Dying Wish: A Novel of the Sentinel Wars (13 page)

“It will all be fine. I know it will.”

Jackie wished she were half as sure as her sister.

She listened to Helen’s instructions, then hung up the phone. She could do this. It was only a small thing—not even as hard as most of what she’d had to do in those caves to keep the kids alive. By comparison, this was going to be a walk in the park.

Her fingers shook as she reached one hand to his throat, where the shimmering band lay close to his skin. She could feel it humming, leaping toward her as she neared.

It really was beautiful. Simple. Elegant. The slippery length felt warm. She hadn’t worn a necklace since before her capture. The ugly scars around her neck made it seem silly. Why bring attention to something she wanted to hide? She used to wear them all the time, and she suffered through a momentary, ridiculous flash of mourning for what she’d lost.

Helen said she had to want it to make the luceria come off, so she closed her eyes and pretended that her throat was lovely and smooth, and that the pale iridescence of it would glow against her skin.

The luceria opened, coming loose from his neck easily. She held it for a moment, marveling over whatever magic made the thing function, feeling the slick heat of its surface as it draped between her fingers.

She just hoped that this worked, for Iain’s sake.

There was no way she could put it on without both hands, and she didn’t dare stop touching Iain for fear that she’d hurt him more. The only option she could think of was to tuck his hand in the waistband of her slacks, hoping the contact worked both ways.

As soon as his thick fingers were lodged at her waist, she slowly removed her hands from him. She saw no sign that there were any ill effects of her solution, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The luceria went around her neck, the ends snapping together like magnets. She opened her collar enough that it could lie close to her skin, then went on to step two—the one she dreaded the most.

She had to cut him. Helen said there was no other way. Normally, the man would cut himself, but that wasn’t going to happen here. So, Jackie was left with no choice but to get the distasteful task over with as fast as possible.

She cleaned his sword with an alcohol wipe she found in the first aid kit under the seat. Cringing, she drew the sharp steel across his chest, barely nicking the skin. A
few drops of blood welled up, and she used her finger to smear some across the luceria.

Now for the tricky part. Somehow, she had to get Iain to wake up and give her his vow. He’d already done it once, but Helen said she wasn’t sure if it would work, so it was best not to risk messing things up.

She leaned over him and patted his cheek. “Iain. Wake up.”

He let out a moan, but that’s all she got.

“Iain,” she said louder, adding a bit of force behind her pats against his smooth cheek. “I need you. Wake up.”

His eyes fluttered open, but she could see that he wasn’t aware of what was going on. His gaze slid around as if he couldn’t focus and his eyes started to close again.

“Give me your vow,” she ordered. “I need it. Give it to me.”

He blinked a few times, confusion plain on his face. “Jackie?” Her name was barely recognizable.

“That’s right. My life for yours. Say it.”

“No. Too late.”

She grabbed his jaw and gave it a shake. “You listen to me, mister. You’re poisoned. I just cut you, which means the demons can smell your blood. If you don’t give me your vow, I won’t be able to help you.” She swallowed hard, forcing herself to say the rest. “They’ll take me again, Iain. They’ll take me back to those caves. I can’t let that happen.”

His eyes widened. Then rage painted his features, hardening them into a snarl. “No!”

“They’re coming. Give me your vow. Now, before it’s too late.”

His nostrils flared, and his lips twisted as he struggled to get the words out. “My life…yours.”

Relief wrapped around her, making her sway. Now there was only one thing left: her vow to him.

She’d had little time to think about her promise with all that had happened, and her mind raced now, trying to
think of exactly the right thing to say. She knew this was binding, and she didn’t want to mess it up. But she also didn’t want the luceria to fall off too soon—before the Sanguinar showed and he had a chance to fully heal. She wasn’t sure he’d be up to another round of this. She was certain
she
wouldn’t be.

Jackie pulled in a deep breath. Iain was staring at her, but his eyes were closing under their own weight. There was a warning there, but she didn’t have the time or mental space to translate what it might be. He was hardly even conscious, mostly incoherent, so whatever warning he gave, she’d likely already considered it herself.

