by Kay Hooper
With no more than a flick of his fingers. Merlin did, and Kane jerked away from the large, warm, reclining body he found himself sitting on just as it turned its striped face toward him and growled softly.
“Jesus!”
The tiger rose to its feet and snarled again, yellow eyes fierce—and then reformed smoothly into a sturdy, inanimate chair. Kane backed away from it and from Merlin until he was pressed against crowded bookshelves. His face was very pale, but he was managing to control his panic.
“You asked,” Merlin reminded him dryly.
“I thought we couldn’t do that,” Serena said in an aggrieved tone. “Create living beings.”
“Some of us can,” Merlin told her. “But animals only, and the higher orders are extremely difficult.”
“You lied to me!”
“Not at all. I merely withheld the truth. Besides, you won’t be able to do it until you’re a Master.”
“Oh. Well, in that case, you’re forgiven.”
Ignoring this exchange, the reporter darted his gaze around the room as if looking for an escape, and fixed on Serena. The realization seemed to dismay him almost comically. “You too?”
“Afraid so I’m Richard’s Apprentice. I came to him at sixteen to learn how to be a wizard.”
Kane glared at her. “Bigfoot and Elvis sightings, huh?”
A low laugh escaped her. “Touché. But we are different, you know. We aren’t tacky.”
Kane grappled a moment in silence, trying to work things out in his mind, then said, “That announcement about the grant. You did take it from my apartment.”
It took Serena a moment to remember, and then she nodded. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to know if Seth got the grant. So I sent for it to come to your pocket. And then I just put you to sleep before you could pass out.”
“I don’t believe this. Any of it.”
Merlin, able to sense as well as see the reporter’s rising agitation, spoke calmly. “We’re no threat to you, Kane. To any of you. I’ll tell you another little secret. Our kind has walked the earth as long as yours has; there have always been beings of power—and there always will be. With very few exceptions, we’ve learned to pass unnoticed in society.”
“Exceptions?”
“Some of us have been careless from time to time, which is why there are stories about witches and sorcerers and the like. And some born wizards don’t realize what they are, which is why they make a living performing parlor tricks like bending spoons and taking photographs with their minds.”
Kane felt oddly relieved when Merlin—Was he the wizard Merlin? But how was that possible?—made an other of those supple gestures that apparently caused his blue robe to vanish and leave him dressed normally again in jeans and a thick sweater. Then he leaned back against the desk again while Kane tried to make himself think clearly.
“If you don’t want this to get out, then why the hell are you admitting it to me?” he demanded finally.
“Mostly because I knew very well you weren’t going to give up.” Merlin smiled faintly. “That was obvious. I could have removed any interest in myself and Serena from your mind, but that’s an intrusion I’d rather not have to make.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No. You see, we don’t toy with people, Kane. It’s against our laws. At the same time, we have no intention of going public just yet; it’s a human trait to always fear what you don’t understand, and that could cause us a great deal of unnecessary trouble … as it has in the past.”
“These are hardly the Dark Ages,” Kane scoffed. “We’re not afraid of things that go bump in the night.”
“Oh? Then why are you backed up against a shelf?”
Embarrassed, the reporter straightened his shoulders and stepped forward toward the desk—and Merlin. But his bravado didn’t hide his wariness when he said, “If you’re not threatening to do something to my mind, then what makes you think I’m not going to take this story public?”
“They wouldn’t believe you,” Serena murmured. “You’d sound like a raving lunatic. And in a contest of your word against Richard’s, he’d win hands down.”
Kane thought she was probably right. Keeping his gaze on the Master wizard, he said, “Maybe that’s true, but I wouldn’t be the first reporter to face disbelief—and if you yell long enough, people start to listen. And believe.”
Merlin looked at him steadily. “I want to make something very clear, Kane. I have the ability to make very sure you never say a word about this to anyone. I can place a spell on you that’s rather like a post-hypnotic suggestion, so that all you would have to do is simply decide to tell someone—and you’d lose it. You would instantly have no memory of this conversation or any interest in us whatsoever. In other words, you would lose, for all time, a part of your experience. A piece of your being.”
Kane found that unexpectedly sobering and not a little chilling. He swallowed hard. “And you don’t toy with us, huh?”
“I’m not toying with you, I’m merely telling you what I’m capable of.”
“Then we’re back to square one,” the reporter said. “If you have no intention of going public, why the hell did you tell me about this? To torture me?”
“No. To make a point, I suppose.”
“Which is?”
Merlin’s wide shoulders lifted and fell in a shrug, and he smiled. “That there are more things in heaven and earth than even a jaded investigative reporter could imagine. You had talent, Kane, and you let it trickle through your fingers; I think that was a shame. I think that, somewhere along the way—and please forgive the maudlin phrase—you gave up on life. It’s a waste, and I hate waste.”
Kane might have sneered at that, but he didn’t. He merely stared at Merlin, unmoved. “So you’re gonna save me, huh?”
