Fire and Fantasy: A Limited Edition Collection of Urban and Epic Fantasy

by CK Dawn

  “Well, you’re getting the carpet all wet.”

  He scoffed. “I’m really worried about the carpet right now.”

  With a grin, James fanned his hands. Cole’s saturated wear snapped into crisp threads as the water evaporated and left him dry.

  Combing the strands with his fingers, he smoothed his hair. “Thanks.”

  “You’d better put off that drink. We have company.” James set his hands at his waist. “It seems Elaina’s sister is here for a visit.”

  “What?”

  “That’s right. I’ve already sent Elaina to talk with her in the parlor and Vincent is pacing the study. I was running you down to join us. You didn’t answer my call.”

  Cole glanced at his watch. Dry now, but surely soaked from the shower when James tried to contact him. First chance, the scrys would get a protective charm against moisture.

  James turned for the stairs. “And Cole, she might already know about our nature.”

  A glower tugged at Cole’s face.

  Upon entering the study, Cole silenced the room and quickly took his seat.

  Vincent paced to and from the window, jaw set and fists clinched, sparks crackling along his fingers. James drew his hand over the Utopian, and the image of Elaina and Linda appeared. Their attention turned to the hologram forms of the two sisters in conversation on the sofa.

  Elaina stroked her older sister’s hair and tilted her head in an empathetic gesture. “Linda, he can’t do that. Jarrett has never taken an interest in the girls. He won’t keep them from you.”

  “You don’t understand, Elaina.” Linda lifted from the hug and tears streamed her face.

  “I understand that any court will return them to their mother.”

  She shook her head, and sobs accentuated her words. “He’s been…cheating for years. All this time, Elaina, he’s had someone else! He broke the vow. Our marriage wasn’t even a marriage all this time. He said he was leaving to be with her. He took my girls!”

  Elaina flushed. “He can’t do that.”

  “He can! By law, he can.” Linda gasped and covered her mouth, crying into her sleeve-covered hands. “Any court will award children to a couple over a single parent. I’ve lost my girls.”

  Elaina threw her arms around her sister, and Linda held her tight.

  “All I wanted was to turn around and come back for the Shilo’s gathering.” Her deep sobs jarred her shoulders, and Elaina scrunched the back of the cardigan as she tightened her hold. “He just blew up. He didn’t want to come to the cookout to begin with, but I bugged him so much he gave in. And when I said I wanted to be with my family when you were welcomed into Vincent’s home…he stopped the car and told me about her. That he was the most important thing to her. Not her family. He threw me out. He threw me out, Elaina! On the side of the road!” She pulled back and looked into her little sister’s eyes. “He locked the doors and drove away.”

  Elaina shook her head and stood. Setting her hand at her forehead, she paced the room. “There has to be something we can do. Mandy and Mechenzie belong with you.”

  Linda wrapped her arms around herself and looked like a weathered puppy. Hiccups punch at her breaths, and her shoulders curled forward.

  Silence hung in the room, and the holograms looked like still life as Elaina stopped at the bar.

  Dropping her gaze to her limp fingers, Linda spoke just above a whisper. “Is it true?”

  Elaina turned to her. “Huh?”

  “Is it really true?” She motioned with her hand. “You know. About the magic in this family?”

  Cole threw his head to the side, and Vincent’s stony countenance flared red.

  “Linda,” Elaina rushed to her sister and sat at her side. “I never said this family had magic.”

  “You said Vincent held the magic to your life.”

  “Well, sure. Love does that.”

  A little smile crept onto Linda’s full lips, and she cocked her head. “Let me see. How did you say that? A magic man has cast a spell on me, and I’ll be that wizard’s wife, whatever it takes.”

  Elaina shook her head so fast her waves bounced around her head. “No, you understood me wrong!”

  Blue neon arched before Cole’s eyes and flew overhead as Vincent drew his hands to his sides.

