Read Believe: The Complete Channie Series Online

Authors: Charlotte Abel

Tags: #Romance, #Paranormal, #Teen & Young Adult, #Science Fiction & Fantasy, #Fantasy, #Witches & Wizards, #Paranormal & Urban

Believe: The Complete Channie Series (149 page)

Silence.

“It’s a Book of the Dead.” He turned around a full three hundred and sixty degrees so everyone could see the still glowing book. “Do you want to know what it says?”

Everyone answered in unison. “Yes, my king.”

Josh didn’t want anyone to accuse him of making anything up, so he opened the book then held it under Tempest’s nose. “Read it.”

She gulped then cleared her throat. Josh enhanced her voice without asking permission. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t complain.

 

Son of Vengeance, your battle’s done.

Cut out the heart of the evil one.

Bury this book in her empty chest

And all of our power to thee we’ll bequest.

 

Josh closed the book. “As Dominance’s second, do you agree with the book?”

“Yes, my king.” Tempest switched sides so fast it made Josh’s head spin. She even whipped a knife out of her boot and offered it to him, handle first.

Josh enhanced his voice, so even the people in the back could hear him. “Do you all agree with the Book of the Dead?”

“Yes, my king.”

“I’m not dead, yet. I’m still your queen.” Dominance shoved the barrel of Hunter’s pistol off her forehead and grunted in pain as she sat up. She pointed at Josh. “Seize him!”

Hunter put her in a headlock and moved the gun to her temple.

A few of Dominance’s soldiers shifted their weapons, but no one came to her aid.

Every muscle in Josh’s body tightened. This was it.

Dominance’s eyes filled with tears, but Josh felt no pity. She panted between words. “What are you waiting for?”

Josh tucked the Book of the Dead back inside his shirt. It continued to glow, but he knew instinctively that there were no more messages. It was merely giving him strength, steeling him for the grisly task ahead, hinting at the power that would be his reward when he completed the sacrifice.

Dominance’s wound was serious, but not fatal. Josh could have easily healed her, but to what end? She’d murdered countless men, women and children and if he let her live, she’d no doubt continue her bloodthirsty quest for more power. She had to die.

He took her from Hunter and cradled her head as he laid her on the ground.

Dominance grabbed his wrist. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll give you half my kingdom. You can rule by my side.”

“I don’t want your kingdom.” Josh paralyzed her with magic then pressed the knife against her chest. Exhilaration coursed through his veins like an adrenaline rush as her pupils dilated in fear. He’d dreaded this moment for the better part of a year, but not anymore. His fingers twitched on the knife’s handle. He wanted to kill her. But not too quickly. She needed to be punished. She needed to suffer.

Josh adjusted the paralysis spell so Dominance could feel everything. He released her vocal chords so everyone could hear her screams of agony. His lips curled into a smile as he thought of how much he was going to enjoy sacrificing the evil queen.

The Book of the Dead pulsed in time with his heart, its power vibrated through his body like the pounding bass at a rock concert.
You shall be the most powerful mage that has ever lived.

Josh hesitated. He’d seen what the Book of the Dead did to Channie’s mother. No one person should have that much power.

Do it! What are you waiting for? Together, we can change the world.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Josh raised the blade over his head.

Dominance’s eyes widened. “The sacrifice requires a beating heart.”

“I know.”

“Don’t waste my power. My blood flows in your veins. Cut out my beating heart and bury the book in my chest so that I can live on in you. My power will multiply yours exponentially. You will be my legacy.”

“I don’t think so.” Josh numbed every nerve in Dominance’s body from the neck down and plunged the knife into her heart.

Her eyes widened in surprise then rolled into the back of her head.

Josh didn’t regret killing her. But he took no pleasure in it either. And that realization flooded him with relief.

The Book of the Dead burst into flames. Josh tore his shirt open and flung it onto the ground. A dozen furious voices screamed inside his head, reviling him, promising him a long and painful death for his disobedience and blasphemous waste of their gift. Dominance’s voice joined the others, cursing him for all eternity.

He clapped his hands over his ears, but it gave him no relief. Agony, like ice picks stabbing his brain, blurred his vision. Blood leaked out his ears and poured from his nose. If not for Channie, he would have welcomed death, just to escape the pain. He yanked the knife out of Dominance and drove it into the book.

Puffs of oily, black smoke shot out of the torn cover. Each puff elongated into skeletal forms. Hundreds of them clawed at his skin, his hair, his clothes. They tried to force their way into his mouth and nose.
They were trying to possess him.

Josh’s lungs screamed for air, but he knew the angry spirits that had been imprisoned in the book would ride in on the smallest breath. His vision tunneled, going grey around the edges.

A pulse of energy shot into his chest and expanded his lungs. The irresistible urge to inhale became an equally urgent need to breathe out…
Channie.
He exhaled with relief.
Another pulse from further away refilled his lungs with pure oxygen…
Hunter.
And then another and another. Countless ribbons of power caressed his skin.

The freedom fighters, and at least half of Dominance’s army poured magic into his body, oxygenating his blood, energizing his muscles, strengthening the very marrow of his bones.

Josh yanked the blade out of the book and stabbed it over and over until it was no longer recognizable. The oily wraiths’ screams died out as they evaporated. What remained of the Book of the Dead crumbled into a pile of dark grey ash. Josh scraped the blade of the knife across the pile, scattering the dust in the wind as a sliver of platinum light crept across the surface of the moon. The total eclipse was ending. All around him, people were cheering, laughing, celebrating.

