The Wicked and the Wondrous

by Christine Feehan

  The Mustang swung fluidly into the driveway leading to the old mill on the cliff above Sea Lion Cove. Matt drove straight up the dirt driveway to the long, wooden building and parked. He turned off the engine and slid his arm along the back of her seat. The ocean boomed below the cliffs, a timeless rhythm that seemed to echo the beat of his heart. “Most of the stories about me aren’t true, Kate.”

  Kate stared straight ahead at the old building. Much of the wood was pitted from sea salt. The paint had long since worn away from the steady assault of the wind. She loved the look of the mill, the way it fit there on the cliff, a part of the past she wanted to bring with her into the future. She took a deep breath, composed herself, and turned to take Matt in.

  Up close, Matthew Granite was a giant of a man with rippling, defined muscles and a strong, stubborn jaw. His mouth was something she spent far too much time staring at and dreaming about, and the shape of it had managed to slip into her bestselling novels on several heroes. His eyes were amazing. They should have been gray but they were more silver, a startling color that made her heart do triple time. He had the kind of thick, dark hair that made her want to run her fingers in it, and he wore it longer than most men. Kate felt a bit faint looking at his heavily muscled chest, then up into his glinting silver eyes. “Well, darn it, Matthew, all this time I thought I was in the presence of greatness.” She managed to conjure up a lighthearted laugh. “It’s not nice to destroy a woman’s illusions.”

  He frowned. “I didn’t say I wasn’t the bad boy of Sea Haven.”

  “I thought Jonas Harrington was the bad boy of Sea Haven.”

  Matt looked affronted. “I never come in second place.” His hand came up, unexpectedly spanning her throat.

  Kate was certain her heart skipped a beat. His palm was large, and his fingers wrapped easily around her neck, his thumb tipping her head up so she was forced to meet the sudden hunger blazing in his eyes. It was the last thing Kate expected to see, and his intensity shocked her. “Matthew.” She breathed his name in a small protest. It wasn’t a good idea. They weren’t a good idea.

  He simply lowered his head and took possession of her mouth. His kiss was anything but gentle. He dragged her close, a starving man devouring her with hot, urgent kisses. The breath slammed out of her lungs, and every nerve ending in her body screamed at her. Electricity crackled between them, arcing from Matt to Kate and back again. Fire raced over her skin, melting her insides. He took the lead, kissing her hungrily, hotly, his tongue dueling with hers, demanding a response she found herself giving.

  Her arms crept around his neck, her body pressing close to the heat of his. She felt so much heat, so much magic she couldn’t think straight.

  The blare of a horn made Kate jump away from him. Matt cursed and glanced at the highway in time to see his brothers waving, hooting, and honking as they drove by. “Damned idiots,” he said, but there was a wealth of affection in his voice impossible to miss.

  Kate pressed a trembling hand to her swollen mouth. Her skin felt raw and burned from the dark shadow on his jaw. She didn’t dare look in the mirror, but she knew she looked thoroughly kissed. “They saved us.”

  “They may have saved you, but I’m in dire straits here, woman.” And dammit all, he was. What was it about this woman that made him lose control whenever he was around her? Was she really a witch? He was going to have a few things to say to his brothers when he got his hands on them. He wasn’t looking forward to the ribbing he was going to get after being caught necking like a teenager with Kate Drake. It didn’t help matters that he saw Jonas Harrington cruising by very slowly, obviously looking for them. Damn Danny and his radio. It would be all over Sea Haven if they weren’t more careful, and the last thing he wanted was for Kate to run from him because of gossip.

  He touched Kate’s red face. Her soft skin was raw from his whiskers. “I should have shaved, Katie, I’m sorry. I wasn’t planning on kissing you.” So, okay, he wanted to kiss her. He’d hoped to kiss her. He’d actually gotten down on his knees briefly last night when no one was around and asked for a Christmas miracle, but she didn’t need to know how badly he wanted her.

