The Scribe ic-1

by Elizabeth Hunter

  Patience.

  Malachi was aroused to the point of pain. His breath came in rasps as her kisses drugged him, making his head spin. He clenched his hands in the loose sheets, allowing the magic to build and grow until her body was covered in a gold glow answered by his own talesm, which shone with a low silver light in the darkness. His magic swelled in recognition of its twin, even without the songs the Irina usually sang. Though untrained, Ava’s magic was powerful. It called to him as their mouths met in aching hunger.

  “Do you hear that?” she said, tearing her lips from his, bracing her hands on his shoulders.

  “What?”

  “That note. I…” Tears touched her eyes, but she smiled. “It’s beautiful. Perfect. It’s… us.”

  Complete.

  Silver met gold when he tackled her to the bed.

  Finally.

  His body sang in recognition. Here was desire. Here was beauty. Here was completion. He reached down to test her, but Ava was as ready as he was, her body primed from hours of waiting.

  “Yes!” She gripped his arms. “Now, please.”

  He entered her with one thrust, halting when he was seated to the hilt, his forehead pressed to hers as they groaned in unison.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Like this. Always like this.”

  He took her mouth again, leisurely tasting as he began a slow rhythm. She embraced him, arms wrapped around his chest, legs around his hips. The urgency was there, but Malachi didn’t want to rush.

  “Faster,” she said.

  He smiled. “No.”

  She dug her nails in his shoulders, and he bit back a moan. Then he reached down, gripping her hip and changing the angle until her head fell back and her body bowed. He took his time, ignoring her pleas to rush, delighting in her response as he tested their new connection. Her pleasure was his own. Her desire fed his. He held back—barely—when she came the first time. Then his body picked up a faster rhythm as the world narrowed to her.

  “Again,” he whispered.

  “Can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” He could feel it. Feel her body around him. The slow tightening. The catch in her breath. The pressure built as he flipped them over, letting her arch back over him as he watched her skin luminesce gold, alive with the ancient magic of their race.

  This.

  There was no greater beauty in heaven or earth.

  “Again.”

  “Yes!”

  Ava cried out as she came and Malachi’s mind flew, her body pulling the long-awaited climax from him as he came in a roar of heat and light, his hands gripping her hips as his own back arched. His talesm shone bright silver in the darkness, then his mate fell forward, panting against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

  This is why the angels fell.

  He woke slowly; the sun shining through the blacked-out windows cast eerie shadows in the room. Ava was still draped over his torso, exhausted by their lovemaking. Most of the dye had rubbed off during the night, leaving the red-brown henna patterns that mirrored his tattoos. His immediate reaction was to wake her and claim her body again, but he knew she needed sleep. He covered her with a light blanket and wrapped a towel around his body before he walked downstairs.

  “Any change?” he asked Rhys, who still sat by Leo’s bedside, drowsy in the brighter light of the second-story room.

  “He’s cooler. The wound is healing. He started getting some real sleep after you two quieted down.”

  “We weren’t that loud.”

  “It wasn’t the sound, it was the energy, for heaven’s sake. You forget how young he is. If his body had let him, he would have gone charging into the night, desperate to find a woman.”

  “Sorry.” Malachi pulled up a chair opposite his friend.

  “No, you’re not.” Rhys’s gaze flickered down to Malachi’s hands, still stained from the henna dye. His eyes widened. “You marked her.”

  “I did.”

  “Malachi—”

  “It was necessary.”

  “No, it wasn’t. She doesn’t know the other half of the ritual. You’ve given her half your magic with nothing in return.”

  “Don’t say that.” He glared. “Don’t ever say that. If she was yours, you’d understand.”

  Rhys opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. After a few tense moments, he said, “You’ll be weak.”

  “And she’ll be strong.”

  “This is the worst time for you to indulge in sentimental—”

  “It was necessary, Rhys.” He bit back the urge to yell. “When we spoke to Jaron, he said something.”

