An old friend found me—total blackness.
9
Groaning, I rolled on my bed and buried my face in the pillow, trying to avoid the bright sunlight. Sweet honey scent teased my senses.
I stiffened. Honey? Sunlight?
I sat up on the mattress, groaning once more when pain shot through my chest. What the hell? The blanket slipped from under my arms and, finding myself shirtless, I saw a small black dot over my heart and several lines spreading from it, as if someone had tattooed a small spiderweb on my chest.
I touched the web and remembered. The island, the test, the Cup of Life, the Death Lords, the Black Thorn. Oh fuck.
By the Everlast, I had failed. I had gone to the island, and I had passed the test. I had held the Cup of Life, just to lose it. That couldn’t be true, because if it was true, it meant Nadine would die soon and that was unacceptable.
“It isn’t as bad as it looks. Not anymore,” Nasya said, entering the room with some sticks in her arms. “If they had pierced it any deeper though ...”
She had another transparent dress on. To avoid looking at her, I scanned the place. We were in a large room, with beige stone walls, high ceilings, and round columns. There were chaises, pillows, and rugs everywhere. A fire pit roared in the center of the room. That was my sunlight.
“Where are we?” I asked. My chest prickled, and I rubbed it. Damn thing.
Nasya threw the sticks on the fire. “My home. It’s on the other side of the island.” Then she turned and sashayed toward me.
She sat on the mattress and, uncomfortable with her nearness, I swung my legs to the other side, but groaned when a new pang burned my insides.
She rested her hand on my arm. “Take it easy, my Lord. You had a rough patch.”
“I need to go. I still should be able to track them, to find the trace of their aura and follow it. I’ll fi—”
“Lord Mitrus, you’ve been unconscious for three days.”
I froze. “What?”
She nodded. “I thought you wouldn’t make it, but finally yesterday you started healing.”
Wouldn’t make it? What the fuck? That little prick almost killed me? “I didn’t know the Black Thorn could be used like that.”
“I didn’t either.” She reached to the small table beside the mattress. “The Death Lords left this with you,” she said, taking the Black Thorn from the table. Ignoring the pain, I jumped to my feet and put some distance between us. She looked hurt. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have treated your wounds. In fact, I could have used this the moment the Death Lords left.”
It made sense, but it was hard for me to come to terms with it. After all, she was holding a Black Thorn.
I sat on a chaise several feet from the mattress and raked my hands through my hair.
What would I do? I couldn’t kill Levi. It would mean the end of the world, and I wanted a world, a better world, a safe world, where Nadine could live forever. But she couldn’t live forever without the Cup of Life.
I couldn’t go back to NYC and face them both, knowing I had to pick between them.
A new weight fell on my shoulders, and I sighed.
“I have something that will make you feel better,” Nasya said, standing up.
Was she talking about her and her sensual body? No, thank you. I was already in too big of a mess. I had no mind or will for another. Surprising me, she walked away from me. She picked a silver bowl from a corner and brought it over. She knelt before me, handing me the bowl.
I closed my hands around it and felt what it was. “Water from the underworld lake.”
“Yes,” she said, retreating to the mattress. “It was a gift from Imha, like a compensation for making me a prisoner of this island.” She gestured to the bowl. “You can watch over your human. Seeing her will probably make you feel better.”
“She’s not my human. She’s a person, owner of herself.” Though, with the Soul Oath, I was her owner actually. What a mess.
“You love her,” Nasya said, a tint of jealousy in her tone.
I didn’t answer, mostly because I didn’t want to share my feelings with her. Instead, I focused on the water and called upon Nadine.
A black shadow covered the water, spinning in a whirlwind, and revealing Nadine.
She was entering the gym where Keisha exercised. She wore black yoga pants and a pink bra top, similar to the ones she had on when I last saw her. Her hair was still loose, falling in a wave down her back, the way I liked it.
Keisha stopped whatever she was doing and smiled. “Finally. I thought you were going to stay in your bedroom until after we won the war.”
“Three days of sulking was too much,” Nadine said, pulling her hair up in a ponytail. “I’m back to myself now.”
Wait, Nadine had been in her bedroom? For days? Because of what?
“She’s beautiful, even though she looks sad,” Nasya said.
She was beautiful, and she did look sad. And frustrated. And pissed off.
“Next time slap some sense into me and don’t let me waste three days for nothing.”
“Ha, I might enjoy that.” Keisha went back to her exercises. “Hey, uh, Lady Izaera came back a few hours ago. She’s talking to Zelen now about something related to forests and nymphs. I think she may have found another ally.” She shrugged. “And Lady Ceris and Lord Levi are still out.”