  The way he said Katie, turned her heart over, sending a million butterfly wings brushing at her stomach. “I don’t mind.”

  He caught her face in his hands. “I mind. I need to be more careful with you.” Abruptly he let her go and opened the door. It was the only safe thing to do when she looked so tempting. The chill from the sea rushed in to displace the heat of their bodies inside the car.

  Kate didn’t wait for him to come around and open her door. She was too shaken, too shocked by her reactions to him. It was so un-Kate-like of her. Kate the practical had just made a terrible mistake, and she couldn’t take it back. She could still taste him, still had his scent clinging to her body, still felt a tremendous, edgy pressure, a need as elemental as hunger and thirst. She stood in the wind and lifted her face, hoping her skin would cool and that the raging need that was always inside of her would once again find rest.

  Matt took her hand and led her up the broken and uneven path to the building. She didn’t resist or pull away.

  “The structure’s sound,” she assured him as she unlocked the door. “I want to be able to incorporate as much of the original building as possible when I expand. I was thinking decks outside with some protection against the wind for the sunnier days, and indoors, a large area with chairs and small tables for reading and drinking coffee or chocolate or whatever. There’s a large stone fireplace in what must have been an office, and I’d like to keep that too if possible.”

  Kate covered her anxiety with talk, pointing out the rustic features she wanted to save and as many of the problem areas as she knew about. She was very aware of Matt’s hand holding hers securely. Twice she tried to casually disengage, but he tugged her across the room to examine a rotted section of wood near the foundation.

  “Where do the stairs lead?” He opened the sagging door and peered down into the dark interior. The stairs appeared to be very steep and halfway down he was certain the walls were dirt. “Is there a light?”

  “Of sorts,” Kate said. “It’s over the second stair down. I can’t reach the chain.”

  “Why wouldn’t it be up here?” He pulled the chain gingerly, half-expecting the light to explode. It came on, but it was a dim yellow and made a strange humming sound. “What is that?”

  “I don’t know, but the fire marshal assured me it was safe in here.” She smiled at him. “Isn’t one of your brothers an electrician?”

  “It will be a while before we need him,” Matt said, starting down the stairs. The staircase was solid enough, but he didn’t like the look of the wall. Several cracks spread out from the center of the wall in all directions like spiderwebs. He glanced at Kate, his eyebrow raised.

  She shook her head. “The earthquake must have damaged it. It wasn’t like that when I came down here with the Realtor. I actually came down twice just to make certain the entire place wasn’t going to sink into the ocean. I know it’s in bad shape, but it’s such a perfect location. If I have to, I can pull down the mill and start from scratch. If you think that’s the best thing to do, I’ll take your advice, but I really want to save as much of the original building as possible.”

  “It’s going to cost more money than it might be worth, Kate,” he warned.

  Kate shivered as they went down the stairs to the dimly lit basement. It was far colder than she remembered. Always sensitive to energy, she felt an icy malevolence that hadn’t been there before. She looked around cautiously, moving closer to Matt for protection. The atmosphere vibrated with unrestrained malicious amusement. “Matthew, let’s leave.” She tugged at his arm.

  He looked down at her quickly. “What is it, Katie?” There was a caress to his voice, one that warmed her in spite of the icy chill in the basement. “You can wait upstairs while I look around.” He felt her shiver and took the jacket she was holding from her to help her into
it. “It won’t take me very long.” He pulled the edges of the jacket together and buttoned it up, his fingers lingering on the lapels, just holding her there, close to him.

  Kate shook her head. “It feels unhealthy down here. I don’t want to leave you alone. Matthew,” she hesitated, searching for the right words. “This doesn’t feel right to me, not the way it did before.”

  His silver eyes moved over her face. He suddenly winked, a quick, sexy gesture that sent her heart thudding. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”

  Kate trailed after him, reluctant to be too far from him in the gloomy basement. It was long and wide and had a dirt floor. “I think this was used as the smugglers’ storehouse. There’s a stairway leading to the cove through a narrow tunnel. Part of the tunnel collapsed some years ago, but I read in my grandmother’s diary that the mill was used to store supplies and weapons and spices coming in off the boats.” She pressed her lips together, determined not to distract him as he studied the walls and the floor of the basement.