  “What could he possibly have said that would make you risk your life—?”

  “It was a warning. One of her, Rhys.” His friend fell silent as Malachi spoke. “One of her. Thousands of us. She was sent to me for a reason. I have to protect her.”

  “We will all protect her, brother.”

  “I’m counting on that. If anything happens to me… I’m counting on that. Do you understand?”

  Rhys’s eyes finally met his intense gaze. “I understand. I would treat her as my own blood. You know this.”

  “Thank you.”

  “But seeing as you’re her one true love, you’d better make this promise unnecessary. Do you understand?”

  Malachi grinned. “You think I want to give her up after I’ve just found her? Think again. You’d have her forgetting me in no time.”

  His brother cleared his throat and forced a smile. “No, I wouldn’t.”

  “No, you wouldn’t.”

  “You need to get her out of the city.”

  “Has Maxim called?”

  “No, but I know he keeps an extra car not far from here. With unknown Fallen activity and so many Grigori in the city, that’s probably the safest route. If you can just get her out of the city, you’ll buy yourself some time.”

  “Vienna?”

  Rhys shrugged. “For now? Yes. But she needs to find someone to train her. After her safety, that’s the first priority. Even untrained, her magic is powerful. She’s like a loaded gun. She’s been good about not speaking in the Old Language, but with your magic running through her veins now, the temptation to use it is going to be stronger. She might not even be able to control it.”

  “Irina, then.”

  “Irina. You need to find a group of them. Sari’s faction would be the best, if Damien would tell you where they are.”

  “She’s forbidden it. You know how she feels about males now.”

  Rhys nodded toward the stairs. “But you’re not a lone male looking for a woman. You’re bringing your mate with you for help. She won’t leave an Irina unable to use her magic. It goes against everything she stands for.”

  Malachi nodded, thinking about their options. “She’s rumored to be in Scandinavia somewhere.”

  “Somewhere. It’s a big region.”

  “And Brage is on the hunt. He’s Volund’s offspring. If Volund is behind this aggression, Scandinavia may be the last place I want to take her.”

  “Or it may be the last place he’d look.” Rhys leaned over and wiped at Leo’s brow, which was still dotted with perspiration. “If you get her out of the city, you two will have time to think. You’ll have to find documents for her, anyway. Though if you can find Maxim, it’s possible he already has them prepared.”

  “He’s cautious like that.”

  “He is.”

  As if called by the gods, Ava’s phone rang. Rhys smiled and handed it to Malachi. “Speak of the devil.”

  Malachi took the phone and saw Maxim’s number on the screen. “Hello?”

  “Finding unlisted mobile numbers is a pain in the ass, Malachi. Add her to the contact list, will you?”

  He let out a sigh of relief and walked upstairs. “As if you already haven’t.”

  “You are correct, old man. How’s my cousin?” A slight hitch in his throat was the only clue how worried Maxim was.

  “He’ll
be fine. Do you know about the house?”

  “Yes. Did anyone retrieve the fire for him?”

  “Rhys managed, but his hair’s a bit shorter.”

  “We both owe him a debt.”

  “Which I’m sure he’ll collect. How badly damaged was the house?”

  “Not as much as we thought. The firefighters did an excellent job. I’m guessing whoever set it was trying to scatter us.”

  “So they succeeded.”

  “To an extent. Damien and I got hit with tear gas of all things after we got away last night. He’s mad as hell this morning, but not damaged.”

  “We’re lucky.”

  “You need a way out of the city. Damien has already called Vienna about the house, so they know some of what is happening. He was very closemouthed about your mate, though.”

  For some reason, Malachi was relieved. He didn’t know why, but he felt like the less people knew about Ava, the better. “I’m not sure where we should go. Rhys said Scandinavia, but I need to speak to Damien about that.”

  “You’re looking for Sari?”

  “If she’ll allow us sanctuary.”

  Maxim’s low whistle was all the response Malachi expected.

