Released Souls (15 page)
Authors: Karice Bolton
Slowly opening my eyes,
I was mesmerized at the beauty of what I had created.
“I can’t believe this is for real
…that I did this.”
“I can’t either,” he replied, releasing his hand from mine.
“But you did and it’s beautiful.”
He reached out toward the cascading wall of water that surrounded us
. Once his fingers touched the shield of water, I gasped realizing the wall wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, it was getting stronger; the walls were thicker, taller, and less translucent. The water beaded along his skin as his fingers pressed deeper into the water as if it was an ice-blue, bubbly wall keeping us in our own imaginary world.
“
You put on quite the show,” he shouted into the sound of the rushing water.
The splash from the
swirling water was getting us both wet. His hair was now plastered to his head, and his sweatshirt was completely drenched.
“I think it’s taking energy directly from me as I let it continue to build. I’m gonna let it fall before I fall over from exhaustion.”
He nodded, bringing his hand back from the wall and slid it around my waist.
“This might be a little iffy so hold me tight. I don’t want to get washed away.” I smiled and
felt his strength secure us both to the rock we were standing on.
I looked up at Logan who was beaming at me. He looked absolutely amazing
. He’s standing on a rock, soaking wet and looking absolutely breathtaking. I was standing here with mascara stained cheeks and a tangled mess of hair.
I took a deep breath in, smelling the freshness o
f the river one last time before I let my imagination fall. The images of the water spilling out of my mind, matched the crashing of the waves as the water fell away from us. I had done it, and with that accomplishment a surge of energy rushed through me. Maybe I could really do this. Maybe we really could do this — and it hit me…
W
e hadn’t even begun to fight, and I had been pretty focused on the individual attacks versus the collective. I wanted to get Lara and Eben, but that wouldn’t send the message that needed to be sent. But if we did something larger, more far reaching, we might be onto something. It might shift their idea of what to expect, and then I could attack on a smaller scale.
“The only way to send a message and stop them is to hit them when and where they’d least expect it.
I say we spend this time while we’re hidden away getting ready for some pretty large scale attacks.”
“
Praedivinus
covensteads?” His wicked smile appeared, and I looked away quickly so I could stay on task. I had to admit there was something about that side of him that drove me crazy.
“I think we’ve got at least thirty—
nine states covered, maybe more, where we can get some excitement building. It might help the morale of our believers as well,” I offered.
“I like how you’re thinking.
”
“Let’s get back so we can
lay things out and relay our plans to Dace when next he surfaces.”
“Sounds like a
good idea, especially since you’re starting to shiver.”
He stripped off his sweatshirt and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“Are you serious? It’s freezing out here.” Plus, it’s impossible to focus on anything besides your abs when you’re not covered up.
“Having wet clothes on in temperatures like this isn’t good, actually. I’d suggest you do the same.” His brow arched and I shook my head.
“Have it your way.” He plopped his clothes over his shoulder and then unexpectedly scooped me up.
“I think I’ll always choose my way if this is what it involves.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” he murmured, carrying me up the trail.
“I’m not even going to pretend to struggle.
This is quite nice, Mr. Greene.” I felt his grasp tighten around me and saw a quick flash of remorse. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.
God no. Nothing at all.” His voice was soft but his gaze was burning.
And then it hit me. I might never be his Mrs. Greene
.
My mom always wrote
therapy letters
. She swore by them, but I didn’t understand why she didn’t just confront the people who were bothering her or deal with the situations at hand. Her response was that she hoped I’d never find myself in a position that warranted a
therapy letter
, but if I did I’d finally understand.
Unfortunately, that time
in my short life had arrived. I wanted to believe that everything was going to be okay. I wanted to believe that I wasn’t putting Logan’s life in danger by merely hanging around me. But look at Bakula. The guilt I kept trying to shove aside was weighing me down, and I just wanted to get it all off my chest without burdening anyone close to me. No one would understand anyway— not even Logan. He’d probably take everything literally and would be led to think he’s got a serious situation on his hands.
I looked outside the yurt and
Logan was still sleeping outside on a bed of golden Larch needles. Now would be the perfect time to quickly pen all of my worries and frustrations, and then I could toss the letter in the fire before he woke up.
I gripped the pen tightly
and stared at the empty page. Once I realized who I was writing to, the words came freely.
Dear Logan,
I love you in ways I never thought possible. You’ve seen my soul. We’ve shared our fears, desires, and dreams. I’ve told myself that nothing matters in this world except the love we have for one another, but I’ve come to realize that’s not true. That’s a fantasy that’s never attainable. It’s selfish of me to stay with you. Every moment that goes by I worry that something is going to happen to you and that it will be my fault. I’m tired of carrying that guilt.
My mind is burdened with the thought that I’ll turn out like my father. My heart is burdened with the though
t that you’ll turn out like my father. And all the while does it even matter since my time with you won’t be for very long? Aren’t I just prolonging the inevitable by making you stay by my side?
There’s so much in this world that I need to see and take care of
before I die. I can’t be held back
because of us
because of you. I struggled to let you in my heart, and now I’m struggling to let you out of my heart. I haven’t known the right time to say goodbye and maybe there isn’t a right time, but this letter will have to suffice.
