Eternal Flame (Guardians, Book One) by Valerie Twombly (8 page)

Her cheeks went rosy. “That would be nice, yes.”

He opened the door and stepped into the darkness. Once out of sight of the house, he pulled out his cell phone. Baal answered on the second ring.

“I need a favor. I have a female I need guarded against Odage. Don’t let her out of your sight.” He rattled off the address then stabbed the ‘end call’ button on his phone.

* * * *

Cassie closed the door behind Marcus and leaned against it. The coolness seeped into her skin, helping dissipate the heat. Never in her life had a man affected her in such a way. When he pulled her close on the walk home, she felt at peace. Something that evaded her for many years, ever since John left her on their wedding day.

Her mind raced back to that dreadful moment five years ago. She’d been clueless, mindlessly planning her wedding, never noticing the signs. John had become withdrawn, but she'd blamed it on wedding jitters. On the day that was to be the happiest of her life, she woke up to find a note from him. He’d left and gone back to California. Said he decided he wanted children of his own.

She’d been crushed. Her infertility had never been an issue in their relationship. They always talked about adopting, so many children needed their love.

She spiraled into depression. Stayed in bed for days, not eating. Had it not been for Jill, she might have never pulled out of it. She’d sworn off men until now. Marcus did something to her, stirred a passion she’d thought burned out long ago.
He’ll break my heart, I can’t live through that again.

“Fool, you’re not really living now.” Cassie sighed. No, she wasn’t. She’d been numb for too long; perhaps it was time to live again.

Exhausted, she headed for her room and fell into bed. Sleep overtook her as soon as her head hit the pillow.

* * * *

Marcus flashed back to New York. Here, he could open a gateway to Vandeldor without being seen. Rule four of the guardian’s manual, don’t draw attention to yourself. Fuck, if he had to count every time he'd broken a rule, well, he was sure he couldn’t count that high.

Once there, he left Daniel with instructions. Contact all the Chosen worldwide and gather any information on missing humans and demons. Somewhere there had to be a connection between Odage and the slave trades.

He flashed into Gwen’s living room. He’d talk to Aidyn after he saw his sister. “Gwen?”

She poked her head out from the kitchen. “Marcus. I felt a disturbance and figured it was you. Come, I’m making tea.”

He strolled into the kitchen, giving his sister a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He took a seat. and a grin formed on his face. On her table was ivory lace fabric with a crystal vase of fresh-cut lavender.

“Seems you and someone else I know have similar taste,” he said nodding to the flowers.

“Really? Who would that be?” she asked, placing two cups in front of him, pouring oolong tea into each one.

“Cassie.”

“Who is…?” She gasped. “Marcus, you found her?” She took a seat across from him.

“Yep, I found her in New Orleans, and now I have Baal watching her.” He rubbed his forehead; he should have fed again before he came back home. The memories he pulled from Cassie had cost him more than he thought.

She frowned. “Why do you have Baal watching her? And what’s wrong with you?”

He proceeded to fill her in on how he first met Cassie at a local club. He then told her about the fear he experienced before he found her shaking on a darkened street.

He finished up with taking her memories and what she had seen. “So that is why I have Baal watching over her. I needed to return home, and I’m terrified to leave her without protection. I’m also weaker than I thought.”

She sipped her tea and held out her wrist. “Take what you need, brother.”

“Thanks, sis.” While vampire blood wasn’t as potent as human, it would suffice in a pinch. The gods meant for the guardians to consume their sacrifice from the mortals so had made human blood superior. While food nourished them, blood gave them life and durability. Without it, they grew as weak as the humans they protected.

“Marcus, I’m so glad you have found her. The mating bond must be exceptionally strong for you to have felt her emotions so quickly.”

He sealed the puncture. “Have you had any other visions?”

“Yes, you must call on Zarek. He will give you the information you seek.”

Violence flickered in his expression. “Why the fuck didn’t he give me that information when he decided to gift me with a mate?” He had to go into dragon territory to summon the god, and it pissed him off.

“Why are you so angry? You have been blessed.”

He cringed; no one understood. “Because I don’t want a damn mate!” His voice carried across the room.

