Wish (Supernaturals of Las Vegas Book 3)

by Carina Cook

  The spider launched itself at her, and Rebecca stood stock still in horror, unable to defend herself. With effort, Audra summoned her cloud of fire motes, sending them whirling toward the creature’s head. The spider shrieked in anger and pain as they descended upon it in a thousand little pinpricks of agony. Inspired, she drove them into the mouth and down the throat, burning and tearing through the already weak flesh. The spider thrashed about in pain as Rebecca screamed.

  “I’m sorry!” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

  The spider spasmed as it burnt from within. Within moments, it was dead. Again.

  Rebecca sank to her knees, crying. As Audra watched, her form began to waver and pulse with a familiar magic. She’d sensed it for the first time when they’d brought the marble box to her. The night she’d first met Darius.

  The thought of him hurt. Where was he? Was he imprisoned in the spider silk just a short distance away, like Rebecca had implied? Could Rebecca even be trusted at this point? If she’d bonded with the djinn already, Audra didn’t know. She hoped so, but worry gnawed at her anyway.

  She focused on Rebecca, trying to figure out what to do. She couldn’t move, but she could still do her magic. She had to drive the djinn out without hurting Rebecca, but how in the heck was she supposed to accomplish that?

  Magic poured from Rebecca’s body, streaming toward Audra. It felt like she imagined the fire motes must have felt—a thousand little pinpricks of pain washed over her. She screamed, thrashing against her restraints and only succeeding in entangling herself more. Rebecca screamed along with her.

  “No!” Rebecca shouted, but it was no use. If anything, the magical torrent doubled.

  Audra had to make it stop, but how? Magic had no weight. She couldn’t burn it or blow it away. She could tuck it away in the void, but first she had to contain it, and she didn’t know how. The djinn was so powerful, and she didn’t think she could stand against that much raw power and survive.

  But she would have to try. Darius needed her. Rebecca did too.

  She had to do something that would force the djinn to react. Something dangerous. Something big. And all she had to work with was the desert sands. There were no clouds or moisture in the sky to call up a thunderstorm. But there was one thing she could do…

  She reached out with her senses and pulled sand up from the ground, whipping it into the air with a gust of wind. The work was hard at first, but once she got the air moving, momentum took over. The miniature sandstorm began to grow on its own, but she kept feeding it, steering it as much as possible toward the spider silk that still imprisoned her. The sand tore through the web like it was wet paper, and Audra thumped to the ground, instinctively shielding her face from the onslaught.

  “No!” Rebecca shouted again, only her voice sounded like two people at once. Under her normal alto tones was a deeper voice. Scratchy with age, and angry as the sea.

  Although stands of silk still stuck to Audra’s arms and legs, she could move some now. She stood up, summoning every ounce of energy she could to feed the storm. Then she threw the storm at the djinn. The sand whipped toward Rebecca, who flung her arms out, holding the sand at bay with another wave of energy. The sand fluctuated between them, pushed this way and that with pulses of magic as the two of them fought to control it. Audra could feel her power waning, but she pushed all the harder. The djinn could kill them all if she didn’t stop it. And it would, after she’d defied it so.

  “Audra, I can’t hold him,” screamed Rebecca. “He’ll kill you.”

  “You can!” shouted Audra back. “Hold on!”

  “I can’t!”

  It wasn’t an exaggeration. Rebecca’s body, dimly visible behind the wall of shifting sand, had begun to swell with power. It crashed over Audra in sickening waves. There was no way she could stand against that. They were all doomed.

  “Put us in the void!” shouted Rebecca.

  “I can’t do that to you!”

  “Please…” Rebecca’s voice grew weaker now. “I can’t hold on much longer. Please.”

  Audra didn’t know what else to do. At the least, it would buy them time. Opening a portal to the void while pushing against the sandstorm was difficult, but she managed it.

  “Behind you!” she shouted to Rebecca.

