Visions of Magic

Chapter 44



Frustrated , Kellyn kicked the body of the man she had killed with a thought, then flipped her phone open. She hit REDIAL and waited. It rang only once before it was answered on the other side of the world.

“Is it over?”

“No, it’s not over,” Kellyn snapped. She glared across the inner ward at the stone walls of the castle. The Eternal’s fire had gone out, but the walls were blackened. “Your men screwed it up. Again.”

“Now just one minute . . .”

“No!” Kellyn was so furious sparks of power arced off her body in a shower of dark red lights. “No, you listen to me. This is twice now. I went along because you could draw on certain influential channels that I needed. But we both know that I’m the one who holds the cards here.”

“You need me.”

“Not as much as you need me—a fact of which you’re completely aware,” Kellyn countered, finished with being amenable. She had tried playing by others’ rules and so far it had gotten her squat. “From here on out, I make the decisions. If and when I need your help, I’ll let you know.”

“Just one damn minute,” her erstwhile partner argued. “We’re in this together. I have plans for Shea Jameson.”

“I know that.” Kellyn stepped out from under the massive stone wall into the drenching rain. She looked around at the devastation wrought by this little battle and amused herself wondering how the humans would explain away all of the damage.

“So our alliance still holds.”

“It does,” Kellyn said tightly. She wished she could do without this partner, but she knew that in the modern world, not all power was strictly magical. “But if you send me another moron who won’t follow orders, but instead shoots his weapon when he’s nervous . . .”

The speaker ignored that and asked, “How many casualties?”

“I don’t know.” She opened herself up to her surroundings, touching on the trace energies of the men who had set up this clusterf*ck of an ambush. “Three,” she said a moment later, not bothering to tell her silent partner that one of the dead had been killed by her hand.

“Out of fifteen.”

“And we’re lucky there were so few.” Kellyn shot her gaze again to the main hall of the castle and the chapel beyond it. Shea and Torin were beyond her reach. For the moment. She knew exactly where they had gone and would have followed if she could have. She knew precisely where Haven was.

She just couldn’t get in.

Yet.

“What will you do now?”

“Whatever it is, it will be done my way,” Kellyn snapped and closed the phone, severing the connection. Fury riding her, she stood in the driving rain, closed her eyes and vanished.





“Aunt Mairi?”

A tall, lovely woman with waist-length flame red hair smiled at her. Firelight from the wall sconces flared across her features in light and shadow that made her look ethereal. A ghost. Which was all she could be, Shea told herself. Anything else was impossible. A trick. Or maybe even a trap.

Shea shook her head and threaded her fingers through Torin’s. “No,” she whispered. “It’s impossible. You died. I saw you die. I was there. They burned you at the stake and—”

Mairi Jameson smiled and hurried forward. “Oh, honey, don’t be scared. It’s really me. I didn’t die that day. Damyn—” She turned and held one hand out to the man standing behind her, drawing him to her side. “My Eternal saved me. He flashed me out of the fire and brought me here.”

“Your . . .” Shea looked up at Torin, who was grinning at the other Eternal. “You know him?”

“I do,” Torin said, stretching out one hand to the other man. They clasped forearms and smiled at each other. “I haven’t seen him in centuries. Not since—”

“Better we discuss that another time,” Damyn interrupted, moving to drape one arm around Mairi’s shoulders.

“It’s really you,” Shea said, still reeling from shock and wonder.

“It’s me, sweetie. Really.”

“I don’t believe this. You’re alive.” Shea released Torin’s hand and rushed to her aunt, gathering her up in a tight, hard hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded, torn between hysterical laugher and tears.

“I couldn’t,” Mairi explained, pulling back to really look at Shea. “Damyn explained that we had to wait until your powers Awakened and then wait for you to find your way here.”

Of course he had, Shea thought. Hadn’t Torin waited until she was actually attacked before rescuing her? So he could make sure her powers had Awakened?

“I can’t believe you’re alive and . . .” Shea took a good look at her aunt and for the first time noticed just how she was dressed. She wore a one-shouldered white togalike garment. Gathered at the waist, it fell in a straight column to pool on the floor, dusting the tops of her bare feet. But the most startling thing about the dress was that Mairi’s left breast was bare. A mating tattoo of dark red roses encircled her nipple and swirled around behind her back to curl against her spine. Her Eternal’s broad bare chest bore a matching brand.

The look was both sensual and powerful. Although Shea didn’t know if she could bare her breast like her aunt dared. “You’re mated.”

“Of course,” Mairi said, “and I wear the traditional dress to show both my pride in my mate and in the joining. To let all know that we are one.” A frown creased Mairi’s features and she reached out to take Shea’s hand in a firm grip. “You have mated as well, haven’t you?”

“Yes, well, nearly,” Shea replied. “It hasn’t been a full month yet.”

Smiling her relief and pleasure, Mairi said, “Yes, I know.” Her gaze touched both Shea and Torin. “Time is running out, Shea, and there are forces lining up against you. Working actively to keep you from completing your quest.”

