“Are you happy with that punishment?” President Kitchings asked.
Ariadne looked to her. “I know that it doesn’t seem like enough. I know how badly it hurts right now, but killing them for what they have done won’t bring Jasper back. It will only bring more death. They will no longer be supernatural. In time, their new level of humanity will bring its own justice.”
Starling nodded. There would be no more death.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The taxi was cold even though the thick Savannah heat blanketed the world. Goose bumps rose over her body as she pulled Jasper’s body tighter against her. The Libros collection stuck out of her purse and dug painfully into her side.
“Your friend is awfully quiet, ladies. He okay?” the taxi driver asked as he peered from Harper to Starling.
Jasper was perched in the back seat, his eyes closed, and his head resting on Starling’s shoulder like he was merely asleep.
“He’s fine,” Harper replied from the front. She looked pointedly at the jacket Starling had put over Jasper’s chest to hide the bullet wound. “Just drank too much.”
The city twisted by, a world filled with deep early morning shadows, the kind that only further reminded Starling of how close they all were to the other side.
She should have taken the bullet for Jasper. She never should have gone for the elevator. She could have saved him, maybe not from her love, but at least from the bullet.
“Miss, you have something in your hair, ma’am.” The cabby pointed to a spot near the front of his head. “Right there.”
“Thanks.” Reaching up, Starling pulled a black feather from her tresses. A slight sense of satisfaction whispered through her as she opened the car’s window and pitched the feather into the wind.
“Make sure to stay behind that car,” Starling said, motioning toward the black Escalade in front of them.
“You know where they are going, ma’am?”
“No idea.” Bethany, Ariadne, and Jamie had been silent about their plans, only reassuring her that with the books everything would be okay. She found it hard to believe.
They made their way under a canopy of trees and past a long row of historical homes before the Escalade came to a stop beside Forsyth Park.
Harper glanced back at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “It will all be okay.”
Her words sounded like the letter Epione had given Devon. “Absolutely.” She smiled as a light breeze weaved through the moss that hung from the oaks, making them appear to give a welcoming wave.
The driver stepped out of the car and opened Starling’s door. “Do you need help getting your friend somewhere? If you like, I could take him somewhere to let him sleep it off.”
“No. We need to take him to the fountain,” Harper said as she came around the car.
Ariadne, Bethany, and Jamie made their way out of the black Escalade and walked back to her taxi. “We’ll help her,” Ariadne said with a soft smile.
“Are you sure you ladies can handle him, ma’am?” he asked.
“One man? That’s nothing.” Harper laughed as she handed the man the money for their fare. “Please load all of the luggage into their car. We’ll be fine from here.”
“Got it, ma’am,” the driver said, turning from their small group of women.
Starling stepped out of the car.
“I got his arms. You got his legs?” Starling asked Ariadne as she slipped her hands under Jasper’s arms.
In her wildest nightmares, Starling never would have believed that she would someday ask the leader of the Sisterhood to help carry her dead lover.
Bethany and Jamie helped slide Jasper out of the car and, with each of them holding on, they carried him to the fountain and laid him on the ground.
“Why did we need to bring him here?” Starling wiped the sweat from her brow.
The fountain’s underwater lights were still on, giving off a haunting glow.
Jamie brushed her hands clean. “Savannah’s a special place, with special magic. Didn’t you feel it when you got here?”
Starling thought back to the moment she had stepped out of the airport, the feel of the moist swamp air and the winds that hinted of potential for change. She nodded.
“This place, this wonderful park has absorbed some of the happiness that goes on ’round here. All that good energy builds up, makin’ this the place you want to be when you want good things to come back to you.”
“What’s going to happen?” Starling pressed.
“Only your goddess can answer that,” Jamie said with a mischievous smile. “You must trust in her; she has shown me what is to come.”
“They be here … ” Bethany looked around like she could see things others could not.
“Who?” Starling asked.
I promised I would be waiting… Asclepius’s spectral voice filled her mind.
“She be comin’ soon,” Bethany whispered.
“Who?”
Asclepius’s ghostly figure stepped out from behind a large oak near the fountain. “My wife,” he said as he stroked his long beard..
“Who’s your wife?”
“Your goddess. My Epione. Have I never told you?” He smiled gently. “Did you get the books?”
“Yes, and I’m going to use them to stop you from ever bothering me again.” She reached down and drew the Black from her purse and laid it on the ground next to Jasper’s body.
“I think you will come to regret having said that. Do you know why Zeus sent me to the Underworld?”
Starling shook her head. “What does that have to do with you being here?”
“Zeus was angry when Artemis came to me and offered me gold to resurrect Hippolytus.” Asclepius glanced up at the sculpture of the woman at the top of the fountain.
“You bring the dead back to life? Can you bring Jasper back to life?” She had learned her lesson for hoping, but this time she couldn’t help herself. She had to hope for Jasper’s return. She needed him back.