  “I’d tread carefully there. Luckily, I have obtained new documents for both of you. British passports, so you’ll have no trouble traveling, but you’ll have to be quick about it. Tonight. The row of hotels by the Theodosius Cistern. Go there. I have a spare vehicle at the Antea Hotel, right across from the entrance. The cistern is closed for renovation, so that area is quiet. Your keys and documents should be waiting at the front desk by seven o’clock.”

  “And if they’re not?”

  “Find a room. I’m sure you two will be able to keep yourselves occupied.”

  Malachi smiled when he saw Ava’s eyes flicker open. “You’d be correct.”

  “You’re not nice when you gloat, brother. I have to go.”

  “Wait, Maxim. Is Brage still in the city?”

  “As far as I know.”

  Malachi sat on the edge of the bed, and Ava leaned over his shoulder, her ear to the phone.

  Maxim said, “Damien wounded him, but not seriously. He’ll be healed by tonight, if not sooner.”

  “Does he still have the blade?”

  “He does,” Maxim said. “Damn thing nearly hit one of my arms. I really have to go. Keep this phone with you. Tell Rhys to keep the fire burning. We’ll find him and Leo later.”

  “I will.”

  He hit the End Call button and tossed the phone on the bedside table, turning so that Ava was pressed against his chest. Then he lay back, taking her with him.

  “You’ve got to stop wandering off after we have mind-blowing sex,” she said, snuggling into his chest.

  “So… every morning then?”

  She pinched his arm. “Cocky.”

  “Yes.” Malachi pressed a kiss to her hair. “Did you hear Max?”

  “Yes.” Her eyes widened. “Every word, actually. My hearing is super strong right now.”

  “It’s super strong forever, canım.”

  “And my eyes…” She looked around the dark room and frowned. “What did you do?”

  He shrugged. “It’s part of the mating ritual. I gave you some of my magic. And you’ll give me yours. Eventually.”

  “But until then?” Ava sat up, eyes racing over his chest. “What do you mean, you gave me your magic? Does that mean you’re not as strong?”

  He reached for her cheek, but she pushed his hand away. “Ava—”

  “No! Is that what it means?”

  “I’m still very, very strong. We’ll be fine. Do you really doubt me?”

  Her face fell, and her eyes took on a faraway look. “I can’t lose you, Mal.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Trusting you—trusting us—was it for me. If something happened to you—”

  “Nothing will happen to me. I’m too greedy. I’ll never leave you.” He sat up and pulled her into his arms. “We’re almost there. Max has a car for us. Documents. We’ll leave the city tonight. Sleep today and leave tonight. We’ll be away before they can find us, and then we’ll be safe.” He brushed a hand over her curls, soothing her as she trembled in his arms. “Trust me, Ava. You’ll be safe.”

  Chapter Twenty

  The Antea Hotel sat on the corner of the Piyerloti Caddesi, just at the end of a quiet string of hotels. A few hundred meters from the tourist center, the old street was sheltered by tall trees and staid municipal buildings. A quiet street in the Sultanahmet, but still central enough to the main thoroughfare, it was the perfect place to store an emergency vehicle.

  Malachi held Ava’s hand as they crossed the intersection, passing the empty cistern and the fountain in the center of the square. Pigeons startled from the sidewalk, but no other pedestrians interrupted them as they made their way into the lobby.

  The young woman at the front desk eyed Malachi, causing an unexpected flair of possessiveness in Ava that caught her by surprise. Since the night before, she’d been on edge, bristling with borrowed energy and heightened senses. The passing cars distracted her. The lights were too bright. But her voices, thankfully, had become easier to ignore. The only one she heard clearly was Malachi.

  “Good afternoon, sir,” the woman said in perfect British English. “How may I help you?”

  Malachi lowered his voice and switched to Turkish as Ava took in the gold-accented lobby. It wasn’t the fanciest hotel she’d seen, but it was clean and bright. The ground floor was quiet.

