Night Myst (27 page)

“Rhiannon, pull it back! Pull it back!” I raced over to her side, not sure how to help her restrain the fire that had so long been repressed. She was screaming now, as the flames licked out of her hands, and her eyes had gone wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Move!” The voice came from the huckleberry bush to the right, and Chatter emerged. “I’ll help her.”

He pressed one hand against her arm and she gave him a dazed look. As he began to whisper to her, the flames lessened, and within a few seconds, she sucked them back into herself.

“Now, run—you’ve bought yourself time, but you’ve got to get out of here.” He bit his lip, looking at all of us. “I can help—I can take one of you. I can run a lot faster than any of you.”

“Take Rhiannon. Now!” I shoved her into his arms and she complied, still dazed. He turned and, in a blur, they were gone. “Kaylin, you get out of here on the astral.”

“What about you two? I can take one of you—”

“I’ll take her.” Grieve emerged from the bushes, near where Chatter had been. “You take Leo and I’ll bring Cicely.”

I stared at him, open-mouthed. “How’d you find us?”

“I followed Chatter—did you really think I’d leave him alone with that crew from the Barrow around? Now shut up and get over here. We have to move before they come back through the portal.” He opened his arms and, without another thought, I walked into his embrace, and then we were off in a blur of motion, with my Grieve holding me tight.

Grieve swept me up in his arms, and pressed me against his chest as we made a beeline through the wood, faster than I could have ever imagined. While neither vampire nor Fae walked the astral, they could run like the wind—a blur of speed and movement.

I leaned against him, breathing in the intoxicating scent of autumn dreams and bonfires and old ink and pungent earth. The cadence of his heartbeat was different than my own, but he was still alive and breathing. The Vampiric Fae of the Indigo Court scared me speechless, but Grieve hadn’t started out as one of them—and I still didn’t believe he had been totally won over by his new nature. He wouldn’t be helping us if he had been.

We flew through the trees; they went past us in a blur of snow on boughs and gnarled branches and the steady fall of flakes softly drifting down from the clouds. Wind whistled through my hair, streaking it back as we ran. A bevy of whispers whistled past, a flurry of voices buffeting my ears as we raced through the forest. I tried to catch what they were saying but the cacophony was too loud, and finally, I gave up trying.

And then, we were at the ravine, and down and up the other side, and into the yard. Grieve didn’t stop, though, not until we reached the porch and I suddenly found myself standing in front of the screen door. Rhiannon was on the other side, waiting, and she opened the door and yanked me in. Grieve followed.

“Have Kaylin and Leo made it back yet?” I asked, a little breathless from the trip.

Rhiannon shook her head. “Not yet.” Her face was flushed, and she blew a strand of hair back from her eyes as she nodded to the living room. “Chatter’s in there, Grieve.”

“Give us a minute, would you?” I put my hand on Grieve’s arm. “I need to talk to you.”

He followed me into the kitchen. A fervorish light in his eyes broke through the sullen expression lingering in his face. He glanced over his shoulder and then turned back to me. “What is it?”

“Grieve.” I took a step toward him. “Thank you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for letting Chatter help us.”

“I had to. I can’t let her hurt you, and yet I can’t break free of her spell.” Grieve gazed into my eyes. “Cicely, I’m so torn between duty and my heart. You make me break every instinct my body pushes me toward.” His voice cracked.

And then I was in his arms, seeking his lips. “I love you, Grieve. I always have. I can’t help it. You’re my enemy but I need you. We need each other.”

“How can you be so sure?” he whispered roughly. He wasn’t smiling, but the faint curve of his lip was more than I could bear. “How can you know we aren’t making a mistake that could cost you your life?”

“I don’t care. I know you’re dangerous—to both yourself and to me. But we are linked . . . and I don’t think there’s anything we can do to stop it.” I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

His hands slid over my back, over my ass, leaving a trail of sparks wherever he touched. I sought his lips.

One hand fisting my hair, he darted his tongue between my lips as he fastened his mouth on mine. His touch was silk and fire as the kiss raged through my body, soaking into every pore, every inch of my skin. I moaned softly as he slid one knee between my legs and pressed me back against the counter.

I closed my legs around his, feeling the muscles under his jeans, feeling the power wrapped up in his taut, lean body. He held me fast, his lips moving from my mouth to my cheek, then to my neck where he raked his tongue over my skin, setting off a new series of explosions. His teeth grazed the soft skin there, and I felt a thin trickle of blood run free as he nipped lightly. When his saliva hit the raw skin, a growing warmth sucked me under, spreading through my system like a dark drug. And yet, I had no sense of being a bloodwhore, of being
used
.

Breathing heavy, I pressed against his chest as his hands slid under my shirt to cup my breasts. He rubbed his fingers over my bra as he lapped the thin trail of blood dripping from my neck. The soft slide of his tongue against my skin both irritated and aroused me—there was a sandpaper quality to it, a slight grating and I couldn’t get my mind off what it was like to feel that tongue elsewhere.

My wolf growled, low and with pleasure.

Grieve reached for my buckle and I let out a whimper. “Not here, not in plain sight, please.”

He quit tugging on the belt. “I forget. The Fae aren’t modest about sex. But Cicely—I want you. I want you now.”