I wish you the…
The tears were running down my cheeks, and I couldn’t even finish my letter. I looked at the blurred words and took a deep breath in.
My mom had been right. Sometimes situations were so
complicated the only thing that would solve the problem was to see how incredibly asinine all the thoughts were that wanted to control the mind, privately. None of the things I listed made sense on paper or in the real world. I loved Logan with all my heart and none of that could be explained away. We were meant to be together no matter what the circumstances, and it felt amazing to finally accept that without hesitancy.
I read over the letter one last time
, and I realized how absolutely crazy I had been making myself since I met him, all because I was basing my life on possible negative outcomes. I stood up from the beanbag chair and opened up the fireplace. Ripping up the paper, I sprinkled it over the flames and watched as all my worries burned away leaving nothing but ash in their place.
An almost euphoric sense washed over me
, and I just wanted to snuggle into Logan with a freedom I hadn’t felt for a very long time. I stepped outside and walked over to where Logan was sleeping, but something caught my attention and quickly destroyed the sense of calm I had allowed myself to feel for a few moments.
A
low humming and footsteps could be heard off in the distance. They were stomping to a rhythm that was distinctly part of the
Praedivinus
order. I recognized it from my father’s camp. I didn’t know how many of them were on their way up to our supposedly safe spot but any more than a few and there was cause for worry.
Logan’s
eyes were closed and his expression was so calm it pained me to think of waking him. This was his first real look of relaxation since we had the revelation about being a
Divinus.
But I certainly wasn’t foolish enough to think I could fight these visitors off myself.
I looked up to the star-filled sky and thought about the beauty these woods offered. It was a shame we’d have to find another new place to call home. I liked the yurt and the memories we created there. I took a deep breath and walked over to Logan.
“Babe,” I whispered closely to his ear. “Babe, I need your help with something.”
His breathing quickened as I gently placed my hand on his chest, and his eyes slowly opened. He reached quickly for my hand and snapped upright when he got his bearings.
“We’ve got visitors on the way,” I said quietly.
“How ma—” he stopped, listening to the chants make their way up the mountain.
“Any at the moment would be too many I’d say.”
“I don’t understand how they found us.” The moonlight bounced off his eyes
, and the fury was impossible to miss. I didn’t want him to do anything crazy, especially after what he told me in the last twenty-four hours. No sacrifices on my watch.
“I’ve got this handled,
” I lied.
He shook his head. “Remembering what I told you, huh? We’ll get through this. But you have to understand that your existence is —”
“Not now,” I interrupted. “Not ever. I don’t ever want to hear those words coming from those lips again. Understand?”
I attempted to smile
, but unfortunately I think I threw him a sneer instead.
His brow
furrowed, but he nodded. “You’re impossible.”
“No. I just know what I can handle and what we can overcome. I don’t need my partner constantly reminding me how he doesn’t have to be in the equation.”
The anger that this discussion was causing seemed to be doing wonders inside of me. I knew we didn’t want any of the
Praedivinus
order to know that I was a
Divinus
, but with all the emotions running through me I knew something was bound to escape. I only had to ensure it was going to be beneficial. I had to make sure none of them got away.
The chanting was just over the ridge, and I felt Logan’s hand slide along my waist.
“I love you, babe. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he whispered, releasing me as the horde of
Praedivinus
members came into sight.
“Same goes for you.”
Once they saw us, they became silent. As one cloaked figure after the other made their way toward us, I began thinking of ways to attack them. There were ten of them. Not as bad as I thought, but not great either. Granted, I’d been practicing up a storm, but turning an inanimate object to silver or lighting it on fire was a lot different than a human.
“We thought you two might still be alive. Lara will certainly be interested in finding this out.” I looked over at the sorcerer who was speaking, noticing that he
seemed to be the largest member of the group. Maybe he’d be the best to take out first. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t place him.
All the sorcerers were fully cloaked, hoods up and wands out.
My wand was in the yurt, but I wasn’t worried. I had plenty of other weapons in my arsenal, including the one that had wrapped itself around my ankle, as long as I didn’t chicken out.
“What’s your purpose here?” I asked
, noticing the group of dark sorcerers watching their leader’s every move.
“Just scouting the area, making sure we collect any strays,” he said, looking at Logan.
Instead of fear running through me, I started to feel excited. I watched the large sorcerer thrust his wand toward me, and I tossed him a smile, which only seemed to aggravate him.
The remaining sorcerers formed a line behind him
, and they watched me from underneath their draped hoods. I couldn’t clearly see their features, only shadows of who they might be. Logan stood next to me, and his energy was changing quickly. He glanced at me, and I could see the change beginning to happen within him, but that’s not how I wanted it to go. I wanted to handle this —at least for the most part.
“Obstupefacio!”
The sorcerer shifted his wand toward Logan as the spell was cast.
I watched a slow smile spread across Logan’s lips as this meager spell told him something beyond the obvious, which was that it didn’t work.
What it told me was that they started it first.
The sorcerer threw his hood off in anger and stared directly at me. I
shouldn’t have recognized him, but I did. I just didn’t know where from. He was probably a year or two older than me. His black hair was cut way too short for his features.
