Stone Cold Seduction (23 page)

“Are the books clearly marked?”

“I’ve never seen them.”

Teryl stared at the building, as if waiting for it to reveal the secrets of the universe. I wondered if he was using his oracle abilities to find the right book, but he still answered me. “I think they are. Each family should have their own book. You’ll need to look for Warlow.”

“What about Fredricks?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know if the demigods’ fates are read. If they are, I’ve never heard of it, and I wouldn’t know where to have you start looking. Besides, it was given to your father. It’s always handed to the paternal line.”

Fair enough. I’d look for Warlow and try not to choke on my hatred. I opened my door and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the crisp, chilly air. “Okay, guys, I’ll be back in forty-five. Hopefully, less.” I tried to instill the appropriate amount of confidence in my voice.

I felt like puking.

The Library of Shadows was huge. A converted castle, it was easily five stories above ground, and had three lower levels. Towers and turrets were highlighted against the light of the moon. The building cast a huge, black shadow. I’m sure the architecture was stunning in the daylight. But at night? It looked like something out of a horror flick.

I strode to the side door Teryl’s map had indicated. Since it opened onto a small, empty alleyway, I walked with a purpose, so passersby wouldn’t think twice. The wooden door opened at my touch. It shouldn’t have. A bad feeling settled into the pit of my stomach.

I had agreed to avoid shadowing unless absolutely necessary, to conserve energy. I set one foot over the threshold, and my entire body was consumed with what felt like an electric shock. Thirty seconds or three minutes, I had no idea how long I convulsed. Unknown words whispered through my mind. There was a hint of recognition in my subconscious. And that quickly, the recognition was gone.

Just like with the book, dozens of chanting voices flooded my mind. I couldn’t translate to English, but I knew the ward. I had no words to describe it, but would loosely translate it as electrocution. If I hadn’t absorbed it, I’d be on the ground, fried to a crisp. No wonder the door hadn’t been locked. Whoever was dumb enough to open that door was in for the shock of their life. Or rather, the shock that would end their life.

When the shaking finally stopped, I took a deep breath and leaned heavily against the stone wall. I used my toe to nudge the door shut. The hinges were well oiled, and it swung shut without a sound.

I felt like a quivering mass of jelly.

Damn wards. I wondered if I’d ever get used to that feeling. And if the tingle or shock of the ward was indicative of the size, I’d just absorbed the mother lode of all wards. My hip felt hot. I pulled the waistband of my pants down. There it was. One more mark. This one was slightly bigger.

Son of a…

How was I supposed to know what the wards were? And why did they have to leave a mark? Pretty soon I’d be able to play connect-the-dots on my body. They’d go so well with all the scars Luke had given me. He’d hidden them in strategic locations. My father hadn’t wanted me marked for everyone to see.

I sighed and looked around. I was in a long, narrow hallway. The building smelled old and a little musty. Not enough to be unpleasant, just enough to remind me the building had stood here for centuries. The stone floor was old, but well-maintained. The ceiling was surprisingly high, and curved in an arch. I stared at the impressive stonework and willed some feeling back into my body.

Three minutes of recovery, and I managed to regain function of my limbs. I took off down the hall, trying to soften my footsteps on the stone as much as possible. I needed to go down two floors, to start. The building was quiet and still. A building this big shouldn’t be quiet and still. Warning bells sounded in my head.

Get in, get out. Get in, get out
, I chanted in my head. I could do this.

Moving through the main level would be tricky. The oracle offices were located near the stairs to the lower levels. They were staffed twenty-four seven. This wasn’t your average library. Fates were read and recorded at all hours. I moved into the Grand Room, as Teryl had labeled it. Most lights were off, but I could see shelves and shelves of books, rising two stories into the air. Incredible. Part of me wanted to stand and stare.

I squashed that desire and stayed alert as I neared the offices. I saw faint light flickering under a few doors, and I heard a female voice. An oracle in her office, I guessed. I still hadn’t seen a guard, which made me nervous. I crept toward the stairs, keeping to the shadows and the outer edges of the room.

Footsteps moving at a fast pace were coming toward me. I was only a few feet from the stairs. I touched the small mark for the cloaking ward and silently chanted the words, and pressed against the wall.
Please let this work
. A split second later, two gargoyles rounded the corner. My mouth went dry, and I was afraid they’d hear my heart pounding, it was so loud.

