Charlotte’s cheeks flushed as she breezed past her and shut the door.
“You know, because we don’t have the same parts or anything!” Sarah called after her.
Within a few moments, Charlotte reappeared wearing a clean, pink dress that fell just above her knee, with lacey details around the empire waist and hem. She looked down at it, fiddling with corners of the fabric that hung a little too far away from her waist.
“Well?” Sarah lifted an expectant eyebrow.
“I love it.” Charlotte smiled. “But it’s a little big around this part.” She stretched out the openings under her arms.
Sarah went back over to the wardrobe and yanked open one of the bottom drawers. She pulled out a tiny, silvery needle and turned back.
“Thread?” Charlotte asked, still with the sides of the dress stretched out. “For what?”
Sarah held out the needle, tip pointed at the dress and chanted, “Smael.” Fibers of the dress immediately pulled in tighter to fit more correctly around Charlotte's bust and middle. Looking behind hers, she marveled at how well it fit now.
“Thank you.”
“No problem at all, my dear.” And in a Fairy Godmother sort of fashion, she waved the needle through the air toward the other dresses still left on the bed. Sounds of fabric pulling reacted from the second incantation. Sarah turned and placed the little bodkin back in its place, continuing her conversation. “I should leave now. You have a visitor.” The Witch cheerfully skipped out of the room with a swift wink at the tall shadow that loomed in the corner.
Charlotte turned to see him, and blushing, she greeted him with a faint smile. “Hi.”
He looked down at her, eyes bright from the silvery-blue moonlight streaking in through the frosty window. He slowly slinked past where she stood and opened the window, sending the cool harvest air through her curls.
She walked over and sat on the cushioned window seat beside him and, wrapping his arms around her middle, he breathed in the clean smell from her hair.
Charlotte thought back to her conversation with Sarah then, and taking his palm fast in her hand, turned it over. Just as Sarah had said earlier, there were no lines in his hand. Not even one that marked when he would find his soul mate. Disappointed, she released it.
“What are you looking for?” he asked, examining his palm himself.
“Nothing.” She pouted and crossed her arms.
“What? My mating line?” He chuckled. “I write with my left hand. That’s the one you have to look at.” He held up his other palm to show her the small, indented crease that ran through the left corner.
“Oh.” Charlotte traced it. “So, what does this mean?”
“I don’t know. Ask your new enchantress friend.” He got up from the window seat.
“Where are you going?” she whispered, shifting to sit on her knees. “You just got here.”
He glanced toward the window. “I should leave.” He sighed. “I just wanted to stop in and wish you a good morning. And anyway, we were just in the middle of forming some kind of plan when I snuck off. They’ll wonder where I’ve gone.”
“They are going to know as soon as you go back downstairs.” She smiled, tapping her forehead with her index finger.
“I know. But you really need to try and go to sleep now. You’ve had a very long night. So have I.”
“Stay.” A fusion of sadness and panic swirled inside her. She never wanted him to leave her side again after all she had been through that evening. She bit her lower lip and blinked up at him with the most doleful gaze she could conjure. “Stay with me.”
He chuckled. “Enough, Lottie. Maybe tomorrow evening. Go to sleep now.”
She pouted, but he was already on his way out. He opened the door, and before leaving, turned back to look at her. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she said quietly back. He smiled, closing the door behind him.
She padded back over to the bed, her head hitting the pillow, the joy crawling up through her skin and seeming to explode out of the tips of her fingers and the top of her head. If she had to suffer so much, at least she owned this—his love. Once and for all it was hers. She pulled the covers around her, continuing to beam as she thought about him. She might have chosen to think about all the awful scary things she had been through that night, but why should she, when she had finally gotten what she wanted for so long.
Eternity with him would never be enough.
Chapter Seventeen
Children of the Revolution
The atmosphere in the basement was hot and thick. The group yelled over each other, each brain seeming to work individually now. Valek tried to listen in on each point, but decided it was impossible. It was like watching some complicated twelve-person tennis match.
“We’ve got to strike now!” Lusian roared.
“We have to bust down those walls!” Sasha yelled from the back of the group. Valek heard some of them agreeing with him, raising fists high.
None of them were silent, except for him. He sat very still in a chair, watching the fire dance. His eyes were distant as the flames melted their normal icy color. His mind swam with the various conflicts circulating through the room but every so often, the noise fused into the background and thoughts of Charlotte would spring up in his mind. Her glassy eyes, her lips, her cheeks. She was sleeping. He blinked away from Charlotte’s mind and tried to listen to the room again. To focus.
“Quiet!” Francis’ voice shattered the yelling as everyone turned to face him. He stepped away from the corner and pushed through the clump of rogues toward where Valek sat.
They all looked to Valek now. Francis bent until he was eye to eye with the other Vampire and stayed that way for a few seconds, listening.
“Well?” Lusian folded his arms expectantly at Francis.
“Hold on. Hold on.” The flamboyant Vampire batted a claw at Lusian and continued to gaze at Valek. “Valek,” he spoke softly.
Valek glowered at him.