“I’m not that presumptuous—or that philanthropic. No, your future is yours to shape. I just thought that it might make a difference to a man like you to find out that the world has quite a few mysteries left. I may not allow you to display mine, but I’m sure there are others you would find interesting. If you care to look for them, that is.”
Kane didn’t know what to make of Merlin, but he knew he had a lot of thinking to do. “Maybe I’ll do that,” he said, easing toward the door, inwardly furious that he was afraid to turn his back on the wizard. Wizard? God!
“I can be a very good friend to have,” Merlin offered, still smiling easily. “And a bad enemy?”
“Exactly.”
Kane found himself in the doorway of the study, and paused there. “So tell me, have you fixed it so I’ll lose a piece of my mind if I try to take this story public?”
“No,” Merlin replied. “Not yet anyway.”
“Don’t tell me you trust me?”
“Hardly. I’m just giving you a little rope, Kane. Use it to climb—or knot it into a noose. It’s up to you.” The reporter took a step back out into the foyer, but paused again, this time with a jerk, when Merlin spoke softly.
“By the way … the voice-activated tape recorder in your pocket? You’ll find the tape blank. Funny thing about wizards; we tend to adversely affect electrical and magnetic fields if we’re not careful. I’m afraid I wasn’t careful.”
Kane looked both furious and nervous, and this time he backed completely out of sight. A moment later, the front door opened and loudly closed.
Serena came out from behind her chair and went to Merlin. “For a nice guy, you can sound a little scary,” she told him solemnly.
He put his hands on her waist and drew her closer so that she was standing between his knees. “You don’t seem frightened,” he observed, smiling.
“No, but Kane was shaking in his shoes, at least for the moment.” She leaned even closer and linked her fingers together behind his neck. “Do you think he’ll keep quiet?”
“I think … life will probably be quite interesting for a while.”
Serena eyed him in amusement. “I think you’re looking forward to a
fight with Kane. Practically every word you uttered to him was like waving a red flag at a bull—and don’t tell me you didn’t know that.”
Merlin shrugged. “I imagine I can handle Kane no matter what he decides to do. And if we didn’t change our present after all, we’ll be gone and the Council can deal with him.”
Her smile faded a little. “I keep forgetting about that.”
He bent his head and kissed her, the light touch rapidly becoming more intense, and when Merlin finally drew back a little his black eyes were burning and heavy-lidded. Huskily, he said, “I want to find out if we were successful so we can go forward from here, Serena. Our future is together, remember that.”
She nodded. “Then I guess you should go and call your father.”
Merlin let her ease back away from him, but took his hands off her only reluctantly. He wondered if he would ever grow accustomed to the magic of touching her, and knew he wouldn’t; it was the only magic in his life that was utterly, wonderfully, beyond his control.
There were some things no man was meant to master.
“Not just yet,” he said. “I realized something just before Kane came into the room.”
“What?”
He went around the desk and pushed his chair back, looking down at the big book lying open on the blotter. “This. These, really—all the books, Serena. If we changed history, we should find evidence of it in the books.”
Serena leaned her hands on the front of the desk and followed his gaze. “Isn’t that one the book your father gave you? The one with the procedure to take my powers?”
“Yes.”
Uneasily, she said, “Then why is it still here? I mean, if he only gave it to you because of the procedure—?”
“There could have been another reason he gave it to me in this version of the present, Serena. There must have been.” He turned to a specific section of the book, scanning the text rapidly, then looked across the desk at her and smiled. “Things are looking up. The procedure isn’t here.”
“Maybe it just moved to a different part of the book,” she offered, still apprehensive.
“I don’t think so.” Merlin turned several pages quickly. “There was a brief section detailing what Tremayne—at least, I hope it was Tremayne—saw from his ship….”
Serena rested a hip on the desk and chewed on her bottom lip, trying not to worry. She was as patient as she could be, her gaze flicking from the open book to Merlin’s bent head, then finally said, “I’m going to go nuts if you don’t tell me—”
He looked at her, his expression grave. “There’s more here than there was before we went back in time. I’ll read it out loud.”
Serena braced herself.
“‘It happened not long after nightfall,’” he read quietly. “‘Because we had dropped our sails less than a day out for the crew to make minor repairs, Atlantia was still within sight, though barely. We heard the sound first, a rumble such as I have never known. Then the sky over Atlantia was rent by dazzling streams of energy, and the sound grew louder, more terrible. We stood on the deck as if frozen, unable to remove our horrified gazes from the awful sight of the very earth being wrenched apart. It did not take long. The mountains shuddered and heaved, some of them literally exploding, and the sea began to churn and boil. Then there was a last, dreadful convulsion, and the land where I had spent the past months sank without a trace into the sea.’”
Serena drew a deep, slow breath when Merlin paused. “So that didn’t change,” she murmured.
“No, but the report did. Before we went back to Atlantis, this report was very terse and not a little bitter. And this last part wasn’t here. Listen: ‘I am convinced that what happened here could have been avoided. The lesson to be learned is twofold. First, no being of power should be allowed to control his or her surroundings to the detriment of others, and should be restrained by reasonable laws from unbridled ambition. And, second, men and women of power must be encouraged to coexist peacefully, to understand rather than fear or mistrust one another, for neither of us can be whole without the other.’”