Gwen remained calm, her grace ever present. “Brother, you need to let go of Eliza. She would not want you to live like this. It’s been three hundred years, move on.”

He gave her a leveled look. She was right, and deep in his heart he knew it. “I need to go, thanks for everything.” He stormed out the door.

He left Gwen’s and made his way toward Aidyn’s home. He opened his mind and found the mental link to his king.
Aidyn, I’m coming to see you. I have interesting news about Odage.

Excellent, I also have some things I need to fill you in on.

I’ll walk. I need time to think.

I will be here when you arrive.

He picked his way along the jagged rocks, following the lane higher up the cliff. Aidyn’s home sat at the top of an outcrop looking over the Lejir Sea. He stopped for a moment and looked beyond the rocks. Peace encompassed him, and he found his mind wandering to Cassie. Would she appreciate the serenity of this place the way he did? He thought about his pending visit to Zarek, still unsure if he wanted to make Cassie his mate. He’d go. At least some questions might get answered. What would he tell her?
Oh by the way, I’m a vampire. Let me flash you to another realm.
Yep, she’d fucking freak.

When he reached the top, he spotted Aidyn sitting, watching the sunset over the sea. He crossed the patio and took a seat next to his king.

“Seth has already filled me in on the details he uncovered about Odage,” Aidyn said.

“Good. Have you spoken with Caleb?”

“Yes, it didn’t go well. As a matter of fact, he will be joining us shortly, along with Garin and Seth.”

“What happened?” Marcus asked.

Aidyn remained indifferent, sitting in his wicker chair, staring at the water. “He’s pissed that I accused his leader of murder. Needless to say, we are treading on extremely thin ice here.”

Marcus shifted in his seat. War with the Draki would not be good. The dragons were the most powerful of the faction. “What’s your stand on this?”

The king turned his head and pierced him with cold eyes. “I will kill Odage, as soon as I can find him.” Changing the mood, he smiled and said, “Now tell me, who is this Cassie?”

Damn, he’d found out. Marcus again relayed the story about meeting her but, more important, the memories he recovered from her that proved Odage was up to something. A disturbance in the air announced the arrival of Garin and Seth, followed by Caleb.

Aidyn rose from his seat. “Excellent, everyone’s here. Let’s go to my office.”

The five men strolled into the house. Once everyone was in the room and seated at the large conference table, Aidyn spoke, “Caleb, Seth has come back with some information on Odage.”

Caleb swung his head around, pinning his brown eyes on Seth. “Do you know where he is?”

“No. But I do know that he took a woman from New Orleans,” Seth answered.

Caleb’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned in toward Seth. Clearly, he meant to intimidate the vampire. “And you know this how?”

Seth moved closer, letting the dragon know he would not be terrorized. “There was a witness who saw her leave with Odage. I took his memories and saw him myself.”

Caleb snorted. “So he found a whore to spend the night with. That doesn’t make him guilty of kidnapping.”

“There’s more,” Marcus said. “The woman I was with saw a man fitting Odage’s description turn a bum into a minion.”

Caleb threw his head back and laughed. “Odage doesn’t have that kind of power. Your female is mistaken.”

Aidyn stood, slamming his palms on the table. He leaned toward Caleb with a sneer on his face. “Then where is he? You are either hiding him, or you don’t have a fucking clue where the murdering bastard is.”

Caleb shot up from his chair and moved in so close he was nose to nose with the vampire king. The warriors placed a hand on their weapons but didn’t make a move. “I do not have to answer to you— vampire.”

Aidyn hissed. His fangs elongated, and his muscles rippled with anger. “Your leader must answer to murder charges according to our laws.”

Caleb pounded his fists on the table. “Fuck your laws, and fuck you! I will declare war if you do not cease this action against Odage.”

Marcus stiffened as did Garin and Seth. Things were going to hell fast, and it looked like it was going to get nasty. All three warriors were ready to pounce at any moment should the threat against their king become real. Marcus linked with Garin and Seth.
Stay focused, men. Don’t attack unless I give the order.

Aidyn clenched his fists. “You are second in command, Caleb. You can only declare war if your ruler is missing. You have no idea where he is or…maybe you do, and you’re in this together.”