  Rebecca turned, saw the wavering air behind her, and said, “Tell Darius I’m sorry.” Then, without a second glance, she jumped in.

  CHAPTER 20

  When Audra approached the spot where Darius was held, suspended and immobile, he nearly died of panic. His warning taps seemed to have had exactly the wrong result; she’d come to check out the strange noise rather than running for help like he’d hoped. And in the meantime, he’d managed to get his claws stuck too, so there was no way to signal to her as she crept closer in the darkness.

  His head was stuck in the right direction to watch as she came closer, a glowing cloud suspended over her head. It looked like a giant halo to Darius. It was both strangely fitting and quite impressive. He hadn’t known she could do that, and he only hoped he’d get a chance to ask her how.

  When Rebecca confronted Audra, he thrashed about, trying desperately to free himself. The two people he cared about most in the world, and they were at odds with each other. He still cared about Rebecca, even if she’d made a stupid mistake that might cost them all. She’d done it out of love, and while he hoped she’d learn from that mistake, he couldn’t fault her for wanting to do anything she could to make things right. He felt exactly that way right now, only as stuck as he was, he could do nothing. It burned at him.

  All of this flailing around accomplished nothing, although he kept on doing it anyway because he was desperate. But then another thought occurred to him. Perhaps if he thrashed away from the web and shifted at the same time, he might break free. It was worth a try. Anything was, because now the sand was lifting from the ground and Rebecca and Audra both looked strained as they tried to envelop each other in the miniature sandstorm. It hadn’t reached the spot yards away where Darius hung, but it might do so soon enough. He needed to free himself before all hell broke loose.

  He strained against the strands of the web, trying to time his shift just right. As his body shrunk down into his human form, many of the strands pulled free, but not all of them. As quickly as he could, he shifted again, hoping to move fast enough that he didn’t get recaptured. Before his form had quite settled, he returned to human once again in a rapid-fire shift that drained every ounce of energy he had in his body. His skin tore in places as he finally pulled himself free of the web, and he gritted his teeth against the pain, falling flat on his belly on the ground. His muscles quivered, starved for energy, but he still managed to push himself to his knees. Audra. Rebecca. They needed him.

  The stress of the repeated changes had distracted him, and he’d missed out on what was going on. So he was quite surprised when he looked up only to be hit in the face full blast by a wave of sand.

  He snapped his eyes closed just in time, but the stinging sand pelted against his face. It seemed to find every bit of exposed skin that had been flayed by the spider web, and he could only be grateful that he’d landed on his belly. Some of the more tender bits of him were protected from the onslaught, and for that he was grateful.

  It only lasted for a second, and then the air was still and dry. He didn’t hear anyone. Not Audra. Not Rebecca. No one.

  Terror gave him strength where he’d had none a few moments before. He launched himself to his feet and staggered in the direction they’d been only moments before.

  “Rebecca! Audra!” he croaked.

  There! A body sat still on the ground, half covered in sand. The blonde hair instantly identified her—Audra. Still breathing. He knelt at her side and began cleaning the sand from her face even as he searched for Rebecca. But she was nowhere to be seen. Had she run off?

  The alternative was unthinkable.

  Audra began to cough as he brushed her face clean, and he couldn’t help
it. He leaned down and kissed those grainy lips. She smiled weakly.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, pulling her up to sit. As he did, strands of spider silk disintegrated off of her arms. He noticed that the bits that still clung to him were also evaporating into nothingness.

  She nodded silently, coughing again. Little puffs of sand expelled from her lungs with every exhalation. Within moments, her breath had evened out, and she began to scramble to her feet. He followed suit.

  “What happened to Rebecca?” he asked. “Is she…?”

  But he couldn’t finish the sentence. He wouldn’t blame Audra if she’d had to end it, because Rebecca wouldn’t have wanted a life held captive in her own body by the djinn. He wondered if she’d been aware of what she was doing, or if the djinn had been pulling the strings all along. He hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her. Maybe because the djinn knew that he of all people could have reached her no matter how deeply she was buried inside herself. He knew he could have.

