by Marie Harte
Unable to stop herself, she peered over the dash and saw four wraiths flying at them, white eyes glowing in the darkness with a preternatural sheen of hatred. Something large rammed the passenger window and she screamed, surprised by the blow that should have come from the front.
“I said get down,” Darius snarled before throwing a ball of fire through her window into the threat, blasting the wraith that had hit her door into oblivion. Amazingly, the fireball had not damaged the passenger window at all. She watched in shock as, after destroying the wraith, the magical fire cleansed the wraith’s remains from the truck’s outer door and window. Staring, she watched the fireball in morbid fascination before Darius shoved her head down again.
“Darius, get off of me,” she said in a muffled shout. Fear at this dangerous situation gave her the strength to argue with her protector, for which she was undeniably grateful. Otherwise she’d be a quivering puddle of nerves on the floor. Struggling to see, she peered out the front windshield that suddenly cracked under a ball of ice. As if the floodgates had opened, hail the size of her fist began raining down, denting his truck in so many places they’d be lucky not to resemble Swiss cheese by the time the hail ended.
“Shit.” Clenching his teeth, he wrenched the steering wheel a hard right while blasting two of the wraiths, this time with streams of fire shooting from his fingertips.
Glad to see the last of them, she tried to warn Darius about the remaining two wraiths now flanking his blind side, but her vocal cords froze when the truck suddenly went airborne.
Her seatbelt kept her from flying out of the truck, but as the vehicle rolled for what seemed like forever, her entire body ached from the force of the restraint. The truck came to a stop on its wheels, the frame surely crunched but intact enough to have protected them from injury.
Dazed, Samantha tried to release her seatbelt with shaking hands. “Darius?”
He didn’t answer and she saw why. The windshield had cracked in front of him, a large tree limb penetrating the glass. The right side of his face was covered in blood, and his body sat limply in the driver’s seat. Fear beyond anything she’d ever known knotted in her belly, making her tug at her seatbelt hysterically.
“Darius? Wake up! Wake up, right now!”
After a minute of futile tugging and cursing, she realised the seatbelt had locked and would not open. She prayed Darius would soon wake. What if he had a concussion? What if he never woke up? Then an inhuman shriek rent the air and she knew the worst had yet to pass.
Though the softball-sized hail had ceased, if she didn’t do something to free herself from the seatbelt the wraiths would kill her and Darius as sure as the sun set tomorrow. Sudden regret pierced her, that she had not made the most of her time with Darius. How hard was it really to say “I love you,” to take a risk and let the future unfold as it may? Now she might never have the chance.
Yellow talons appeared by the driver side window and she shuddered, yanking at her restraint. The creature smashed the glass and yanked Darius’ door off its hinges. With a slash of its claws, it freed Darius and tossed him out of the truck as if he weighed nothing.
Then another creature knocked the glass out of her window and grinned, exposing three rows of blackened, sharp teeth. She could see red stains and darkened tissue within its mouth and prayed she and Darius would not find themselves on the wrong side of dessert.
“Come with me, pretty,” it whispered, the echoed softness of its voice as frightening as its appearance. It sliced her seatbelt and yanked her out of the truck.
She stumbled, her body full of aches and pains, trying to cope with too many shocks at once. Dragged behind the surprisingly strong creature, she tugged at the bony hand clamped around her arm and winced when it dug its claws through her flesh.
“Not yet. Save some fight for later,” it said before laughing. It threw her next to Darius, who had at least gained consciousness enough to sit and see the danger they faced.
She flew into his arms, almost knocking him over. As she clutched his warm body, she noted the grassy depression they sat upon and the steep rock wall over which they must have fallen. No wonder the truck had rolled.
Darius pulled her from his embrace and scrutinized every inch of her that he could see. “Are you all right?”
She gave him a huge kiss, relieved to hear him speak. “I’m fine.” The tension visibly left his stiff frame and she understood the depth of his concern. Warmth unfurled within her. “You?”
“I’ve been better.” He wiped sticky blood from his forehead and she saw a deep cut over his brow. Then he blinked rapidly, swearing as he removed his contacts. Seeing the real Darius with his bright red eyes made her feel safer, but not as safe as she’d like.
“I hear that.” She strove for a modulated tone, one that managed to belie her utter terror at the situation they faced.
The wraiths, not two now but six, circled around them like vultures. Their constant motion made her dizzy so she focused all of her attention on Darius, squirming deeper into his protective embrace.
“Don’t worry, Samantha,” he said, his voice deep with calm. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Have you ever tasted one of these females?” one of the wraiths rasped. “Such tender flesh, always succulent and brimming with terror.” It smacked its lips, causing the others to join in nauseating, high-pitched shrieks of laughter.
Darius drew her tighter against his body. He made as if to stand before closing his eyes in pain.
“Darius? Are you all right?” she whispered, wishing she could give him strength. As afraid as she was of the wraiths, the possibility of losing Darius absolutely terrified her.
“My head is killing me,” he growled under his breath. “I’m going to obliterate every last one of them. And I’m going to make it hurt.”
His anger made her feel better, though the pallor of his face didn’t alleviate all of her concern.
