calming.”
She had expected Luc would take solace in her words. Instead, they seemed to have the reverse effect on him, increasing his level of panic and horror to a heavy pressure in her chest.
“My sister wasn’t born yet.” His voice strained to near breaking. “A Druid’s soul enters the body with the first breath, not before.”
“Your mother was in labor when Farley arrived. She hid her pains to keep from frightening you while they hid you.” She refused to tell him the entire truth she had learned from his mother. The heartrending tale of how Farley had tortured the pregnant woman, and taken her infant to feed on after the child’s first breath, the despair of both parents at their inability to stop the terrible crime.
Farley absorbed the magick of three gentle beings that day. If not for the silver sigils tattooed on Luc’s forehead and about his body, there would have been a fourth. “Your sister’s soul holds strong magick, the strongest in centuries. When reborn, she will be powerful indeed.”
He cleared his throat and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Are they—”
“They’re surrounded by the love of family and friends awaiting rebirth.”
She watched Luc’s reactions to her recollections. If the white knuckles were an indication, the tension hadn’t bled from him. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to maintain his gaze as she lightly touched his mind. Echoes of a little boy’s screams of impotent rage at the sight of the ashen remains of his family filled her mind.
Without conscious thought, she grasped his hand, sending waves of love and forgiveness into him, wrapping him in the Goddess’ luminescence. Gradually the echoes of the past eased their stranglehold on his memories. His eyes held a glimmer of hope, the first she had seen in them since she had touched his spirit. Her heart swelled in surprise at his faint glow. Maybe she could save him as she had promised his mother.
He needed her, and evidently, she needed him in return. While she always felt joy at the recovery of those she touched, she had never felt a reciprocating flow of power. Yet Luc’s response had triggered a surge in her essence, her hope. Together they could stop Farley and save her daughters. Certain of her new direction, she vowed not to leave Luc. At this moment, he needed her more than her children did.
Farley had to be stopped. Left free, he would drain every magick on Earth.
She glanced at the thick, dark clouds above them. The snow hadn’t stopped and showed no signs of change soon. Much like Farley at first glance, it appeared beautiful but in truth, with its icy, enveloping cold, it killed in silence.
With a smile at Rice, she gestured to Luc. “Help me get him up. We need to return to the cabin. Over the past year, I’ve learned these mountain roads become impassable when a blizzard hits.”
“Where do you think you’re going?
CHAPTER 7
One look at the short, stubble-faced, dark-haired country boy and Luc shoved Allana behind him. “Who the hell are you?”
“You knew me as Earl. I’m now Joe Burts.”
Rice whipped out his obsidian blade from beneath his coat. “Fuck, a Fomorii. Should’ve known. He was easy to kill.”
The man before them morphed into a hulking, seven-foot creature with squat legs the size of tree trunks. Muscled simian arms hung low with sledgehammer fists brushing the ground. His face was a mass of squid-like tentacles. Shark’s eyes peeked out of the moving feelers on stems like mutated Black-eyed Susans.
Luc swallowed hard. Shit, now what did they do? Sure, Rice had dropped his glamour, but he wasn’t much taller than Luc’s six feet. They wouldn’t be able to get close enough to use the knife, and if they did, they’d never survive the crush of the arms.
Saw an axe in the woodpile. I’ll stall him while you get axe. Have Allana teleport to safety , Rice ordered on an open telepathic channel.
I’ve got a gun.
Without that demon killer
She had expected Luc would take solace in her words. Instead, they seemed to have the reverse effect on him, increasing his level of panic and horror to a heavy pressure in her chest.
“My sister wasn’t born yet.” His voice strained to near breaking. “A Druid’s soul enters the body with the first breath, not before.”
“Your mother was in labor when Farley arrived. She hid her pains to keep from frightening you while they hid you.” She refused to tell him the entire truth she had learned from his mother. The heartrending tale of how Farley had tortured the pregnant woman, and taken her infant to feed on after the child’s first breath, the despair of both parents at their inability to stop the terrible crime.
Farley absorbed the magick of three gentle beings that day. If not for the silver sigils tattooed on Luc’s forehead and about his body, there would have been a fourth. “Your sister’s soul holds strong magick, the strongest in centuries. When reborn, she will be powerful indeed.”
He cleared his throat and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Are they—”
“They’re surrounded by the love of family and friends awaiting rebirth.”
She watched Luc’s reactions to her recollections. If the white knuckles were an indication, the tension hadn’t bled from him. She bit her lower lip and forced herself to maintain his gaze as she lightly touched his mind. Echoes of a little boy’s screams of impotent rage at the sight of the ashen remains of his family filled her mind.
Without conscious thought, she grasped his hand, sending waves of love and forgiveness into him, wrapping him in the Goddess’ luminescence. Gradually the echoes of the past eased their stranglehold on his memories. His eyes held a glimmer of hope, the first she had seen in them since she had touched his spirit. Her heart swelled in surprise at his faint glow. Maybe she could save him as she had promised his mother.
He needed her, and evidently, she needed him in return. While she always felt joy at the recovery of those she touched, she had never felt a reciprocating flow of power. Yet Luc’s response had triggered a surge in her essence, her hope. Together they could stop Farley and save her daughters. Certain of her new direction, she vowed not to leave Luc. At this moment, he needed her more than her children did.
Farley had to be stopped. Left free, he would drain every magick on Earth.
She glanced at the thick, dark clouds above them. The snow hadn’t stopped and showed no signs of change soon. Much like Farley at first glance, it appeared beautiful but in truth, with its icy, enveloping cold, it killed in silence.
With a smile at Rice, she gestured to Luc. “Help me get him up. We need to return to the cabin. Over the past year, I’ve learned these mountain roads become impassable when a blizzard hits.”
“Where do you think you’re going?
CHAPTER 7
One look at the short, stubble-faced, dark-haired country boy and Luc shoved Allana behind him. “Who the hell are you?”
“You knew me as Earl. I’m now Joe Burts.”
Rice whipped out his obsidian blade from beneath his coat. “Fuck, a Fomorii. Should’ve known. He was easy to kill.”
The man before them morphed into a hulking, seven-foot creature with squat legs the size of tree trunks. Muscled simian arms hung low with sledgehammer fists brushing the ground. His face was a mass of squid-like tentacles. Shark’s eyes peeked out of the moving feelers on stems like mutated Black-eyed Susans.
Luc swallowed hard. Shit, now what did they do? Sure, Rice had dropped his glamour, but he wasn’t much taller than Luc’s six feet. They wouldn’t be able to get close enough to use the knife, and if they did, they’d never survive the crush of the arms.
Saw an axe in the woodpile. I’ll stall him while you get axe. Have Allana teleport to safety , Rice ordered on an open telepathic channel.
I’ve got a gun.
Without that demon killer
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