Dangerous Lovers

by Becca Vincenza

  They were sucking the life out of us, and without a doubt Wilder, Cadence, and I were next on their list. Without fear, I charged toward the girl. My rage-filled touch froze her instantly, and she locked eyes with me as the ice consumed her. It was like I was the last person she expected to see bring on her demise. I kicked her, breaking the ice, breaking her image into a thousand pieces.

  I charged for the men next. I froze the one over Sophia, but just as I went to kick him I felt the other one pin my arms behind my back and for the first time in my life I felt cold, really cold. But that didn’t last long. A burn came instantly. I turned, grateful for the warmth and just in time to see the man fall to ash.

  To see Phoenix standing there, staring at me with gray eyes, which had fire in their centers.

  Chapter Eight

  My heart was thundering in my chest. Every emotion known within my soul was surging through me. It was enough emotion to freeze the planet, end life on this rock, but no ice came. It didn’t come because my soul was on fire. Those memories, millions of them, were flooding my mind. I relived every moment I had spent in the North Wing over the last five years in a split second. Every part of me ached to pull him to me in a warm embrace, to welcome him back into my arms in some way. I felt like the hell of my life had vanished at the sight of him. He was a game-changer. I didn’t even know him in this life but already knew I would never forget him—I would never get over him.

  The images of my friends vanished instantly, and silence came to the snowy night.

  “What did you do with them?” My voice quivered as I struggled to quiet my mind.

  Phoenix slanted his head ever so slightly, letting his blazing gaze ease down my body. Everywhere his eyes wandered, I felt a burn—the act of breathing was more than I could manage. That look, that one right there, was one of the thousands I’d craved to see aimed in my direction. My stare grew wider, and I was unable to hide how familiar he seemed to me. I told myself I was a fool when my reaction was not met equally. He was keeping his emotions at a distance, so much so that I doubted Skylynn’s words, at least the ones that said this boy somehow thought I was his.

  “Resting.”

  “They’re not resting,” I said as I pulled myself back into focus. “What were those people doing to them?”

  “Feeding.”

  A sick feeling climbed in my throat. I charged past him, but he appeared in front of me in that instant. “Where are you going, Love?” he said with an ache in his velvety smooth voice.

  “To kill Rasure. Freeze her to death.”

  “That’s my place,” he said with a lethal edge to his tone. I felt my soul seize. He was making my head spin. One second he acted as if I were some chore he had to complete, and the next he acted as if it were his place to seek vengeance on any harm Rasure had brought me.

  I felt both relief and anger at the same time. Part of me was grateful he was now here—I felt a weight lift. The other part of me was furious that he hadn’t been here until now. Anger won that battle just as I said, “This is not your war. That woman has tormented me for too long.”

  “Longer than you know.” His eyes fell into mine, and it took everything I had not to think of all those visions that were still fluttering in my mind. “I need you to let go. Die in peace. I will avenge your death. End her.” Emotion. He finally conveyed it in its raw form, without distance. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was the same one I saw when I looked in the mirror each morning. It was full of grief, pain, and determination to stay strong, move forward, closed off from the real world. He moved closer, and against my neck he breathed, “Please.” His body trembled slightly, as if that one word had sealed his fate.

  I swallowed nervously as I casually leaned my head to the side, meeting his forehead to my temple. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the burning sensation that was waving through my soul.

  “I don’t know how to live or die in peace.”

  I felt him tense next to me. The air around us became lighter. I knew this sensation. It was the way I always felt when I walked the halls of the North Wing or beckoned a memory of my family forward. It was the moment where grief faded and hope began to blossom deep inside.

  I pulled my shoulders back as I moved away from him. “I’m going to kill her, then I’m going to kill everyone like her.”

  Instantly, he’d gently pinned my arms behind my back, pressed his firm body against mine, and let his gray eyes bore into me. “I wasn’t there to protect you before, and it has cost me more pain than I care to dwell on…let go, I’ll follow you soon enough. I promise you that.”