  “I put her in the void,” said Audra tentatively. She watched his face as she spoke. “She’s safe there. We can figure out how to get the djinn out of her and pull her out again. It’ll be like no time has passed for her; I’ve been in the void before myself, and it’s perfectly safe. She’ll be okay there, and the djinn can’t hurt anyone. Okay?”

  She seemed anxious to reassure him, but he couldn’t understand why. After thinking Rebecca was dead, this was the best news he could have gotten. He threw his arms around Audra, his face breaking out into a wide grin.

  “Thank you,” he said into Audra’s sandy hair. “Thank you so much.”

  She nodded and slumped against him. For the first time, he realized she was trembling too. Shock? Pain? Exhaustion? He didn’t know, and his fear returned again in force.

  “Are you okay?” he demanded, forgetting his own weakness in the face of hers.

  “I’m just…so tired.”

  Her face cracked into a giant yawn, and she pulled away from him only to stagger and nearly fall over.

  “Here. Let me.”

  Before she could answer, he swept her up into his arms. He would not drop her, no matter how many times he’d shifted or how much his muscles screamed for fuel. He would get her safely to the car, and he would drive her to his house, and he would clean the sand from her and put her in his bed where she could sleep safely. Then and only then would he find something to eat.

  That is exactly what he did.

  CHAPTER 21

  When Audra woke up, for a long moment, she couldn’t figure out where she was. The bed was incredibly comfortable but unfamiliar. Her face felt raw and chafed, like that one time Beef got her a microdermabrasion facial for her birthday, and the newbie aesthetician had gone a little overboard. And although she’d clearly slept, exhaustion weighed down her limbs as well as her mind. It seemed like she should be trying to remember what had happened, or at least concerned about her current location, but she couldn’t drum up the energy to do either.

  The blank wall she was facing gave her no clues to work with. She flipped over onto her other side with a lot of flailing and maximum effort. When she did, she was rewarded with a view of the room. Wide windows would provide a lot of natural light, although at the moment they were thankfully shrouded with blackout curtains. The barest line of sunlight peeked out from around the edges of one of them, so it was daytime. And light trickled in from around the open door to the hallway too.

  It illuminated the sleeping figure of Darius, slumped uncomfortably on an armchair a few feet away. What a gentleman. He must have put her in his bed, and rather than leaving her alone or crashing out with her, he’d kept watch until sleep had overtaken him. As she looked at him, memories of the night before came back. The long search for Rebecca. Chad’s sorry state. The web, and the sandstorm, and the moment when she’d put Rebecca into the void.

  Darius had taken the news well, but of course it must have hurt him. He would be worried. As soon as she could get out of this bed, she would start making calls. Uncle Grey had networked extensively with mages all around the world, but Audra had never bothered. She hadn’t seen the use of it until now. But she would make up for lost time, and hopefully bring Rebecca back before people started asking uncomfortable questions about where she’d disappeared to. There had to be some way to drive the djinn out of her. Audra wouldn’t rest until she found it.

  Well, she would rest for the moment. She didn’t feel up to making those calls just yet, and if the clock on the nightstand was right, it was still too early to make them. Some of Uncle Grey’s mage friends lived like teenagers based on the few times she’d met them. She could afford to sleep a little longer. Rebecca wouldn’t notice.

  As she fluffed the pillow and set it just right under her head, Darius stirred. He opened only one eye at first, but as soon as he realized she was awake, he shot bolt upright in his chair. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats, and that was a sight worth seeing. With a jolt, Audra realized that she ought to be covered in sand and grime, but she was clean and dressed in an oversized t-shirt that had to belong to him.

  “Are you okay?” he demanded, mistaking her discomfort for pain.

  “I’m fine. Just fine. I…” She stammered, trying to find a way to ask what she wanted to know without being too awkward. “I don’t remember showering. I hope I didn’t get your bed all sandy.”

