Destiny Gift (25 page)

“Trust the Everlast energy, child,” the knitting fate said.

“I do trust it, but that doesn’t mean it cannot use some help every now and then.”

The scene changed. I found myself inside Morgan’s office in Jacksonville. He was standing up and looking rather hypnotized. Beside me was Ceris—disguised as Cheryl.

Looking deeply into his eyes, she said, “One of the gateways to the Clarity Castle is Cathedral Rock in Arizona, a place of pure power. A couple will come to ask about it, and you will help them get there. You will do whatever you have to. You will sacrifice anything, even your life to aid them. After helping them, you will forget about the gateways. Do you understand?”

Looking like a zombie, Morgan nodded.

Shadows rose from the ground and revolved around me, taking me to yet another place.

The goddess and I stood beside an incredibly blue lake inside a rocky cave. The ceiling was low and full of sharp points, though the overall extent of the cave seemed large. I couldn’t see an exit and that made me nervous. The smell of wet moss was strong, but it died out as soon as Ceris ignited a log, creating a bonfire beside the lake’s bed.

That was when a whimper made me turn. I saw a young girl seated against the cave’s wall. Her mouth was gagged, and her wrists and ankles were tied by a shiny pink thread.

The girl was terrified. Every time Ceris moved, she recoiled and whimpered.

Ceris approached her and whispered, “I’m so sorry.” She put her hand over the girl’s chest. For a few seconds, the girl squirmed with wide eyes, trying to get out of Ceris’s reach, but soon she stopped and seemed petrified.

Ceris’s hand glowed. Slowly, the girl’s chest opened.

Bile filled my throat and I gagged. My knees buckled and I sagged against the wall, wanting this vision to end.

But it wouldn’t end. The girl’s chest opened fully and her heart appeared from inside the gap. The bloody mass floated forward, guided by Ceris’s power. The heart kept coming until it rested over Ceris’s palm. The girl’s lifeless body slid sideways.

Ceris took the girl’s heart to a steel plate that hovered over the pink fire. Then, she repeated the procedure over the girl’s arm, grabbing one of the bones of the lower part. She placed the bone with the heart over the plate. Ceris focused on the heart and bone, and in her eyes was a heinous shine. What was happening to her?

Oh God, I wasn’t witnessing this. No, no, it could not be true. Wasn’t Ceris the goddess of love and family? Where was
her
heart now?

Ceris grabbed the bone and pushed it through the heart until it looked like a nasty and gruesome chicken leg—the bone inside the meat. She deposited it over the plate, and then using magic, she guided the plate over the lake. With a wave of her hands, the plate sank into the lake, taking the bone and the heart with it.

An intense dark light shone from where the plate had disappeared, blinding me for a second. Ceris chanted some incomprehensible words, holding her scepter tight.

It didn’t take long for something to rise from the water: a Black Thorn.

Smoke ascended from the shadows of the cave and covered me. I screamed as a piercing headache shredded the inside of my skull. It felt as if my brain were being stabbed by thousands of needles. Through the black wall, some spots of light surfaced and grew, clearing my sight and bringing me back to Grandmother Rock.

I was kneeling inside my sign circle atop the rock. The wind whipped up and a cold fog brushed against my skin.

Ceris had her hands over my forehead. I kept screaming at the pain; it was as if she were extracting my soul with her long nails. I felt it from my toes, my knees, my thighs, my abdomen. I put my hand over my chest when it passed over me there, as if I could hold it in. My eyes wide open, I observed the goddess drink from me. Then the pain passed through my throat and my forehead, finally leaving me as it was absorbed by Ceris’s skin. I fell.

I gasped as the pain went away. I gaped at Ceris’s elegant retreating form, wondering why I wasn’t dead. I thought she had been sucking my soul and killing me.

“There.” She halted in the center of the circle drawn on the ground. Her white gown ruffled in the wind. “I gave you the gift. I also took it away.”

Chapter Twenty Six

Wait a minute. Back up. I wasn’t ready for this. In fact, I couldn’t even stand up. My body shook so hard, beating and hurting against the cold rock of the mountain.

No, no. I had imagined it all, right? It had been bizarre dreams not visions, right? Because, oh my God, Ceris couldn’t be Cheryl. If she was, what did that mean?

“Besides,” Ceris’s voice broke through my woozy state, “you saw too much.”

