Believe: The Complete Channie Series (91 page)

An ugly, puke-green light poured out of Josh’s stomach. It wasn’t as painful as the gold light in his chest, but it didn’t feel good. He couldn’t describe the feeling but it was annoying as hell, like an itchy rash that burns when you scratch it.

“You don’t like the idea of me saving Channie, do you?” Hunter smiled.

“That’s ridiculous. It doesn’t matter who rescues her as long as someone does.”

“She’s gonna be mighty grateful to the fella that saves her.” Hunter’s smile spread until his grin nearly split his face. “I wonder if Channie’s momma used a remember-not spell on her, too?”

“What are you saying?” The green light pulsing out of Josh’s stomach intensified. He should be hoping that Channie didn’t remember him. They were too young to be married. But the thought of her showing any sort of ‘gratitude’ to Hunter made Josh want to knock the silly grin off his face with his fist.

Hunter’s smile faded. “Don’t worry about it. Ain’t no spell powerful enough to break someone else’s heart-bond.”

A flash of pain and light exploded out of Josh’s chest…

Moonlight streams through a canopy of vines and flowers. He’s outside, in bed, with Channie. Her pale blond hair, sparkles like spun glass. Her emerald eyes gaze at him with love and passion. He puts his hand on her racing heart. She does the same to him. Magic flows around and through them both. A woman stands at the foot of the bed. “When time and distance keep you apart, let love protect your spell-bound hearts...”

Josh’s knees buckled. He stumbled forward, blinded by pain. Strong, muscular arms grabbed his waist.

“It’s okay. I got you.” Hunter slid his shoulder under Josh’s arm and led him back to the sidewalk. He sat beside him on the curb and patted his back until Josh opened his eyes. “What was that all about?”

“I get these flashbacks. They hurt like hell.” Josh dug his thumbs into his temples. “But I can never remember them.”

Hunter rubbed the back of Josh’s neck. “It’s the remember-not spell. It don’t want you to remember. But your bond is strong. You’ll break through when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now.”

“No, you ain’t. Or you’d be halfway to Arkansas.”

“How do you know that’s where she is?”

“My power-name’s Hunter. It’s what I do.” He stood up and offered Josh his hand.

Josh knew it was crazy. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and most likely futile, but he wanted to go. He
needed
to go. He took Hunter’s hand and pulled himself to his feet. “I’m going with you.”

Josh
divided his attention between the road in front of him and Hunter’s erratic driving in his rearview mirror. Since he’d made it all the way from Las Vegas, Josh assumed Hunter’s weaving was due to exhaustion, so when they got back to Dad’s house, Josh fired up Liz’s espresso machine. “Have a seat. As long as you insist on driving that crotch rocket, you need a caffeine infusion before we leave.”

“I need a good night’s sleep, but that ain’t gonna happen until after Channie’s safe.” Hunter wandered into the dining room and slumped into a high-backed chair. He stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed his ankles. “Why don’t you tell me everything you remember since you woke up. Maybe we can piece together what happened.”

Josh grabbed a couple of cork coasters and set them on the dining room table. Liz would kill him if they scratched the finish.
Liz.
Josh prayed she’d be all right. He still couldn’t believe that someone had attacked her. “What do you know about Diego?”

“Abby’s husband? Not much.”

“He and his three boys were here when I woke up.” Josh fetched the lattes from the kitchen and sat down next to Hunter. “He told me what happened. I had a hard time believing him.”

“Tell me everything he said.” Hunter laced his fingers behind his head and closed his eyes.

There was something inherently trustworthy about Hunter. And Kassie told Josh to trust him. So he did.

Hunter did not handle the news of Abby’s murder well at all.

Josh kept his gaze focused on his latte to give Hunter a chance to pull himself together.

“I’ve known Abby for as long as I can remember.” Hunter’s voice shook. “She didn’t deserve to die like that.”

Murdered by her own mother?
“No one does. Diego blamed some magical book for—”

Hunter grabbed Josh’s arm. “The Book of the Dead! Do you still have it?”

“No. Channie’s mom took it.”

“I didn’t think she’d leave without it. Please tell me you still have your phone.”

“It’s in my pocket. Why?”

Hunter jammed his fingers in Josh’s pocket.

Josh jerked his hips to the side, scooting his chair across the hardwood floor with a screech. His latte splashed over the side of his cup. “Hey! Do you mind?”

“Hand it over! It’s important.”

Josh shifted his weight and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “All you have to do is ask.”

“You took pictures every time the book revealed something new.” Hunter flipped through the photos on Josh’s phone. “Here’s one I haven’t seen.”

“Read it out loud.” Josh grabbed a paper towel out of the kitchen and mopped up the mess on the table before it could stain the Brazilian cherry.

Hunter cleared his throat. “The stars and planets are nearly aligned. Blood calls to blood its powers to bind. Live your life as you did before. When the time is right, you’ll go to war.”

“Who’s going to war?”

“We are.”

“We don’t have a draft in this country and I’m not enlisting in the military.”

“The book ain’t talking about the U.S. of A. It’s talking about the
mage
war.”

“There’s a magic war?”

“Didn’t Diego tell you about the rebellion against Dominance?”

Josh shook his head. “I already told you everything he told me.”

“He left out some pretty damn important parts of the story.”

“Well, maybe you should fill me in.”

