Dominion Rising: 23 Brand New Science Fiction and Fantasy Novels

by White, Gwynn

His voice sounded almost tired.

  Not just tired. Sad.

  “Sleep… Now.”

  The room, that piercing light gaze, the fire and everything around me disappeared.

  I didn’t even remember closing my eyes.

  27

  Willful Illusions

  I heard the voice before I could force open my eyes.

  It must have woken me, but I felt no transition. Instead, it was like I was lost in a silent, blue-tinged pool of in-between, my mind wrapped in warm, clear light, soft as feathers.

  I felt safe there. I felt so safe.

  Only the voice intruded on that feeling.

  “Allie,” it said, softer. “Come on, baby… we have to get up.”

  Fingers caressed my face, brushing back my hair.

  The touch was light, gentle, but I winced. I didn’t want to leave those feather-like clouds. I didn’t want to leave that place, but the off-key notes kept intruding, forcing me back to where everything was gray and dull, where I didn’t belong.

  I resented it, even as I tried to hold on to that softer place.

  “Hey,” he said, his mouth close to my ear. I felt his lips on my cheek, then my forehead. “Come on, Allie-angel,” he coaxed. “You’re far too pretty to stay asleep all morning.”

  Frowning, I managed to open my eyes.

  Immediately I winced, that time from the light. Not like the light hurt really; it was brighter than I expected, but it felt more as if my eyes were greeted by too much in general, more information than I could wrap my brain around right then.

  It was so much easier in that other place, where everything was still, and so quiet.

  Like floating. Swimming through a golden ocean of light…

  White wings beat above me, so clear and soft I could imagine they were tinged blue.

  “Allie, come on,” the voice coaxed. “I know you’re hungover, but I’m getting really hungry. I want you to come downstairs with me. There’s a diner right across the street that’s supposed to serve a killer brunch.”

  I opened my eyes for longer that time.

  A familiar face hung over mine.

  Dark blue eyes softened when I looked up at them. Smiling back, I rubbed my face, stretching my back. My back hurt. My arms hurt, like someone had been playing tug a war, using my body as the rope. My wrists hurt, my legs.

  My head pounded, but that much was in the distance still.

  It was hard not to want to go back to that other place. It felt so familiar, wherever it was, but it was slipping away from me already.

  “What time is it?” I managed, stretching again.

  “Ten,” he said, glancing at the night table by the bed. He pulled the covers up, wrapping his arms around me. When I let my body go soft, he pulled me tighter against him. “Aren’t you hungry, baby?”

  “A little.”

  “Want some coffee?”

  I smiled. “Do you even need to ask?”

  He caressed my hair out of my face, and I blinked up at him again, smiling more.

  He fingered my neck, and I winced at something he touched. “What’s up with the teeth marks?” he said, his voice teasing. “Did I do that? Or do I need to beat someone up?”

  Frowning, I tried to think. “Teeth marks?”

  “That’s what it looks like. You don’t remember?”

  My fingers found the part of my neck he’d touched, and I winced again, feeling an uneven line in my skin. A deeper pain whispered through my chest as I fingered it. I fought to think, staring up at the ceiling, my brow furrowed.

  “Is it a problem that I don’t remember coming back here last night?” I said.

  He grinned. “I’m not surprised. You were hammered, Allie-girl. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that blasted before.”

  “Really?” I frowned, trying to remember. I remembered the shots with Cass, then not a lot else. “I didn’t do anything too embarrassing, did I?”

  “You mean other than leaving the club before my band started? Disappearing for like ten hours then being brought back here by that cop? Making us all go through interrogation because he was half-convinced you were on some kind of illegal drug?”

  “What?” I opened my eyes, suddenly wide, wide awake. “What did I do?”

  Jaden chuckled, kissing my face. “It’s okay, baby. You needed to blow off some steam. You’ll probably need to patch things up with Jon, though. He was pretty freaked out. I guess you dropped your headset outside the club, so he couldn’t even use GPS to find you. You’re lucky he and Cass found it before someone took off with it.”

  I was still fighting to remember though, unable to believe I’d literally lost hours of my life, without so much as a flickering of helpful, if embarrassing, snippets of memory.

  I’d never blacked out before. Not like that.

  “What the hell was I drinking?” I said. “Moonshine?”

  I stared at my wrists, seeing the red marks around them, which were rapidly turning into bruises. I swallowed.

  “You said a cop brought me back?” I said. “Was I in handcuffs?”

  “Yeah,” Jaden said, brushing my hair back again. “I don't think he roughed you up, though. He said you fought him, resisted arrest… then tried to get out of the cuffs in the back of his car.” He smiled, shaking his head. “He seemed all right. A little uptight, but it could have been a lot worse. He found you by the park, he said. Thank goodness you at least remembered the name of our hotel, or we probably would’ve been stuck picking you up at the drunk tank today…”

  I groaned, flopping back on the bed.