Reason hammered against the fog. There was a group of Indigo Fae out to kill us, and here we were, standing in the middle of the kitchen, making out.

“Stop—please, just for now. I need to make sure Kaylin and Leo make it home safely.” I pushed against his chest. Damn it, I didn’t
want
to stop, not even though I knew he was tasting my blood. I wanted to strip him right here, pull him down on the floor, and fuck his brains out.

He struggled for a moment to hold me, but then lifted his head, his platinum hair falling forward to graze my face, and let go, trembling as I stepped back. A drop of my blood remained on his lips, and his eyes were glowing.

“You taste so good. I want you—all of you, again and again.”

His teeth showed, needle-sharp and brilliant white, but I had lost my fear. Whether it was shock from the close call, or just the feeling that
we
were inevitable, I had to trust that he was on our side—as much as he could be.

I shivered, suddenly cold. “I . . . oh, Grieve, I don’t know what the fuck I’m getting myself into but I love you.”

Before he could respond, I pulled down my shirt, turned, and darted into the living room. Rhiannon was sitting beside Chatter on the sofa and they looked up at me in unison, Chatter with a worried expression on his face, Rhiannon—questioning.

“Have Kaylin and Leo gotten—” Before I could finish, there was a noise at the door and I stiffened. A second later, Leo and Kaylin burst in, slamming the door behind them. Kaylin looked utterly exhausted.

“We lost them, I think. But they know where we live. We have to ward the house and the land. There’s no other way to keep them out.”

“We’d better start warding the land. I think we have a book about protection spells in that pile over there.” I rifled through the stack until I found a grimoire dedicated to purification and protection spells.

“I think I saw something in here when I was leafing through . . . here it is. A spell for warding an estate. We’ll need of lot of quartz crystals—they don’t have to be large but they have to be spiked on at least one end. We’ll need garlic . . . crap . . .
a lot of garlic
, and sulfur, and blood. Our blood.”

At that moment, Grieve joined us, slipping his arm around my waist. I leaned back against him and he pressed his lips to my head.

“Cicely, do you realize your neck’s bleeding?” Leo pointed to my shirt and I glanced in the bronze-framed mirror on the wall. A trail of red droplets slowly dripped from my neck down my right shoulder to stain my shirt.

Kaylin stared at me. Hard. But he didn’t say a word. Leo looked pissed. They both gave Grieve a cold once-over but said nothing more.

“I’ll just go clean up,” I said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

“I’ll come with you,” Grieve said.

I knew that one step inside my bedroom would be all it would take. I shook my head and pressed my hand against his chest. “Please, wait here. We’ve got to ward this place before your newfound family sends out a hunting party after us.”

“They’re more likely to attack the house at night, with all of you here sleeping,” Grieve said. “While you change, Chatter and I’ll have a little talk about just how we’re going to handle this when we have to go back to the Barrow. With a little luck, the Shadow Hunters won’t know we helped you escape.”

I turned to Kaylin. “Tell Leo and Rhiannon what we saw. Tell them
who
we saw.” And then, I hit the stairs before anybody could say a word.

By the time I rinsed off my neck and changed my T-shirt for a cami, I felt relatively back to normal. Dreamwalking with Kaylin, and then Grieve’s passion had thrown me into a tailspin. I wasn’t sure just what the hell to expect next—I just knew that there was no walking away from Grieve, not now.

As I headed down the stairs, I heard a shriek.
Rhiannon!
I leapt over the last five stairs, landing in a crouch, and raced into the living room.

“What’s going on? What happened?” I glanced around the room, expecting to see something horrible, yet all I saw was Leo holding her against his chest. But the smell of smoke alerted me.

“Look over there.” Leo nodded to one of the chairs.

The upholstery was soaked through, an upturned pan on the floor next to it. A large burn mark scorched the seat. Kaylin gave me a sideways shake of the head and gave a slight nod at my cousin. Oh shit, she’d caught the chair on fire.

“Rhiannon? Did you do that?” I sat down on the other side of her and took her hands in mine.

She nodded. “Yeah, I did. I was arguing with Leo about Chatter and . . . the chair caught on fire. I told you that once I unleashed it, I wouldn’t be able to control it.”

It was then that I realized Grieve and Chatter were nowhere to be seen. “Where are the two of them, anyway?”

“Out on the porch, talking.” She sniffled. “You’re right. I have to learn how to master this. Now that the fire’s loose, there’s no way I can stuff it back down. I get angry and it wells up inside.” Gazing at her hands, she turned them palm up in mine.

“I can kill, Cicely. If I don’t learn how to deal with this, I can kill without even blinking an eye. I’ve done it before, I can do it again. Long ago, Marta said they should burn out my powers before I ever fucked up again. Maybe she was right.”

“Don’t ever say that!” I dropped her hands and grabbed her shoulders, shaking her gently. “You will learn to control this and you will master the flames that are burning inside of you.”

She studied my face, searching. “Do you really believe that?”

“Yes. Yes, I believe it.” I looked over at Leo, and his jealous face confirmed my suspicions on just what had caused the argument. “We’ll ask Chatter to help you. He taught you when you were a child, he can do so again.”

“No—” Leo started to say but I stopped him with a single glance.

“Don’t
even
go there.
You
can’t help her. And Kaylin and I don’t work with flame so
we
can’t. Chatter’s our best bet at this point.”