They were full gargoyles. Their stone feet made dull, heavy thuds against the stone floor. Hysteria bubbled, and I wondered what happened if they got a chip in gargoyle form. Did they ever break a toe or finger off? Wings tucked behind them, horns on their head, they were an awesome sight. Long faces, pointy chins, and bright, glowing silver eyes. No clothes and very, very…naked.

Jax was physically gifted, and it had nothing to do with being a gargoyle. I now had proof. Not that these guys had anything to be ashamed about. But Jax…Jax should be very, very proud.

I brought my gaze back to their faces as they neared the stairs. I held my breath. Silently, they brushed past me, oblivious to my presence. So close, I could have reached out and grabbed their…er…wings. I waited until I could no longer hear their footsteps, before releasing the ward and my breath in a quiet exhale.

I sucked in a deep, shaky breath. That had been far too close for comfort. I made my way down the stairs, one cautious step at a time.

Candle sconces lined the walls. Tiny flames flickered and cast sinister shadows down the curving stairwell. I felt like I was walking down to the dungeons, which is what I’m sure the lower levels used to be. Fear snaked along my spine. I didn’t want to be here.

Which was more motivation to hurry the hell up.

Because of the candle sconces, I couldn’t hug the walls. I crouched down and took the steps as quickly and quietly as I could. Every five steps, I paused to listen. The gargoyles must be faster than I gave them credit for, because I didn’t hear their footsteps receding.

The growing silence strained my nerves. Where were all the guards and oracles MacLean had spoke about? I’d heard one female and seen the two gargoyles. There were five upper levels and three lower levels. I should hear something.

Keeping one hand on the wall, trying to avoid the hot, dripping wax, I made my way downstairs, into what felt like the pit of hell. Was it getting warmer?

I came to the first lower level and paused again. Silence. The spiral stairs continued down, and I started moving. Teryl had said to start with the second lower level. I was almost there, when the next ward hit me. If I’d thought the first one was big, this one brought me to my knees. Literally.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. Raw energy consumed me. It ripped through me with the force of a tsunami. As quickly as it started, it was over. Huddled on the stairs, I gasped for breath. A twinge in my shoulder indicated where the new mark was.

“The ward is down. Did you hear that?” The low, nasty voice came from below. It echoed in the stairwell. The gargoyles? I didn’t know, but I sucked in one last breath and held it as I strained to hear something. Anything.

Heavy thuds on the stairs had me scrambling to my feet. Shit. They were coming.

Quiet, calm shadow. Quiet, calm shadow
, I repeated mentally, squeezing my eyes shut. I held the image in my head, praying it would hold. If I got out of this alive, I’d donate more. Volunteer my time. Be nice to every person I met. No more take-out food. I’d exercise and get enough sleep. I’d…

The two gargoyles raced up the stairs. Fast and agile, they ran right through me. Right
through
me.

Shock held me still.

Large stone men who were fast and agile had raced right through me to the level above. Holy hell. I sank back to the steps, leaning against the wall for support. I hissed when a hot drop of wax landed on the back of my hand. Glaring at the candle sconce, I shifted so I was out of the danger zone.

I had to get a grip. The newest ward on my shoulder felt hot, and I rubbed it absently. It must have been the reason for the silence. That was my best guess.

Time was running out. Picking myself up, I moved down the stairs, despite the way my legs threatened to give out with each step. Hitting the second level, I ducked into the first room I found. The door swung open easily. Did they lock any doors in this place?

Hoping there was electricity down here, I fumbled for a light switch. Success. I flipped the switch.

With horror, I took in the scene in front of me.

“Hello, Elleodora. We need to talk.” My father’s cultured voice was calm as his hand came around and covered my mouth.

“Hello, Princess.” Luke stepped directly in front of me, and I began shaking.

I couldn’t draw in a big enough breath to scream. Because my father’s hand covered my mouth, the noises I made were muted. I couldn’t shadow because he had a hold of me. If he shifted his hand a little to the right, I could draw on a ward.

Luke stepped closer, eyeing me with speculation.