“I could, but only when I was alive.”
Her heart sank at his rejection. “If you can’t help me bring Jasper back, why are you here?”
“I wish to help. You have great potential.”
The wind shifted directions and it blew a faint mist off the water, the moisture wetting her face, drawing her attention to the fountain. The white, iron woman at the top shifted. Her hand, holding the iron dress above her knee, loosened and the changing fabric dropped to her ankle. Her face transformed. The lines of the woman’s face softened and her lips turned up into an easy smile. “Starling, my dear, you must trust my husband. He only wishes to help. Just as I do.” Epione floated down, rod in hand, and stopped beside Starling on the sidewalk. “We will make everything right just as Ariadne has promised.”
Epione waved for the other women to step nearer. “Lay your hands on Jasper’s body. We need your power.” She gestured to Starling. “You need to put your hand over his heart.”
Starling put her hands on Jasper’s chest. “I can’t do this … I don’t have enough power.”
“You must trust in your gift, Starling. Your ability is strong. You just have to believe.” Asclepius flipped the book open and pointed down at the page. “Read the words.”
Starling turned to the page and ran her finger over the black-inked words. Even though she didn’t know their meaning, they looked beautiful in the way they scrolled across the page. Spiritus, convenientibus terra viventium. Restitue animam et corpus. Benedictus in sæcula. Gratia. Misericordia. Amor … .
“In order for it to work, you must believe. You must have full intention.” Asclepius kneeled beside her and placed his hands next to hers on Jasper’s chest. The woman all followed his lead until each were touching Jasper.
Could she do what the ghost wanted of her? Three months ago, sitting in her family’s apartment in Vegas, she would have never believed she had the power to control anything—not spirits, not spells, and barely even her own emotions. Yet, this mor
ning, with her fingers touching the still chest of the man she loved, she knew she had found power in her moments of weakness. She had overthrown her enemies, she had found justice when there seemed there would be none. She had changed.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her words. “Spiritus, convenientibus terra viventium. Restitue animam et corpus. Benedictus in sæcula. Gratia. Misericordia. Amor.”
Power ran through her hands and she repeated the words again. The power amplified, drawing from her heart and draining through her fingers. There was a collective gasp from the other women as they, too, must have felt the power flow.
Jasper inhaled deeply. A pink hue returned to his cheeks and his eyes fluttered open. “Starling?” he whispered. “Starling, are you okay?”
The others sat back, taking their hands from Jasper. Asclepius moved beside Epione and laid his wraithlike hand upon hers.
A tear of relief slipped down her cheek. “Jasper … You’re back. You’re … you’re alive,” she stammered. She lowered her forehead, touching it against his steadily warming cheek. “I love you.” She kissed his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Jasper reached up and wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I let this happen to you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I sacrificed myself to protect you. I kept you safe. I would give my life again.” He drew in a long breath, filling his lungs. “Though, next time, I’ll get in the damn elevator.”
“Next time, I’ll keep Jamie’s stone,” she said, looking toward the psychic.
Jamie nodded, smiling. “A new one is on the house.”
“As luck would have it,” Epione said, drawing Starling’s attention, “you’ll never have to worry about giving up your life again. Thanks to Starling, you have joined the ranks of the near immortal. Because she cast the spell, you will have her same weakness—if someone pulls your hair, you will die, but if you protect your weakness, you will be able to live forever … forever at Starling’s side.”
“But what about the curse of our kind?” Ariadne asked.
“This can’t happen again. Zeus can’t do this to another of our kind. He has to be stopped,” Starling said.
Epione gave them a knowing look. “That is a war we will need to fight. All of us. Together. First, we need to gain strength. We need to unify. Do you think you can do that, Ariadne?”
“Yes. I can’t think of many who would object to the fight.”
“In the meantime, Starling, I must ask a favor of you.”
“Anything for my goddess,” Starling said, her tears of relief and joy steadily slipping down her cheeks as she stared at Jasper’s full lips.
“Would you please help me?” Asclepius asked. “I wish to join my wife, and should you and your kind choose, your fight as well.”
Starling nodded. “Ladies, let’s hold hands. We need to repeat the spell for Asclepius. He wishes to no longer be merely a ghost.” She gave Jasper a soft kiss to the cheek and stood up. “Stand in the middle of the circle, Asclepius.”
The ghost drifted to the center of the women as they all joined hands.
“Spiritus convenientibus terra viventium. Restitue animam et corpus. Benedictus in sæcula. Gratia. Misericordia. Amor,” the women said in unison.
The wind around them sped up and twisted. In the center of the circle, Asclepius’s body started to form from his ghostly features. His gray-speckled beard filled out and his face took on the hue of sun-warmed honey. Gone was the mistiness of his wraith form.