  “What’s this?” Matt halted next to a strange covering in the dirt. It was at least two inches thick and looked almost like the lid of a coffin, except it was oval in shape. The surface was rough and covered with symbols, which were impossible to read with the dirt and grime over them. Running straight through the middle of the lid was a large crack.

  Kate frowned. “I didn’t notice it before. It must have been covered by the dirt. Could the earthquake have shifted that much dirt?” She moved closer to it reluctantly. The icy cold air was coming from the deep crack. “I don’t like this, Matthew.”

  “It isn’t a grave, Kate,” he pointed out, crouching beside it and brushing at the dirt along the edges. “It’s more like a seal of some kind.”

  She hunkered down beside him. A blast of cold air touched her palm as she passed it above the crumbling rock. She brushed the dirt away from the symbols, trying to decipher the old hieroglyphics. The language was an ancient one, but it was all too familiar to her. Her ancestors, generations of powerful witches, had used such symbols to communicate privately. Her mother had urged them to learn the language, and Kate knew a few of the symbols, but not all. “It says something about rage. The symbols are chipped and worn away. I can make out the words, ‘sealed until the day one is born’—” She broke off in frustration, leaning closer to try to figure out the meaning of the words.

  “Where did you learn those symbols? Are they Egyptian?” Matt asked.

  Kate shook her head. “No, it’s a family thing. We were all supposed to have learned. Do you think this is a well of some kind?”

  Matt continued to dig around the edges of the thick lid. “It can’t be a well, Kate. Maybe some kind of memorial?” He pushed at the heavy slab. It crumbled around the edges but slid slightly.

  “No!” Kate caught Matt’s arm, tugging hard. “We don’t know what’s inside. Something about this doesn’t feel right to me. Can’t you feel the malevolence pouring out of the crack?” She stumbled back, taking him with her, nearly sprawling on the ground so that he had to catch her as a noxious gas poured from the slit that had opened.

  “It’s just gas created from decomposed matter that’s been trapped for a long time,” Matt said, dragging her as far from the crevice as he could get them. He pushed her toward the stairs. “Sometimes the gases can make you sick or worse, Kate. Don’t breathe it in.” She looked pale, her eyes wide with horror. She stared at the lid without moving, one hand pressed to her mouth. Matt could see that her entire body was trembling.

  At once he wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him. He practically enveloped her entire body, yet she never looked away from the oddity in the basement, mesmerized by the yellow-black vapor streaming from the crack. “It’s nothing Kate, just a hole in the ground. It’s probably a couple of hundred years old.” He remained calm in order to reassure her, but all of his senses had gone on alert.

  Matthew obviously couldn’t feel the malicious triumph pouring out of the ground, a welling-up of victory, a coup of sorts. She couldn’t identify it, had no idea what it was, but she was terrified they might have unleashed something dangerous. Horrified, she watched the dark, ugly vapor swirl around the room, then stream up the stairs toward freedom, leaving behind an icy cold that chilled her to her bones.

  “Stop shaking, Kate. It’s gas. It happens all the time in these old vents.” Matt couldn’t bear that she was so frightened. “We find pockets all over the place. You haven’t gone into the tunnel, have you? That could have all sorts of gas pockets as well as cave-ins.”

  “Have you ever seen gas do that? Travel around the room?”

  “We’re getting some kind of wind off the ocean, Kate. Can’t you feel the draft in here? It’s very strong.”

  “I have to take a look at those symbols, Matthew. I think something was sealed beneath that lid, and the earthquake disturbed it.” She knew she sounded utterly ridiculous. She probably appeared a crackpot to him, but she was certain she was right. Something had slid out of that vent, something not meant to inhabit the world.

