He’s not upset I helped Michael? Maybe he knew where the conversation was headed. Should I be worried?
“You’ve no reason for concern, daughter. All will be revealed in time.” Aetha’s beautiful eyes danced back and forth between Zaren and Venus.
“You wanted Venus safe? You’ve accomplished that. She is safe. I believe there’s another reason,” Ith said.
Michael lowered his head, giving Venus a sideways glance. “Yes, that’s true,” he whispered.
“Michael?” Venus cleared her throat.
He lifted his head. Clearly, he answered, “I’m in love with Venus.”
“Aw, there’s the truth of it,” Aetha said, clapping her hands softly.
“What?” Venus asked, surprised. That didn’t seem possible. Surely his feelings were twisted because of their bond. “It can’t be true. You love Cheverly. Anything you feel for me isn’t real.” She searched his face and then nervously peered at Zaren. He hadn’t moved. Facing Ith and Aetha, she said, “Please remove the connection between us and allow him to return to his world. Michael can’t understand what he’s saying.”
Michael shook his head and turned. Taking her hand, he laced his fingers with hers. “Whether the Gods release our connection or not, it won’t matter. What I feel for you is more than some bond.” He reached out and grasped her other hand. Warmth spread through her fingers and up her arm. Nervously, she watched him, searching for a sign that the words he spoke were anything but the truth. He continued, “Having you in my life has mended my soul, helped me to believe I’m more . . . that I matter. Knowing you has made me whole.”
“I think you’re—” The warmth of his touch made it difficult to think straight. She pulled her hands from his, and bit her lip, uneasy.
His eyes softened as he pressed the palm of her hand to his chest. Then he brushed his fingers against her cheek, rubbing a thumb over her bottom lip. “My heart didn’t beat until I met you,” he whispered. She shivered at the emotional intensity radiating from him. His chocolate eyes melted her, filled her. He grinned. “I’m in love with you, Venus.”
Her heart thumped in her chest, wild. She held his gaze, stunned and then looked away, trying to organize her feelings. What could she say? No doubt she cared, but in love? A week ago she hadn’t even allowed herself to feel—anything—let alone love. Studying her hands, she started, “Michael . . .”
Ith interrupted softly, “Venus, you’ve accomplished your task.” She watched as he gestured toward Michael. The motion reminded her of ocean’s waves. Aetha did the same.
When they were finished, Venus experienced a change within, like a strong pulling. It hurt and she gasped. When the pain was gone, she knew the forced connection had been severed. But . . . some kind of link remained.
I still feel him.
To Ith and Aetha, she said, “This can’t be possible.” Beyond the bond between them, an attraction for him still existed—and maybe more. She’d never been so confused.
Zaren! And, there was Palmo to consider as well. Now that she’d returned, she had to think about her obligations to her family, and to her people.
Aetha let out a tinkled laugh. “Whatever your feelings for Michael, they’re beside the point. All we required was that Michael realizes his true love. We’ve discerned that on his end, the love he feels for you, is true. Abiding. Eternal.” Then her eyes became sad. “We never said those feelings had to be reciprocated.”
“But, that isn’t right!” Venus searched Michael’s face. How must he feel? What could he be thinking? It was difficult to tell. He stared ahead. From where she knelt, she couldn’t see any negative emotions. No anger or sorrow. Instead, he looked determined. At peace. Without a doubt, he loved her. “He can’t love me. He’s human. We couldn’t ever be together. Besides, I—” Venus stopped, unsure how to finish. Her feelings for Zaren were strong. She knew she loved him, but was she in love with him? Were her feelings for Zaren those of true love? She didn’t know.
Ith spoke. “Daughter, there are many things you don’t yet understand. What you need to know, for now, is that you’ve succeeded. All is forgiven. Know this, though. Those who bore witness against you came before us, personally. We searched their hearts and minds. What they spoke against you, they believe to be true.”