Channie crouched down behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her warm breath feathered his jaw. “Hunter and Tim are taking Vince's body back to the castle. Would you like to help?”

Josh suddenly found it impossible to breathe yet again. He nodded.

Channie stood up and helped him to his feet then led him back to Vince's body.

Josh was relieved to see that someone had already covered his face. But his relief was short-lived when he recognized Wisdom. Since she was on Dominance’s hit list, Josh had ordered her to stay behind at Freedom Ridge. She’d obviously disobeyed. She sat on the ground, next to Vince, holding his bare, unscarred hand. She’d removed his glove. At first Josh was startled, but he shouldn’t have been. Wisdom and Vince were married. Of course she knew about his hand. He regretted not healing the rest of his scars.

Tears streamed down Wisdom’s cheeks, but she didn’t make a sound.

Josh knelt in front of her. He didn’t know what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ was so inadequate it would’ve been insulting so he didn’t say anything at all.

Wisdom lifted Vince's hand and pressed his smooth, pale skin against her lips.

Josh remembered the glimpse he’d gotten of Vince's unscarred face when he’d used magic to see him as he appeared to empties. He realized that Vince's glamour spell must be how he saw himself.

Josh helped carry him back to the castle then asked everyone to leave him alone with his father for a few minutes. He couldn’t bring him back to life, but maybe he could restore his face…even if it was only for his funeral.

The pain of healing Vince's hand had been unbearable, but the pain of healing his face was exponentially worse. The sound of his own screams was the last thing Josh heard before he passed out.

When
Josh woke up, he had no idea where he was. A soft, cool hand stroked his brow. “Josh?”

Channie.
He didn’t care where he was as long as she was there beside him.

“Can you open your eyes?”

He blinked then squinted. Not sure whether he was awake or dreaming. He was in bed, naked, but so was Channie, which was even better.

It was his surroundings that had him doubting his lucidity. It looked like Walt Disney had married a pimp and they couldn’t agree on how to decorate their bedroom. Red velvet drapes and furniture, gold framed mirrors and white marble walls and floor. White, gauzy fabric floated over the canopy of the four-poster bed and puddled on the floor. It looked like a good way to invite spiders into the bed. Josh shuddered. “Where are we?”

“The King’s suit.”

Josh sat up as violent memories stormed his mind. He pushed them away. “Wait…as in the former
queen’s bedroom?

Channie nodded.

“Yeah, that’s not creepy at all.” Josh climbed out of bed and searched for his clothes. He found a dark blue suit, complete with a button down shirt and tie laid out on a couch next to a sunken tub. An elegant dress was spread over the back of the couch. He didn’t recognize it. “Where’re our clothes?”

“They were soiled during the…during solstice.”

“What about the clothes we brought with us?” He yanked open several drawers of the massive oak dresser next to the fireplace. Empty. He dropped to his hands and knees and searched under the bed. Nothing, not even a dust bunny. He rocked back on his heels and jammed his fingers in his hair. “Where’s my backpack?”

Panic stole his breath until he remembered that he’d destroyed the Book of the Dead. He stood up then sank back down on the mattress, next to Channie. He didn’t want to think about the battle. He didn’t want to think about killing Dominance, or Vince's death. Obsessing over missing clothing seemed like a good alternative.

“Your
staff
decided our old clothes weren’t fit for royalty and discarded them.” Channie nodded at the stacks of clothes on the couch. “They brought those in sometime last night while we were sleeping.”

“They had no right to do that!” Indignation mixed with a healthy dose of pure embarrassment tightened Josh’s gut. Someone had snuck into their room while they were lying in bed,
naked
. “It better not have been a man or I’ll gouge out his eyes for looking at you.”

“Careful, Josh. Someone might overhear you and try to impress you by punishing the offending servant.”

He dropped his head into his hands. “I don’t wanna be king.”

Channie slid behind him and massaged his shoulders. “I don’t wanna be queen, either. But there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“I can’t believe Vince's dead.” Josh’s chest tightened around his aching heart. “He saved my life.”

Channie slid her arms around Josh’s neck and pressed her chest against his back. “He did.”

“I need to talk to Wisdom.” Josh still didn’t know what to say to her, but avoiding her was cowardly.

“I talked to her last night and offered our condolences. She never expected Vince to come home.”

“Why the hell not?” Even though her prediction had turned out to be true, her lack of faith was insulting.

Channie moved to Josh’s side and wove her fingers through his. “They both had premonitions that he wouldn’t survive. They’d already said their good-byes.”

“After all those years of being alone, he’d finally found someone. Why would he just throw all that away?”

“He didn’t throw anything away.” Channie reached up and cupped Josh’s jaw, turning his face towards hers. “He sacrificed himself to save his son. There’s a huge difference.”

“I know.” Josh pressed his palm against his heart. “Man, it hurts.”

“I know.” Her eyes filled with sympathy and tears. “But it gets easier, with time.”

If anyone was familiar with grief, it was Channie. She’d lost so much, but knowing that didn’t ease his own pain, it compounded it. He knew he’d have to deal with it sooner or later. He chose later…and tapped into his magic to numb the pain.

“I know you don’t feel like meeting a bunch of strangers right now, but there’s a whole passel of folks camped outside waiting to swear fealty to their new king. They’re not going home until they do.”

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