TAKEN: Book Two

by Abel, Charlotte

  Josh groaned. “Damn it. It’s in the garage. Wait here.”

  Hunter flopped back on Josh’s bed with his hands behind his head. “No wonder he’s such a sissy, living in luxury and sleeping on a bed soft as a lady’s bosom.”

  “Josh is not a sissy!”

  Hunter yawned and said, “Whatever,” then closed his eyes. He was asleep before Josh got back.

  Josh dropped the daypack on the floor then pulled Channie into his arms and kissed her. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “You sure we don’t have time to strengthen our bond before you go?”

  Channie sighed then kissed the tip of his nose. “I’m sure. But we’ll figure something out. I promise.”

  Josh picked up her left hand and kissed the ring on her finger. “What did your folks say about this?”

  “Nothing. With everything going on, they didn’t notice it.” Channie pulled her ring over the first joint of her finger, but Josh grabbed her hand and pushed it back into place.

  “Tell them whatever you want. But don’t take it off.”

  “I don’t want to take it off, but Daddy already thinks Hunter’s courting me. I don’t want him to think we’re engaged.”

  Josh narrowed his eyes. “Courting? What exactly does that mean?”

  “It means that Daddy’s gonna watch Hunter like a hawk. He’s already told him to keep his hands to himself.”

  “All right.” Josh slipped Channie’s ring off her finger and onto his pinkie. “I’ll keep it for you. But I want you to wear it at school.”

  “Of course.” Channie’s finger felt naked without her ring.

  Josh took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and traced the still burning marks where Momma slapped her with his other hand. “Channie? What happened?”

  “It’s okay. The worst is over.”

  Josh let go of Channie then grabbed Hunter by the front of his shirt and yanked him off the bed. “You said you’d protect her!”

  Hunter blinked and shook his head like a wet dog. “What?”

  “Look at her face! How could you let this happen?”

  Hunter shrugged his shoulders and said, “It could have been a lot worse.”

  “Really? Worse than physical abuse? No. That’s it. You are not going back there. I’m calling the cops. Those people belong in jail.”

  Hunter snorted and rolled his eyes. “Ain’t no Empty jailer gonna be able to keep a mage locked up. Especially not them two.”

  By now Josh was yelling as well as pacing. Channie was afraid he was going to wake up Ezra. She shot Hunter a meaningful look and said, “Josh. I want you to be calm.”

  Hunter nodded and cast a be-calm spell that rolled Josh’s eyes into the back of his head. Channie caught him as he fell, but she wasn’t strong enough to keep him off the floor.

  “Jeeze, Hunter. You didn’t have to knock him out. Help me put him to bed.”

  Channie turned down the covers while Hunter maneuvered Josh onto his shoulder. He dumped him on the bed like a gunnysack full of grain. “I was surprised he didn’t raise his shield. Ain’t nobody can get a shield up as fast as Josh. At least he’ll sleep good tonight.”

  Channie removed Josh’s shoes, pants and shirt, leaving him in his socks and boxers, then tucked him in like a child. She kissed his forehead then picked his shirt up off the floor and stuffed it into her back pack. It wasn’t as good as sleeping with Josh, but at least she’d have the comfort of his clothes on her body and his scent in her bed.

  ~***~

  When Hunter pulled into the driveway, Momma parted the parlor drapes. Her silhouette in the window sent a chill down Channie’s spine. She took a shaky breath and said, “Maybe you better wait out here until after I give her the book.”

  Hunter said, “I don’t think so. Your momma’s even scarier than your daddy. When did that happen?”

  “I’m not sure, but I think it had something to do with this book.” Channie pulled the pillowcase holding the Book of the Dead out of her backpack and said, “Take my pack. I don’t want Momma or Daddy to find my journal … or Josh’s shirt.”

  Hunter said, “Where do you want me to put it?”

  Channie pointed to her bedroom window. “Wait until Momma and Daddy are distracted, then climb up there and leave it on the roof. I’ll grab it when I go to bed.”

  “What if they wanna know where I am when you go inside?”