  Almost too quiet.

  Instincts pricked when Malachi took her hand and led her out toward the sidewalk.

  “The car is here, but she said our package hasn’t arrived yet. She suggested waiting in their restaurant, but I’d rather be out here.”

  “Me too.” Ava looked around at the peaceful street that suddenly seemed ominous. “I don’t like it here.”

  He frowned and smoothed a hand over her cheek. “What do you hear?”

  “Nothing specific.”

  “Then we have to—”

  “Not enough,” she said in a low voice. “It’s too quiet. Where are the other guests? There aren’t even any tourists around here.”

  “It’s the middle of the week, canım. I think you may be overreacting.” He raised a hand when she opened her mouth. “Which is completely normal considering your new senses.”

  She shook her head but couldn’t find anything to argue with in his reasoning. He was probably right.

  Since the mating ritual, Ava had been flooded with power. She was stronger. Quicker. She healed faster. She’d deliberately taken a knife to her forearm that afternoon while Malachi had been napping, just to see what would happen. The cut she’d made on her forearm had healed within minutes.

  He was stroking her hair, leading them to the bench by the locked cistern. Ava looked at the sign announcing the renovations. It was in Turkish, but she could see the future plans for the new tourist attraction around the historic site.

  “Did you get the car keys?” she asked when they’d sat.

  “Yes. She said the messenger already called to say he’d be late. She said he’d probably arrive in the next half an hour.”

  “And Damien? Max?”

  “Headed over to the rug shop right now. We’ll call them once we get on the highway.”

  Ava nodded, a sense of unease still heavy in her belly.

  “It’s fine, reshon. Everything will be fine.”

  Malachi watched her, wondering what had happened to the confident, fearless woman he loved. Since the night before, she was jumpy. A cloud seemed to hang over her shoulders. Was she truly that worried, or was their new intimacy making him more aware of her moods?

  It wasn’t uncommon for Irin mated for years to be almost telepathic with each other. Though they couldn’t speak to each other’s minds, the awareness of mood was hard to ignore. He’d know when she was angry or happy. Upset. Worried. He felt them all now as he
r emotions flooded the magic he’d given her. It was both intoxicating and distracting, and for the first time, he wondered whether the ritual had been the right thing to do.

  Too late to second-guess himself.

  Malachi watched the front of the hotel as two men exited. They looked up and down the street, then sauntered off in the direction of the Sultanahmet tram station. A few minutes later, a couple entered the hotel from the opposite side. Normal traffic on a quiet afternoon.

  And still Ava sat, a silent knot of tension at his side.

  “Tell me a story,” she finally said.

  “What kind of story?”

  “Something not serious. What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

  He broke into a smile. “Swimming at the beach. We’d go to the North Sea in the summer when we lived in Germany.”

  “Wasn’t that cold?”

  “Freezing.” He put an arm around her, thankful for the distraction. “My father had a good friend with a cabin there. I think it’s still there, probably. It was quite old, but very nice. My mother and father and I would stay for two months in the summer. Living in a retreat can be very hectic sometimes. Families live in their own homes, but the children go to school together, the adults all work together. Even meals are communal. So my parents tried to make some time for only the three of us. That was our family time. I would play in the water even though it was frigid. My mother thought I was crazy.”

  A tentative smile crossed her face. “You were.”

  “We should go there,” he said. “When we have children, we’ll take them there.”

  There was a smile on her face. “We should.” Ava took a deep breath. “We’ll really have children, Malachi?”

  “Hopefully.” He squeezed her. “Irin don’t have many children. One is normal. Two is fortunate. But I hope we have two.”

  The vision of children Jaron had sent her flashed in her mind again. A dark-haired boy with his father’s eyes. A golden-eyed girl laughing. It should have warmed her, but there was a dark side to the vision, as well. The animals had stood at attention, prowling around the girl and boy. Clearly guarding them, but from what?

  “Do not fear the darkness.”