  I gasped hearing it for myself. He did think I was his. He did remember me. He was giving truth to the memories that were flooding me.

  Under his touch, I felt passion, life. I felt everything I’d thought I deserved to feel—everything I wanted to feel with my almost lovers but couldn’t because I was in love with a memory that I thought could never be relived.

  “I’m not going anywhere until she is dealt with. I will not let her destroy my family name. I owe that to my parents—that is the reason fate did not let me leave this world with them. It’s my job to kill her. Let me go.”

  His grip tightened. “I’m your family. We have a family.”

  “Had.” I wanted to take that word back as soon as I said it because I knew that was not completely the truth, and I couldn’t bear the pain I saw reflecting back at me. I bit my lip in an effort to stop myself from apologizing, to confessing that the one thing I looked forward to every day was watching our life then and begging him to explain to me how come we have been apart, why he didn’t come back, what happened to me then.

  He tilted his head ever so slightly, letting his eyes fall to my lips. “Love, have you learned to lie…after all this time?” He let my arms go and slowly reached one hand for my hip and the other for my face.

  My insides caved in. This was not the first time I had witnessed him call my image out on clouded truth. I felt like I had stepped into my favorite movie or book, and I could not comprehend it. I couldn’t understand how real this dream had become. It was terrifying me. I was terrified to realize that I loved him. Not his memory, not the idea of him, or even the fantasy of him. I loved him.

  Within the next beat, his lips were on mine. I held mine firmly closed at first, not wanting to fall any deeper down this dark rabbit hole.

  But the warmth of his lips forced a gasp from me, giving him a way in. I was too far gone at that moment to refuse him any longer. As if his kiss were my source of air, I pulled him closer, let my hungry lips claim his. As his hands squeezed my waist then moved further south, my memories of him changed. Instead of watching this love affair at a safe distance, I was the memory. I remembered his touch. I craved it. I’d mourned it, now I was living it.

  In the North Wing, we were not always kind to each other—some fairy tale lovers—we were a real couple with real arguments. The fact is, we were both stubborn and at times had to agree to disagree. A kiss like this was exactly how every argument ended.

  Something wild inside of me broke loose and I found myself pulling him closer, letting my starving hands roam over every part of him that I could reach as his did the same. I felt a shield breaking away from my soul. I felt myself take in a breath of relief. I let myself feel vulnerable in his arms. I was letting him in.

  I’d been touched before, but never like this. Each time his hand moved, my skin ached, wanting the humming fire of his touch to return to the abandoned spot.

  Beats later, I came to my senses. I was dead. He was a phoenix, and I had people who were counting on me to save them. I didn’t have time to make out on some lakeshore. Reluctantly, I pulled away from his lips and leaned my forehead to his chin as I closed my eyes.

  “I missed you,” he whispered into the night.

  It was a reflex. I never would have meant to say my next words aloud. “Where have you been?”

  He glanced away, as if the last thing he expected was for me t
o acknowledge his words.

  “Lost.”

  My bank of memories was cruel to me. Instead of the bliss, they showed me what I saw this morning, our last night, him leaving to try and stop a war and protect his brother at the same time. That horrible howling noise coming from the dome room, the purple fire encasing the manor. I couldn’t bring myself to imagine what happened to me after he left the last time.

  I had to move away from him and stay focused on what I was doing. I couldn’t come to grips with what was going on between him and me because I was losing my mind, and I was losing my mind because supposedly I was dead. I had to fix this. I had to find a way to save us all, and the only way I could see to do that was to end Rasure’s reign.

  The water from the lake lapped onto the bank, bringing my nightmares to mind. Both of those dreams never let me back into that water. The first go around, I thought I was going after a camera; the second time told me it was a key. I didn’t know what the key unlocked, but I knew I was no fool and that if my living, breathing soul wanted it, so did my dead one.