  Cole jumped to his feet as James lunged for the youngest, but the ribbon of power punched from his fists. Fire flared as the force struck the tapestries like explosives, and shot through the east wall. Shattered lumber flew in the wake as it charged deep into the woodland. Trees plowed to the ground, birds took to flight in flocks, and with the silence enchantment broken on the study, falling planks drummed through the air alongside the rumble of the Shilo Manor foundation.

  James whipped his hand skyward, and roots rose from the terra to support the failing structure. Vines and limbs snaked across the ceiling and walls, creating a web to hold the framework firm. He threw his thick arms around his enraged brother, pinning his motion.

  Vincent’s onyx eyes flashed. Power pulsed along his knuckles as he struggled against James’ strong hold.

  Cole scrambled around the desk, summoning chairs, tables, and cabinets to block the entrance should he attempt to face the women in his state. “James, do something!”

  With a swoop of his hand, James dispersed into the Smoke of Night, forcing Vincent in his grasp to relinquish form. The dark mass surged like a torrential storm, jets of blue lightning shooting in a madcap frenzy around the room.

  Books flew, ancient urns shattered, and with devastating impact, the shelves over the hearth failed. Crystal containers crashed to the floor, releasing contained magic of the centuries. Hues of purple and gold shrouded the mantle. Sparks spangled along the wispy crests as they converged.

  Before a disaster could arise, Cole threw his fist toward the mass and flicked his fingers into a tight claw. An urgent command punched from his lungs. “Nuerta!”

  A pale cloud burst from his palm and overtook the ancient ingredients, nullifying the spells. As the hues dispersed, he gazed back at his brothers’ battling essences. Anger and determination emitted from both souls.

  In a rush, a cyclonic barrier surrounded an inner core. The rampant center flared to blinding strobes. As Cole lifted his hand to shield his eyes, the dark mass bolted out the gaping wreckage into the forest.

  Dust and debris fluttered as quiet filled the room. The sudden change rang in Cole’s ears, and he barely heard the shrill voice. A bolt pierced his heart.

  Anna!

  Darting for the door, he flung his hand through the air. Blockage tumbled across the floor and out of his way. Ignoring Elaina and Linda’s exclamations of an earthquake, he rushed through the foyer and bounded up the steps. Anna sat curled in the corner at the end of the hall, hands over her head.

  “Anna! You’re safe. I’m here.”

  Anna’s gaze snapped to him, and as he ran for her, she scrambled to her feet. He scooped her into his arms, and she melted against him, grasping the back of his shirt.

  Instant contentment flowed from her emotions, and he heaved a breath to settle his nerves. The scent of roses filled him as he inhaled.

  The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he exhaled. She’d spent time savoring the blooms he’d brought her. The fact set sweetly on his soul. He brushed his lips across her cheek, following the aroma. Oh, that it had been because they were from him and not simply that they were flowers.

  An arm flew around his shoulder, and he peeked over Anna’s head to find Elaina embracing them both. Love echoed from her senses as she breathed, “Oh, you guys are okay. Vince and James?”

  Cole straightened and cleared his throat to allow time to gather his thoughts. “They’re busy taking care of a... mess.”

  From his periphery, he caught Linda slowly step toward them, and he shifted his gaze to watch as she neared. Her tear-streaked face looked doughy, then her jaw dropped open and her blue gaze focused on the woman in his arms. Amidst the emotional trauma a
nd alarming events, one word passed her lips.

  “Anna?”

  Twenty

  Linda watched every move Cole made as he led Anna back to her room. He sensed Linda’s shock at the unrecognized friendship and picked up on feelings of confusion and accusation as she glared at him.

  Elaina buzzed around them, pulling back the blankets and straightening Anna’s skewed gown. She smiled at the angelic face, helped her lie down, and then tucked the downy comforter around her.

  Cole simply stood, holding a calm presence to reassure his love that all was well. He kept his gaze on hers as it flitted back to him each time Elaina passed between them.

  She sat at Anna’s side. “Anna, honey, everything is fine. Vincent and James are taking care of things. Is there anything you need?” Elaina’s soft voice seemed to be ignored as Anna’s attention stayed riveted on Cole. With no answer to her question, she looked up at him.