  “I’ll tell them you needed a smoke. Momma don’t allow tobacco in the house so they won’t question it.”

  “I don’t smoke.”

  “Momma and Daddy don’t know that.”

  Channie’s joints stiffened as she forced herself to climb the porch steps and open the door.

  Momma yanked the bundle out of Channie’s arms, threw the pillowcase on the floor and clutched the book to her breast as if it were a long-lost child.

  A creaking sound, followed by a loud pop drew Channie’s attention into the parlor. Daddy climbed out of a recliner and joined Channie and Momma in the entryway. He put a hand on Momma’s shoulder and said, “You got your book, can we go to bed now?”

  Since when did Daddy ask Momma’s permission for anything?

  Momma lowered the book and gazed lovingly at the back cover. She turned it over, and gasped. Channie held her breath as Momma ran the tips of her trembling fingers over the name engraved on the front. Her eyes widened, showing white around ice-blue irises.

  Channie’s chest heaved with shallow breaths as Momma stepped closer, pulsating with rage.

  “What is that name doing on my book?”

  Daddy said, “Calm down, Prudence. We agreed we were going to hear her out before punishing her.”

  Momma hit Daddy with a bolt of raw energy that knocked him off his feet. He hit the parlor floor with a house-shaking crash.

  Channie had seen Momma angry before, many times. But this was different. She barely recognized the crazy woman creeping towards her with murder in her eyes. Momma blocked the front door. Channie was trapped with no hope of escape, but her feet moved of their own accord, backing her up towards the stairs.

  Momma hit Channie with a double curse — a no-speak spell that cut off her air supply and a vicious stinging spell that felt as if fire ants were eating her alive. Unable to scream, Channie clawed at her skin even though she knew it would only make it worse.

  Momma released Channie from the stinging spell first, then the no-speak. Tears streamed down Channie’s cheeks as she gasped for air.

  Momma grabbed a fistful of Channie’s hair and jerked her head back. She pressed the side of her mouth against Channie’s ear and said, “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Her voice was low and dangerous.

  Channie’s entire body trembled. There was no such thing as a truth spell, but Momma could usually tell when someone was lying. Channie lied anyway. “I don’t know.”

  Momma yanked her hair again, dropping Channie to her knees, then let go. Still clutching the Book of the Dead in her left hand, Momma slapped Channie’s face with her right. The force of the blow jerked Channie’s head to the side.

  Momma screamed, “Who is Valor Veyjivik!” and back-handed her, on the other side of her face.

  Hunter burst through the front door. Channie shook her head, begging him to stay out of it. “Hunter, don’t.” She didn’t want him to get hurt — or make things worse for her.

  He glanced at Channie then narrowed his eyes and threw his shield over her. Momma curled her lips back, revealing both sets of teeth. “You stay out of this.”

  Hunter hit her with a be-calm spell that knocked her out then knelt in front of Channie. “Are you all right?”

  Red welts from Momma’s stinging spell covered Channie’s arms, chest and neck. Her cheeks throbbed with every heart-beat where Momma slapped her. She nodded and said, “I’m fine,” then glanced at Momma’s crumpled body on the floor. “But maybe you better find somewhere else to stay. Once she gets over the shock that you dared to use magic on her, she’
s not going to be very happy with you.”

  Hunter said, “I ain’t going nowhere.”

  Daddy scooped Momma up off the floor and said, “Get a set of linens out of the closet and make a bed for Hunter on the sofa in the family room.” He kissed Momma’s forehead then glared at Hunter. “And by gollies, I better not catch you creeping up these stairs. You hear me, boy?”

  “Yessir. Loud and clear.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  REUNIONS

  The whole family was already seated around the dining room table eating breakfast when Channie came downstairs the next morning. Everyone except Momma and the trips stopped eating. Diego stood up and smiled. He was so tall, dark and handsome it was a cliche. He opened his arms and said, “Welcome home.”

  Channie bit her lip then said, “Hi, Diego.” She didn’t want to get any closer to Abby so she ignored the invitation to hug him and stayed where she was.