After a pause, he continued, “You must seek out those who’ve accused you of your crimes. That is your next task. And when you find them, you’ll know what to do. Start in Alayeah. With those who are close to your family. If you go over the events leading up to your exile, I’m sure you will realize where to begin. Hunt down justice for yourself, your family and your irrihunter.”
Venus nodded. Freedom! And able to pursue those who’d hurt her family and Sadraden.
Aetha said, “One more thing. Come here, child.”
She rose and walked toward her. “Yes?”
“Closer.” Ith chuckled.
Venus stood between them, nearly touching their legs. “How may I serve?” she asked, her head bowed.
They rose. Aetha said, “The time has come.” They placed their hands on her head. Aetha continued, “Venus, child of the bigger sun, we bestow the final rites of immortality upon you. In the name of Ith.”
Ith took over, “In the name of Aetha, everything we are is yours, to use for the good of Kelari, for the good of all worlds. Much will be demanded of you. Use your weaknesses to better yourself and those around you. You’re full of love. Your soul is filled with what is right. Help your people understand the changes they will be expected to make. Never forget that you are of the tribe of Suraey, born leaders of this world.”
Aetha spoke again, “You’re life will be one of service. Find the joy in helping others. Being a leader means more than giving orders. To be a good leader, you must first be a good follower. You are the newest kelvieri. Help your world and other world’s as necessary. The choices you make will affect generations to come.”
“Lead. Loyalty. Love,” Ith said with power.
Aetha, finished, “Lead with loyalty and love. Make that your motto. Follow it, daughter kelvieri.”
As Aetha spoke, Venus lifted her hands and noticed Michael’s coat and the book he’d given her had vanished, her arms exposed.
My book, she couldn’t help thinking.
Aetha said, “Daughter, you worry too much, especially for one who kept her feelings so far buried.”
Venus agreed as she watched her clothing disappear.
Blue light radiated from every pore of her skin. She felt a chill, like an ice cube, in her lower belly. The cold spread downward and upward simultaneously. Bigger and bigger, colder and colder, a throbbing circle of ice, pushing everything warm and mortal out of her body. It went down her thighs and up, into her lungs, to her knees and into her hearts, to her shins, ankles, feet, toes and her neck, the throbbing growing stronger.
Every pliable, dysfunctional organ replaced, and sustained by the organs of immortality. When the cold reached her eyes, the pupils dilated and her vision became more sharp—crystal clear. Her hearing more attuned to her surroundings, and when she breathed out, a puff that looked like smoke escaped, as though the room had frozen and Venus was the one possessed with warmth.
Her last breath of mortality.
She was changing.
As she changed, the elements—air, wind, heat and water—took on a new, more exquisite level of meaning.
Extraordinary that she could feel the shift. Her smaller heart stopped. The blood evaporated. In its place, the bigger organ, called the epsis, began beating harder. Venus looked down and noticed a green pulsing on the right side of her chest. It beat in time with the thumping of her epsis. As it beat, the green substance, called ephiny, flowed through her once-clear veins. When the ephiny had run through every inch of her body, she sparkled like an emerald green gem.
Behind her, she heard a gasp and figured it had to be Michael. Zaren wouldn’t be surprised by the changes, since he’d gone through them.
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er a while, the glittering green on her skin vanished returning once again to a creamy peach. Venus put a hand to her chest, feeling for the thump- thump of her epsis. It no longer beat.
Instead, her body possessed a vibration.
The cold hissed intense. Venus knew she’d burn up. Turn to ash at any moment. Or shatter into millions of pieces. The tiniest movement had her longing to scream. She resisted. Ith and Aetha stood so close. She worried about showing the Gods any weakness. Would they transform her back into a regular kelarian? Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth.
The ephiny would be replaced by the eternal substance they called, celestrum.
After what seemed like hours, the cold began receding. She took a deep breath. The motion felt amazing. In that moment, she knew the immortality transformation had been completed. She’d become a kelvieri.
Immortal.