By the time Hunter finished, Josh’s head was spinning. Dark magic, spells, curses, power-names, royalty, war…

Josh set his and Hunter’s cups in the sink then turned around and leaned against the counter. “Was I forced to marry Channie?”

Hunter glared at Josh. Tendons corded his neck like rope. “You were
privileged
to marry Channie.”

“No offense. It’s just that marriage was not a part of my five-year plan. I’m sure Channie was a great—”

“Is. Not was.” A crimson flush darkened Hunter’s already tanned cheeks. “She’s alive.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that she wasn’t.” Josh resisted the urge to rub his aching chest. “But how can you be so sure?”

“I may not have a heart-bond, but I can feel her.” Hunter patted his chest. “Right here.”

“Are you
in love
with her?” Josh recognized the puke-green light pouring out of his stomach and tried to rein in his jealousy. He couldn’t even remember what Channie looked like if he wasn’t staring at her photo. He shouldn’t care whether or not Hunter had a thing for her. But he did. He cared a lot.

Hunter pulled something out of a sheath strapped to his ankle. He flicked his thumb. A wicked blade sprang out of the handle.

What the hell?
Josh edged closer to the wooden block on the counter that held an array of kitchen knives. Would he have time to arm himself before Hunter attacked? Would it make any difference? He had no experience fighting with knives.

Hunter scraped under his thumbnail with the tip of the blade. “I’ve been in love with Channie since we were fourteen. I would have married her if that damn book hadn’t interfered.”

Josh kept his eye on the knife. “Kassie said you asked
her
to marry you.”

Hunter shrugged and put his knife away. “She turned me down.”

“You couldn’t have the girl you wanted, so you
settled
for second best?” The guy had a knife and obviously knew how to use it, but Josh still had to grip the edge of the sink to keep from punching Hunter. “Kassie deserves better than that.”

“That’s what she said. Dating a janitor was bad enough, she wasn’t going to marry one.”

“Janitor? I thought you were a stripper.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Exotic dancer. Before I went to Vegas, I slung a mop at Monarch High School.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” It was a hell of a lot more respectable than stripping. But it probably didn’t pay as well. “There was an awful lot of money in that pillowcase you gave me.”

“Is it someplace safe?”

“It’s in my closet.”

“We need to protect it. Come on.”

“I can’t just walk into the bank with a pillowcase full of money. And I need to know what your little demonstration with the switchblade was all about.” Josh traced the faint scar on the base of his throat where Diego claimed he’d accidentally cut him.

“What demonstration? Haven’t you ever cleaned your fingernails with a knife? And I didn’t say nothing about no bank. It’s time you tapped into your magic. Come on.” Hunter grabbed a potted plant out of the dining room, some kind of prickly fern and headed upstairs.

Josh stood up then grabbed the table with one hand and his head with the other as a vision of blood, thorns and screams tore through his mind…
“You said you’d protect them!”…“I don’t understand. They’re all shielded.”…“Your shield doesn’t work on plants, stupid boy.”…”See what real power can do.”

Hunter’s face was the first thing Josh saw when the pain faded and he was able to open his eyes.

He reached out and steadied Josh with one hand. “Another flashback?”

Josh groaned and rubbed his forehead. He forced his eyes open before the pain, or the memory, completely faded. He glanced at the potted plant in Hunter’s hand. “Something about plants. This pain is killing me. Isn’t there a counter-spell or something?”

Hunter snorted. “Pain-away spells don’t work on magic.”

Josh’s head still ached so his tolerance for sarcasm wasn’t very high. And Hunter needed to know that he wasn’t defenseless. “Don’t piss me off. I accidentally blew up a tree yesterday when I got upset.”

“
You
did that?”

Josh jerked his head toward the sound of Kassie’s voice. She was sitting on the landing between the first and second floors. “What are you doing? How long have you been sitting there?”

“Long enough.” She stood up, one hand on her baby bump, the other on the banister. “Hello, Hunter.”

“Hey, Kassie.”

Josh glanced at Hunter. The golden tan on his face had blanched to a chalky grey.

Kassie narrowed her eyes at him. “How come you never said anything about magic?”

He shrugged. “We ain’t supposed to tell empties…uh…I mean magically disabled people.”

“I thought you loved me?”

“I did…I mean, I do…I mean…ah, hell.” Hunter ducked his chin and scratched the back of his head.

Kassie descended the rest of the stairs, passing Josh with barely a glance, and stopped right in front of Hunter. “You expected me to
marry
you, but you couldn’t trust me enough to tell me that you can do magic?”

“I woulda told you if you’d accepted my proposal. But you didn’t. You turned me down and tossed me to the curb like a sack of garbage.”

Kassie smacked Hunter’s arm. “I was scared! I’m only eighteen. I need a boyfriend, not a husband.”

Hunter dropped his gaze to Kassie’s stomach, but she smacked him again before he could say anything. “And,
no,
my baby does not need a father. She has me.”

Hunter raised both hands, palms out, and backed up. “I was only going to say that you were right. I ain’t ready for marriage neither.”

“Oh.” Kassie blinked then licked her lips. “Well, good. But that doesn’t mean I forgive you for lying to me. Or for disappearing without a word.” She pointed at Josh. “You’re in trouble too.”

Josh shoved his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t think you’d believe me. Hell, I can barely believe it myself. But I’m glad you know.”