Jedren put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “If you scream, I will kill the three men waiting outside. Come with me, and we will settle this. Refuse to cooperate, and you will still come with me, but not until I torture one of them to death in front of you. Do you understand?”

I didn’t believe he’d follow through with his end of the bargain if I cooperated, but I’d have to agree for now and buy some time. I’d have to wait and trust that the guys could take care of themselves in the meantime.

“Elleodora, I have five men watching the car. Your friends will be dead before we step foot outside. Make your choice. Now.”

He waited for me to nod before stepping away. My knees almost buckled, but I managed to stay upright. Sheer will kept my spine straight.

Luke took hold of my arm. I tried to jerk away, but he tightened his grip until tears filled my eyes. I pressed my lips together and stared straight ahead. He wouldn’t get the benefit of my fear. His vile laugh floated around us. Jedren strode up the stairs, and Luke pulled me behind. Somehow, we didn’t see a soul. Lights were still on in the offices in the Grand Room, but I saw no one.

Which meant no help. I was on my own.

We stepped outside and were shrouded in darkness at the same time the frigid air hit my exposed skin. My coat was in the car, inconveniently located on the other side of the building.

With Jax, Teryl, and MacLean, who were being watched by Jedren’s goons.

Luke shoved me into the backseat of my father’s car. I barely missed hitting my head. Violent thoughts filled me, and this time, I welcomed them as Luke took the driver’s seat. They kept the memories and my fear at bay. Sort of.

My father slid in the front seat and fastened his seat belt with deliberate movements. “Not a word until we get to my residence. I’m very angry I had to fly halfway across the world to track you down.” He turned to Luke. “Let’s go to the holiday cottage, shall we?”

I watched the Library of Shadows fade into the distance as we drove away. I was so screwed. But this time, I’d go down swinging.

Chapter Seventeen

I stared out of the window as the miles passed. Despite the darkness, I could see fields of grass, large clusters of rock, small white cottages, and crumbling stone structures dotting the countryside. Detached, I watched the shadows fly by as Luke careened around corners on the narrow, winding road. If I was lucky, maybe he’d crash and kill us all before we got to the “holiday cottage.”

I could already feel bruises forming on my arm from his crushing grip. Luke was a sadistic freak. And my deepest desire in life had been to never, ever see him again. Lady Luck had deserted me, again. Actually, Lady Luck had never seemed to know I existed. This trip had been a bad idea from the beginning.

Ah, hindsight…

I might not have found my fate, but I could make a good guess: it sucked. Maybe I should be happy I didn’t know it. That way I didn’t have to agonize over what was to come.

Jedren had put me through a decade and more of Luke’s treatment. To mold me, to make me more amiable, to make me the perfect daughter and princess. I’d failed all the tests with flying colors. A perpetual disappointment to my father and an endless source of entertainment for Luke. That’s how I would describe my childhood and time spent in my father’s home. It had been a prison for two weeks a year, for seventeen years.

Luke kept driving; I lost track of time. Minutes, maybe hours, passed with the scenery. The bond between Jax and I had been stretched tight. In some ways, it was a far worse punishment than any Luke could dole out. I could feel Jax’s fury. A cold, heavy lump in the middle of my chest, his fury grew the farther we went. Did that bond work both ways? Could he feel my fear?

I refused to give in to the ugly worry that they wouldn’t find me in time.

Luke turned onto a long, gravel driveway that wound up to the top of a cliff. The road was steep and crumbling. Luke’s driving wasn’t as crazy as I’d thought, because the car made it to the top. He knew what he was doing when it came to driving—and torture. It was pitch black outside. We were sitting at the top of a gigantic rock cliff overlooking a body of water. Everything was black or gray. Between the car and the cliff was a castle, complete with a stone tower. I wondered if a girl’s dream could materialize, and a knight in shining armor could come out to save me.

Luke turned around and smiled at me, just a flash of white inside the dark car. Who was I kidding? My knights in shining armor weren’t even close.

“Out,” my father said, in his characteristic, smooth tone. He never raised his voice. Never lost control. Always refined, always calm, he was the picture of wealth and sophistication. Until he started killing people. He’s what I would picture if I were to put a face to the old world mobsters. Minus the Tommy gun.