“I won’t let you die, Iain. I promise to stay with you until you’re as good as new.” Just like Helen had said.

The luceria slid against her skin, shrinking to fit close. His eyes opened wide, and she swore she saw fear reflected in his gaze. And then she saw nothing at all, as the world dissolved and melted away.

Jackie tried to figure out what had gone wrong. She’d done everything Helen had said, but somehow, she’d been flung away from Iain, landing inside an old farmhouse.

She stood there for a long moment, trying to get her bearings. She spun around, not recognizing anything. Where was she? Where was Iain?

Lanterns lit the space, showing her she was in an old kitchen. On a small table was a single candle flickering over a simple meal. Some kind of soup steamed in the bowls, and a loaf of bread sat between them.

The back door opened and Iain walked in.

Relief settled over her, making her sag. “You’re okay.” But how could he be? She hadn’t done anything yet.

Iain said nothing to her. His clothing was different. Old-fashioned. His hair was longer. He removed a hat and set it on a bench by the back door. He didn’t even glance at her.

“Serena? I’m back,” he called.

“Coming!” said a woman’s voice from upstairs.

“What’s going on, Iain?” asked Jackie. “Where are we?”

He said nothing, completely ignoring her.

“How did you get rid of the poison?” she asked.

The woman came down the steps and Jackie turned around. The breath left her body and the whole world seemed to grow dim by comparison.

Serena was the most beautiful woman Jackie had ever seen. She was almost ethereal, so perfect that there was no way she could be real. Her red hair fell in loose curls to her tiny waist. The dress she wore was also old-fashioned, but accentuated her curves perfectly, especially her bust, which rose up from the tight bodice. Her skin was flawless, her features feminine and elegant, and her mouth was a deep, rosy pink.

She raced forward as if Jackie wasn’t even there. Jackie tried to move out of the doorway, but there was no room. She braced herself for an impact, but none came. Serena moved right through her and threw herself into Iain’s waiting embrace.

Serena had passed through Jackie, as if she were some kind of ghost.

Jackie was distracted by shock for a second before she realized that this wasn’t real. This was a vision. Helen had mentioned it, but Jackie had been so busy memorizing the steps to tap into Iain’s magic, she hadn’t really digested every last detail.

Jackie forced herself to relax. All she wanted was to get back to the real Iain and try to find a way to slow the poison. She didn’t have time for visions or dreams, especially of Iain alone with a woman too beautiful to be real.

Iain pulled back from their hug, smiling down at Serena as if she were the center of his universe. And that smile made him simply gorgeous. He had a dimple in his left cheek—one Jackie had never seen before. Jealousy hit her before she had time to realize it had happened. Iain was hers now. She’d dragged his heavy body into the
truck, done that stupid ceremony, and tied herself to him. How dare he go hugging another woman like that?
Smiling
at her? He’d never smiled at Jackie. Not even once. And he sure as hell had never looked at her the way he was looking at Serena. If it hadn’t been so sweet, it would have been nauseating.

“Tonight?” he asked her, eagerness clear in his voice.

She nodded, grinning up at him. “Tonight. We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

“More than,” he agreed, and stepped back, pulling his sword.

“Oh, no. You’re not going to ruin this for me by rushing things. First dinner. You haven’t eaten all day.”

“Dinner can wait. I want to see you wear it now.” He traced a finger over Serena’s neck. “It’s going to look so pretty here.”

It took Jackie a minute to catch up, but she realized they were talking about Serena taking his luceria. This was all in the past. That explained the old clothes and lack of electric lighting.

Iain bowed his head and kissed her. She rose to him as if she’d been dying for a taste of him. His hands slid around her.

A sour churning started in Jackie’s stomach.

Serena pressed her palms against his chest. “If we don’t stop, we’ll ruin all of my plans.”

“
Your
plans? I’ve been trying to get you to do this for three years.”

“You know how Mother felt about us. But I shall be worth the wait. You’ll see.”

