Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)

His wolf growled quietly. “Other than he was about to stab her?”

“Blade,” Elder Farrar murmured absently, watching the man Elder Merrick held down, still keeping his hand on my shoulder. “On her lap.”

I blinked slowly, then scooted my chair back a smidge, staring down…and lifted a long, wickedly curved diamond blade, and I muttered, “That would have hurt.” I liked the blade, so I quickly stashed it into my treasure trove. “Mine now.” My heart rate was slowing knowing Elder Merrick wasn’t just attacking the guy, and I tilted my head, glancing to Leric. “Thoughts?”

His lips curved the barest bit. “Yes.” Nothing more.

I stared pointedly.

Silver eyes flared the barest bit on whatever he was thinking. “I’ll save them for later.” He flicked a finger to the man who had argued with the would-be-assassin earlier, ordering him politely. “If you would, please take him to a cell and silver him. I’ll be down shortly.” All very calm words, even though he had a damn death grip on my hand.

Not wanting the guy to have a chance to escape between here and the cell, I murmured, “Elder Merrick, render him unconscious.” Instantly, Elder Merrick bashed the man’s face onto the marble table, and there was definite blood coming from some part of his head as he stopped glowing, his body going slack. “Thank you.” My gaze went to the man who was blinking out of his shock. “It should make the journey easier for you.”

He nodded once, his expression blanking. “Yes. Thank you.” He stood, quickly moving with that fluid grace all these elite Guardians did. When Elder Merrick moved back, he grabbed the man by the back of his neck, and easily pulled him back, bending to slip him over his shoulder, and carried him from the room.

I reached a hand over the table, and sent a pulse of my magic, making the blood disintegrate, glancing to Leric, smiling cheekily. “So, what’s next?”

His lips trembled. “I was thinking dinner before torture?”

I nodded approvingly. “Strong stomach…you know those entrails always smell disgusting.”

I heard a choked noise somewhere down the table, but Leric only grinned. “Yes, my Chosen. They certainly do.” He waved a hand at the table. “You’re all dismissed, but make note to find three new elite Guardians, instead of two.” It was implied where the third was going, even as they each wrote a quick note down, then bobbed their heads, quickly leaving the room. “Roselle, why don’t you show my Chosen and her Lajaks to their rooms, so they can drop their luggage off.” He stared at me with knowledge in his gaze. “And don’t feel bad about missing dinner with me.”

I nodded once, standing, I had some explaining to do with my Lajaks. “Make sure you get all the information you can out of him before you make him dead.”

“Always,” he murmured, silver eyes scanning my person slowly. “I’ll be stopping by your room afterward.”

I huffed a chuckle. “I’m sure you will.”





Chapter Eighteen

My room at the Temple was directly next to Leric’s, if I remembered correctly from when I had stolen into it years ago. My Lajaks’ rooms ran up and down the hallways to the left if you stepped outside the door, making me wonder whose rooms were to the right of Leric’s. Possibly his Lajaks? I would have to ask, since Roselle had stated these were their rooms for as long as they were in my service, reserved for them. She had also brought me a book on “Dead Zones” and platters of sandwiches, arriving with them just before my Lajaks had entered my room for our nightly meeting—King Collins having stayed in the room with me, guarding me, while they were gone, none of us tired since it wasn’t even noon yet where we came from.

I sat on the white bamboo dresser while they sprawled about my room, eyeing every inch of it while munching absently on sandwiches. “So…fire away.”

I ate a bite of my own sandwich.

“Spirit Elementals can have children with Commoners?” Elder Bridges asked very carefully, very slowly, watching me for my reaction as he sat on the edge of a sofa.

I knew that would be the first question. “Technically, yes.”

“Why do you say technically?” Elder Farrar asked, sitting on the floor, his back to my bed, head tipped up to view me.

I sighed heavily. “Because technically, we can. But,” I pointed at my Core, then my forehead, “we’re spirit Elementals. We keep the balance between not only Mysticals, but also Commoners. The fifth Element. Inside, we are pure. None of us want to have children with Commoners because of the consequences. And I mean, we do not,” I thumped my chest, “want to have children with them. It’s in us. A part of us.” I shook my head. “But, if a spirit goes insane, which can happen when fighting the battle against the dark, the evil, then that part of us, that drive not to have a child with a Commoner, could diminish because,” I shrugged a shoulder, “because we would be insane, forgetting who we are, uncaring of the consequences.”

Elder Merrick sat on my bed, propping his back against the white tiki headboard, prompting, “The consequences are?”

Simple. And the most terrifying part of us. I eyed everyone warily. “Really…we don’t want to have children with Commoners.”

“I know you’re not lying.” Elder Merrick rolled a finger, voice gravelly, appearing damn comfortable on my bed. “Answer the question.”

“Annihilation.” My words were soft. “All Mysticals would instantly, and magically, die with the birth of one male and one female, produced directly from a spirit and a Commoner. As I said, we are the balance. Although we have Commoner tendencies, some of their weaknesses that make us compatible, we are Mystical. We were gifted with the longer lifespan, given the magic that allows us to keep Mysticals and Commoners safe, but breed with a Commoner, and we…” I picked at my sandwich, “we create an entire new species, a new race, with altered DNA from the Commoner, but with a spirits—a Mysticals—genes dominating the Commoners, making the new species Mystical, so therefore, the balance is ruined, and the only way to offset it, is to take another away.”

King Collins’ voice was choked. “Elder Merrick?”

One guttural word. “Truth.”

The silence was deafening.

I cleared my throat. “Now ask me why you shouldn’t bring an atomic bomb here and annihilate every spirit.”