Fae Chronicles 01 - Fighting Destiny (16 page)

I blinked at her and then over her head to check the position of the sun for confirmation of the time. "I never sleep in," I mumbled off handedly.

She snorted, "Remember the time we got tanked and Adrian—"

She spun around with wide eyes. We didn’t speak of him, hadn't since he'd died a few years ago on a job gone wrong. "And couldn’t even remember the way home? Yeah, I remember—well I remember the morning after," I finished for her so she wouldn’t feel like an ass for bringing up his name, even though I felt the strings of my heart tug with the memory of my first love. My heart clenched as an image of him arose in my mind.

Adrian had been our fourth, but he'd been killed on a job a couple years ago. One that should have been routine, but it had all gone wrong from the start. One thing after another and before we knew it, before we could pull him out, he'd been killed. The pile of clothes I still kept in my closet at home was the only sign of him we could find except for the puddle of blood, too high in volume for a human to live through the loss.

It had been tested and the DNA test had proven that it had belonged to Adrian. Alden had been referring to Adrian when he had said I got people around me killed, the job had been routine and should have been simple to complete. Instead I'd gotten him killed and all because I wanted to prove we were the best in the Guild.

I shook my head and exhaled before taking a deep drink of the latté. Larissa smiled sadly, as if she'd been thinking along the same lines I had been. "He'd be pissed if he could see us now," she said as her lips turned into a small smile.

"He'd be blowing a few gaskets."

"Who wants to blow me—what?" Adam said coming in to the conversation with a brilliant smile.

"Adrian would be," Larissa said as she moved back to sit in the small leather chair.

"Let's not go there, not today," Adam replied sitting on the bed oblivious to the fact that I had a cup of coffee in my hand. His plopping caused it to spill on my shirt. I looked down as I held the coffee out to prevent any more from escaping the cup.

I was wearing a silk nightgown that I hadn't put on myself. I'd passed out in my clothes. I swallowed the urge to growl and met Larissa's stare as she took in the bright red nightgown. "Did you by chance dress me while I was comatose?"

"Nope," she said already moving her shocked stare to Adam. It had a look of hurt that she failed to hide.

"Hey, I didn’t dress her. I went with you!" He was off the bed as if it had bit his ass with a guilty sparkle in his green eyes.

I looked from one to the other and narrowed my eyes. "Lucy, you got some explaining to do."

They both turned bright red.

"You two!"

"It's not what you think Syn!"

"We were planning on telling you!"

My head swung as they both said something else. I reached over and set my coffee down on the small night stand so I could rub my already pounding temples. "Shit! Shit! Shit! This is not happening, when
did
it happen?" I paused rubbing to peer at Larissa who was now looking like she was ready to cry.

It wasn't a smart idea to date inside a coven as small as ours. If they broke up and couldn’t get along, it could mean mistakes that we couldn’t afford. It could turn out badly and I loved them both. Not to mention the Guild had its own views on dating and I couldn’t afford to have either one moved from my coven.

I moved to get out from beneath the covers but I wasn’t wearing pants. Embarrassment rose to my ears, coloring them pink. He'd seen me naked! And I'd been asleep, oblivious to the fact that he'd had me at his mercy. This day was off to a great start.

"Out, both of you."

"Syn—"

"Synthia—"

I shook my head and held up my index finger to the doorway. After they left still sputtering and trying to explain I got up and inspected my body for signs of abuse or anything else. I was still testing my limbs when a pixie walked in humming lightly under her breath.

"You're awake! Hi I'm Malinda, was the nightgown a good choice?" Her voice was musical. Not a Pixie, she was a Brownie.

Brownies were Fae that loved to clean and actually fed from doing so. They'd been almost wiped out when the humans had caught wind of it. Enslaved by some of the seedier humans who abused them, or sold them since they were weak and easily caught since they had to clean if they see a mess.