“If the girl is going to be a distraction, she needs to go. I too know what it’s like to lust for someone you should be a father figure to.” Francis placed a solemn hand on Valek’s shoulder. “I understand how confusing it is, but even when you and I had our little situation, I was at least able to focus on other aspects of my life.” He backed away and straightened.
“I’m not getting rid of her.”
“Well, of course you aren’t. We need her here as much as you do, but I’m asking you to please concentrate right now.”
With his elbows on his knees, Valek rubbed his face into his hands. Something awful flashed in his mind.
“No. You cannot change her. We are keeping our promise. We are not harming her.” Francis spoke quickly. “Aside from that, do you know how stupid it would be to have a newly created Vampire with us now? I need your leadership, my friend. It’s time to start thinking clearly.”
Valek grimaced and looked away, trying his hardest to guard where his mind was and to focus on the task at hand. The war. What if Sarah could put some sort of enchantment on the house? Something that would attract rogue occult creatures of the dark while they moved away from Prague and up into the mountains? They could increase their numbers by the hundreds. They could build an army and begin the uprising. A secret society.
Abruptly, Valek slammed his eyes shut when he heard the sound of Charlotte screaming from upstairs. He quickly got to his feet and spun to face the tunnel.
Francis sighed and rolled his eyes. “This is exactly what I mean! When I need you here most, you are always running to her!”
“She is in pain.” His eyes scorched, blinking violently for the sound to fade in his mind.
“She’s not. She is simply having a nightmare,” Francis explained. He grabbed Valek by the shoulders and steadied him back down into his seat. “The sun is coming up. You don’t have time right now to go to her, anyway. We need to establish a solid plan before the day comes again. I never thought I would be saying thi
s, but we are running out of time to live.”
Valek looked up into Francis’ face and quickly began to mentally unfold all of his war strategies. He mapped out each step one by one as Francis and the rest of them listened.
A new, ghastly shriek suddenly permeated the clan’s sensitive ears. Immediately, they all looked to the upper levels of the house. Valek was the first one who took off toward the gaping hole in the ceiling. Francis frowned but gestured for the rest to follow.
They ascended one by one, each landing stealthily and silently on the upper floor. Valek stood frozen, listening for another sign. When he sensed nothing, he bolted in the direction of the closest body warmth he could feel and found Sarah in her den, sitting in front of a crackling fireplace, her tiny white hand clasped firmly over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and shiny, fixated on the dying flames.
Francis pushed past Valek and ran over to the Witch, getting down on one knee beside her. “Sarah.” He shook her. “Sarah, darling. What did you see?”
Sarah’s face stayed frozen. Her eyes didn’t even shift. Francis looked up at Valek and the rest of the coven, now crowding behind him.
“This only occurs when she has a pretty serious vision. I have never seen her out this long.” His gaze moved again to Sarah, and he stroked her hair.
“Vision?” Valek questioned.
“Sarah only gets them once in a while. A perception of the things to definitely come. An intervention of fate.” He looked worriedly back at Valek. “These visions normally are not something positive. If I were you, I’d go check on your precious girl,” Francis said darkly.
Valek squinted at him before turning and pushing past the rest, flying as quickly as he could up the stairs. He got to Charlotte’s door and threw it open. “Lottie!”
Charlotte was writhing in the center of the mattress, clawing violently at the bed sheets. She screamed his name, and then something completely unintelligible.
He ran over to her and shook her. “Charlotte!”
Her eyelids shot open and she froze, looking at him, her breathing staggered.
“Charlotte, are you okay?”
Her mouth opened in a silent yelp, and she shook her head back and forth, tears streaming down her face.
He sat on the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms. He stroked her face. “It was just a dream, Lottie. That’s all.” He rocked her back and forth and saw what she saw. “Just a dream.” A horrible dream about a thousand mouths clinging to every part of her body. Draining her. Killing her. Valek closed his eyes, the guilt drowning him.
Charlotte moved her head to rest just at the base of his throat. “I don’t want you to feel badly,” she said quietly, fiddling with his tousled hair.
He lay next to her. “Lottie, I need to you to know, no matter what happens, you and I will never be separated. Do you understand? We will be safe together again, like we used to be. I’m never going to break that promise.”
She wiggled higher on the bed to kiss him lightly.
They were interrupted when Francis cleared his throat in the bedroom doorway. They both peered curiously at him.
“Sorry.” He looked at the floor. “I think you both should come downstairs.”
In Sarah’s den, Valek found Sarah had finally come to, being comforted by Andela and Lusian. She continued to stare into the empty fireplace as Lusian held her.
“Is she okay?” Valek asked, stepping in front of Charlotte.
Sarah slowly looked toward them. She got to her feet and stumbled over to him, grasping at his shoulders with all her force. She choked out her words. “You have got to get her out of Prague!”
“What did you see?” Valek asked.
Sarah blinked back tears and turned to a horrified Charlotte. “I know what your lines mean, Charlotte! In your hands. I know everything.” The way she spoke was split between pleading and warning. She had this horrible, crazy look in her eyes as she grabbed her hand. She held the palm up to the coven of Vampires. “You see? Do you see it?”
“Sarah, explain to me what you’re talking about,” Francis demanded.