He stood beside the car, waiting. One hand smoothed his jacket—always a three-piece suit for him—and he twisted his diamond-encrusted watch with the opposite hand. That was his only outward sign of irritation. I dragged myself out of the car and stood.

Luke walked around the car and reached for my arm. I sidestepped him and glared. His eyes widened. I had never willingly looked him straight in the eyes before. Scared of what I might see, I usually stared over his shoulder. Not today.

Fear pounded through me, with every beat of my heart. But I held his gaze. Luke tilted his head to one side, as if he’d never seen me before. That nasty little smile stayed in place.

Crap. I’d just caught his interest.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.
He was used to seeing me scared, and he might have let his guard slip enough to give me a chance to run. Proving a point had just cost me a chance to escape.

Maybe if I used a ward, I could stun him long enough to get down the hill.

Jedren interrupted the moment with an impatient, clipped order. “Luke, enough. Elleodora and I need to have a discussion. In my office. Elleodora’s friends are relying on her cooperation.”

If I used a ward, I’d get down the hill a few hundred yards, and Jedren would calmly order someone to bomb the rental car they were watching. I wanted to scream at him. Instead, I kept my voice deceptively steady. “You said if I left the building with you, you’d let them be.”

“We haven’t even had a chance to chat. Your cooperation is still required.”

He could be bluffing, but I doubted it. I wouldn’t stake Jax, MacLean, and Teryl’s lives on it. I had to think of something else.

Luke snagged my arm in a bruising hold. His smile turned blissful when I struggled. Sick, sick freak. Instinct screamed at me to stay still as I tried not to gag.

The castle was four stories high and shaped like an L. It was a stone monstrosity, similar to Jedren’s home in Seattle, except built a few centuries earlier.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” my father said, as we entered. “She was built in the fifteenth century. Expanded and updated throughout each century. Kings have stayed here. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m restoring it.”

I remained silent, knowing he didn’t really want me to respond, as we entered a medieval great hall. He’d updated it with electricity, and lights glowed around us. A huge chandelier hung overhead. Over-the-top luxury, as always. Everything was stone. I could see where someone had started patching a cracked and crumbling section. Two Queen Anne chairs sat on either side of a long, narrow table where a Ming vase was prominently displayed.

My father loved his priceless relics.

“Hundreds of people died here over the years,” he went on. “Bloody battles, plague, tragic accidents.” His pale eyes glittered at me. I couldn’t tell if it was amusement or anticipation. “Do you know why you’re here?”

He stopped, and Luke jerked me to a halt. I waited a second too long to answer. Luke slapped me across the face, knocking me to my knees and splitting my bottom lip. I put a hand to my face, trying to ease the vicious sting. Eyes watering, I glared up at him and got to my feet.

“No,” I muttered.

Jedren cocked his head. “Pardon?”

“No,” I repeated, louder. The corners of Luke’s mouth turned down in disappointment. Asshole.

My father started walking again. Luke jerked on my arm, half dragging me through the great room and toward the tower. He pushed me at a set of stairs, forcing me to go after my father. The stairs were narrow and steep, and had once been sandwiched between two walls. The inner wall had deteriorated over the years, and was missing large portions of stone. The steep slope and narrow steps meant treacherous footing. I hugged the stone wall, just as I had in the Library of Shadows. Luke huffed out a laugh and leaned into my back. “These steps aren’t very forgiving. It would be a shame if you fell. We wouldn’t get a chance to catch up.”

His laughter had a crazy edge to it. I clenched my teeth against the urge to throw myself down them and hope the fall would at least knock me unconscious. In my teens, I had dreamed of escape, in any form.
I’m stronger now.
I had to believe that. Jax would find me. MacLean would find me. Teryl would…Teryl would use his abilities to pinpoint my location. Relief swept through me, and tears filled my eyes.

Luke mistook my tears for terror and laughed harder. He pushed me forward with a hard elbow to my back. I stumbled and caught myself as a chunk of stone broke off and rolled down a few steps before falling over the edge. It clattered on the floor below after a few seconds.

Jedren stopped and frowned at me. “Elleodora, you chipped the stairs. You always were a clumsy mistake of a girl.”

Jax and MacLean will find me, Jax and MacLean will find me
, I chanted in my head.