Darius narrowed his gaze at the wraith nearest them and Samantha waited to see it burst into flame. When it did nothing more than smile at them, her stomach rolled.
Darius muttered, “Shit,” before two wraiths leant forward and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, jerking him from her. They threw him ten feet, into the trunk of a very large pine tree.
The waning moonlight made everything appear in black and white, and the blood streaming down his slack face looked like a dark omen, a portent of death.
“I’m done waiting,” a wraith whispered into her ear before wrapping its hand around her hair and bending her head back to expose her neck.
“You can’t,” another said. “This one’s been marked.”
An argument ensued above her, and at the angle of her neck, she couldn’t see Darius. Desperate for any kind of contact with him, she tried the impossible.
“Darius, are you okay?” She thought as hard as she could, beyond frustrated when the wraith holding her yanked her head back farther and made a thin slash along her throat, a stinging cut that drew blood.
“We have to bring this one to the master intact,” another wraith said above her. “But the Storm Lord is ours to play with. Why not take a turn on him?”
The squabble continued as a rumble of thunder shook the air. Great. All they needed was more hail.
“Darius, wake the hell up. I need you here!”
He moaned and she felt so much relief she wanted to laugh. He was still alive! Her heart blazed with joy and her eyes filled.
“What hit me?”
“Two wraiths. And there are four more making a total of six we have to deal with.”
He didn’t say anything and she still couldn’t see him. She didn’t know the extent of his new injuries.
“I heard what you didn’t say.” He sounded smug, and for a minute she didn’t understand.
“You really hit your head, didn’t you?” She could only imagine the pain he felt, love making it possible to ignore the ache in her neck and the pointed nail scraping he
r flesh.
“You love me. Don’t deny it. I heard you; I felt it within you.”
Her neck ached, they were both on the verge of being killed and probably eaten by ugly, disgusting monsters, and he wanted to talk about love? She wanted to punch him.
“You are unbelieveable!”
“I know,” he said with no small amount of conceit, and much as she wanted to strangle him, she felt a sense of relief that he at least had all his faculties. The minute they pulled out of this mess, though, she vowed to slug him. Then kiss him.
Apparently the argument between the wraiths had come to a conclusion, for the wraith holding her by the hair tightened his grip and pressed its claws deeper into her neck.
“Samantha,” Darius said with enough force to snap her attention from the threat at her throat. “Affai, open your mind to me. Now!”
With the urgency she now faced, she didn’t question him and at once let herself go. She felt his presence within her, felt him sharing her inner self. And then warmth unfurled throughout her body, filling every pulse and beat of her heart.
“Grasp the wraith’s claw against your neck,” Darius said softly. She did so and saw the creature’s startled glance. Before it could do or say anything, however, it began to glow.
Bright red heat emblazoned the wraith from its cruel hand to the rest of its gnarled body. The heat grew until bright orange flame engulfed it, burning it into a small pile of ash upon the ground. Samantha welcomed the heat, embracing Darius’ blaze with all of her being. She stood then, free from the wraith’s grasp, and felt Darius’ fire licking her skin wherever it touched.
“It flames! It burns!” shouted a wraith. Immediately the remaining five turned on Darius who sat crookedly against a tree. Samantha could sense his strength ebbing and frantically looked about for something to use as a weapon.
Without knowing exactly how, she managed to incinerate two wraiths with fireballs. The magic soon faded and with three wraiths on the attack, she quickly looked for a weapon. She found several large rocks and threw them with accuracy against the remaining enemy. Mentally thanking her college softball days, she continued to pelt the approaching Netharat until she ran out of ammunition.
They were almost upon her when the ground shook, taking her off her feet, and she stared in astonishment as mountains of dirt spewed from the ground directly around the wraiths. Water gushed over them, pouring from an invisible source out of the air above their heads. The creatures screeched and cried for help, only to drown beneath mounds of dirt and cleansing water.
The earth swallowed the bodies whole, then settled as if nothing had happened.
Still staring at the scene in disbelief, it took Samantha a moment to gather her bearings.
“Up here!”
She glanced up to see Marcus and Cadmus atop the rock wall staring down at them. She could see the glare of car lights piercing the dense treeline and wondered how they had known to look down here for them. She and Darius had broken no railing when they’d rolled down the hill.
She took no more time to wonder, however, as Darius collapsed to the ground. Rushing to his side, she took off her jacked and placed it beneath his head. Stroking his bloodied hair, she prayed with all her might that he’d recover. His face looked paler than before, his strength apparently sapped from having saved her.
Cadmus and Marcus appeared quickly and in little time they headed to their home, where Cadmus assured her Darius would receive aid.
As she stared down at the head she held in her lap, she willed him to get well. She grasped one of his hands, holding tightly to the palm now cold against her skin. They had a lot to discuss, specifically the appropriate and inappropriate times to discuss feelings.
He squeezed her hand, a flare of heat passing between them, and she closed her eyes with a small smile.
“Concussion or not, you can’t put me off forever, Darius Storm.”
She thought she heard him chuckle before she drifted into sleep, clutching his hand as if she’d never let go.
