And his.
“We’re going to be married,” he announced.
“What?” Judy cried in distress. She grabbed her daughter’s hands. He’d neglected to put a diamond on her finger. Damn. He’d forgotten all about getting her a ring. “Tell me this isn’t true, Faith.”
“I don’t understand what you’ve done to her.” James wasn’t a large man, but he looked prepared to defend Faith against Horace nonetheless. “If you think you can brainwash my daughter and steal her away from us, you better think again.”
“She’s not brainwashed,” Horace said, flatly.
“And you’re not human, are you?” James’s candor surprised him.
Even after seeing what they’d seen, most humans, especially the scientific types, would try and explain away the truth by exchanging what they’d seen with a plausible lie. Freak ball lightning, organized crime, and mass hypnosis would just about cover what Faith’s parents had witnessed and survived.
“No, I’m not human.” Horace saw no reason to deny the truth to his future in-laws. “I’m also not a danger to your daughter.”
James peered closely at Horace. “What are you? And what in the hell could you want with her?”
“The marriage was my idea,” Faith pointed out. “I thought, considering the circumstances, that it would be best if we went ahead and started planning for our future.”
“Circumstances?” Judy jumped in and asked, her gaze immediately going to Faith’s flat belly. “Circumstances, as in a child?”
It broke Horace’s heart to watch Faith shake her head. “Sadly, no,” she said. “The other circumstances. As I had tried to explain the other day, Horace and I seem to be linked.”
“And what about your education? You’ve missed nearly two weeks of classes, not to mention skipping the class that you were supposed to be teaching. Dr. Newitt is furious with you,” Judy pointed out.
“My Ph.D. will have to wait.” Faith cringed as she said it. “There is too much happening right now. I need to be able to concentrate on the dangers at hand.”
“Like that madman who tried to shoot you?”
“Exactly.” Faith got a fiery spark in her eye. She was too innocent to know she shouldn’t take on forces like this mysterious Manelin alone. She was only a human. What could she do? Much to Horace’s chagrin, she announced to her parents, “Horace needs me. We’re a team now. Something or someone sent that horrible gunman to this house. I’m going to help him fight it.”
“No, she’s not.” Horace knew he tread on dangerous ground. They hadn’t finished the argument they’d started in the café, only postponed it.
He didn’t want to lose his temper in front of her parents. And it could be dangerous if Faith lost hers. Besides, in the past he’d never had to share his plans with anyone, especially not with the humans. “Perhaps this is too much information,” Horace said.
“They have a right to understand what’s happening, and what’s already happened to them.”
“They weren’t harmed,” Horace reminded Faith. “Not permanently.”
Her stubborn streak reared its pretty head again. But they didn’t have time for fireworks. Why have the power to control Faith’s mind if not to make things easier for himself?
“You are safe. They are safe.” Horace pushed his will against Faith’s. “We will focus on the wedding plans and not talk about anything else.”
Faith must have recognized his use of his powers over her right away. Her blue eyes grew large and a bright flush tinted her cheeks. “Don’t you dare!” She covered her ears.
He’d been too soft on her. For her safety and his, he needed to stop playing mister-nice-guy. Without speaking a word, he made certain his command to obey overwhelmed her stubborn spirit.
“We should discuss the wedding,” Faith said. Her anger drained away, replaced with a blank stare.
“I don’t see how there could be a wedding,” Judy said.
“You came to us the other day terrified and admitted that this creature”—James made an agitated gesture in Horace’s direction—“was trying to turn you into his slave. To take over your life. To control you. Knowing that, honey, how can you expect us to support your decision to marry him?”
“You’re right, Dad. It doesn’t make sense. But something has happened between us. We’re linked in a way I don’t fully understand.” Her voice still sounded empty. “We should talk about the wedding plans.”
Horace hated seeing her like this. He released his iron grip, freeing her thoughts.
“Then how do you truly know that this is what you want? How do you know you aren’t being controlled?”
“I am being controlled!” Faith snarled at Horace. “But that’s a different issue altogether. If he’d trust me just a little, he’d understand that.”
“I do admit I hold some power over your daughter,” Horace said.
James looked ready to deck him.
“Let’s all sit down and have some tea,” Judy said with a rush. “I’m sure if we have a calm, rational discussion, we can sort this all out.”
“Thank you, Mom.” Faith pushed Horace into the adjoining living room. He’d intended to stand, but Faith’s insistent tugging on his arm changed his mind.
He sat next to her on a long, white sofa that overlooked a bank of windows into the sloping backyard. A flock of small birds had landed in an elm tree. Had the birds landed there, waiting to watch the disaster unfold?
He should have never come with her to her parents’ house. They hated him and had every right to hate him. He’d never fit into a happy family structure. And never would. She must have sensed his discomfort. She tightly clasped his hand between hers and held it on her lap.
No one spoke while Judy fixed the tea. The tension in the room had grown untenably tight by the time Judy returned to the living room carrying a silver tray with a tea set that looked as if it had been in the family for centuries. With a graceful ease very similar to her daughter’s, she poured the tea.