He set her back down with a begrudging sigh. “I want this to be perfect for you—a night you’ll always remember with fondness.”

“Then sit and eat. I don’t want you swooning with weakness later.”

He grinned and shook his head. “I’ve never swooned in my life, woman.”

“There’s always a first time for—”

“Did you hear that?” he asked, his body going tense and alert.

“It was just the horses.”

Iain lifted his blade and went to the door. “Stay inside. I’ll go check.”

“I’m sure it was nothing,” she said, but the frown marring her smooth brow gave away her concern.

He gave Serena a long look so full of love that it nearly brought Jackie to her knees. She’d never much thought about finding true love. Her education and then her career had been more important. She’d always thought that there would be time for romance later, after she’d accomplished the things she wanted to do with her life. But now, watching this, she began to wonder if her priorities had been all wrong. Not only had she not done what she’d wanted, but she also had no one in her life to love.

“I won’t risk your safety,” said Iain. “Especially not while you’re still vulnerable.”

Serena followed him to the door, peering through the window. Jackie went to the closest window, which was on the adjacent wall. She couldn’t see Iain, but what she did see was several spots of glowing green.

Fear sliced through her and she began to shake. “There are demons out there. Synestryn,” she warned Serena.

Of course, Serena couldn’t hear her, because Jackie wasn’t really here. This was just a memory—a past event from Iain’s life. It had all already happened. She couldn’t do anything to change that. Could she?

Only one way to find out.

Jackie reached right through Serena to get to the doorknob. Her hand passed through the brass knob, too. Holding her breath, she stepped forward and went through the door and was standing outside.

The glowing green eyes had come closer. She could see Iain’s broad back headed toward a barn. He scanned the area, but a wagon was blocking his line of sight.

Jackie raced forward to warn him. She called his name, but he couldn’t hear her. He couldn’t sense her presence.

Finally, Iain went past the wagon, turned, and saw them coming. Serena burst out of the back door, shouting. He saw her and started sprinting back toward her, his face a mask of anger and fear.

“Get back inside!” he yelled.

The demons broke through the brush and came at them, running on all fours. Their powerful legs ate up the distance, sending chunks of dirt and weeds up behind them.

Jackie crouched behind a tree trunk, desperately working to combat her fear.

This wasn’t real. It wasn’t happening. She wasn’t even here.

But Iain was. He made it to the doorway just as the first demon attacked. His sword was raised, his mouth open around a vicious battle cry. He swung down, hacking at the demon’s furry back.

It let out a hissing scream, and black blood splattered out from the wound. Iain kicked the monster away, sending it crashing into the next one behind it. He backed up a couple of steps into the doorway so he could take on the demons one at a time.

There were at least six of them. Their black, furry bodies melted into the dark landscape. It was only when Jackie saw their eyes that she was able to tell how many were truly there.

Iain continued to fight, lopping off the head of one demon while another leaped over its back to go for his head. He ducked just in time, but the demon went sailing though the doorway, into the little farmhouse kitchen.

Where Serena was.

Jackie went racing across the ground to warn her, but by the time she neared, it was too late. The demon was
inside and Serena was facing off with it, wielding a sword of her own.

She was fast—faster even than Iain was. There was less power behind her swings and thrusts, but she kept the demon at bay while Iain worked to kill the last two outside.

In the distance, Jackie saw a new set of lights approach and heard the rumbling of something big coming closer. The lights were yellow, not green, and as the sound grew louder, she could just make out the shape of people. Some were on horseback, some were in a wagon.

They were human, and, based on the swords many of them carried, Sentinels. A woman in a pale green gown stood in the back of the wagon as it slowed. In one hand she held a globe of fire. She flung it toward the fight. White fire spilled out over the demons and Iain. It slid off his skin, leaving him untouched, but the demons screamed as their fur ignited.

Iain turned before they’d even finished falling, and charged inside to deal with the demon fighting Serena.

Jackie could see only motion—Iain’s big body moving and flashes of black fur and a pale gingham skirt. She held her breath, walking closer to the house, where at least a dozen people were speaking in hurried voices.