“That sounds … encouraging,” Serena offered.
“Definitely.” Merlin’s eyes were very bright. He looked through the other books on his desk and then handed her one. “Check this one, Serena—you should be able to read it. Before we left, there were a number of passages that might have dealt with when and how the law against female wizards was created, only they were illegible—deliberately so, I thought. But now there may be nothing they wanted to hide.”
She obediently bent over the book, reading more slowly than he would have done but with fair ease. She was aware that he opened another book, but didn’t look up until she had found something.
“There’s a passage here concerning male and female wizards,” she told him. “The gist of it is what we found out ourselves—that the powers of a male and female wizard can combine, making the pair stronger than either alone, but only when there is the kind of deep trust found between mates.”
“With that potential dangled enticingly out in front of them,” Merlin noted, “I doubt there was much talk of getting rid of the women.”
“Umm. Let me keep reading, there might be more.”
But it was Merlin who found something less than five minutes later. “Serena.”
She looked up. “You found something?”
He was smiling. “Yes. This volume contains a number of family trees. I thought you might like to know that Tremayne and Roxanne had six children—four girls and two boys.”
Serena felt herself grinning. “Really? They made it?”
“They made it. And they went on to live long and apparently happy lives.”
“And … Kerry?”
“She made it as well. There’s a note here that Tremayne and Roxanne also raised a foster daughter—who grew up to mate with a man of power.” He shook his head slightly. “Two women born in Atlantis, and both of them were able to rise above what they’d been taught, and what they had experienced themselves.”
Serena slowly closed the book she had been reading. “You know, I’m not quite so nervous now about that call to Chicago. Why don’t you go ahead and make it?”
Merlin came around the desk to her. He framed her face in both his hands, and gazed at her seriously. “No matter what happens,” he told her, “no matter what we find out, we’re going to be together, Serena. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He kissed her. “Thank you.”
She was surprised. “For what? For loving you?”
“For that. And for teaching me how to love.” He smiled at her, his wonderful black eyes liquid with tenderness. “Come on. Let’s go make that call.”
EPILOGUE
Chicago, 1993
The late fall day was chilly and blustery, providing a taste of the coming winter, but inside the large study, a blazing fire in the hearth warmed the room.
“We’re finally going to meet the Apprentice of Richard’s he’s talked so much about,” Eric Merlin said in a tone of satisfaction as he hung up the phone.
“It’s about time.”
“I know. Though I suppose it’s been for the best, her training taking place out in Seattle without interference or distractions. God knows it’s difficult enough for any wizard to learn the art, but it’s particularly difficult for someone like Serena.”
“Because she was born to powerless parents?”
He nodded. “We lose so many, you know, the ones who have no real understanding of what they are and what they’re capable of. It’s a genuine tragedy. The Council tries to find the ones with power before they’re lost to us, but it’s a big world. Thank God a few like Serena have the instincts to go out and find a Master to teach them before their powers are drained or corrupted by the distrust of powerless people or a simple lack of understanding. Richard believes she has the potential to be a seventh-degree Master.”
“Good. And … what else?”
He smile
d. “I’ve been told by others that she’s beautiful. And spirited. I’ll bet she’s made life very interesting for him. Richard didn’t say, but it was fairly obvious from his tone how he feels about her.”
“That’s even better. He needs a woman who’s strong enough to understand him.”
“Yes, I agree.”
“So they’re coming to Chicago?”
“Tonight, in fact, and they’ll stay for the weekend.” Then he frowned. “It’s odd….”
“What?”
“Well, when I reminded Richard that you always kept his room ready for whenever he wanted to visit, he seemed almost surprised to hear it. No, that word isn’t strong enough. He seemed … almost dazed.”
“He was probably pulling your leg, darling.”
“Catherine, I know my son.”
“Yes, but for all you know, Serena may have come into the room just then wearing nothing but a smile.”
He chuckled. “True. Anyway, he said to give you his love, and that he’d see us tonight.”
“Wonderful.” She smiled at him, then rose from her chair and came to the desk, a beautiful woman who was still slender and graceful and elegant, her face still un-lined and her hair still untouched by silver, though she had turned sixty on her last birthday. She bent to kiss him, but he pulled her down into his lap instead, a gleam in his black eyes.
“Eric …”
“Catherine?”
“I have to go and check with cook about dinner tonight, and then I have to make sure Richard’s room is ready for them—”
“All you have to do, sweetheart, is kiss your husband.”
“Yes, Your Honor.” And she did, delighted by the knowledge that it kept getting better even after forty years. A benefit of loving and being loved by a wizard, she supposed, threading her fingers through his silky black hair. One of the many benefits.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KAY HOOPER is the award-winning author of Blood Sins, Blood Dreams, Sleeping with Fear, Hunting Fear, Chill of Fear, Once a Thief, Always a Thief, the Evil trilogy, the Shadows trilogy, and other novels. She lives in North Carolina, where she is at work on her next book.