The cup she handed Horace was chipped. He carefully sipped the hot drink, half expecting it to be poisoned. The tea tasted like a watery, off-the-shelf kind of blend, but harmless.
After everyone had been served, Judy settled into a chair across from Horace and slid on a pair of glasses.
“I suppose there is really only one important question that needs to be asked.” She leaned forward slightly. “Do you love my daughter?”
Faith held her breath as she watched Horace keenly.
“Love isn’t an issue.” At least not an issue Horace wanted to discuss. He briefly explained how they’d been linked and how Faith now controlled the lion’s share of his powers. “Circumstances have bound our auras together. There is no undoing what has been done—quite unintentionally,” he quickly added.
“I do promise that I’ll take good care of your daughter. I own Club West in the River North neighborhood. It’s wildly popular and making money hand over fist. I’m investing that money in a diverse mix of stocks and bonds. So you’ll never have to worry about her going without. And I’ll protect her. I have the means.”
James looked unconvinced. “I don’t understand what’s happening. And I’m not at all happy that you’re mixed up with this creature, honey. We know several researchers in the field of parapsychology who might be able to help you. Are you from outer space?” He directed the last at Horace.
“I don’t know,” Horace said with a shrug.
“They call themselves the Protectors. Even they don’t know what they are doing on earth.”
“Interesting,” Judy said. She got up and quickly returned with a notebook and pen. “And what about your parents? How did they raise you? What did you tell you about your powers?”
Not having parents to love and protect him had never really been a sore spot for him. That is, until he saw the fierce love Judy and James had for their daughter. Their close relationship dug like salt into a long ignored childhood wound.
“This isn’t
something I like to talk about,” Horace answered.
“They don’t have parents,” Faith supplied. “They’re all orphans who had to struggle alone in the world until they found each other.”
“Really?” Judy turned her attention back on Horace. “You had no one? No one at all?”
He shook his head. It hurt his pride to admit it, but he had no reason to lie. He’d missed not having what all the other kids had.
“You poor dear.” Judy’s expression softened.
“Now see here,” James protested. “I don’t want you falling under his spell, too.”
“He needs us,” Judy said. “Look at him. You can see it in his eyes. He’s lost. Faith is right. He needs us.”
James grunted into his teacup.
“No one knows the cultures of this world better than my parents. What they haven’t experienced first-hand, they have read and studied in the reports of others,” Faith said with great pride. “They can help us.”
She started to peel off her sweater to show her parents the lioness mark that he’d seared into her skin.
“Please...don’t...” Horace didn’t want to give Faith’s parents another reason to hate him.
“This is important,” she said, and flashed him a quick smile.
He didn’t know what that smile had been for, and he felt like a starving beggar scrambling to scoop up crumbs as he drank in how good it felt to see her smiling at him like that. He got all caught up wondering how he might get her to smile at him again, and had completely missed that she’d slipped off her sweater.
The skin around the black outline of the lioness still looked red and puffy. He vaguely remembered that his own mark that had been seared into his skin sometime during his two missing years had taken weeks to heal.
“It appeared a few days ago while we...um...” She had the decency to blush. “Well, I was wondering if you’d seen anything like it. We have no idea what it might mean.”
Judy closed her eyes and shook her head.
“What have you gotten yourself into, Faith?” James demanded.
“What?” Faith asked. “Do you recognize it?”
“The Sinchi-cuna,” James said. “Well, it’s something that looks very much like it.”
“Sinchi-cuna?” Horace asked.
Faith furrowed her brows as she shook her head. “It means ‘valiant now’. It’s a phrase that was used in the time of the Incas. The Sinchi was a warrior. A champion, of sorts.”
“A protector?” he asked, his heart in his throat.
She nodded. And so did her mother. “And the Sinchi-cuna was a name they used for the temporary leader of these warriors. Isn’t that not right, Dad?”
“That’s essentially correct,” James said.
“He’s writing a book on the Incas,” she explained. “I’ve never heard of there being a mark depicting the Sinchi-cuna, though. Is there one?”
“Well, not really,” James said. “At least, not one that has been verified. However, we recently stumbled across a remote tribe that believes themselves to be descendants of the original Incas of Cuzco. Their holy man showed us a cave high in the mountains. Inside this cave were several petroglyphs—including one that looked very much like that. He called it the Sinchi-cuna.”
“Do you remember the legend of how the Incas were formed?” Judy asked Faith.
Faith, her cheeks bright from the excitement of the discovery, nodded vigorously. “Their god, Ticci Viracocha, sent four men and four women, called The Brethren, through a window into our world. They were to be lords over the land.”
Judy fixed her gaze on Horace with such intensity it made him shiver. “These eight men and women knew no father or mother.”
“Just like you, it seems,” James said to Horace stiffly.
“No,” Faith protested. “No, Horace isn’t like them. He couldn’t be.”
“Why not?” Horace asked. Something about this story sounded eerily familiar.