Shit, this might be the gem that breaks the dragon's back. Marcus stood.
My lord, please, step away from Caleb.

Caleb’s eyes glistened with anger. “You now accuse me of murdering your queen? The dragons withdraw their alignment with you, Aidyn. From this point forward, we are enemies.” Caleb vanished.

Aidyn murmured under his breath. “So be it.”

Marcus released the grip on his dagger and let out a breath. This entire scene burned him. Caleb had once been a trusted friend and a fierce warrior, one who would not be easily taken. He understood defending his leader, hell, he’d do the same for Aidyn no matter what the king was accused of.

“Garin and Seth, go prepare the others for the possibility of war. Marcus, I will speak with you,” Aidyn said.

Garin and Seth bowed. “Yes, my lord.” Then vanished.

Once they left, Aidyn turned to Marcus, the mental push he received from his king meant he better not fuck up. “Let go of my sister, Marcus, and claim your mate.” His voice gentled. “I fear she may need our protection.”

Chapter Seven

Hot water rolled across his body, he wanted to burn the sting of Aidyn’s last words off his skin. “Claim your mate.” He reached for the soap and scrubbed, wondering if he could wash away his desires. It wasn’t working. He imagined her hands running down his chest.
Soft, wet, naked curves pressing against him.

“Fuck.” He reached for the faucet and forced it to cold.

Once toweled off, he threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, strapped a dagger to the outside of each thigh and tied his hair back. He scooped the amulet off the nightstand as he walked by and placed it around his neck then flashed to the mountains.

He entered the Cave of the Gods. His senses reached out and scanned the area, no dragons. Hopefully, they were hunting, and he’d be gone before they got back. No telling how they would react if they discovered him in their territory. He’d like to think Caleb would turn the other cheek, but who knew if the Draki would still consider this cave a neutral zone.

It had been years since he last came here. He’d forgotten how majestic it looked. The walls swirled with iridescent colors of blues, greens, purples and yellows. Tiny veins of diamonds and rubies shimmered throughout. Steam rose from a pool in the center of the cave, sending droplets of water scattering on the rocks. At one time, the water was used to birth their children. The mother would sit in the shallows and birth the child into its warmth. He stared at his reflection, there hadn’t been any children born since the war. The thought of his mate’s belly swollen with his child caused him to smile. Would this be the fresh start the guardians needed? He shook his head—not with the curse looming over them. A cure had to be found.

He moved to a large, flat rock along the edge of the pool and knelt on both knees. Removing the amulet from around his neck, he placed it on the rock in front of him. His fangs extended, and he bit into his wrist, blood splattered on the amulet. His sacrifice complete.

Marcus chanted, speaking the traditional draconic language, a language humans had forgotten long ago. For centuries, it was the only language immortals used until the English language was born.

“Zarek,
ithquent di haurach
, god of fate.
Vi vrak di ithquent lasauic
, a child of god summons thee.”

“What do you wish, my son?” a stern voice called from behind.

Marcus spun around on his knees and looked up at the god who towered over him. He never knew what to expect, this time Zarek wore a pair of faded jeans nestled low on his hips. His jet black hair was pulled into a single braid— were those leaves and a stick poking out of his hair?
Oops.
He feared he might have interrupted the god's playtime.
Too fucking bad.
A god could choose to ignore a summons, except when summoned to this place. They were bound by their own laws to appear.

Zarek glared, his gaze burning a hole in him. “Well?”

He hid a smile. “Father, I have come seeking knowledge. You’ve blessed me with a mate, but she is human and I don’t know what to do.”

“Ah yes, Cassandra. She is a beautiful woman and will make a suitable mate,” Zarek said.

He bowed his head. “Thank you, Father, for giving me another chance.”

“Eliza’s death was not your doing. Some things are beyond your control.”

His jaw clenched. “Why? Why did you not save her or any of the others?”

Zarek’s nostrils flared, and he bared his teeth. “It is not for you to question what I do, Marcus.”

“Yes, my lord.” He lowered his eyes and awaited his fate. He expected the god to strike him down and wondered if his death would be swift and painless or if Zarek would torture him for days until he begged for mercy.