On my knees, still unable to stand, I blinked several times. My gaze flicked to Victor and Micah. Both still stood on the sign I’d assigned them. They stared at me, their lips tight, their eyes grave, their poses regal.

I squinted. There was something different about them. It was like they shone. Like their wisdom and strength now glimmered through them. Like they knew.

I stared at Victor and whispered, “Levi.” He didn’t confirm or deny the name. He didn’t even blink. But he didn’t need to. That he was a god was written all over his features. I glanced at Micah. “Mitrus,” I said. He gave me his trademark expression. A sly grin.

“Thank you, Nadine,” Ceris started, getting my attention back. “I thank you for your help. Though, I don’t understand how you were able to help with the pain. And I don’t understand how Mitrus came to be here. But thank you for helping Levi to this place. This was the only way to bring back his memory.”

I fell to the cold ground again, nausea threatening to take over.

It was over. Everything was over. Victor was Levi. He was a
god
. He was Ceris’s mate. The boy I fell in love with in a vision was actually a god. Everything had been a plan, a setup, and I had been a toy, a tool. Ceris had used me to get her lover back. Now, he would leave with her, and I would have to watch.

I wiped the tears that filled my eyes before they could spill. Victor moved toward me, his eyes gleaming with compassion. What? Now he was feeling pity and wanted to say he was sorry? Or perhaps he would say thanks, like his mate, for having helped him to get to her.

“Stop!” Ceris pointed a finger at Victor, and I thought she used her powers to keep him in place. “Stay where you are. The three of you. If you get out of your circles, Imha and Omi will know where we are.”

“Imha is near?” Micah perked up. He struggled against Ceris’s magic, wanting to get out of the circle.

“Micah,” I whispered. “Mitrus. Whatever.” I frowned. “Imha isn’t on your side. Your death wasn’t an accident. She planned it. In a manner, she killed you.”

He growled. “What?”

I winced. “I just saw it in a vision. Cheryl … Ceris knows this too.”

“No, no.” Micah shook his head. “It can’t be.”

“Oh, it can,” Ceris said, smiling. A cruel smile in such a perfect face. “She betrayed you. Micah snarled and Ceris laughed. “Anyway, Imha is coming, but Omi and his demons are closer.”

“What do you care?” I asked. “You’re as bad as Imha. You’re a murderer.” I turned to Victor. “She was the one who orchestrated your parents’ deaths. And Jason’s and Lauren’s.”

Victor shook his head, his eyes wide. “No, she couldn’t.” He turned to Ceris. “You couldn’t.”

She inhaled sharply before looking into his eyes. “I did what I had to do.”

“No,” Victor whispered, trying to lunge at her.

“Don’t waste your energy, love.” A smile slipped over her lips. “You may have your memory back, but your body is still human.”

“You’re insane,” I whispered. God, how I wanted to kill her. Kill her … a god shouldn’t be killed without risking tipping the scale. My world was upside down because of it right now. And Ceris had forged a thorn capable of killing a god. “The Black Thorn,” I said. Victor and Micah stared at me. “You made a Black Thorn. Who is it for?”

“She did what?” Victor returned his gaze to his mate. Or should I call him Levi? Oh God, what a mess! “You created a Black Thorn?”

“I did.” Ceris raised her chin. “I found a pure, untouched, and untainted maiden and went to the Lake of Life. I used her heart and bones to create a thorn to kill Imha.”

“But a god shouldn’t be killed,” I argued. “We have seen what happens if the gods aren’t together.” I extended my arms toward the dark skies above us. “The Fates told you this.”

“I don’t care what the Fates said,” Ceris shouted. Her fury brushed against my skin. “Imha and you”—she pointed to Micah—“didn’t respect the rules. I’ve been through the underworld, thinking Levi was genuinely dead. And if we don’t find his scepter soon, he will die. Forever.”

In her mind, Ceris acted out of love and for that I couldn’t blame her. Nevertheless, I was furious. She had made
me
suffer. She had tricked me. She had orchestrated my life for more than eleven months.

“So now, to survive, we have to find our scepters?” Micah asked.

Ceris glared at him. “You’re on your own now. And, honestly, I hope you die.” She looked skyward. “Time to go.”

“Where?” I asked.

“You, I don’t care about,” Ceris snapped. “You served your purpose. Now forget about us and return to your pathetic life.” She approached Victor, who tried to retreat but was prevented by magic. “Imha is getting close, love, and she won’t be fooled by the circle.”