"Syn," I replied after a moment of hesitation, she'd dressed me? She didn’t look much older than a twelve year old and was as small as one. She had whitish wispy blonde hair and giant blue eyes that took up more space than a human's normally would.

Her eyes widened so I clarified it for her. "My name is Syn," I continued as I opened the drawer to find my workout clothes folded neatly. "Thank you for folding them." It was all I could think of to say. She's gone through my bags. That irked me, but knowing she had dressed me instead of Ryder was instant relief.

"You are very welcome," she smiled sweetly before she turned and left the room just as quietly as she had shown up.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

An hour later, after showering from the workout with Adam and Larissa, we were standing in the entranceway waiting for Ryder and his men who planned on following us out to meet up with Alden.

"So I need to ask," I looked between Adam and Larissa seriously considering slapping them both—hard, "How serious is this between you guys?"

"Very." Adam said with a serious look on his absurdly beautiful face.

She smiled just as bright and nodded at Adam shyly.

"How long?"

"How long what Syn?" Larissa asked.

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest, "How long has it been going on?"
How long had they been together and how the hell had I missed it? Some friend I was.

"Syn—" Larissa stopped before the fourteen Fae walked in.

"Finish Larissa," I said ignoring the intrusion.

"Six months," she growled angrily.

I had to force my jaw not to drop at the look of triumph in her eyes. How the hell could I have missed that? I felt a twinge of hurt. These were my best friends and I had missed the fact that they were more than an item. They were an actual couple.

"Syn, after Adrian—"

"No, enough," I said quickly needing silence. The Fae were not on a need to know basis with this information.

"Alden called, if you three are not too
busy
we need to head out," Ryder said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Plans have changed."

He was dressed in a white button down shirt and jeans today, as were the rest of his crew. I'd changed into a light blue long sleeve shirt with my favorite jeans and knee high boots with a comfortable three inch heel. Casual Friday wear.

"There's been another death," he said already heading to the door.

"What?" I squeaked as my heart sank in my stomach.

"They found a dead Witch this morning. Need me to spell it out for you?" He continued as he opened the wide double doors.

"Who?" I asked afraid of the answer, only a few of the Witches lived outside of the Guild. And we knew and liked most of them.

"I didn't ask," he continued walking making me run in the heels to try to keep up with him. "Zahruk, take the other two with you in the SUV, I'll take Syn with me."

We walked out to the yard silently as a group. I heard an engine purring to life from a garage I hadn't noticed that was connected to the house. The midnight blue SUV pulled out and the driver opened up the door and got out.

"Follow," Ryder said as he strolled toward the garage. I followed until we were standing in front of a darker SUV. As I stepped around it and placed my fingers on the door handle I hesitated.

"Afraid little itchy Witchy?" He purred from the other side, his hands resting on the hood as if he was readying to jump over it.

"Should I be?" I retorted raising my brow line. I should be. I could see it in his eyes.

"Very," his lips twisted up into a full out smirk.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door and pulled myself up into the seat. It still had the new car smell, the seats white leather and soft against the palm of my hand as I fastened my seatbelt and settled in.

The moment he got in, the nervous energy I felt around him came slamming home as he closed the door sealing us inside the SUV together. "Why am I riding with you?" I asked needing to know why he had me alone yet again.

"How did you walk through the ward last night?" He got straight to the point.

"No clue, but I'm not Fae if that is what you're thinking," I snapped.

"There is no birth record of you being born. Nothing from before your parents brought you to the Guild. Marie pointed this out, said it was strange."

"Marie said I have no record of live birth?" I asked making sure we were on the same page.

"Yes."

"Do I look dead to you?" I replied in a voice that dripped sarcasm.

He turned his head in my direction as he grabbed the steering wheel. His eyes flowing over my body making the air in the SUV crackle before he turned those golden eyes back on the driveway we were driving out of in line with the other cars.

"Adam doesn't have one either, Larissa on the other hand does."