  “Why don’t you and Linda wait in the parlor?” Cole stepped to the bedside. “I’ll have a talk with her.”

  Elaina nodded and motioned to her sister as she headed to the hall. Linda sent another accusing glare his way and then followed.

  Cole sat beside Anna and brushed his fingers along her hair. “There was a lot of noise. Upsetting things. But don’t worry. It’s under control.”

  She watched him as if to memorize every expression he made. He knew he had to look careworn. But the way she looked at him, anyone would think he was the most beautiful thing she’d seen.

  He smiled. “You liked the roses.”

  She smiled back and looked at the brilliant buds on the table. “They’re beautiful. And soft.”

  Nodding, he leaned close. “I can smell them on your face. You’ve been enjoying them.”

  Turning, she touched her lips to his. “Yes,” she whispered.

  He gently kissed her, allowing the tender moment to flow through his senses.

  She placed her hand to his face and held him there. Her sweet tongue lighted across his lips like a feather, and he answered her call, parting them to afford deeper affection. He swept his fingers over her damp hair, pulling her closer.

  Her kiss was a lullaby to his soul. Longing overtook him, and desire returned. Centuries of loneliness melted away as he again became lost in her attention. Every caress led him home, back to his place beside her heart. The warm breeze of Zephyrus connected the severed link, and Cole basked in the Arylinite nurturing that filled him.

  “I love you, Anna.” The words passed his lips without censorship, and when he heard them, he looked at her, unsure of the reaction he’d receive.

  Purity of an angel stared back at his wondering gaze. With adoration spilling from her emotions, she pulled him closer and kissed him. Deeply. Lovingly. And he could have sworn he had her whole heart.

  He breathed her in, willing it to be so. “Tell me you love me, too, Anna. Tell me I have your heart.”

  “I love you, too. You have my heart.”

  The words adorned her whisper, falling onto his lips. Too perfectly recited. Too perfectly an answer to his bid.

  He slowly pulled away and took her hands in his. To expect anything else had been foolish. He hoped his disappointment didn’t show. Brushing his fingertips across her cheek, he smiled.

  Hushed voices drifted from the hall, and Cole looked to the half-closed door. He widened his perception to pick up as much of the conversation that he could. Linda’s voice hissed with low tones.

  “What is Anna doing here? She was all over the Morning Post clinging to Lord Dressen’s arm like they were the couple of the year. He was even on the news bragging about the elaborate stained-glass privacy screens she presented to him at his birthday celebration.”

  Elaina’s response topped a whisper, but Cole deciphered her soprano utterance easily. “Stained-glass? Wait, isn’t that what Dad had to finish up when—oh, this is that Anna? The one we thought disappeared?”

  “Evidently she disappeared right into His Lordship’s arms. I knew all those rumors about the curfew were rubbish.”

  “Linda, the guys found her last night. She’d been hurt badly. Her dress was torn and bloody and she was really out of it. Cole saved her. He’s helping her cope. If it wasn’t for him, she’d be dead.”

  “If she was on her death bed, how is she able to run through the house today? She looks pretty healthy to me.”

  “I saw her Linda. I helped tend to her... Why would Lord Dressen do that?”

  “He wouldn’t. He’s been after her for years.” She huffed, but sadness flowed. “I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. We’ve been best friends for so long.”

  “Aw, Linda, I’m sorry. She’s just really confused right now.”

  Linda’s voice softened. “Well, it looks like he finally got to her.”

  Cole looked at his love. Serenity poured from her as she sat with her hands in her lap and quietly watched him. The corners of her cute lips slowly curved up at his attention, and he couldn’t help but return the action. He added a little wink, and a full smile blossomed for him. A chuckle puffed from his nostrils.

  “Something had to have happened after the party,” said Linda. “And you didn’t answer my question. How did she get well so fast?”

  Elaina didn’t answer, and Cole imagined a lowered gaze as the young lady tried to think of what to say.

  Linda’s voice picked up volume as she pressed the subject. “It is true. They are magical. As stupid as it sounds, wizards actually exist. Just like you said, a wizard’s wife. That’s the only explanation if what you’re telling me is true... So, is it true? Are they wizards?”