Nadine started on stretching exercises. “Searching for the other gods?”
“Yes.” Keisha pressed her lips into a thin line. “They also hope to find Lord Mitrus.” Nadine stilled. Keisha took a step toward her but stopped. “Tell me what happened, why you were so mad and depressed after he left that you closed yourself in your bedroom for three days.” I sucked in a sharp breath. She did what? Because of me? “I don’t mean to pry, but every girl needs a friend. You opened up to me before. Know that I’m here for when you want to talk again. About anything.”
Nadine resumed her movement. “Thanks, but I’m fine. A man who makes a girl cry doesn’t deserve her tears.”
“So he did make you cry?” Keisha asked. Nadine shot her a killer glance. “Sorry, sorry. Lady Ceris and Lord Levi will find him, you know. They will bring him home.”
“I don’t see why. He left. He chose to leave. Only the Fates know for what. We are better off without him.” Sighing, she shook her head and whispered, “I’m better off without him.”
My heart stopped. Not wanting to hear anymore of how I had hurt her, I broke the vision and put the bowl aside.
“I’m sorry, my Lord,” Nasya said.
Yeah, I was sorry too.
Since Nasya had to cut my shirt to treat my wound, she gave me another one. It was old, like centuries old, but it was the only thing she had—and it probably belonged to her protector. I looked down at it—dirty white with frills on the sleeves. I made a mental note to change it as soon as an opportunity presented itself. I put it on, grabbed my jacket from the chaise, and stashed the damned Black Thorn in an inside pocket.
I turned to Nasya. “Thank you.”
She bowed. “You’re welcome, Lord Mitrus.” She walked with me to the door of her home. “Where will you go now?”
At first, I didn’t answer. Why should I? She was nothing to me, but I needed to vent. “I’m not sure. I think I’ll try to find Amiel, Jed, Keon, and Riel. It’s the only option I can see.”
“But they are four, and you’re one. Look at what they did to you the last time.”
I didn’t need to look. I could feel the damn web prickling under my skin, hurting, burning. “I’ll be prepared this time.” That was the plan, though I wasn’t sure what I would do to be prepared exactly.
I thanked her once more.
She gave me a small smile. “Be careful.”
Nodding, I walked away.
For days, I roamed the Earth, stopping by every relevant point—places the Death Lords and I used to meet to discuss plans and orders or just to hang out, their former hometowns when they had
been humans, checkpoints to the underworld, and more. I found no trace of their auras. Nothing. It was as if they were gone from this world. Or after years of hiding from Imha, they actually got good at it.
In the end, I even stopped by Machu Picchu and spied the entrance to the underworld at the Intihuatana ritual stone. Of course, the Death Lords weren’t here. They would have heard of Levi’s death, they would have felt it, and they would come here only then.
There was no way around it. I had a hard choice to make: Levi and the fate of the entire world—the logical choice—or Nadine and my selfishness—my heart’s choice.
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Chapter One
Nadine
Three weeks, two days, eight hours, and forty-seven minutes.
That was how long Micah had been gone. But who was counting? Not me. Because I didn’t care. Not anymore.
Or so I told myself.
Instead of obsessing about why he left with no explanation, I immersed myself in training with Keisha, in planning with Ceris, and in learning more about the creed with Victor—though he warned me that not even he remembered all the stories and legends. Meanwhile, Ceris had found four deities to work as scouts—Rihan, Tuzin, Nyria, and Letos, who would spy on Imha’s and Omi’s activities—and Izaera and Zelen spent several days at a time away, looking for more forest protectors, nymphs, or any kind of nature-related deities to join our group. Ceris called it an army, but we were only seven so far. Seven wasn’t an army.
I tried to focus on each step I took, but it never worked. Instead, my mind always got away from me when I was running. It was hard to believe all that had happened in the last six months. I had found Victor, the guy I had been having visions of for ten months, and Micah, a guy I didn’t see coming, but he rocked my world. Then, I found out they were actually gods—Micah was Mitrus, the god of death and the dead and the underworld, and Victor was Levi, the god of balance, life, and spirit. Even worse was to find out a good friend, Cheryl, was actually another goddess in disguise and that she had manipulated my life for almost a year. She had even manipulated my feelings for Victor, making me crazy about him, just to snatch him from me in the end. And there was so much more … we found Morgan, a high priest, and Keisha, a freaking hero. We encountered Imha and Omi more times than I dared to admit, and they even captured and tortured me … and killed my family. We were betrayed and hurt and broken apart one too many times. But we were still here, fighting against the darkness Imha and Omi had descended upon our world.