“You think I’m going with you?” Victor asked.

She leaned toward him. “I’m certain you are going with me.”

“I’m going with Nadine, and you stay away from me.”

My breath caught.

Shocked by his statement, Ceris opened her mouth and gaped. “After all I did for you? You’re my mate. You choose to go with a mortal over your own goddess?”

“Yes,” he shouted. “After all, in case you didn’t notice, you killed, you lied, and you betrayed our rules, claiming it was for me.”

“I did those things because I love you,” the goddess whispered.

“Perhaps it’s time for you to revise your definition of love.” He crossed over the circle and headed in my direction. Instantly, screeches and ruffling of wings sounded overhead.

“By the Everlast, they’re already here.” Ceris turned to me. “Goodbye, Nadine. I hope the Fates don’t treat you well.” She waved her hand toward Victor, producing a vortex of pink wind that enfolded both him and her. Quicker than a blink of an eye, the vortex was gone.

And so was Victor.

I didn’t have time to process it. Bats landed around the edge of Grandmother Rock, and I was alone with Micah.

For a second, I thought he would leave too. Instead, he came to my side and helped me stand. I was grateful for not being alone but I wondered how we would survive against the dozens of bats and other demons that climbed up the rock.

I kept myself frozen in place, hardly breathing, to avoid any rushed attack. I needed time to think, to come up with a plan, but I had no idea what to do.

The bats and demons formed a circle around the edge of the rock with us in the center. I tried not to flinch, but it was hard not to as they growled, shrieked, scratched their claws on the ground, and slobbered all over.

My muscles tensed when some of them started closing in on us. Micah held my arm and kept me close. I didn’t relax when the creatures moved aside so something or someone could come up the trail onto the rock top.

“Hello, Micah. Hello, Nadine.” Brock approached us, an artful sneer on his face in between his reddened cheeks.

My mouth went dry. “You!”

“Yes, me. Am I late? I thought all of your friends would be here too. Where is the third one?” As if we would answer him. “All right, let’s change the question.
What
are you three?”

Micah snorted. “Power Rangers, ever heard of them?”

“Amusing.” Brock paced before us, his tone not amused. “You see, if you don’t answer to me, I’ll have no other option than to take you both to Lord Omi.” His eyes showed interest in that threat. Perhaps he was into torturing. He turned to me and I shivered. “Will you be a good girl and answer my questions?”

“Never,” I snapped. If I’d been a guy, I would have spat on his feet.

Brock shook his head and stepped closer to me.

Micah put himself in front of me and snarled, “Leave her alone.”

“I’m afraid we’re going for a ride.” Brock snapped his fingers and the demons advanced.

Micah did his best to keep them off us, off me, but there were too many. In seconds, we were pulled apart.

Fear clawed inside me, making my body shake.

“No,” Micah yelled, trying to get to me.

The bats closed in on me. I turned around, looking for a space to crawl through, and ended up face-to-face with Brock.

Then a fist met my face.

***

I woke with a loud gasp, only to have a blow to my stomach take the air out of me. I recoiled in time to escape a second kick.

“You’re awake,” Brock said. He knelt before me as I scrabbled backward until I hit a wall.

We were in some kind of classroom. A freezing, putrid, and deserted classroom. A long crack ran down the length of a blackboard and the windows were boarded. Broken desks cluttered the area and spiderwebs coated the ceiling.

“Have you reconsidered?” he asked.

For a second, I was lost. What was he talking about? Then it all came rushing back to me.

I still couldn’t believe it. Levi was Victor, Mitrus was Micah, Ceris was Cheryl. And I had been a toy in their hands. I felt sick and put my hand over my stomach in an attempt to soothe the turmoil. It still hurt from the kick and was quite painful to breathe deeply.

Brock touched my leg. I slapped it off. “Stay away.”

“Hmm, a feisty one.” His gaze ran the length of my body. “Hmm, I bet you’re delicious.”

“Go to hell!”

He laughed. “My dear, Nadine, we already live in hell.”

“Then why do you want to help Imha and Omi make hell even worse?”

“Because I won’t be living in it,” he answered. “I’ll receive gold, women, a title, and a new home near the Clarity Castle if I deliver them any information that may justify the recent powerful episodes.”