Charred Hope (#3, Heart of Fire)

Charred Hope

#3, Heart of Fire

 

 

By Lizzy Ford

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Cover design by Sarah hansen

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Mobi EDITION

 

 

Charred Hope
copyright ©2014 by Lizzy Ford

http://www.GuerrillaWordfare.com/

 

 

 Cover design copyright © 2014 by Sarah Hansen

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This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events; to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended only to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental.

Chapter One

 

Chace couldn’t sleep, even if he wanted to. Every time he tried, his heart thumped so loudly that he wasn’t able to fall asleep.

Figures my heart is keeping me awake.

A few weeks before, when he’d had no heartbeat, he’d been thrilled to hear the first thud. Now, it was like a ticking clock, a reminder that time was passing, and he was helplessly watching it run by him. It wasn’t just the sound keeping him awake this night, but the pain, too. In the solitude of privacy and beneath the curtain of night, he wasn’t able to ignore the ache that pierced him like nothing before ever had. Without his lair, he never really felt safe anymore.

He came here instead to think. Seated on a charred chunk of cement at The Field, he stared into the night sky overhead. It was chilly in the deserts of southern Arizona, but he didn’t care. The soft glow of warm light came from the once-magic bar a short distance away, the place they’d hoped to make a stand against the slayers three days before, only discover their issues were much, much worse.

Dragons soared through the night and perched on nearby hills, keeping an eye on the bar and its surroundings, while nocturnal panthers and other great cats loped between the watch points as a secondary layer of defense. Without the magic of the dragon king to protect it, the bar that acted as a refuge for shifters was stranded in the middle of the desert, its location known to all their enemies.

Because I have no power.
The thought no longer filled him with anger or sorrow or any other emotion that left him frustrated. He’d spent the past few days getting over his feelings and now focused on how he was going to change things for the better, if it was even possible.

“You keep coming back to this spot,” his best friend, Gunner, said, approaching with the silence of the panther shifter he was. He sat down on a piece of the demolished compound nearby.

“I’m missing something,” Chace said, gaze dropping from the sky to his surroundings. “It’s here. Somewhere.” Only dark lumps of melted metal and smashed concrete blocks remained of The Field. They hadn’t found as much as a pen that wasn’t irreparably damaged, let alone a computer or file cabinet that might offer some clue as to where the slayers’ secret location was.

“We’ve been over the ruins a million times,” Gunner said.

“I know.” Chace rose and walked a short distance. “There’s got to be some clue as to where Mason took her. It’s got to be here.”

Light from a half moon dusted the dark shapes of saguaro cacti and other bushes around The Field. Nothing stirred, aside from the four-legged sentries circling the small valley.

If you have any sort of mercy, I could use some
, he thought at the stars. He missed soaring close to them, peering down at the world.

His eyes closed, and he imagined what it was like to feel the cold air currents ruffle the fur lining his scales and tug at his wings. He yearned to soar in the heavens again, for the sense of freedom he always experienced when he was flying. Fire blazed through his bloodstream when he was in dragon form, and he sought some small trickle of the magic, praying it remained.

It’s useless.
With a sigh, Chace opened his eyes and focused on the desert. His brow furrowed at what was in front of him. About fifty meters away, a familiar, boxy shape had appeared out of nowhere.

“Cabin?” he asked skeptically. “Is that you?”

One window lit up in response. Chace’s heart almost stopped, and he stared, shocked.

“What’re you talking about?” Gunner asked, twisting to look in the direction Chace did.

“You don’t see it?” Chace asked, doubting his own eyes.

“No. I rarely did, though.”

“True.” Chace strode forward, his long legs closing the distance to the cabin fast. Taking the steps two at a time, he paused in front of the door, elated to see his long time friend.

His hand shook as it rested on the cold, metal doorknob. He drew a breath to steady his excitement then opened the door.

Abruptly, the cabin disappeared. He fell the few feet to the ground, jarred by the unexpected drop.

Chace caught his balance, puzzled. He’d not only seen the cabin but also touched it. It was real, or had been, for a few seconds at least.

He turned all the way around, spotting the small cabin about a dozen feet away, between him and the hotel.

“Cabin?” he asked again. “What’s going on?”

Though it had never spoken to him with words, it always found a way to communicate with him.

This time, the window and the porch light flickered on, as if the cabin was welcoming him.

Chace started forward with more caution. He reached it and climbed one stair, waited, then climbed to the top. After another short pause, he went to the door. The lights stayed on strong, the boards beneath his feet solid. Assured the cabin was real, he opened the door.

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