Firestorm Forever: A Dragonfire Novel (67 page)

Quinn and Sara had taken the boys to town earlier in the day to do some shopping. There was nothing like a houseful of dragons—almost two housefuls, actually—to clean out provisions. Sloane was glad that Lee was running the store. Eileen and Lee were taking turns with the cooking, too. Erik was pacing troughs in the floor of the house, sufficiently recovered that Sloane wished he’d go back to Chicago. Thorolf hadn’t lingered when he’d brought the Boris Vassily clone, but Sloane hadn’t had time to do much more than stuff the body into a refrigerator with a lock.

And hope for the best. It was only a matter of time until the
Slayer
regained his strength sufficiently to manifest outside the fridge. The Elixir would work steadily, although the
Slayer
’s healing would be slowed by the cold. Thorolf had said that the
Slayer
’s gut had been blown open in the battle, but even in the course of the flight to California, that wound had closed.

Sloane felt the need for time he didn’t have. He should be testing the
Slayer
, exploring his nature, but trying to cure Ronnie was taking all of his time.

Because the antidote hadn’t worked as well as he’d planned. Sloane reviewed all of his research and his tests, repeating many of them in the lab, seeking the detail he’d missed. He wasn’t finding it, but exhaustion didn’t help.

There had been a firestorm sparked in Australia, and Erik was growling about new videos of the dragonfight appearing online. Sloane couldn’t have cared less. Melissa had plenty to say about her competition, that reporter Maeve O’Neill, the one determined to paint dragons in a bad light. Sloane wasn’t quite at the point of agreeing with her, but he was less enamored of his fellows in this moment than was usually the case.

He wanted Sam, but she was gone.

He had no right to want her, not when she wasn’t his mate.

He’d ground his teeth in frustration just as Melissa screamed from the great room. Sloane swore, abandoning his test in a fury. It was impossible to achieve anything under such conditions! He raged through the containment barriers, wanting his house back.

“He abducted Rafferty!” Erik roared.

Sloane took a breath as he strode into the great room and discerned Marco’s scent, then guessed what had happened. The dragonsmoke barrier around the house hadn’t been disturbed and for the first time in a while, there was no blue-green glimmer of darkfire. The crystal was gone, as well as Rafferty.

“It was Marco,” Melissa said. She was standing where Rafferty had been and Isabelle was hugging her tightly. “I saw him. He was standing right here, and he reached for the crystal. As soon as he touched it, Rafferty changed to a salamander. Marco took both and disappeared.”

Sloane took another deep breath, discerning a heat in the residue from Marco’s appearance. “It
is
his firestorm.”

“And he hasn’t satisfied it,” Erik snapped. He paced the room with agitation, then flung out a hand. “His mate wasn’t with him, which means he’s left her undefended when there are
Slayers
on the hunt! Maybe he can’t satisfy it because he’s turned
Slayer
.”

“Wouldn’t the firestorm extinguish itself then?” Sloane asked.

“I don’t know!” Erik said and paced in his frustration.

“Jorge might have her,” Eileen said. “The video showed both of them being snatched by Jorge.”

Erik grimaced at that. “The notion that he’s free of Jorge but left her trapped isn’t very reassuring.” He ran a hand over his hair. “He asked for the Elixir in old-speak.”

“He could have erred,”
Drake contributed in old-speak, evidence that he was listening, as well. The
Pyr
exchanged glances, and Sloane knew that Drake wouldn’t welcome any discussion of mates kept captive by Jorge.

“Why would Marco take the crystal?” Erik demanded of no one in particular.

“Maybe he knows more than we do,” Sloane said. “Maybe he needed the crystal as much as Rafferty did.”

Erik grimaced. “I’m having a hard time believing in his good will.”

“Because you didn’t see him that day,” Sloane retorted. “Marco was devastated that Rafferty had been injured. I’m glad he isn’t denying the darkfire any longer.”

“Even though his mate is the one who injured Rafferty?” Melissa asked.

