit. With no choice, he transformed to a dragon. It was the only way to survive and he didn't really want to kill his brother.

Well …

Theoretically. However, if Falcyn didn't come to his senses soon, Max might change his mind. He didn't need his brother alive to claim what he needed. Only his conscience required a breathing Falcyn.

Oh dear gods, really?
Suddenly, Illarion was between them in his dragon body, pushing them apart.
Stop it! Both of you!

Falcyn spun around, trying to sting Max one more time with his tail.

Max caught it with his talons and bit it so hard, Falcyn yelped.

Illarion glared at him.
Was that necessary?

Max released his tail. “Little bit.”

With an irritable growl, Falcyn shot fire at him.

Illarion froze it with his powers. He glared at Falcyn.
We are down to the last four of our house. Can you please not cull our lineage any more?

“Then you'd best get him out of my sight.”

Falcyn …

“I mean it, Illy. I'm not in the mood.” He lumbered off toward his gate.

“I need a dragonstone, Falcyn. My children and swan will die without it.”

Falcyn froze. “You dare to ask me for that?”

“You're the only one left who has one.”

Illarion cringed as he remembered why he no longer had his. Max should be throwing that in his face, since he was the one who'd lost Max's.

Yet his brother didn't say a word to pin that blame where it fully belonged. He didn't even mention it.

Falcyn was not so kind. The centuries had left him very bitter and even harsher than before. He turned to pin each of them with a fierce, stern glower. “And I really don't give a fuck. Go home. Both of you. I never want to see you again.”

With those cold words spoken, he vanished between the gates.

Stunned, Max stared after him. “Are you serious?”

I'm sorry, Max.

Unable to believe this, he laughed bitterly. “I knew you were selfish and cold, Fal, but this … Mom would be proud to know how much you take after her. I wish I'd killed you when I had the chance, you bastard!”

Stop, Max. You know why he feels this way.

Yeah, sure. Like everyone else, he blamed Max for things Max hadn't wanted. For things he couldn't help. That he'd done everything to avoid.

Now Sera and his children would pay for it.

His heart broken that he'd failed, he led Illarion back to Sanctuary so that he could spend whatever time he had left with his wife before the gods returned her to a cold, dead statue.

And Illarion was left to grapple with the guilt of what he'd done to his own brother.

 

25

Illarion waited outside of Max's room for his brother to answer his knock. His brother had sent him to Avalon to retrieve the children so that they could say good-bye to their mother. But the moment he'd started to contact Blaise, he'd remembered something important.

The lesson about his mating mark and magick between the two realms.

Given what had happened with him and Edilyn, he didn't dare bring the children back through the Veil. It could be catastrophic.

“Come in!”

Holding one of Merlin's magical spheres, Illarion opened the door.

Max scowled at him. “Where are the kids?”

They're fine and still in Avalon. Since they're not in the process of reconverting to stone, Merlin kept them there. We spoke about it and she thinks whatever is affecting Sera and her tribe here can't break through the barrier to reach them on her side of things. We were afraid that if she sent them back, they'd begin to turn, too.

Sera let out a sound of happiness as she sat up. “They're not changing back?”

Illarion held the crystal ball for her to see into it.

Both of the children were there, in Merlin's castle. Happy, but concerned about their parents.

Edena bit her lip as she moved her head about like a little bird, trying to focus on her mother's face. “Mom?”

Sera smiled at her as she took the ball into her hands. “Edena? Hadyn? Are you all right?”

Hadyn nodded. “We're fine. You?”

“Wonderful, now that I know you're both okay.”

Edena's lips quivered. “Is it true? Are you changing back?”

She nodded. “I want you two to listen to your father and let him take care of you for me. Can you do that?”

They both nodded.

“I love you, Mom,” Hadyn said, placing his hand on the orb. “I wish I was there to say it to your face.”

“As do I. Just remember that no matter what, I will be close. And Edena, I need you to be kinder to your brother in my absence. Stop trying to clip his wings all the time. Let him learn to fly or crash on his own.”

“I shall try. For you.”

“I love you both. Please take care of each other and your father and uncles for me.”

Edena started crying as Hadyn pulled her into his arms to comfort her.

Max swallowed hard. “Merlin? Are you there with the children?”

The beautiful white-blonde enchantress moved to stand next to them. “I'm here. What do you need?”

“If I brought Seraphina to you in Avalon, do you think you could stop her from turning? That whatever is saving the children could save her, too?”

Merlin hesitated. “It might, but it could also kill her, since she's in the process of changing already. I don't know what type of spell Zeus has her under. You know as well as I do how unreasonable magick can be, and the unforeseen consequences.” She glanced to his children. “Plus, she's not your bloodline. While she carried your young and has mixed her blood with yours, it's not the same as being born of the drakomai. There's just no telling what might happen. I'm sorry, Max. I don't want to try something and lose her.”

Illarion agreed with that. No one could ever predict what magick would do when it crossed pantheon borders.

Damn the gods for that. Because she was part Apollite and not drakomai, she couldn't even go into a torpor.

“Thanks, Merlin.”

She inclined her head to Max before the mist in the orb swallowed them.

Sera cocked her head to stare up at him. “What's with that look? What are you planning?”

Yeah, you're scaring me, too.

He stood up. “I'm going after Kessar and the Tablet.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

For once, Illarion agreed with Sera.

Max shook his head. “It's the only way. He used it to free you. Then I can use it to keep you here, too.” He looked at Illarion. “Right?”

Illarion hesitated.
Yeah … no, this is a really bad,
bad
idea. Like trying to blow-dry your hair while showering, or piss into a high wind. Are you out of your mind?
He repeated Sera's words.

“No. I'm desperate.”

Same thing.

He gave his brother an irritated smirk.

Well, it is.

Sera stood up beside him. “I agree with Illarion. Don't even think about doing this. Are you insane? You can't walk into a colony of demons and Amazons who want you dead, and take the Tablet the head demon covets most. They tend to react badly to such things. Believe me. I've seen it. I do believe Nala wears the claw of the last dragon possessed of such arrogance.”

Illarion nodded vigorously.
How many more challenges are you planning to issue? Sheez, Max. There are far less painful ways to die. Drowning in acid comes to mind.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the room with them. Max started toward it, but something kept him in place. A strong, unseen force he couldn't break.