  I turned to the water, but he was there blocking my way. I would be a liar if I said the power he wasn’t even trying to display was turning me on, distracting me from my anger. This was a new aspect to him, one that I liked. A lot.

  “Let go.” He breathed in. “Follow your almost lovers to the grave. I’ll finish this.”

  My eyes grew wide as my lips parted slightly, not believing the jealousy I saw in his eyes. Did he realize I was not in the same life he knew before? Or that they were not almost lovers, they were friends, they had become family? I knew his temperament well enough to know that he was trying to distract me. He was trying to evoke my defensive side, and in the end getting this key out of the lake would be the last thing on my mind. I had to stay focused. “Rasure is either going to die or be haunted by all of us.”

  “You don’t understand death, Love. How dangerous these thoughts are.” There was concern in his hard stare. I doubt most would have seen it if he spoke to them in this manner, but I both saw and felt it, right to my very core.

  He was going to give me whiplash with how rapidly his tone and stance were changing. I knew one thing, as long as I stayed angry, I stayed focused.

  “You’re right. As far as I’m concerned, this is a wicked dream. I have a paper due tomorrow, a portfolio that I should be working on, and a lawsuit against Rasure that is nearly won. Dream or death, either way I will win this.”

  He stepped forward and peered down at me. “Cadence does not share your rage. Lover number one—Gavin, is that his name? He has vengeance, but not for Rasure. For the man that took his sister’s life. Lover number two, now he let go of his brother’s death, thanks to you…but he’s not angry enough at Rasure to even understand what he is fighting. He, along with lover number three, no doubt will be eaten alive by her army.”

  I was speechless, frozen with uncertainty.

  “You’re vengeful. Rasure didn’t know what you were in life, but she knows by now, and she also knows exactly how to torment a vengeful spirit just like you. She’ll drive you to the point of insanity and force you to beg for freedom. A freedom she will never give you.”

  “Lies,” I said in a timid whisper.

  “I have never lied to you before, and I will not start now. Let go. Don’t drag your friends’ souls into this. They will follow you, you know they will, but they will not be able to hold on to you. They will be called to where their soul’s fight is.”

  “There has to be another way.” My gaze begged him for a solution, but the only one he cared to give was for me to let go.

  “There is,” I heard Skylynn say.

  She’d appeared at our side.

  “Don’t you dare show your face here. You’ve done enough,” Phoenix fumed, which ignited a protective instinct deep inside of me. No one talks to my friends that way.

  “Your anger is going to end us all,” Skylynn replied in an almost apologetic tone.

  “No, my anger is going to protect her,” he guaranteed.

  “Everyone else will eventually perish without her, without the two of you. You know that.”

  “I know nothing. You have weaved this web of spells so deep that no one can find their way out. I’m not going to pull her through this.”

  “Fine. I will.”

  “You have no say,” Phoenix seethed.

  “I have a say!” I yelled, not having any clue what they were arguing about in the first place. “I don’t give a fat flying freak about what you two are arguing about. I have an Escort to kill.” I turned to go to the lake, but Skylynn held my arm as she kept her glare on Phoenix.

  “We’ve got three choices here. You burn her, I find someone else to do just that, or we help her find her revenge.”

  “No one will burn her against my wishes, and you know that,” Phoenix raged through a locked jaw.

  Seeing that he was not giving in to her reasoning, she changed her approach, and the protective angel that had fed me every word to say to those psychiatrists and lawyers surfaced. “I wonder what your little Sunshine friend would say about this. If she would find a way to help her, send Guardian here to heal her or the others, if she would not ask her all-powerful witch to bring her back from death’s door. She is one of seven, and Sunshine, as you call her, would not let one of her sisters fall.”

  Guardian! He was still with him. Those brothers were still side-by-side after all this time. That eased me for some reason. But wait—why did she think Guardian was a healer. Exactly what the hell had these boys been up to all this time?

  “That is a theory. Nothing more.”