I had been running on the treadmill for seventy-three minutes when an idea popped in my head. Why hadn’t I thought of it before? Ceris wanted an army. Maybe I could give her one.
I stopped the treadmill, and jumped off it.
“What is it?” Keisha asked, mildly out of breath from running on the treadmill beside mine. Her dark skin glistened with sweat, and her long black ponytail bounced side to side.
“Just … need to see something.” I grabbed the towel from the treadmill and dabbed my damp face.
I walked into the living room, still finding it odd not seeing Zelen seated on the floor, praying. The air here smelled faintly of lavender. Ceris had made it her mission to prevent the foul air outside from entering the apartment, so she kept scented candles lit all the time in all the rooms.
After I quickly washed my hands and face in the half-bath adjacent to the apartment’s foyer, I went back to the living room. Where would Ceris have put it? I searched the TV stand, the shelves, under the coffee table. I moved on to the dining room, our usual meeting room, and searched the buffet cabinet and inside the many books Ceris had brought from all over the world that were not crowding the dining room. The walls were lined with books—sans-shelves—sorted in piles as high as my chest. Nothing in here either.
I considered the kitchen, but Ceris wouldn’t have hidden it in the kitchen. Where else, then? I wouldn’t search her bedroom.
“What are you looking for?” Ceris asked from behind me.
I turned to her. As usual, her sight made me self-conscious. She was a goddess—the goddess of love, family, home, and beauty—and she was stunning. Her long white hair fell down her back like a cascade of silver, her clear blue eyes shone with power, her skin was smooth, unblemished, and her figure … well, she was a goddess.
“The map,” I answered.
She extended her hand between us and the rolled map appeared in her outstretched palm. “Here.” I took it from her, sat on the couch, and unrolled the yellowed map with torn edges on the coffee table. Ceris sat beside me. “What are you looking for?”
The bright symbols came to life on the paper, sprouting all around the map. They didn’t rush around like the first time I had seen them. This time, most of them were still in their places, some shining brighter than the others.
“What are the other gods’ symbols?” I asked.
“You’re going to try to find them?” Victor asked, entering the living room.
I looked up and nodded. His beauty didn’t have the same effect on me as it had when we first met, but I couldn’t deny he was handsome. Gorgeous even. With honey-colored hair, sea-green eyes, fair skin, a chiseled face, and a tall, strong figure, who wouldn’t think he was gorgeous? Moreover, he was a god. His power was as tangible and suffocating as Ceris’s.
“That’s a good idea,” Ceris said.
She produced a book with a worn leather cover out of thin air. The Gods and Goddess of the Everlasting Circle. Ugh, I knew this book. I had skimmed through it less than two months ago. It belonged to Morgan, a high priest. He was now in the underworld and I had put him there.
The hurt snaked its way into my chest. It hit fast and hard, and it became difficult to breathe. Just like every night when I woke up from the same nightmare.
“Nadine?” Victor asked. He sat on the arm of the sofa beside Ceris.
I shook that feeling aside—just aside, because it never left me—took the book from Ceris, and opened to the chapters about the other gods and goddesses—Sol, god of the sun and day; Lua, goddess of the moon and night; Ronen, goddess of entertainment and arts; and Maho, god of magic—and tried to memorize their symbols. All of the major gods and goddess symbols were encased in a circle, so it was easy to distinguish from the rest. I couldn’t find Sol’s symbol, Lua’s and Ronen’s kept flashing all over the map, but Maho’s was strong and on a little island in Thailand.
I pressed the tip of my index finger on the map. “This is Maho. He must be there.”
“The Phi Phi Islands, of course,” Victor said, leaning over the map. “We should go there.”
“Now?” Ceris asked. “But Izaera and Zelen aren’t here. It would be only the four of us, and …” She paused, looking at me.
“And I count for almost nothing?” I replied, being careful not to show how much her comments hurt sometimes. “I know, but that’s what you got.”
“We can go, scout the place,” Victor said, trying to appease Ceris. “If we see it’s clear, we proceed. If there are demons or trouble, we fall back and summon Izaera and Zelen.”
I sighed. If Micah were here, we would have three full gods instead of two. But he wasn’t, and I had to accept that. Why was it so hard, damn it?
Ceris sighed. “All right. Let’s go.”
I stood and inhaled deeply. One more step toward the end.
The end. Soon, it would be the end of the war. We would win—I had to believe that—and break thirty years of darkness, or we would lose, leaving Imha and Omi to reign over the world, spreading chaos and terror.
Regardless of the outcome, my end would come. That was,
of course, if Micah returned to finish our deal.
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