“What’s this?” Sloane asked, and saw that the features of the others were set.

“Brandon emailed pictures of the notebook they found in the mate’s hotel room,” Eileen contributed. Erik went to his computer and pulled up the files, then displayed them on the large television screen on the wall.

Sloane felt cold at the pictures of
Pyr
in action, clearly taken from different videos. There were organized into pages, with images of the same
Pyr
grouped together, and notes made alongside. His heart leapt at the sight of his own page.

Then it stopped cold at the red X through Rafferty’s image.

“She’s a dragon hunter,” Erik said with quiet heat. “It’s happening again, just the way it did before. People are turning on us. Humans shouldn’t be able to defeat us, but with one of our own helping a dragon hunter, there’s no telling what she can accomplish. Thorolf said
she
took down that
Slayer
in your fridge, with a road flare.” He sighed. “We can’t risk her survival.”

Sloane was horrified by the suggestion. “Wait a minute! Humans are the treasures of the earth! We can’t hunt one down, especially one who’s the mate of a
Pyr
.”

“We don’t know that Marco will stay
Pyr
.”

“We don’t know that any of us will stay
Pyr
, although we hope as much,” Sloane argued.

“He’s having a firestorm,” Quinn pointed out. “
Slayers
don’t have them.”

“That only means he hadn’t turned
Slayer
when the firestorm sparked,” Erik said. “I don’t think we can make any assumptions.”

Sloane shook his head. “I’m not abandoning my trust in the firestorm.”

“It’s not the firestorm I distrust,” Erik argued. “It’s Marco. The darkfire is known to invert everything. Why couldn’t it invert the goodness of the firestorm?”

“I don’t believe it,” Sloane said, seeing that Quinn’s eyes had narrowed in consideration of this idea. “The firestorm heals. I won’t accept that it could ever wound.”

“Could the darkfire change the rules so that
Slayers
could have a firestorm?” Quinn asked.

Sloane shook his head, but Erik seemed to be considering the possibility. “There’s no way to be sure,” Erik said, then frowned. “I must ask you all to abandon Marco’s firestorm, at least until we know his intentions toward the rest of us.”

“You’re kidding me,” Sloane protested. “He’s
Pyr
! He’s having a firestorm!”

“He injured Rafferty. His mate aspires to kill dragons. Marco abducted Rafferty. He stole the darkfire crystal,” Erik retorted. “Until we know we can trust him, we don’t dare go to his firestorm.”

“He might use its power as a lure,” Quinn said, doubt in his tone.

Sloane shook his head, incredulous that his fellows could even doubt the power of the firestorm that much. “Rafferty might have chosen to go with him,” he suggested. “You know how he feels about firestorms.”

Melissa bit her lip but Erik flipped through the images of the mate’s book, ignoring Sloane’s words. “There was a prophecy in her notebook, as well.”

“Is it legitimate?” Eileen asked.

“That depends upon its source,” Erik said.

Sara stepped forward and read the verse aloud when it was displayed on the screen.

“Three blood moons mark the debt come due

Will the
Pyr
triumph or be hunted anew?

Three eclipses will awaken the spark

In thirteen monsters breeding in dark.

Three times the firestorm will spark

Before darkfire fades into the dark.

Firestorm, mate or blood sacrifice

None or all can be the darkfire’s price.

When the Dragon’s Tail has turned its bore

And darkfire dies forevermore

Will the
Pyr
be left to rule with might

Or disappear into past’s twilight?”

“It certainly sounds like a
Pyr
prophecy,” she said.

“But where would she have gotten it?” Quinn asked.

“Maybe she’s a Seer, too,” Sara said.

“No.” Erik shook his head. “It must be fake or stolen.”

“Marco could have given it to her to help in the hunt,” Melissa said.

Sloane ignored the skepticism of his guests and read the verse again, seeking meaning in its cryptic words. “There must be thirteen of these
Slayers
who look like Boris in total,” he said. “Which leaves six more to be hatched on the third eclipse.”

