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from her eyes and her body stilled. The white orbs stared at something that Tarron couldn’t see. As if the swamp also sensed a presence, the steady cacophony of noises around them suddenly died down, and they were left surrounded by an unnatural silence. He didn’t interrupt her, though his body tensed with the urge to know what she was seeing. There was no point in asking. She would tell him when the vision had past, or when she was good and ready.
“What you seek does not belong to you,” her voice crooned out in an accent that was not her own. The usual Cajun accent was gone, replaced by a formalness that this priestess had never known. Tarron straightened and pushed away from the rail. He didn’t step toward Chamani but shifted his body so he was directly facing her. And then he waited.
“She is pure and the light surrounds her. The darkness that owns you can never touch her. All that you want, you had at one time, but now you attempt to take that of another. If you continue down this path, the destruction that you cause will ripple across more than just one generation. Any offspring you bear with her will be that of an unsanctified union. They will have limitations that will make them vulnerable. They will be unwelcome in her world and seen as an abomination in yours. Yet, if you take what is not yours by force, one of your offspring will arise and have power that will rival the King. There will be nothing to stop him from destroying the world as you know it to be now.” The old woman paused as her head turned slowly to face Tarron. His heart was pounding like a steel drum inside his chest, and he could feel the vibrations all the way to his bones. When the milky orbs met his, he didn’t flinch away from her gaze.
“Will you continue down this path, Tarron of the dark elves? Is this your choice?” The smooth voice seemed so wrong coming out of the wrinkled and timeworn face of the priestess. And yet he knew it wasn’t the priestess that he spoke with; it was one of the Voodoo gods.
If he said yes, that this was his choice, then he would one day face the wrath of the Forest Lords for his treachery, not that he and Lorsan didn’t already have things to answer for when it came to their choices. But this, this was something else entirely and he knew it―deep, deep down he knew. Cassie was of his Chosen’s bloodline, but she belonged to Triktapic. If he took her from the king, he would be tearing apart a union that had been blessed by their creators.
“What will become of Triktapic?” he asked the priestess.
“He still has his free will. There are many paths open to him. The female is a part of him now and to remove her would be like taking his lungs and then telling his body to continue to breathe. His path might be further into the light, or it might lead him down into a darkness that even he didn’t know existed. It is not for us to say what his path will be. I ask you again. Is your choice the female that is not yours?”
“SHE IS MINE!” Tarron snarled. “She is mine. The blood of my Chosen runs through her veins. The very DNA that makes up her body is the same that made up that of the woman who should have been by my side for eternity. I am owed this!”
“You are owed only that which you have earned or that which you take,” the Voodoo lord responded.
“Then, yes,” Tarron growled. “This is the path I have chosen. She is mine and I will claim her. Survival of the fittest, isn’t that the world we live in? She belongs with the male who is strong enough to keep her.”
“So be it.” The priestess’s head fell forward and it looked as if the air had been sucked out of her like a deflated balloon. Tarron didn’t move closer to her but waited for her to recover from the brief possession.
Her head slowly rose and her eyes were once again clear. “I have been instructed to assist you, but it will cost you.”
“What do you require?”
“The blood of three generations. Your
“What you seek does not belong to you,” her voice crooned out in an accent that was not her own. The usual Cajun accent was gone, replaced by a formalness that this priestess had never known. Tarron straightened and pushed away from the rail. He didn’t step toward Chamani but shifted his body so he was directly facing her. And then he waited.
“She is pure and the light surrounds her. The darkness that owns you can never touch her. All that you want, you had at one time, but now you attempt to take that of another. If you continue down this path, the destruction that you cause will ripple across more than just one generation. Any offspring you bear with her will be that of an unsanctified union. They will have limitations that will make them vulnerable. They will be unwelcome in her world and seen as an abomination in yours. Yet, if you take what is not yours by force, one of your offspring will arise and have power that will rival the King. There will be nothing to stop him from destroying the world as you know it to be now.” The old woman paused as her head turned slowly to face Tarron. His heart was pounding like a steel drum inside his chest, and he could feel the vibrations all the way to his bones. When the milky orbs met his, he didn’t flinch away from her gaze.
“Will you continue down this path, Tarron of the dark elves? Is this your choice?” The smooth voice seemed so wrong coming out of the wrinkled and timeworn face of the priestess. And yet he knew it wasn’t the priestess that he spoke with; it was one of the Voodoo gods.
If he said yes, that this was his choice, then he would one day face the wrath of the Forest Lords for his treachery, not that he and Lorsan didn’t already have things to answer for when it came to their choices. But this, this was something else entirely and he knew it―deep, deep down he knew. Cassie was of his Chosen’s bloodline, but she belonged to Triktapic. If he took her from the king, he would be tearing apart a union that had been blessed by their creators.
“What will become of Triktapic?” he asked the priestess.
“He still has his free will. There are many paths open to him. The female is a part of him now and to remove her would be like taking his lungs and then telling his body to continue to breathe. His path might be further into the light, or it might lead him down into a darkness that even he didn’t know existed. It is not for us to say what his path will be. I ask you again. Is your choice the female that is not yours?”
“SHE IS MINE!” Tarron snarled. “She is mine. The blood of my Chosen runs through her veins. The very DNA that makes up her body is the same that made up that of the woman who should have been by my side for eternity. I am owed this!”
“You are owed only that which you have earned or that which you take,” the Voodoo lord responded.
“Then, yes,” Tarron growled. “This is the path I have chosen. She is mine and I will claim her. Survival of the fittest, isn’t that the world we live in? She belongs with the male who is strong enough to keep her.”
“So be it.” The priestess’s head fell forward and it looked as if the air had been sucked out of her like a deflated balloon. Tarron didn’t move closer to her but waited for her to recover from the brief possession.
Her head slowly rose and her eyes were once again clear. “I have been instructed to assist you, but it will cost you.”
“What do you require?”
“The blood of three generations. Your
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