I wasn't an idiot, I'd known something was up when I hadn't been able to get my papers from the Guild or Alden, but I'd figured it had been due to the violent deaths of my parents. "Adam was abandoned practically on the Guilds steps, my parents were killed. Ever think that it might have been an oversight on the Guilds part due to the fact that we were orphans?"

He snorted as he pulled the vehicle onto the highway and gassed it, opening the engine as we drove back towards Spokane. "Who died?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"There still should have been records, yours are sealed. Adam's were opened but only said he was found outside the Guild—by the door to Alden's living quarters."

"Should have been, what does it matter anyways?" I was getting angry.

"I like to know everything about those I work with. Surprises can get people killed," he replied coldly.

"So ask me what you want to know," I snarled.

"How many lovers have you taken between your thighs?" He asked casually, as if he hadn't just switched topics completely and asked me something deeply personal.

I realized it was a test, to see if I tell him the truth. "One."

"Only one?" He asked his eyes firmly on the road still.

"Sorry to disappoint," I mumbled taking in the passing pine trees out the window as the countryside flew by us.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty one," I answered.

"Twenty one and only one man?" He questioned.

I flinched inwardly. It wasn’t from the lack of men on my roster. It was because I'd only loved one and I didn’t believe in simple sex. I'd loved Adrian with everything inside of me, everything I'd been. Until I'd gotten him killed.

"I didn’t feel the need to fuck everything with a dick, so yes. Only one."

"Everything with a dick? No wonder you gave in so easily to compulsion, you need to get laid."

"I don’t
need
to get laid. I can do the job just as well by myself."

His eyes swung over, the heat of them drilling into my head until I gave in and turned to face him. His eyes glowed with intensity so bright I had to blink to keep looking at him. "Indeed, but getting yourself off is not the same as allowing someone else the intense pleasure that comes with allowing a release. Nor does it scratch the itch that burns inside of you. It only scratches across the surface."

"Is there a point to this? I don’t think my sex life—or lack of is any of your business," I growled fed up with talking about how lacking I was in the entire department.

"Did you love him?" He continued ignoring my outburst.

I felt hot tears threaten to break lose at the touchy conversation. "Yes."

"Are you still in love with him?" He pressed.

"He's dead, change the subject."

His eyes narrowed but he turned back to watch the road. My mind scanned over the line of questions and then discarded them quickly. It was still painful and saying his name made my heart ache. His beautiful face was still the first thing I saw before I closed my eyes—or had been until meeting Ryder.

"How long were you together?" He asked quietly.

"Too long. I don't like to talk about it, so ask me anything else. Just don’t ask me to talk about him."

"What do you remember of your parents?"

"Not much," I swallowed a sob and closed my eyes against the pain that always came with talking about them. "Is this another test? Why can't you just leave them out of this?"

"There are no baby pictures of you, Synthia."

"Maybe I was an ugly baby?" I said grinning.

"Or maybe you were not theirs."

I wanted to scream at him. They were my parents, they were all I remembered. I hated that he was making sense. And that I had never questioned it before. "Why would the Guild lie? It's not like I'm the most powerful Witch in the Washington Guild, it's not like they are trying to hide that I am a card carrying member either Ryder. So what would it matter if I was adopted?"

"I'm on a need to know basis and you are the only witness to the murders of your parents."

I nodded but knew I was about to shoot holes through his theory. "The Fairy was killed by at least one woman and there were no woman at the deaths of my parents Ryder. Nor were bombs placed inside of them. It's not the same killers."

"You blame yourself for their deaths, why?"

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "Because I could have prevented it, I could have protected them."

"You were five, what the hell could you have done to stop Fae from killing them?" He snarled.

"I'm a shield Ryder. I could use the ability when I was five. I was the only reason they couldn’t cast, because they chose not to tap the line because of
me
. My parents were powerful, but they needed the lines to cast and doing so could have hurt me, so technically they died protecting me."