  I cocked my eyebrow, knowing deep down that the seven sisters was no theory. It couldn’t have been because my grandmother, who had nothing to do with either of them, had spoken of it to me. I didn’t have a chance to reveal that or question who this Sunshine girl was.

  “Genevieve is too far gone to be brought back by anyone,” Phoenix raged on, causing the reality of my situation to settle a little deeper into my mind.

  “Right, so burn her. I’d hate to ask Guardian to come to her rescue.”

  “You do not understand the dynamics of what you are proposing. And stay away from Guardian. They have enough to deal with right now without your conniving,” Phoenix threw back at her.

  I could swear I saw shame in Skylynn’s eyes. “Guardian knows that without this girl you will perish eventually, which means she is now in his path. Your call, Phoenix. According to you, either way we’re doomed, so why die alone?” was Skylynn’s quick and all-too-smooth comeback.

  He leaned into her. “You’re only dragging this out so I’ll become attached, so I’ll burn her myself.”

  Attached? What am I, a puppy? I turned crimson with rage.

  “Then save us some time and do it now.”

  “No,” he said flatly.

  “Give me one reason why,” she argued.

  He looked away, refusing to answer her, like he had already said it once and didn’t care to repeat himself.

  “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Skylynn accused him. “You know if you save her that she will demand that you save them, for you to sire all of her past lovers. You would rather her die than have to look them in the eye forevermore.”

  His glare met hers instantly. “There wouldn’t be past lovers if you’d told me you found her. This is your fault. Not mine.”

  “She was a child, Phoenix! She never would have understood, seen you through the eyes of a woman. It would not have been the same as it was before, and you know it.”

  “She hasn’t been a child for awhile. Do you honestly think I couldn’t smell her on those boys? Both Mason and Wilder reeked of her scent—you knew about that. You led them to her.” He leaned forward with a pained, lethal gaze. “What did I ever do to deserve that? What made you that cold, Skylynn? All you had to do was trust us. We would have helped you. There was never a reason for these games you play.” He let silence come to the night as he gaz
ed at me. I didn’t see jealousy in his eyes, at least not to the degree that Skylynn was accusing him of. I saw grief. “You robbed us. I could have protected her. It’s not about any past lovers, it’s about the fact that you left her vulnerable. You’ve been killing her for years. ”

  Skylynn rocked backward, as if his words had stabbed her where she stood. “I led them to her because I thought they were in our army. And I’ll admit that I was wrong about what role they were supposed to play, but I don’t regret it…she was too young.” Skylynn glanced away. “She’s real, Phoenix. Everything you have ever wanted is standing before you. Help me keep her where she belongs. With you.”

  Phoenix’s eyes moved to mine, instantly losing the rage they had been spearing into Skylynn. I could see him questioning his resolve. His long fingertips beckoned me closer, but I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I saw a fog leave my body. As it glided to him, it turned into a sphere. He studied the gray ball of what I thought might be energy for what seemed like eternity, then he sent it back to my body.

  His eyes locked with mine, and the second they did a wave of hot, seething energy swarmed through me like a tidal wave, causing my toes to curl and a gasp to escape my lips. I tried to hold my breath, to tell my chest not to rise and fall rapidly. I’d never been so revealing with anyone. What was he doing to me?

  My reaction caused his eyes to widen with surprise. I could swear I saw forgiveness and hope in his eyes. I was so numb, so at peace, and I had no idea why. I had to figure out how to block this boy. I could not give him control over me. What test did he just give me…and did I pass it? Those were the questions I was screaming on the inside.

  Beats later, I found my focus again. “Look, I have no idea what the two of you are arguing about or why I’m in the middle of this. All I know is I was dead when I woke up this morning, and I’ll bring death before the day is over.” I pushed past Phoenix, trying to reach the lake. I didn’t know why I needed or wanted that key, but I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was like I knew it was my answer—the first step in killing Rasure.