Chapter Eleven
Darius opened his eyes to find Cadmus staring down at him, concern darkening his eyes to black. “Give me some room to breathe,” he grumbled, startling a chuckle out of his brother.
“It’s about time. You had us worried.”
“Us?” An obvious glance told him he slept alone in his bed.
Cadmus rolled his eyes. “She’s in the other room catching some sleep. We had to forcibly carry her from your side. Happy?”
Cadmus had a tendency to exaggerate, but if what he said were true, Darius was indeed a happy man. Recalling Samantha’s deep welling of love after he’d been pummelled in the woods, he couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Now he only had to convince her to leave this tired realm behind and journey to bigger and better things.
Wincing, he sat up and rubbed at his head.
“Arim sent us medicine.” Cadmus nodded to Darius’ temple. “He told us you suffered from a serious head injury. But one swallow of the blue juice and the injury healed.”
“Then why the headache?”
“That’s the juice you’re feeling. It’s only temporary.”
Darius grumbled his thanks and slowly slid his legs off the side of the bed. “I take it Marcus and Aerolus are okay?”
Cadmus frowned. “Marcus is upstairs in his room preparing for work tomorrow, if you can believe that. Once he knew you were okay, he muttered something about overly competitive co-workers and started grabbing files left and right. But Aerolus still isn’t here.”
Darius froze. “Still? How long was I out of it?”
“Two days.”
“And in all that time we haven’t heard from him?”
Cadmus shrugged. “Arim said Aerolus is fine. Apparently our brother is up to some sorcery the big guy won’t mention. Not my business, according to chatty Uncle Arim.”
He sounded miffed, and Darius felt a smile wind its way past the pain in his head. “Relax, Cadmus. If Arim said Aerolus is fine, then he is.” At his brother’s raised brow, he reluctantly explained. “I don’t always agree with Arim, but I trust him. He’s never let us down.”
“How quickly you forget the ‘Knowing Crystal’.”
“It was tampered with, remember. And that wasn’t Arim’s fault. I should have known it was a fake. I thought it odd it didn’t react to Samantha until we were set afire.”
“Odd, hmm?” Cadmus smirked and Darius knew he’d said too much. “So you knew as soon as you put it on she was your intended?” He batted his eyes mockingly. “That’s sooooo romantic.”
“Shut up, you idiot, and help me to my feet.”
Once standing free of the bed and his brother, Darius walked around the room slowly until he could move on his own without flinching. He needed to find Samantha, to see her with his own two eyes, and in private. They had a lot to discuss and he had neither the inclination nor the patience to wait another minute.
Cadmus muttered something about rushing things while Darius gingerly dressed in a pair of loose-fitting boxers. “Don’t bother me for at least another hour. No, make it two.”
“Go easy, bro.” Cadmus opened the door for him and stood back. “You’re not a hundred percent yet. And Samantha’s been through a lot since she’s met you. Don’t go pushing her around about Tanselm. Try finessing her for a change,” he said wryly. “She needs understanding.”
“I know.” For once he didn’t disagree and his calm acceptance surprised Cadmus into silence.
Walking downstairs, he felt more like himself. The headache didn’t hurt all that much, and he had to admit his body felt in fighting form—so much that thoughts of Samantha in bed had their desired effect.
Sporting a rock-hard erection, his patience thin at best, he knocked on the door and entered without waiting for permission. To his delighted surprise, she was in the midst of undressing and wore only a bra and panties. She looked tired though, her hair framing a pale face, her eyes shadowed by fa
tigue. Yet nothing could make her look less than beautiful in his eyes.
“I missed you,” he said simply.
A huge grin lit her face, chasing away her tiredness with the radiance of sheer joy. “It’s about time you woke up.” She slowly approached him, her hips swaying with timeless feminine grace.
“That’s what Cadmus said.”
“We’ve been worried.” She drew close, their bodies sharing the heat he generated. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tugged him down to her. “Don’t do that hero stuff again.” She kissed him with a hunger that made his cock spike even harder.
Unable to stop from moving against her, he pressed his desire forward, needing to ease the building ache. She moved her lips to his throat and he smelled the rich perfume of her shampoo, filling his head with all sorts of ideas about where he’d like to feel her hair over his body.
“Samantha, love,” he paused to ravage her mouth. “I need you.”
Cupping her breasts in his hands, he heard her swift intake of breath before she returned his kiss with a fire that made him burn to have her. Lust raced through him with a vengeance, desire for her growing until he was consumed with it.
After ripping her bra and panties from her body, he forced himself to slow down lest he spill right then and there. He stepped back and stared at her, awed that she belonged to him. She knew it as well as he did, though they had yet to say the words. The omission bothered him, but damned if his body cared.
His cock ached, needing to fill her hot, wet little pussy with his seed. Just thinking about it pushed him nearer the edge, and he decided to keep his boxers on, weak deterrent though it was.
Samantha, however, would have none of it. She smiled, a sultry grin that had his attention focused on her full, ripe mouth. Then she licked her lips and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped. Staring down at his huge erection, she grasped his underwear and slowly dragged it down his legs, her face coming uncomfortably close to his cock.
He wanted to shout with frustration when her breath fanned his shaft.