  “Seriously?” I pressed a hand over my eyes. “How could you let me get that drunk?”

  “Me?” Jaden laughed. “I had nothing to do with it, baby. I was getting ready for the show. You want to talk to someone about your drinking speed––or, more to the point, you drinking a bottle of tequila on an empty stomach––you might want to hit up your buddy, Cass.”

  From the faint edge in his voice, I found myself thinking that conversation may have already happened between Cass and Jaden. Probably more than once.

  “…Anyway,” he added. “You already had a good head start on me by the time I got back from that photo shoot, if you recall.”

  I clutched his hand, feeling a surge of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” he said. “Why? Just because you scared me half to death, making me think you’d been raped or murdered and dumped in an alley somewhere?”

  “Not just that,” I said. “For missing your show. For ruining your big night.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t worry about the show. You didn’t miss anything. You’ve heard all those songs about a million times by now, anyway.”

  “That doesn’t matter… it was a big show. I can’t believe I missed it. It’s also why I came.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “If you want to be sorry, be sorry for scaring me out of my mind. Not for the show. At this point, I’m just glad you’re all right.”

  Glancing down at my expression, he smiled again.

  “Once I knew you were okay, I kind of chilled out. That cop had a good long talk with all of us, mostly a scare-monger type lecture about keeping a better eye on one another in a strange city, and not letting drunk girls wander off on their own to get bitten on the neck by guys who aren’t their boyfriends.” Smiling faintly, he shrugged, fingering the mark on my neck. “I think he let you off easy because he figured you were a dumb tourist. He seemed more worried about you than anything… he didn’t even charge you.”

  Hesitating, he gave me a rueful look.

  “Jon didn’t, though,” he added. “Chill out, I mean. Cass seemed to be a pretty good sport about it, but Jon, well. He was a little––”

  “Yeah.” I sighed. “I understand. I’ll talk to him.” Blowing up my bangs, I closed my eyes. “It’s different with Jon, you know. Especially after Dad died.” Pausing when I saw Jaden wince, I added, “I really can’t believe I just wandered o
ff… in New York, of all places. What a complete fucking idiot.” I looked up at him. “Why are you dating such a idiot?”

  Jaden grinned back. “You’re not an idiot. Just a neck slut with a vampire fetish, apparently.” When I shoved at his chest, he laughed. “We all do stupid things now and then. I just don’t tell you all of mine.”

  I grunted a laugh. “Gotcha.”

  “See, you have to learn how to hide your idiocy, Allie-girl. The trick is to make everyone else think it’s only them. So next time, no bite marks. And get drunk in your own city. When none of your friends are around. Or me. Or your creepily over-protective brother.”

  I laughed again. “I see. Words to live by, Mr. Donnelly.”

  Leaning down, he kissed my neck.

  “Did you really not do that?” I said, frowning a little. “That mark?”

  Jaden laughed, raising his head. “Don’t get paranoid. I’m pretty sure I must have. I was pretty wasted by the end of the night, too. And Jon asked you and your cop about a hundred times if anyone messed with you. You seemed really sure no one had. That cop said he found you alone and fully clothed apart from your jacket and your boots, which apparently you took off to walk on the grass.” Jaden grunted a laugh. “He said you were looking at holograms. You were trying to get closer to one in the park when he found you.”

  Leaning back into my pillow, I sighed, forcing myself to relax when he kissed me again. Once he let himself fall into what he was doing, he leaned into me more, putting more of himself into each kiss as he eased his body between my legs.

  Feeling him starting to get turned on, I laughed.

  I pushed at his shoulders when I felt his tongue in my ear.

  “I thought you wanted me to get up?” I said. “Coffee, remember? Breakfast?”

  “In a minute,” he murmured, resting more of his weight on me. “One of us up at a time is probably safer… and I never got to celebrate with my girl post-show last night.”

  “I thought you did,” I joked. “Bite mark, remember?”

  “It doesn’t count if we were both black-out drunk.”

  His fingers slid into my hair, caressing it back from my face, and I shivered, looking up at him. A pain started in my chest. Without thought, I raised my hand to where it started. As I did, I felt it again, that soft, feather-like presence, wound into a darker nausea in the lower part of my belly. For a moment, it was strong enough that I closed my eyes.

  Jaden raised his head.

  “What’s wrong?” he said, frowning.

  “Nothing.” I bit my lip, shaking my head. “It’s nothing. I’m probably just hung over.”

  But I was frowning too, feeling that presence skirt the edges of my awareness. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, or why it felt so familiar. It hovered like the faint trace of a scent, like having a name or a flavor at the tip of my tongue.

