Wicked Legends: A Dystopian Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Collection

by hamilton, rebecca

  Lucas knew it too. A grim smile of satisfaction crossed the man’s sweating, determined face. He unleashed a volley of blows, closing in for the kill. James retreated backwards and stumbled on an upended chair. Before he could get back on his feet, Lucas stomped a foot on his chest and pointed the tip of his broadsword against James’s neck.

  This is it.

  There were no second chances for him this time. Death had come at last. He swallowed hard, and the cold steel nicked his neck. James squeezed his eyes shut against the gloating Lucas. He wanted his last image to be of Callie.

  An agonized cry rent the air.

  James opened his eyes.

  Lucas clutched his side. Blood from his wound dripped onto James. He rolled to his side and sprang to his feet. What new hell was this?

  Carter stood behind Lucas, a sword raised high overhead, ready to deliver another blow. A death blow.

  “Stop! Don’t kill him.”

  Carter scowled. “Why? This man almost killed you.”

  “It’s Callie’s father. Offer him mercy.”

  “Hell, no. He dies.”

  James stepped between the two men. Lucas still clutched his side, but he was starting to recover from the injury.

  “Give us your broadsword and you may live,” James said, offering mercy.

  Lucas took a step back, hand holding the sword firmly by his side.

  “Do it,” James ground out harshly.

  Lucas retreated another step. Growing stronger. “Callie will never forgive you if you kill me.”

  Carter pushed past James. “I don’t care if she never forgives me.”

  Lucas’s wily gaze shifted between the two men. Abruptly, he ran for the door, still clutching his sword. James grabbed Carter’s arm to prevent him from giving chase.

  “Coward!” Carter screamed at the retreating figure. He turned back to James. “You know he’ll be back. You should have let me cut off his head.”

  Connors worked hard to keep a smirk off his face. The perfect opportunity had fallen in his lap with little effort on his part. He’d been doing his cover job as a college dean, which meant keeping watch on Callie’s activities, when Carter MacLauren had arrived at his office.

  “We understand each other then, Mr. MacLauren. This little personal transaction will benefit us both. With any luck, it will cause a sufficient wedge between James and Callie that ought to last at least until the end of summer. Young love is so fragile, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help the tiny bit of smugness in his voice.

  “I’m only doing this for James’s own good.”

  Connors could see him rationalizing. Ridiculous how some of these new immortals banded together in family units.

  “Of course you are,” he assured him. Connors studied the enlarged photo of Theodora Ansley. He had yet to meet a female immortal in person. But that was about to change, thanks to Carter MacLauren.

  “And you’re sure Ms. Ansley is willing to live in this hick town until the semester ends in two months?” He himself planned to never set foot in Alabama again after this business was done.

  “I’ve already spoken with her. She was thrilled at the chance.” Carter squirmed in his seat. “She’s been in love with James a long time. You’ve never seen two people so fit for each other; it’s almost as if—”

  “How lovely,” Connors interrupted, bored with the direction of the conversation. He tapped his finger on the photo. “I’ll have a position become immediately available in the library. Have her email me an appropriate resume. If she gets it to me today, I’ll do what I need on this end to have her start Monday morning.”

  Carter nodded. “That’s quick, but Theodora is nothing if not flexible when she wants something. I’ll offer to have her stay with us until she can find a place in town.”

  “Even better. The longer she lives in your house, the harder for James and Callie to stay together. The temptation will be too much for James. I mean, look at her.” He held up the photo of the exotic-looking young woman, bikini-clad on a beach. “How could anyone resist her? Why would they want to?”

  “I’m hoping James will see she’s a much more suitable choice. Callie Bradford could ruin him. One day he’ll thank me.” Carter ran a hand through his hair. “In exchange for this help, you and Lucas will leave us alone, right? I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure Callie’s the cause. Ever since she came, there’s been a growing tension among the immortals. You can do what you want with her, but leave James and me out of it.”