  “I’m not saying that.”

  “You don’t have to. Your face says it all. They could help me get Mandy and Mechenzie back.”

  Cole sensed panic as Elaina shot her response. “My face isn’t saying anything. Just leave it alone. I was just running my mouth about how I felt about Vince. Nothing more.”

  “Elaina, talk to them. They know you. Tell them to help me.”

  “No!” She gasped. “I mean they can’t break the law, can they? Others would know.”

  Okay, this has gone far enough. Cole leaned to Anna and spoke softly. “I need to go take care of some things. Get some rest, and I’ll be back later.”

  Her eyes widened, and she sat up straight. “You’ll be back later? After I get some rest?”

  “How could I stay away?” Stroking her dark brown hair, he tore himself from the pull of her spirit and stepped into the hall.

  The sisters stood at the top of the stairs, Elaina against the banister, gripping it with her fists.

  Linda narrowed her eyes. “What are you afraid of?” She slowly nodded. “It’s a secret, isn’t it? That they’re wizards. That’s why you’re here. They made you come stay until the wedding.”

  “It’s customary to stay with the Nobles before the Chalice ceremony.”

  “Well, someone has to tell Lord Dressen Anna’s okay. He must be worried sick.”

  Creases etched across Elaina’s brow. “I don’t know, Linda. I think we should leave it to the guys.”

  “Why? So they can get the favor? If I bring him the news, he might help me get my girls back. Forget the guys if they won’t help family. I’ll go right to a lawmaker.”

  A block formed in Cole’s chest, and he lifted his chin, ready to do what it took to ensure silence on the matter.

  Elaina scampered down the stairs as she spoke. “They don’t need his favors! I just think they should handle this.”

  Linda hurried after her. “And I need to handle getting my babies back. I won’t let Jarrett take them from me. Can’t you understand that? I won’t! I’ll do anything to get them back. Anything!”

  Cole marched to the landing and his voice boomed through the foyer. “Nobody’s telling Dressen.”

  The two spun to meet his stern gaze. He clenched his jaw and bore his ebony glare on them.

  Elaina’s shoulders scrunched, and tears sheened her eyes. “No, Col
e. Of course, we wouldn’t say anything.” She sent her gaze to her sister’s glower. “Linda just doesn’t understand.”

  “I understand I have more to gain here than anyone by bringing him the news.” She looked at Cole, her brows pressed together. “You’ve nursed her, now let her go home. I know he must be looking for her.”

  “We’re taking care of the situation. And we’ll handle it as we see fit.”

  Linda shook her head, disbelief crossing her determined features.

  Lifting his hand, he pointed the way to accentuate his demand. “You’ll both go to the parlor and wait for Vincent to come get you.”

  Elaina grabbed Linda’s hand and trotted down the marbled-capped stairs. Linda tripped after her as she was tugged. Quick taps sounded through the receiving hall as they bustled across the floor. The door slammed behind them.

  A growl rumbled in Cole’s throat. He needed Vincent to handle his future sister-in-law. Glancing down the hall toward the study, his scowl deepened. And he needed James to fix the runt’s mess… Again.

  Cole exited the study and inspected a few branches from the twin laurel trees that stood on each side of the door. Following the limbs that created an arch over the entrance, he nodded. The intertwined crowns hadn’t been compromised beyond repair during the ordeal. His mother would have been pleased with James’ restoration.

  The quiet foyer amplified his slow stride as it clunked against the hardwood floor and then shuffled to a stop beside his James.

  He looked hard at his brother, leaned against the banister beside the staircase sentinel. Sharp lines replaced the usual soft angles on his face. It took considerable doing to ruffle this brother into disgruntlement.

  Cole glanced around the room to find words of comfort. “You did a fine job restoring the damage. The chandelier doesn’t even look tarnished.”

  This didn’t seem to ease the tension flowing from him.

  James looked at Cole from the corners of his eyes. “That mantle held irreplaceable items. Most came from Meridian.”