  The harder I tried to understand, to pull it closer, the more it dissipated like smoke.

  Jaden kissed me again.

  After a pause, I let the other thing go and fell into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. Jaden’s hands slid under the T-shirt of his I was wearing, pushing it gently up my body. His kisses deepened as he did it, growing more sensual as he tugged at my underwear.

  Briefly, the pain I felt worsened. The presence behind it strengthened, too.

  That time, I tried to ignore it.

  Jaden sat up long enough to pull his shirt over his head. As he helped me to do the same, the pain slowly began to dwindle, fading further into the background.

  By the time he started kissing me again, I questioned if it had been there at all.

  The tug of presence lingered, but only a little longer. A near-melancholy reached me in that silence; it reminded me again of floating in that golden ocean, that feeling of peace.

  Before I could find a name for it, the memory slid out of my grasp.

  Wings beat at me, soft, silent and crystal-white.

  Then the presence was gone, too.

  THE END

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  Rift Cursed

  Margo Bond Collins

  At night, the Rift infects my dreams, tempting me to do terrible things. Things I’m ashamed to even remember in the light of day.

  A year ago, my brother Brodric set out on a Rift-quest to activate his latent magical genes. My family forced me to wait until my twenty-first birthday to set out after him.

  Now I’m following the plan he laid out—the one he left for me to find. So I’m headed to Brochan City, the abandoned site of the strongest Rift activity in the land.

  Along the way, I met up with a refugee from another world, tossed upon our shores like Rift-borne trash. Coit’s too naïve to survive this world easily, but he’s a good brawler. And the other pilgrims I’ve picked up in my travels? They might be useful, too. I’ll never admit out loud that I’m beginning to care for them.

  I’m hoping to send Coit back to his world and get my brother back. Sometimes the Rift allows trades like that.

  Sometimes it simply drives petitioners mad.

  If we’re lucky, that’s the worst it will do.

  Part I

  Earth and Water

  1

  Them werewolves is a buncha A-holes!”

  From his position in the middle of the bar, Coit Dugger—named, as he was so fond of telling people, after the road where he had been conceived, far on the other side of the Rift—held up a tanker of what passed for the local beer and called for a toast.

  At least, that’s what he would’ve said he was doing.

  Coit wasn’t entirely wrong, either. As far as I had ever been able to tell, werewolves were, by and large, unpleasant to deal with. And in his own, inimitable way, Coit’s announcement of the fact was a kind of homage.

  Unfortunately for him, however, he was smack dab in the middle of a werewolf bar.

  All around him, ears in various stages of pointy-ness perked up as their owners’ heads swiveled toward my partner.

  Well, hell.

  One of the men seated in a chair around a small table dropped his elbows onto his knees, and I could see his snout starting to elongate, even as his teeth sharpened. I couldn’t focus on the hands dangling between his knees—they blurred back and forth between fingers and paws. I could tell with a glance which of the wolves in the room had more control over their shapes. Experience told me that in some ways, those wer
e the truly dangerous ones. The impulsive shifters were prone to making mistakes. The rest weren’t.

  “What?” Coit slurred, staggering up to a barrel-shaped wolf shifter still in human form and tapping him on the chest. “Hell, they’d tell you themselves. Ain’t a one of them would deny it, neither. Right?”

  I turned my stool around to face the bulk of the room, leaning back on the bar with one elbow. With that hand, I swirled my drink around lazily, using the motion to hide the way I was spooling my magic in case I needed it. Or more to the point, in case my partner did.

  It was a risk, using magic this close to the Rift, but I felt responsible. I had been too busy chatting up the bartender, hoping to find a guide who would take us closer, and I hadn’t paid attention to what Coit was doing—which, as it turned out, was drinking the place dry.

  Once I had the power prepped, I pushed up off the bar and dropped my feet to the floor. I could feel the energy I’d held onto crackling, arcing between my fingertips, so as I pushed into the center of the circle that was rapidly forming around Coit, I used that hand to pull my hat off my head. The motion would create a distraction in a couple of different ways, I knew from experience. I mostly liked to use the hat to shield my hand from view.

  But the sight of my long, dark hair cascading down from where it had been contained inside the hat didn’t hurt, either—especially not in a place this rough, this close to the Rift.

  “Gentlemen,” I said with a slight dip, somewhere between a bow and a curtsy, “please excuse my brother. As I’m sure you can tell, he has had far too much of your fine local brew to drink tonight. Also”—I lowered my voice almost to a whisper, opened my eyes wide, and leaned forward, looking around and inviting them to lean toward me, as well—“he’s more than a little Rift Cursed.” Keeping my eyes wide, I nodded and blinked twice.