  Abby dabbed at her eyes with her napkin as she stood up. She and Diego were on the far side of the table so Channie had time to change her focus before they could get to her. She squatted down and gazed at the trips. “I missed you three so much. Come give your Aunt Channie a big hug.”

  They stopped eating and looked at her as if she were a stranger, then went back to eating and ignored her.

  Abby and Diego followed Channie into the kitchen. Abby put a hand on Channie’s shoulder. “Don’t let it bother you, lil’ sis. They treated me the same way for a week after I got back.”

  Channie jerked away from Abby’s touch and refused to look at her.

  Diego laughed and said, “Yeah. Just like that.” Channie crossed her arms over her chest and sniffed. Diego grabbed Channie’s shoulders and turned her around, forcing her to face Abby. She was tempted to sink her elbow into his gut, but his energy field pulsed with brotherly love and loyalty. How was that possible? He didn’t even know her.

  She kept her gaze locked on her feet. Diego lowered his head and spoke softly into Channie’s ear. “How long you gonna punish my Abby? She missed you so much. She never stopped talking about you. Every day … it was Channie this and Channie that.”

  Channie wanted to stay mad at Abby, but a bigger part of her just wanted her sister. Diego’s energy wasn’t magical, but it was hard to resist. Besides, if she wanted the trips to forgive her, maybe she should start by forgiving Abby. Their reasons for leaving were different, but they’d both deserted the boys.

  She lifted her chin and really looked at Abby for the first time. She’d lost a lot of weight, especially around her face. Diego let go of Channie and slid an arm around Abby’s waist. He pulled her against his side and kissed her temple. It reminded Channie of the way Josh always kissed the top of her head. He was less than twenty miles away, but it felt like it was half-way across the world.

  Abby kept one arm around Diego and reached for Channie with her other hand. A simple band of gold encircled her ring finger. Channie’s eyes widened “Did you … are you married?”

  Abby grinned and nodded then grabbed Channie and pulled her into her arms. She whispered into her ear so quietly Channie could barely hear her. Even with a listen-up spell, Momma and Daddy wouldn’t be able to discern her words. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to protect you last night. Momma’s still angry. Be very careful around her.”

  Channie pulled back and frowned but didn’t say anything. Abby stroked Channie’s cheek over her bruise. “I can’t believe she did this to you.”

  A sudden flare of anger burned away any desire to reconcile with Abby. Channie grabbed her hand and pulled her into the family room. Diego followed closely behind. Channie kept her voice low, but didn’t even try to mask the fury behind her words. “Why did you tell Momma and Daddy I was with Josh?”

  “You called us, remember?”

  “I had to. Josh’s daddy insisted I let Momma and Daddy know I was okay. I wasn’t going to tell them where I was staying!”

  Diego said, “I told them where you were. Not Abby. It was the right thing to do.”

  The right thing to do? This was the guy that knocked Abby up when she was fifteen.

  Channie said, “Thanks for ruining my life,” then ran upstairs to her room, slammed the door and dove into her bed face first. Her left cheek, the one Momma had hit the hardest, throbbed.

  A few minutes later, someone knocked on her door then entered without waiting for an invitation. Channie kept her face turned towards the wall. The whole bed creaked when Daddy sat on the edge of her mattress.

  Channie sighed and rolled over.

  He said, “I hate to leave so soon after your homecoming, but I gots to go to work. Hunter’s going with me so your momma can stay here and work on that damn book.”

  Great. “Why are you taking Hunter? I need him to protect me from Momma.”

  “And I need him to help me at work.”

  “Why don’t you just take Abby … or Diego?”

  “The casinos done banned Diego for cheating and Abby ain’t got no head for numbers. You’ll be fine so long as you stay outta your Momma’s way until me and Hunter get back from work.”

  Channie didn’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. “Work? Since when is gambling work?”

  Daddy put his hands on his knees and leaned forward then launched himself off the bed. “I’m taking it easy on ya since you just got back, but you better watch your mouth young lady or I’ll have to straighten you out.”