  “I can personally assure you we have no interest whatsoever in your son.” Connors rose from his desk and extended a business card to Carter. “My contact information. Have Ms. Ansley get in touch with me today with an education and work history. Good day.”

  Carter started to speak, changed his mind, and then headed for the exit. He paused at the doorway. “James is not to be hurt. If he is, I promise I’ll make you pay.”

  Idle chatter. The man had no idea who he was threatening. Well, in the end, all immortals would be under control of the new coven.

  Connors gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “Not to worry. Everything will work out in the end.” And, hopefully, that end would be at the summer solstice.

  Once certain that Carter was out of hearing range, Connors hit speed dial on his phone. “Hello, Lucas. Reporting in that I have a plan to take James out of the picture. That’ll make it easier to get to Callie when the time comes.” Connors filled him in quickly. “Using this other woman will be easier than trying to engage him in another death match, or poisoning his pets to try and scare him off your daughter. Safer for us, too. We don’t want to lose any more men or risk detection by outsiders.”

  “I’m not so sure another woman is a great tactic,” Lucas replied. “It could backfire. Make Callie more determined to keep her hooks in him. And how did this Carter person get involved in our plans?”

  A frown briefly crossed his face at Lucas’s lack of enthusiasm. “Carter MacLauren was visiting other immortal families around this area, inquiring after increased immortal attacks in our area. He let it slip to them that James’s new girlfriend was a witch. Naturally, word got back to one of our men.” Connors didn’t like having to explain his actions to anybody, even Lucas. He tapped his pencil on the desk with growing agitation. “In any event, I contacted him and suggested we meet to discuss working together for our mutual benefit. He took the bait, showed up immediately with no appointment.” Connors twitched when his pencil snapped in two, sending shards of yellow shavings in all directions. Stupid habit.

  Uncharacteristically, Lucas paused a few heartbeats. “How is my daughter doing?”

  Surprise flushed through Connors. “How is Callie? What do you mean? She’s attending classes regularly and has a small group of friends. There have been no more incidents of her snooping in my office—what’s that? Sir, how am I supposed to know how she’s feeling?”

  As if he cared. Was it possible Lucas was growing soft about this so-called daughter? His job was to inform Lucas on who Callie was close to and warn him at once if she disappeared unexpectedly from school.

  “Just curious,” Lucas said, clearing his throat.

  Connors frowned. “I didn’t know this job meant trying to assess the psychological state of an adolescent female.” He hoped Lucas didn’t want him to start doing something incredibly tedious like listening in on Callie’s conversations with the other air-headed students. He was destined for so much more than this type of work.

  “Very well. Sounds like you have matters in hand.”

  “Glad that’s all you need then, sir. I’ll keep you apprised of any changes.”

  He smoothed a hand over the calendar on his desk. A few more weeks of this assignment and he would never have to answer to anybody again.

  11

  New Girl

  “Have you seen her?” Tanner slammed his books down on the cafeteria table.

  “Seen who?” Skye broke the tab on her second Diet Coke of the day a
nd took a long swallow. “Ahh. . . the magical elixir.”

  Tanner ignored her and leaned toward Michael across the table. “Well?”

  “Yep. Hot City.”

  Skye and Callie watched them smile at each other like morons.

  “What gives?” Callie asked.

  “Seen who?” Skye asked, louder this time.

  Michael grinned. “The hot new librarian.”

  “Hot? Librarian?” Aiden Cargill stopped in his tracks, lunch tray in hand. “No such thing. You must be making fun of Mrs. Pepper.”

  “Mrs. Pepper is no more,” Tanner said. “Go check it out.”

  “Where’ve you been, Cargill?” another guy two tables down shouted.

  “Are y’all pulling my leg or what?” Aiden asked, setting his tray on the table next to them.

  “No, man,” another guy yelled across the room. “Just get to the library after lunch. You won’t be sorry.”

  Callie looked at Skye, and they shook their heads.

  “Idiots,” Skye proclaimed. She took another swig of Diet Coke.