Dizzy with excitement, Venus clasped her hands together and opened her eyes. For so long she’d dreamed about this moment. Speculated about what she’d look like. What she’d feel like. Gazing around the cave, everything her eyes lay upon shone clearer, brighter and sharper, as though a veil had been lifted.
The soft dripping she’d heard earlier now sounded like the banging of symbols. Easily, she located the source—a tiny hole in the wall, smaller than the head of a pin. Focusing on the hole, it was easy to see inside, the droplets of water forcing their way through the dirt and outward. A hitch caught in her throat. Such love and gratitude filled her for these Gods, her family, Zaren, her people, and Michael.
“Thank you,” she whispered looking first at Ith and then Aetha.
Ith smiled. After the Gods had removed their hands from her head, he said, “Child, it’s our pleasure.”
Aetha stepped closer to Venus. Sweet hyath permeated all around her. Venus realized Aetha was the source of the smell. “One more thing,” Aetha whispered.
Venus stood perfectly still, Aetha’s nearness making her skin prickle with joy.
Taking Venus’s hands in hers, Aetha kissed her on the cheek. When she withdrew, Aetha said, “You must surround yourself with goodness. Let’s start with some beautiful clothes for a beautiful kelvieri.” She paused and winked before continuing, “And a little something extra.” She released Venus’s hands and moved to stand next to Ith.
Venus saw a shimmering, sky blue blouse materialize on the top half of her body. The sleeves reached her wrists and V’d at the neck. The material soft as air—gauzy and light. Trousers the same color as her boots appeared on her legs. At her waist was a black belt. An irrihunter head, black and silver, with bright violet eyes and a pink nose, held the belt at the center. Touching it, she gasped, for it licked her fingers.
“What the—” She searched the faces of the Gods for an answer.
Light laughter erupted from them.
Aetha said, “You’ll understand when the time is right. Take care of Tortevia. She’ll be a guiding light in the darkness.”
Mystified, Venus said, “Thank you, I will. She’s beautiful as are my clothes.”
Eyes twinkling, Ith said, “Now go, and take Zaren with you. We have more to discuss with Michael. The next time we speak, let it be that you’ve brought your accusers.” With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed them.
“But—” She turned and watched Zaren rise. His face and demeanor were more relaxed than she’d seen him all week.
“Everything will be fine, Venus. We’ll make sure Michael is safe,” Aetha said, tenderly.
Michael still kneeled, head straightforward. Hair mussed, but somehow perfect. Venus started toward him and was surprised by how quickly she moved.
Letting out a gasp, she said, “Whoa.” Barely stopping before she ran him over. She peered over her shoulder at the Gods, her face hot with embarrassment.
They smiled like any parent would at a child learning to walk.
Sheepish, she placed a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Michael, I-I . . .”
“Don’t worry about me.” He didn’t look at her. Venus tried to will his eyes to hers.
One more time, let me see your face.
He turned, his chocolate eyes filled with his desires. She touched his cheek and wished she hadn’t. She realized she didn’t want to leave him, didn’t want to be without him. Ever. With a shudder, she pulled her hand away, shocked at the revelation.
“We’ll wait for you,” she said, her resolve firm.
He gave a slight nod, but had already turned away.
She faced Zaren. He reached out a hand, but Venus hesitated, unsure of herself, of how she felt. He dropped his hand to his side and headed toward the exit. Venus followed, at his shoulder in less time than it took to blink.
Zaren said, “He’ll find us when the time is right. We’ve got to start the search for your family immediately. Hope they’re—”
“Don’t say it, Zaren. They have to be alright. We’ll find them.”
They walked the rest of the way through the dimly lit tunnels in silence. Venus struggled to control her speed. Her feet kept urging her. Faster. Faster. Faster. Even with the burden of her unruly thoughts, the impulses in her new body demanded she move more quickly. She glanced at Zaren. He seemed weighted down in thoughts of his own.
Venus couldn’t help but see Michael’s face in her mind, over and over again. The look he gave her—the one she hadn’t recognized—the one that had exposed his love. For her. She’d accomplished her mission, he had fallen in love.