  In the face of Momma’s open hostility, Channie had forgotten just how dangerous Daddy could be when he got mad. And few things made Daddy madder than a smart-mouthed kid. “I’m grateful for the way you’ve been providing for the family. And … there’s nothing wrong with enjoying your career. I’m sorry if my comment sounded disrespectful.”

  Daddy cocked an eyebrow and twisted his mouth to the side. She’d obviously laid it on a bit thick, but he just nodded and said, “Diego’s in charge while I’m gone.”

  “He ain’t the boss of me.”

  “He is when I ain’t here.”

  “But he’s an Empty!”

  “So are you.”

  His words held no malice. He was simply stating a fact, but it still hurt. “I’d put Abby in charge, but even without magic, Diego’s got more control over the boys than her. I reckon he can handle you.”

  Channie didn’t need “handling,” but it was pointless, and dangerous, to keep arguing.

  Daddy cleared his throat and said, “I wanted to talk to you about the Feenie boy.”

  Channie raised her eyebrows and waited. It was Hunter when he was helping Daddy gamble, but now it was back to the Feenie boy?

  “What about him?”

  A red flush crept up Daddy’s neck and spread across his cheeks to his ears. He seemed fascinated with the tops of his shoes. “When a young man and a young lady are courting, things have a way of getting out of hand.”

  Channie’s own cheeks burned. “You don’t need to worry about anything happening with Hunter. We’re just friends.”

  “You don’t want to discourage the boy to the point he loses heart and gives up. But you don’t want to encourage him to the point he feels he can take liberties. It’s a fine line a young lady has to walk when she’s being courted. Especially when it gets close to the wedding day.”

  “I don’t want Hunter Feenie to court me. And I don’t care if he was the last mage on Earth, I’m not going to marry him.”

  “Now, ya see, that’s just what I meant. That’s a tad bit too discouraging.” Daddy wiped the sweat off his brow. “Your momma ought to be having this talk with you, but she’s not been herself lately.”

  “What’s going on with Momma?” Channie had expected Momma and Daddy to both lay into her when they got home, let her stew all night and then act like nothing happened the next morning. That’s the way it usually went. Except when Abby got pregnant. Nothing could ever compare to that. Although last night came pretty damn close.

  “Ever since you took off with that book of hers, s
he ain’t hardly talked about nothing else besides getting it back.”

  “Is she better? Now that I gave it back?”

  “If anything, she’s worse. She stayed up all night with that thing pressed to her bosom, just a rocking back and forth — crooning to it like it was alive.” Daddy patted Channie’s knee. “Try to stay away from her as much as possible, until she comes back to her senses.”

  Channie nodded. “I’ll stay after school and study for a couple of hours before coming home.”

  Daddy said, “I don’t think you ought to show up at school until them bruises heal.”

  Channie jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Daddy was right. No one would believe the hand-shaped green and purple mark on the left side of her face was caused by a tumble down a flight of stairs.

  She wanted to see Josh so badly it hurt, but if any of her teachers saw her battered face, they’d report it to the authorities. Momma and Aunt Wisdom had always done all the doctoring in the family, but Channie wasn’t about to give Momma the satisfaction of asking for her help.

  “Daddy? Could you try to fade the bruises a little so I can cover ‘em up with makeup?”

  “First of all, I don’t want you wearing no makeup. And second, your momma’s already warned ever-body that if we tried to heal you or ease your pain, she’d give it to you worse than she did last night.”

  ~***~

  It was bad enough Channie couldn’t sleep with Josh, but not seeing him or even talking to him was killing her. And what would he do when he couldn’t find her at school?

  Momma went straight to her room after Daddy and Hunter left, making it very clear she was not to be disturbed. But Channie didn’t know if whatever she was doing with the Book of the Dead was enough of a distraction to keep her from feeling the presence of a mage. She hoped Josh wouldn’t try to check on her.

  After lunch, Channie said, “I want some time alone with the boys, maybe they’ll forgive me faster if I take them to the park or something.” She felt bad using the trips as an excuse to hopefully meet up with Josh, but she was right about the little monkeys. As soon as they heard she was taking them to the park they tackled her.