“We know,” Torin said shortly. “We were ambushed in the inner ward of the castle.”

Mairi glanced at Damyn. He nodded, called the fire and flashed out.

“Damyn will check to see that the intruders are gone. Do you have any idea who they were?”

“They could be anyone. We’ve been tracked ever since leaving California.”

Mairi’s eyes looked worried. “I’m afraid our enemies are more powerful than we fully know yet.”

“What do you mean? Do you know who was behind this attack?”

“No,” she admitted, frowning a bit. “I’ve scryed, looked into the future and the past, but the enemy masks himself—or herself—too well.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Torin said quietly. “They will not be allowed to stop us.”

Mairi gave him a brilliant smile. “You’re right, of course, Eternal. Thank you for reminding me. Now, you both must be tired. Why don’t you rest and—”

“I don’t want to rest, Mairi,” Shea told her aunt. “I want some answers. I want to know what’s going on and exactly what I have to do.”

Mairi’s grass green eyes met hers and slowly she nodded. “Very well. We’ll talk. Then you’ll rest. Come. Let me reacquaint you with Haven.”

Shea followed her aunt, keeping her fingers entwined with Torin’s. As Mairi talked, Shea felt her own memories thicken like syrup and spill through her mind. She remembered this place. Remembered ancient times, when the walls rang with laughter, when she and her sisters worked spells and gathered knowledge.

She remembered her chambers here. She remembered leaving Haven to meet Torin for sex—just as she recalled withholding herself from the mating. Being unwilling to share her power, even for the chance at immortality. Even with the promise of her own powers growing with the joining.

Her long-ago self had wanted to master her powers on her own. She hadn’t wanted to join permanently with her Eternal for fear of losing any part of herself to the joint whole.

And that obstinacy and arrogance had cost her much.

“Don’t do that, Shea,” Mairi said, sending Torin a quick look, silently asking for some privacy.

Torin looked at Shea, bowed his head and flashed out, leaving the two women alone.

“Do what?” Shea countered, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor. “Remember? Isn’t that what I’m supposed to be doing?”

“Don’t look back with anger—it does no good and only splinters your energies just when you’ll need them most.”

“What about the anger I feel at you, Mairi?” Shea asked, stopping suddenly to whirl around and face the aunt she loved. “Can I remember that?”

“Shea . . .” Mairi’s features were concerned, her green eyes filled with regret and sorrow.

“Ten years,” Shea said, refusing to be swayed by the intense emotion radiating from her aunt. “Ten years I spent alone. Hunted. Afraid. You were all the family I had left. You’re the one who raised me when I lost my parents. I watched you die and I was all alone. I had no one, Mairi. I mourned you. I cried for you. And all that time”—she threw her hands up high and looked around at the stone walls shot through with veins of silver—“you were here. With your Eternal. Safe. How can I not be angry about that?”

“I don’t know,” Mairi said, moving in close to take Shea’s hands in hers. “I know it’s asking a lot of you. I only know you have to find a way to release that anger or it will carve an opening in your soul for the darkness to creep in.”

Shea shivered.

“I can’t blame you for being furious with me,” Mairi said. “But I didn’t have a choice, Shea. Just as you now don’t have a choice. We are what we were meant to be. We are the chosen. We are the remnants of the last coven. We owe a debt. To nature. To the world. And we must pay it.”

Scrubbing her hands up and down her arms, Shea looked around the cavernous main hall. Images dotted the walls—carved from rock and embedded with silver, the magical charms hummed with power.

There were pentagrams, of course, and simple circles as well. Signifying the sacred ring, the circle was the ancient and universal symbol of unity and female power. Then there were circles with a single dot inside at the center, the Bindu, symbolizing the circle as woman and the dot as man, joined as one. There were circles quartered in equal lines of silver, the Medicine Wheel, symbolizing nature and the four elements. There was a carving of a snake, devouring its own tail, meaning life, rebirth.

And there was the spiral. It dotted each wall, over and over again. The silver spiral, Shea knew, was a symbol known all over the world since time began. It represented the female and the birth, growth, death and rebirth of the soul.

All magical. All powerful. The symbols were powerful enough on their own, but defined by the silver of the ancients, they generated a field of such magnitude even drawing a simple breath in their presence seemed to fill the body with strength and courage.

All of which Shea desperately needed.

In the torchlight, the silver winked and glistened as if alive. As if the heartbeats of long-dead witches had been caught in these walls and now they were silent witness to their descendants’ actions.

She felt another shiver course along her spine, twisting her with cold, with an icy fear that lingered in the pit of her stomach. All of this power triggered not only her memories of unity and strength but other, darker memories as well. Her mind and soul remembered how she had once been drawn from the light to embrace the dark.

And that small part of her that longed to do it all again grew stronger.

“Shea!”

Mairi’s voice brought her up out of her thoughts, but some of them must have lingered in her eyes because her aunt’s features instantly filled with concern. “What is it? What are you remembering?”

“Too much,” Shea admitted, as a powerful tendril of fear snaked through her system.