Asclepius ran to Epione and took her in his arms. “My love,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers. He looked over to the women. “I knew you were the one, Starling.”
“The one?” Starling let go of Jamie’s hand and returned to Jasper’s side.
“Yes,” Asclepius replied, drawing Epione deeper into his arms. “You are the one who is going to save us all.”
She didn’t know if she believed him, but it didn’t matter. She had tapped into her powers. She had the man she loved—a man who was now nearly immortal.
“One more thing,” Epione said, stepping out of Asclepius’s arms with a quick kiss. “You have proven yourself a woman of great strength, courage, and character. As such, I’m honored to give you the gift of the mark.”
“The mark?” Jasper asked.
“Every nymph has a tattoo of their totem animal,” Starling explained. “For me, it’s the swan.”
“Are you ready?” Epione asked.
Starling lowered the edge of her dress, exposing the back of her neck. Epione touched the spot gently. There was a flash of warmth as the ink moved through her skin, forming her black swan.
“Be proud. You are Nymph. You are a demigod. You are my sister,” Epione said with a slight bow.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You deserve the world for returning my love to me.” Epione tipped her head in acknowledgment and returned to Asclepius.
Jasper wrapped his arms around Starling from behind and kissed the edges of her ears. “I don’t know that I’m the world, but I will give you everything I can.”
“I don’t want everything,” Starling said, turning around in his arms to face him. “I only want you, my shadow.”
About the Author
Danica Winters is a bestselling author of more than ten books. She has won multiple awards and is known for writing books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. Most recently, Danica was the winner of the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild’s Book of the Year Award and is currently a finalist in the Chanticleer Book Reviews Paranormal Awards of 2013 for her paranormal romantic suspense novel, Montana Mustangs.
When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana testing her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing). She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
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Asia Blue sat across from her date, Gavin Strong, watching his lips and trying to understand what he was saying. She slanted her head, centering her focus.
“How are your scallops? My steak is great. I didn’t know about this restaurant.” He twisted his head to take in the dining room. “The atmosphere is very artsy.” He flashed her a beautiful smile. The kind a male model would produce.
Struggling to make sense of the words in her brain, she smiled back. “The scallops are delicious.” Inside she frowned. The sentence she gave him sounded more like something a young teen would say. What she wanted to say was, “Did you know the owners are artists? Much of the décor is their artwork. They have a patent on the beer tower, which they constructed from recycled materials.”
But she couldn’t concentrate. So many other words and phrases and thoughts, ones that were not her own, were piling up in her mind, confusing her.
This steak is not done.
With all this traffic, I’m going to be late for the meeting.
The waiter is cute.
On top of the thoughts coming from the room and out on the street, every thought in Gavin’s brain was spilling out for her to pick up. As a were-lynx, Asia had heightened senses of smell, sight, and hearing. She was very strong and fast. She’d also been able to read animal minds since she turned eighteen, which was the age her were-lynx genes expressed. At first she’d noticed impressions popping into her mind from animals. She’d quickly learned to shut down the link and only got impressions when she’d opened to a connection and asked for it. While open, animals could receive emotions from her, too, she’d learned by observation. Their thoughts carried feelings and were given to her in images, not words. Telepathy came easy to her and she enjoyed having access to the minds of animals. But she’d never tried to make a connection with her fellow colony cats. She didn’t want them to feel invaded, so had promised years ag
o never to attempt to read their thoughts. Her skill had proved helpful a number of times and it made her feel good.
Up until two days ago. Then suddenly she could read human minds. And not with much elegance. Fortunately, the problem, her expanded telepathy, had only involved humans.
Look at those stellar boobs, Gavin thought. Too bad the neckline on her dress isn’t lower.
Asia shook her head to clear the competing thoughts and focused on shutting down the inflow of thoughts, just as she had been trying to do for two days. It wasn’t working. Human brains were so full of chatter, unlike animals, and so complex. It was challenging to listen to his verbal conversation about the weather and his day at work when she knew he was thinking that.
A chuckle escaped her lips, startling him into a big-eyed stare. She didn’t like the scrutiny, but at least his eyes were beautiful.
“Something funny?” he asked. “Do I have food in my teeth?”
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Gavin leaned back in his chair, relaxing, and wiped at the corners of his mouth with his white linen napkin. “Well that’s a relief.” He reached across the table and laid his hand on hers. “I’m having a really nice time, Asia.”
“I know. I mean, I am, too.” This wasn’t going very well. Men in general did not make her nervous. But with the recent changes in her telepathy skills, Asia hadn’t realized how out of control she would feel with Gavin. They’d been dating for a couple of weeks. She’d thought the worst situation to deal with would be their identities—his human and hers were-lynx.
Gavin wasn’t the first human she’d dated. Typically, though, the dating process hadn’t achieved what she’d hoped for: a normal life with a normal man. She’d never had normal, and it was something she really longed for.
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