“She does not have the fates of a normal human being in her hand. There are two lines that deliberately cross each other.” Sarah brought Charlotte’s palm close to her face, tracing one faint line with her fingernail. “Valek.” And then the other. “Aiden.”
Charlotte squinted at her palm. “I don’t understand.”
Sarah flexed her sharp index finger at the fireplace. “I saw you…I saw….” The Witch stopped suddenly. Her face went blank again in front of Charlotte’s glassy eyes. “I saw you in a wedding gown. That is what I saw.”
Everyone grew eerily quiet. Valek watched as Charlotte looked around nervously, her heart spinning faster than her thoughts. “No. There has to be some mistake. Who would I be getting married to?” She glanced nervously up at Valek, their eyes locking.
“Sarah never makes mistakes with visions like those,” Francis interjected. “Visions like these are sent to her by some sort of divine force we believe—things we are meant to see.”
Charlotte clasped her palm with her other hand in an effort to shamefully hide the lines from everyone. Valek remained silent.
“Who else was in the vision?” Charlotte asked, more to Valek than anyone else. He couldn’t say anything; an immense lump in his throat silenced him. But Charlotte knew, as his sorrowful expression must have told the story better than any of his words possibly could have.
“Charlotte, I’m not saying you would marry him out of free will….” Sarah began more comfortingly than before. She was to returning to her normal mental state.
“You guys have to believe me. I’m in love with Valek,” Charlotte pleaded with Sarah, somehow causing the lump in Valek’s throat to swell larger. “You know that.”
Sarah put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “We do.”
“But what about the line that belongs to Valek?” Charlotte asked, hope coloring her voice. “That must count for something. Valek can prevent this from happening, can’t he?”
“It matches the line he has in his palm. That is true,” Sarah whispered. “You are linked to each other, but I’m not sure what it will all mean when faced with a situation like this.”
To Valek’s surprise, Andela, the tall blonde Vampire who had given Charlotte such a wicked look earlier that evening, walked over to her, surrounding Charlotte in her wiry arms.
“This is all going to get better, Charlotte.” The deep, jagged edges of Andela’s face were painted with eerie shadows by the firelight. It made her look like an angel of death, cradling his Lottie in her arms. “I think I speak for the whole group when I say we consider you a part of our clan.”
Charlotte looked around the room at the others who regarded her a lot more softly than they had at first. Jorge was nodding in agreement. The baleful Sasha was even smiling.
“For you to be as brave as you were today, that says a lot.” Dusana spoke this time. “None of the human beings I ever knew were as brave as you are.”
This was enough to cause Valek to crack at least a faint smile. All they said were true. He glanced at Francis. His was the only face that wasn’t kind. It had taken on a sickly, green shade, and Valek knew exactly why.
“The sun is a half an hour away.” Andela turned back to the others before smiling at Charlotte one last time. “We will figure this out.” She bent to kiss Charlotte on the forehead and with a smile toward Valek, she walked out.
“Dobry den, Charlotte,” Dusana repeated as well.
“Dobry den,” Lusian chimed in. So did a few others on their way out. Francis only nodded politely at the two of them before he disappeared around the corner as well.
“Sweet dreams,” Charlotte said quietly to the floor.
Sarah gave her a tight hug around the middle. “I never saw you coming, Charlotte. But I am so glad you did. Which is why I told Valek we need to get you out of here as soon as possible. You’re not safe in this city. He will be looking fo
r you.”
“What is the point? What you see is in stone, is it not?” Valek said grimly, and walked out of the room.
The hallways were a blur of dark indigoes and lavenders as he sped past and up the staircase to Charlotte’s bedroom, knowing she wouldn’t be too long after. A sick feeling wound his gut around what felt like steel rods. The possibilities of keeping her safe seemed to grow slimmer and slimmer with each passing night. Valek collapsed onto the bed and started massaging the bridge of his nose. Where could they leave to now? He could skip countries. Go into Germany. They could run all the way to Spain and hop the next boat to America. Yes, it would have to be a boat, he thought. People on a plane might stare horrifyingly at the man smoldering in his seat when the sun came up. Or, he could wait for Aiden to find them. The vision of his teeth tearing out the Elf’s jugular caused him to smirk a bit.
Charlotte sheepishly cracked open the bedroom door then. Valek held his outstretched arm to her as she padded to the bed and slid in next to him. He turned on his side so he could encase her more completely. “I just want to hide you from the whole world. Just hide you somewhere where no one would ever think to look. And then I want to disappear, too, so no one could ever find me and ask me where you’ve gone,” he whispered, his lips pressed to her forehead.
“You’ve got half an hour.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I don’t think I could find a good enough hiding place that quickly.”
“Valek.” She took his left hand. “The other line in my hand matches yours, Sarah said.”
He smiled, though the feeling came bitter with a slight jabbing in his chest. “So what does this mean? I have to share you with that lunatic?”
“No. I think it means, no matter what happens, you and I will always be connected. That’s good news, right?” Charlotte lay straight on her back and studied her hand over her face.
“What is the bad news then? Good news always comes with bad news.” Valek shut his eyes tight.
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