“Wherever it’s going to be,” Eileen said.

“The darkfire’s going to be extinguished,” Sloane said. “But it has a price first.”

“Firestorm, mate or blood sacrifice,”
Drake repeated from the other room. He continued in old-speak, probably to project his words farther.
“It could be said that the mate was the price in my firestorm.”

So, Drake knew that Ronnie’s cure wasn’t complete. Sloane closed his eyes in relief, glad he didn’t have to tell Drake that truth. He could hear the undercurrent of despair in Drake’s tone, though, and his determination to save Ronnie redoubled.

“Was Rafferty supposed to be the blood sacrifice?” Melissa asked in a small voice and Eileen took her hand.

“Maybe Marco is sacrificing his firestorm,” Sara said.

“Given the options, it might be tempting to try,” Quinn said.

“There’s nothing saying the blood sacrifice has to be the
Pyr
or mate in question,” Erik said firmly. “I don’t think we should trust Marco or his mate until he provides an accounting of his choices. We need to find Rafferty before it’s too late. I’ll have Donovan help us to hunt down Marco, wherever he’s gone…”

“I think we have to trust Marco,” Sloane interjected. “I think that the darkfire is testing us.”

Erik pivoted slowly to face him, his opinion of Sloane’s dissent clear. “I am the leader of the
Pyr
,” he said softly.

“And I am the Apothecary. I’m starting to think it’s my task to heal the world, and you’re not helping.”

“Trusting Marco could be dangerous!”

“Not trusting him could be more so.” Sloane gestured to his fellows. “Maybe this lack of faith in what we should know to be true is what will shape the future of the
Pyr
. Maybe we need to heal our own doubts to save our kind.”

“Maybe the darkfire is twisting your thoughts,” Erik countered.

Was the darkfire causing dissent between the
Pyr
? Was his desire to challenge Erik another manifestation of that unpredictable force? Or was the darkfire demanding that Sloane discard his preconceptions to fulfill his destined role? Sloane knew with sudden conviction what he had to do.

 
“Then we agree to disagree,” Erik said quietly. His eyes were glittering with determination, but Sloane was sure he was wrong.

 
“We’re going to disagree more,” Sloane said, his decision made. “I need help to complete Ronnie’s cure.”

“We’re all willing to assist however we can,” Erik began, but Sloane shook his head.

“I need a scientist to help me, someone who knows more about human physiology and immune systems than I do.” He held Erik’s gaze. “I know the exact one, but soliciting her help means revealing the truth of my nature to her.”

Erik inhaled sharply. “You have sworn the Covenant and I forbid…”

“I will reveal myself, and per the terms of the Covenant, I’m informing you of my intention,” Sloane said with resolve.

Erik was hovering on the cusp of change, his displeasure clear. “You will
not
betray the rest of us.”

Sloane shook his head. “No, not if you leave.” He shrugged, not flinching from Erik’s reaction. “If you’re here when she arrives and she sees you, you’ll be revealing yourself.”

There was a long silence, as Sloane and Erik stared unblinkingly at each other. The air was charged with tension, then Quinn took a minute step toward Erik.

“I will remain,” Drake said. “My future is bonded to that of the Apothecary.”

“We’ll head north in the morning,” Quinn said. “It’s time for the boys to be home again.”

“Lorenzo has requested my counsel,” Erik said stiffly. “We, too, will leave in the morning.”

And it was done. The price would be higher than their departure and Sloane knew it. He didn’t doubt that it would take him time to regain Erik’s trust. On the other hand, he was encouraged that his home would be his own again. Not much had changed, but his mood was vastly better.

Because he’d see Sam soon. He could only hope she accepted his invitation and could then accept his nature.

Sloane had a definite sense the darkfire was on his side.

He didn’t know how to contact Sam, except through her lawyer, but fortunately he had other resources at the tips of his talons.