  Matt studied her serious face, the fear in her eyes. “Let me make certain it’s safe, Kate.” He gently set her aside and made his way across the uneven dirt floor to the crumbling rock lid.

  “Be careful, Matthew.” When he looked at her, she wished she’d kept her mouth shut. She was sounding more and more paranoid.

  He sniffed the air cautiously. The odor was foul, but he could breathe easily without coughing. “I think it’s safe enough, Kate. I’m not keeling over, and I don’t feel faint. I don’t know what the hell you think just happened, but if it has you so afraid, I’m going to believe it. Jonas says never to doubt any of you Drakes.”

  She was grateful that he was trying to understand, but she knew he couldn’t. Kate ducked her head, avoiding his gaze, afraid to see the way he was looking at her. She sank down beside the lid and dusted lightly with her fingers, afraid of crumbling the old rock even more.

  Matt waited silently as long as he could. There was the sound of the sea booming in the background. The echo of it pounded off the walls eerily. “Does it mean anything to you?” He tried to keep impatience from his voice when all he wanted to do was snatch Kate up and carry her out of the place.

  Kate peered closer to decipher the words. Seven sisters. Seven Drake sisters. Her ancestors. They had bound something to earth, committed its spirit to the vent hole to protect something. She couldn’t read it exactly as parts of the letters were smashed and worn away, but she was afraid it was the townspeople who needed to be protected. She could also make out something to do with Christmas and fire and one who would be born who could bring peace. Kate looked up at Matt. There was no way to hide the terror in her eyes, and she didn’t bother to try. “I need to go home right now.”

  chapter

  4

  A wreath of holly meant to greet

  Looks much better tossed in the street

  MATT SAT IN HIS CAR WITH THE HEATER RUNNING and his favorite CD playing low. Joley Drake’s unique, sultry voice had taken her up the charts fast. He loved this particular collection, usually finding it soothing, but it wasn’t doing him any good now. He gripped the steering wheel and stared up at the blazing lights of the Christmas tree in front of the cliff house. The fog was beginning to roll in off the sea, stretching white fingers toward land and the house he was watching. There were no electric lights in the windows, yet he could see the flicker of candlelight and an occasional shadow as one of the Drake sisters moved past the glass.

  The passenger door jerked open, and Jonas Harrington slid into the seat beside Matt, shutting the door against the cold.

  “Dammit, Jonas, you scared the hell out of me!” Matt snapped. He hadn’t realized just how jumpy he was until Jonas had pulled the door open.

  “Sorry about that.” Jonas sounded as pleasant as ever. Too pleasant. Matt turned his head to look at his childhood friend. “What are you doing out here? It’s cold, and the fog’s coming
in. You aren’t stalking our Kate, are you?”

  Matt studied his friend’s face. He was smiling, looking amicable, but his eyes were ice-cold. “Of course I’m stalking Kate. Do you think I’ve lost my mind? That woman belongs with me.” He grinned to relieve the tension gathering between them. “I just have to figure out how to convince her of that. What are you doing here? And why didn’t I see the headlights of your car?” He glanced in the rearview mirror and noted Jonas had cruised silently up behind him.

  “I ran without headlights, didn’t want to scare you away. What happened tonight? Why are they all upset?” There was no obvious accusation in the voice, but Matt had been around Jonas his entire life, and he recognized the underlying note of suspicion.

  “What the hell are you trying to say, Jonas? Spit it out and quit beating around the bush.” Temper was beginning to flare. “I’ve had a hell of an evening, and you aren’t helping.”

  Jonas shrugged. “I did just spit it out. They’re upset. I can feel it. All of them, every single sister. Does it have something to do with you and Kate?”

  “What kind of question is that? Hell, yes, I want Kate. And yes, I’d do just about anything to get her, but I sure wouldn’t lay a finger on her if she didn’t want me to, and I wouldn’t ever hurt her. Is that what you want to know?”

  Jonas nodded. “That’s about what I was looking for. I’d hate to have to kick your ass, but if you hurt that girl, I’d have to do it.”