  He relaxed visibly. “I’m not surprised. You were only half conscious. I waited outside the shower stall just in case you fell over.” He waved a hand. “But even if you did, I wouldn’t care. Sand washes out. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

  “Me too. I mean, I’m glad you’re okay too.”

  He broke out into a giant yawn. “I feel like I could sleep for a month, though. Give me a minute, and I’m sure I’ll wake up.”

  “Do we have to? I’ll call for help with…you know.” Audra couldn’t bring herself to say Rebecca’s name out loud. Not yet. “But I can’t call for another couple of hours.”

  “Oh.” He settled back in the chair. “That’s fine, then. You get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

  A wave of shyness washed over Audra, but she forced herself to say what she wanted to anyway.

  “You could come sleep in the bed if you want. I mean, it’s your bed. And I wouldn’t mind,” she said.

  He looked at her for a moment before pushing up off the chair. “If you’re sure,” he rumbled as he slid under the comforter next to her. She could feel the warmth of his body just a few inches away, and it took every ounce of restraint she had not to curl up against his bare chest. She shivered at the thought of it.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  Before she could even answer, he put an arm around her, pulling her close to him. She had no desire to resist. His chest was warm and ridged with muscle, but surprisingly comfortable to pillow her cheek on. And his hand stroked her hair with a soothing rhythm that practically had her purring like a contented cat.

  “This is really nice,” he said, surprising her. His chest rumbled with his speech, and she felt it deep in her bones.

  “It is,” she agreed readily.

  His hand traveled with slow laziness down to her shoulders, stroking away the tension and fear that still lingered there. Then it traveled down to her back, working away all of the soreness. She felt warm and pliant beneath the strength of his hand. When it cupped her hip and paused there as if asking a question, she could barely contain herself.

  She rubbed her hand against his chest, only instead of seeking to soothe as Darius had, she was hoping for a different reaction. It came when her thumb ran over his nipple—the tiniest intake of breath, the clench of his hand against the hem of the t-shirt. She wanted nothing between them, the feel of his skin against hers as they touched each other. She wanted to bask in this feeling of being special and cherished. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt before, and she wanted Darius to know it but couldn’t find the words.

  “I think I’m i
n love with you,” he said.

  His eyes met hers with a heartbreaking hope in them, and she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

  “Oh, Darius, I don’t half deserve you,” she said.

  “You do,” he said, gently protesting.

  His thumb ran over her lips, and his hand cupped her jawline, and she turned her head to kiss his fingers. He groaned, a sound of restraint when she didn’t want him to be restrained at all. Without thinking, she reached down and lifted the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it off her body. She sat there then, bare and vulnerable.

  “Is this okay?” she asked, looking down at him.

  “Better than okay,” he said roughly, pulling her down to him. When her hand traveled to his groin, she felt for herself the truth of his words. His hips pushed against her in an involuntary spasm as his mouth found her breast.

  “We should stop,” he said, even as his mouth traveled over her skin. “I don’t want to hurt you. You deserve only the best.”

  “You are the best,” she said. “And I want you.”

  His resistance evaporated in one final groan, and then his hands roamed her body, and he explored every inch of her with a gentleness that she’d never experienced. She’d never realized that such a strong man could be this gentle.

  When he slid into her, he fell still for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, playing idly with her hair. A sliver of worry pierced her, and she almost asked what was wrong, but he seemed to pick up on her fear before she could even speak.

  “I just want to remember this moment,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

  “Me too.”

  She smiled and pulled his head down to kiss him, and when they cried out in simultaneous climax, it felt like it was meant to be.

  After, they slept. When they got up a short while later and had brunch, it felt strangely comfortable. Like they’d been together for forever. Audra was used to a little awkwardness after the first time, especially in new relationships. But not this time. Not with Darius. She only felt loved and happier than she’d ever been.