Luke grabbed a handful of my hair and wrapped it around his hand. He jerked my head back, and I yelped in pain. “Respect your father’s property,” he whispered in my ear.

Loathing mixed with pain clouded my vision. He held my head so I was forced to stare at the ceiling. I tried to swallow, but it was difficult at such an awkward angle.

“We don’t have all day, Luke,” Jedren called down, impatience clear in his voice.

Luke released my hair, letting his fingers tangle in the long strands one last time. I winced as he pulled a few strands out.
Don’t show pain, don’t let him see
, I chastised myself. I picked my way up each stair, watching for any that looked broken or in danger of crumbling.

We reached the top of the stairs and stepped into the hallway of the second story. Jedren stood before the first of three large wooden doors, off to the left. “My office,” he said, and gestured me inside. Luke threw another elbow into my back, and I staggered forward. Clenching my teeth, I walked into the room.

Clean lines, expensive taste. The room had probably been the first one restored. It reeked of my father’s touch. A large mahogany desk sat in one corner. Two big leather chairs flanked it, and a large oil painting of a castle covered one wall. A tapestry graced the wall behind the desk, undoubtedly, authentically medieval. The stuff in this room had probably cost him five times as much as my entire building had.

“Sit,” he commanded, pointing to one of the leather chairs. He walked around the desk and settled into the chair behind it. Steepling his fingers, he rested his chin on them and studied me. “You surprised me, Elleodora.”

I refused to flinch when he said my name. It was the way he said it that bothered me. With an edge of disdain and a slight sneer on his lips. He had given me the name, and never failed to remind me that I didn’t live up to it. I would never meet his standards.

Thank God.

Grandmother or no grandmother, I hated the name.

When I didn’t respond, his eyes narrowed. “Why are you so far from home?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Luke snarled and snagged my hair with a quick jerk, holding his dagger to my throat.

I held my father’s gaze while my pulse beat a rapid tempo at the edge of the blade. There was no going back. I’d known that the moment I’d stepped onto the plane, deep down. I could acknowledge it now. I had to see this through.

Jedren held up his hand, motioning Luke to release me.

I swallowed, but otherwise didn’t react. I’d lived my entire life in fear of my father. I had given him that control. No more. He still scared the hell out of me, given his propensity for violence and complete disregard for life. But I was done cowering.

His strange smile took me by surprise. “Well done. I wondered when you’d find your backbone.”

I wanted to spit in his face. To kick him in the balls. Anything to hurt him.

He leaned back in his chair and propped his ankle on the opposite knee, striking a gentleman’s pose.

“I’m here to take care of old business, in addition to finding you. I admit, I was hurt to discover you were the culprit behind the thefts.” He injected the right note of sorrow into his tone, but his expression never changed.

“You killed Mom.” The words came out stark and raw. I refused to let my tears fall, but I let the accusation hang between us.

He sighed. “So you’ve said. I thought we were past this.”

Rage clogged my throat. I wanted to inflict so much pain, he’d scream for mercy. The condescending sneer he wore so well needed to be permanently wiped from his face. He had no remorse. He didn’t deserve a quick death; I’d do everything I could to make sure he felt regret before he died.

“You’ve shown great ingenuity with the thefts. I’m willing to forgive your transgressions—this time. However, I require you to take your place as my heir.”

Of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing I expected. Incredulity made my voice jump. “You think I’m going to be your heir after you killed Mom and threatened to kill my friends? What a joke.”

He frowned. “Don’t be vulgar. I don’t ‘joke.’ The time has come for you to establish yourself as my heir. It’s very simple.” He enunciated as if speaking to a small child.

Luke shifted closer, making sure I could see the glint of his blade. I didn’t spare him a second look. I needed to keep Jedren talking to buy the guys some time. “What does ‘establishing myself’ involve?”

I saw a brief flare of triumph in his glacial stare, and then it was gone. “I will begin grooming you to take over Warlow Imports.”

This was coming out of left field. “Why?”

“You’ve proven to be more…worthy than I initially gave you credit for. I’m not interested in begetting another heir. You’ll have to do.” He flicked an imaginary piece of lint off of his pant leg.

He was nervous. He only fidgeted when he was nervous. Understanding dawned, and I knew there was far more to it than he let on. He needed me for something. Or he needed something from me.