  “I wouldn’t mind practicing a little tantric magic with her. And wait until you see her car!” Tanner waved his hands excitedly at Michael, as if Skye hadn’t spoken. “It’s a red Corvette.”

  “Damn.” Michael put down his sandwich. “Could one woman be any more perfect?”

  “Seriously, guys, get a grip.” Skye set the soda down with a loud clank.

  Callie winked at her. “They’re male. They can’t help it.” And what the heck was that tantric magic Tanner mentioned? She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of asking about it though.

  “We’ll see how funny it is when James comes in here all fired up about the sexy librarian with the hot car.” Skye looked around the cafeteria. “By the way, where is he?”

  “In the library, of course.” Tanner grinned at Callie. “Don’t worry. Half the male student population is in there now. Doubt he can see her through the crowd.”

  She returned Tanner’s smile and winked at Skye. “I’m not worried. I bet this librarian is laughing her ass off at these freshmen guys mooning over her.”

  “Right. If she’s gorgeous and rich, these boys are either boring or amusing her. What happened to Mrs. Pepper, for real?”

  “I heard her granddaughter in Florida had a baby and wants help for a few weeks,” Michael said. “What luck!” He and Tanner high-fived across the table.

  “I heard the new librarian is rich as hell and is filling in right now as a favor to the Dean,” Tanner added. “Connors is an old friend of the family.”

  Every instinct went on full alert. “Old friend of the family,” she murmured. “Interesting.”

  “You still got a thing against Connors?” Skye asked. “I would if he’d practically accused me of cheating.”

  “Connors is more than he seems.” She decided to let them in on the secret. “He knows my father.”

  Everyone stopped eating and gaped at her.

  “Are you sure? How did you find out?” Skye asked.

  Callie looked down at the mushy cafeteria food on her tray. “I broke in Connors’s office and rifled through his desk. He had my birthday listed on his calendar.” She pushed around a bit of limp cabbage. “I also found a pentagram and a black feather. He has to be connected with Lucas.”

  Michael whistled softly. “What’s he doing here? I don’t like this, Callie.”

  “Me neither.” She was comforted by the concern.

  “Then it’s possible this new librarian might be connected to your dad too?” asked Tanner.

  “It sounds far-fetched, but maybe. I wouldn’t trust her.” She stabbed some runny squash with a fork. No way could she eat this crap.

  “Should we break into her desk like you did Connors’s?” Skye asked. “I can’t believe you did that, Callie. Thought you were the goody-goody wonder witch.”

  Tanner cleared his throat. “It would be a great sacrifice, but if you want, I could volunteer to spend all my free time with this librarian. You know, help arrange books by the Dewey Decimal system, show her around Piedmont, and drive the Corvette running her errands.”

  “Can you be serious for once?” Skye scowled, biting down viciously on a cracker.

  “Thanks for offering to be Errand Boy, Tanner, but I don’t see how it would help. I’ll be glad when my initiation’s over and I can convince Lucas to stay out of my life.” She set her fork down on the plate of uneaten food.

  “It won’t be much longer,” said Michael. “Another two months.”

  “And we’ll be busy planning our move to the University of Alabama,” said Skye.

  “Seriously, Callie. You know we’ve got your back.” Tanner was uncharacteristically serious.

  “Thanks, y’all.” She pushed the plate away. “Lunch was absolutely disgusting today, worse than usual. I don’t get why a college cafeteria serves mushy geriatric food. The so-called chef must be used to cooking for nursing home patients with no teeth.”

  “James spoiled you taking you off-campus so much for lunch,” said Skye.

  “Guess so.” She scanned the lunchroom one last time. Still no James.

  “Looking for someone?” Tanner’s teasing smile had returned. “I told you he was in the library.”

  Skye crumpled up her paper lunch bag. “Let’s check out Miss Hottie Pants, Callie. She can’t be all that and a bag of chips.”

  Unbelievable. Theodora Ansley was absolutely, utterly enchanting. She was voluptuous and exotic looking with almond cat-eyes. The golden hue of her skin enhanced the citrine flecks in those hazel eyes.