“Because they were vicious conquerors. Cruel to everyone they encountered. They murdered, and those they didn’t kill, they forced from their lands. As they traveled across South America, four of them came to bad ends. Karma at work, I suppose. The remaining four fought a bloody battle to win a fertile piece of land between two rivers. There, they erected the Yrti-cancha, the House of the Sun.”
“There were other petroglyphs in the cave,” James said. “The holy man had insisted that one in particular represented a man he’d met.”
“And what did that symbol look like?” Faith whispered the question while she watched Horace’s reaction too attentively.
“It was a sun symbol,” James said, “but the holy man called it the Ccapac-tocco, the chief lord. A king.”
“No.” Horace rose from the sofa. He didn’t want to hear any more. It had nothing to do with what was happening to him...or to Faith. “No. I’m not a king.”
“No one said you were,” James said. But the three of them had already started to look at him differently. “The beliefs of this tribe are unique. I suppose by being cut off from the outside world for centuries, their culture and legends diverged from the rest of the Aymaran people. New tales arose from the old ones.”
“Or perhaps their legends are closer to those handed down by the original Incas,” Judy pointed out.
“Either way, it’s interesting. I’m hoping Judy and I will get to spend more time with them next summer.”
“Where?” Horace demanded.
James shook his head. “They don’t welcome visitors. I promised to not share that knowledge with anyone.”
“Where? Where did you see this?” He tore off his own shirt to show James the mark on his arm, a mark that could cost him and Faith their lives. “If you love your daughter, you will tell me. Where did you see this mark?”
“In Bolivia,” James said as he stared at the mark with a stricken look. “Last summer.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Bolivia?” Stone demanded. “There aren’t lions in Bolivia. Well, mountain lions, but that’s different.”
“I know it sounds crazy.” Horace slung the small bag he’d packed over his shoulder and tucked the last-minute plane ticket to La Paz into his shirt pocket. “It is crazy. I don’t know how to explain it. Those missing years in my past, I think I was there. I think I was with this lost tribe in Bolivia. I have to go. I have to find out what’s happening to me.”
Faith planted her hands on her hips and blocked the café door. “Not without me.”
“Don’t start this again, Faith. Please. I’m doing my best to keep you safe. Not punish you.” Of course he didn’t want to leave her, but it would destroy him if she came to any harm on the trip. She could be stubborn all she wanted. He wasn’t going to lose her.
“You know as well as I do that it’s too dangerous to take you along.”
“It’ll be even more dangerous for you if you try and leave me behind.”
“Don’t you threaten me,” he warned and hoped the snarling look he gave her would convince Faith that he planned to win this argument. She wasn’t going with him.
End of discussion.
****
His snarling didn’t worry Faith. Well, not too much. Horace had struck a rather menacing pose when she’d tried to stop him from leaving the café without her. And the way he’d tried to grab her made her wonder, albeit briefly, whether he was going to wring her neck.
He didn’t. When he finally caught her, he’d slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her until Faith didn’t know up from down.
“Seduction isn’t going to change my mind,” she’d told him somewhat breathlessly. And then stumbled a couple of steps. “You need me. I’m an anthropologist, remember?”
Horace didn’t look impressed.
She clutched the back of a chair since his kisses had turned her legs into noodles. Besides, if he came at her, she could use the chair against him like a lion tamer at the circus. “I can help you. And don’t forget I have full use of your powe
rs. You don’t. It would be dangerous to leave me alone for long periods of time.” She paused just long enough to make him scowl again. “You wouldn’t want me to have to find another anchor, would you?”
And that had settled that.
****
The crisp Bolivian mountain air filled Faith with renewed energy. Lush green leaves sprinkled with dew brushed her face as she marched along a slightly overgrown trail that wound through the Andes Mountains. She hadn’t realized how much she missed going on expeditions. Anticipation hummed through her veins as she looked forward to meeting for herself this forgotten tribe her parents had discovered.
Her old traveling gear and hiking outfit hugged her body like a trusted friend. She wore heavy khaki pants with pockets filled with useful tools, a lavender tank top with a white long-sleeved cotton shirt, and a pair of well-worn thigh-high hiking boots. She felt at home in these clothes and in this place. A smile pulled on her lips as she gazed up at the soaring emerald green canopy while a light breeze whispered through its branches.
Horace bit off a curse. He’d slipped on the hard-packed clay, again. And slammed into her back, again.
She’d tried to talk him into buying a pair of boots, but he said that they’d only raise blisters. Which was right. They’d hurt like hell until they were broken in. But at least he wouldn’t be sliding all over the trail.
It had never occurred to Faith that Horace would be uncomfortable away from the city. She loved getting away from the so-called civilized world. She didn’t want or need a trendy coffee shop around every corner. By the way Horace scowled, it looked as if he did.
He might not be willing to admit his feelings. And she hated the insecurity she felt when she thought about the control he held over her heart. But Horace needed her. She wished he would come to his senses already and realize just how much.
Did he still see her as his servant? His possession? It rankled her to think he could be that blind when it came to their relationship. But Faith resolved not to let her pride or his stop her from helping him. Whether he chose to acknowledge it or not, they were a team.
Sooner or later, he’d figure that out. She hoped.
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