With me. She let the knowledge wash over her, like a summer rain. Warmth tugged her heart and with it came a longing. Letting out a huff, she glanced back. They’d gone too far into the tunnels to see Michael or the Gods any longer. She wanted to remain until Michael finished, find out what they’d said to him. Venus knew Zaren was right, though. She had to hunt down those behind her betrayal.
The first order of business—find Amberlee. This whole ordeal had begun with her. She intended to ask her sister about the tattoo on her arm and her involvement in this Order of Eternal Fire.
55. Ship of Fools
Frank reached and grasped the thin, leather-bound hilt of the sword, pulling it from the snow. Lifting it into the air, he recognized one of the symbols etched in the cold, blue steel. It no longer glowed.
“What do you intend to do with that?” Dervinias asked, moving out into the open, a few feet from Frank.
Frank watched the alien progress—slowly. Dervinias stalked him. Now, though, he had an alien weapon. Frank hoped this sword would kill it. Murderous thoughts of slicing off its head riddled him with excitement.
“Oh, you know. Destroy you and your kind,” he seethed, cutting the air in front of him with the sword. He wanted it to light up, like it had for Michael, but it didn’t. He liked the feel of the supple leather in his hands and its weightlessness. “Are you ready to die, alie—” Frank didn’t get any further because Dervinias was upon him, his large hands circling Frank’s neck. With a quick twist, Frank’s neck broke.
Damn! He was surprised his life didn’t flash before his eyes. Only darkness.
56. The Promise
Dervinias wrenched the Ostwallow sword out of the dead alien hunters’ grasp, thoughtful. An evil smile crept over his lips. The sword was a weapon meant to be wielded by a Formytian. Each Ostwallow chose its guardian, to be used for the good and honor of those sworn to protect. This one had chosen Zaren, yet it’d come alive for Michael. Strange. And now the boy was on Kelari.
He whipped and slashed the blade, admiring its death song. It wouldn’t come alive, but that was of no concern. What mattered—?
A high-pitched ping . . . Damn it!
Hesitantly, he answered. “Your Highness.”
“Don’t say another word. You’ve failed! Give me one good reason I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Because I have a plan. And it’s going to rock the very foundation of Kelari.”
Beguiled: Immortal Essence #2
Preface
Under The Bridge
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nbsp; The dream was venom to my sleeping soul.
It wouldn’t stop.
Night after night. Like the rising of Kelari’s suns, the dream was consistent.
Always exacting.
Always relentless.
Always unwavering.
An alabaster door loomed before me. I shivered involuntarily. Doors! Behind them lay the unknown. The door shimmered open and I stepped through without holding my breath like I normally did. There wasn’t any point. I knew I dreamed. The outcome couldn’t be altered.
One overwhelming emotion permeated. Terror. It saturated the air. Dense, like the molten lava dribbling down the side of a distant volcano. The fear wasn’t mine though. I scanned my surroundings for the offender generating the sensation, but saw no one.
Above was darkness. No moon. No stars. Only emptiness. Raging fires dotted the otherwise barren landscape like potted plants. Some of the fires rose into the sky. Others roared low, smoldering against the shadowed ground.
Directly in front of me stretched a bridge over a vast ocean of lava. I ambled toward the center, treading carefully. The lava roiled and hiccupped far below. Heat rose and struck my face, but the bridges’ surface was cool against my hands.
Movement caught my attention.
Something swam in the lava.
It was long. Half of its body covered with scales while the other half moved like a billowing red curtain. The creature burst into the air. I choked on a scream, falling back, slamming my elbows against the bridges’ floor.
The thing, a ferrikat, ascended higher and higher, passing the bridge and continuing upward. I noticed the “curtain” was actually fiery hair attached to a head. It had a face, which arched toward the dark sky. One nose, one mouth, and two eyes. The lids were shut, and long ruby lashes rested against its porcelain cheeks. Clavicle bones protruded at the base of the neck, where shoulders attached to arms attached to hands attached to long fingers, hung at its sides.
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