  “I can’t believe it,” Skye said in a flat voice. “The guys didn’t even do her justice.”

  A crowd of male admirers circled Ms. Ansley, each jostling the other to get her attention. She smiled serenely at them and patted her long, black hair, as if she was the queen bee surrounded by worker drones. Her long legs were crossed under the desk where a pair of bejeweled shoes with six-inch heels dangled precariously off her toes.

  Callie sensed James in the room, and she scanned the flock of guys at the librarian’s desk. Not there. He was more mature than the other guys—but still.

  Ah, there he was. Standing against the periodical shelving, arms crossed. She started to walk forward and speak then stopped. His shimmering waves of annoyance wafted all the way across the room. From his profile, she noted the tense set of his jaw. His whole body was taut, like he had to force himself to stand still.

  And he was staring right at the lovely Miss T&A.

  Odd. What could he possibly have against her? Or maybe he was jealous of the attention she paid her admirers. Her stomach churned. Good thing she didn’t eat lunch.

  Skye pulled on her arm. “I’ve seen enough. Let’s go.”

  “You go ahead. I’m going to check something out while I’m here.”

  “Good luck with that. You’ll never get through that crowd by the desk in time to make it to the next class without being late.”

  “I’ll take my chances.” She waved bye to Skye, went to an empty computer desk, and logged in.

  Ridiculous, really. Like she was going to learn anything sitting here watching James watch the librarian. She pulled up a geology electronic database and pretended to be absorbed by rock formations and tectonic plate shifting.

  Every few moments, she glanced up. James still stood and stared at Theodora. She shifted her attention to the new librarian, trying not to be noticed. As if anyone would pay her any mind with Theodora in the room.

  No doubt about it. This goddess-like creature was flirting with James. She would laugh or smile at something said by one of the fawning guys then shift her eyes to James with a sly look of amusement. She tossed her shiny hair and occasionally ran a finger along the edge of her bottom lip. A particularly annoying and obvious come-on.

  James straightened with a sudden jerk and turned toward the door, walking in her direction. She dropped her eyes to the monitor and began typing gibberish.
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br />   “Callie?” He paused by her table.

  “What? Oh . . . hi. I didn’t know you were in here. I was looking up a few things before next class. What about you?”

  He shifted a load of books in his arms and briefly glanced away. When he looked at her again, his face was slightly flushed. Anger or guilt? Maybe both?

  “Same thing.”

  “Who’s the new librarian?” She kept her voice casual.

  “Is there a new one?” He shrugged. “I didn’t notice. See you in history class.” With that, he beat a hasty retreat.

  Something was definitely wrong. She swirled her head around to the library desk and caught the cold, speculative gleam in Theodora Ansley’s eyes piercing her. It felt like ice water thrown on her heart.

  A voice from behind made her jump. “Have you read that history article yet?”

  “Hey, Emily. No, I still need to pick up a copy. You weren’t in class yesterday. The teacher said the quality of it was too poor to scan so we’re supposed to pick up a Xerox copy at the library desk.”

  “May as well get one now, huh? Guess we’ll get an up-close look at the new librarian. Tanner keeps going on and on about her.” Emily sounded as gloomy as Skye.

  “So did Michael.” Callie sighed. “I saw James in here, and he claims he didn’t even notice there was a new librarian.”

  Emily burst out laughing. “Yeah, right. As if. That would be like Brad Pitt walking in here and us saying ‘Brad who?’ Not happening.”

  “I know.” Callie gathered up her papers, and they walked to the desk.

  “You don’t have to worry about James. It’s obvious he’s crazy about you.”

  “Really?” Callie smiled in pleasure.

  She knew it, but it was still nice to hear it confirmed from another person. Especially in light of the gorgeous woman in front of them. Now that she was closer, Callie sensed her aura of charm. Theodora oozed sexuality as effortlessly as breathing.

  “We need to pick up the article for American History 101,” Emily said, standing in front of Ms. Ansley’s desk.