Fantasyland 04 Broken Dove (86 page)

Not one.

Or five.

Or seven.

A sea.

That could not mean good things.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

“By the Gods!” another of Finnie’s friends cried. “The skies!”

Pressing in with all the girls, I looked up to see the sky filled with meteors.

Yes.

Meteors!

Red, black and blue little missiles, hundreds of them, maybe thousands were raining down from the sky.

They exploded against what had been an invisible dome but now it was not. Now, with each missile strike, a burst of red, black and blue sparks shot out and where they struck, a colored cloud of leafy or emerald green spread.

But there were so many missiles, the green cloudbursts were blocking out the sun.

That was not good either.

“Shit,” I snapped as I watched all this, taking in the wolves filling the space and Hans dragging Loretta toward the palace.

“This is not good,” Circe whispered my thoughts out loud.

It absolutely was not.

We were under attack.

The dome was holding up, the wolves seeming to be forming a perimeter around the palace, my mind came unfrozen and my thoughts centered on two things.

Therefore, I whirled.

As I turned, the doors burst open and Gunnar and Stephan came in.

I ran across the library in order to run out.

Stephan caught me with an arm around my waist and I struggled against his hold as the room darkened further, the missiles hitting the enchanted dome so furiously, the clouds of protective magic blotted out the sun.

“You must stay together!” Stephan demanded, controlling my struggles with irritating ease.

I stopped suddenly and turned in his arm.

“Élan and Chris,” was all I said.

“We are all safe in this palace,” Stephan replied.

That might be so.

But I didn’t fucking care.

“Until their father returns, I want them with me!” I snapped.

Stephan looked in my eyes and saw what I meant him to see. I knew this when he looked over my head. I twisted my neck to look at Gunnar.

He jerked up his chin and moved swiftly out the doors.

I could feel the growing panic and confusion drifting in from the others of the palace when I saw Alek and Remi appear in the doors.

They looked to Stephan and Remi ordered, “Close the drapes,” before he grabbed one doorknob, Alek the other and they closed us in.

Stephan let me go and prowled to the windows.

“What should we do?” one of Finnie’s friends asked.

“Nothing,” Finnie answered. “Just stay calm.”

I didn’t stay calm bit I did it unmoving. I stood in the dark room, staring at the doors while Cora and Circe moved around lighting the lamps.

Seconds slid by and my panic escalated.

“Come on, get them here,” I said to the door. “Get them here.”

Cora got close, touched her hand to mine and urged, “Come and sit, Maddie.”

I didn’t take my eyes from the doors.

“Sit, Maddie,” Finnie said from my other side. “Gunnar will get them here.”

I didn’t move.

The doors opened and my heart leaped, but only for an instant.

Meeta was coming through.

I dashed to her.

“Élan and Chris,” I said the instant I made it to her.

She looked into my eyes and replied, “I will go get them.”

She turned to the doors that Alek and Remi had closed behind her only to find Stephan standing there.

“Stay here with your woman,” Stephan ordered.

“My Maddie wants the children,” Meeta replied.

“Stay—” Stephan started but didn’t finish.

The doors opened again and Hans all but shoved Loretta through.

I was happy to see Loretta but, God!

Where were the kids?

Loretta rushed to Meeta and me. Her eyes were wild and when she grabbed my hand, I felt hers shaking.

Feeling her fear, it cut through me. Belatedly but it did it.

I had survived bad shit. A terrible family. An abusive, criminal husband. Transportation to a whole different world.

And I was Captain Kirk. Kirk didn’t freak. Kirk kept his shit together.

I needed to get my shit together.

So I grabbed both Loretta and Meeta’s hands and held tight.

“Just waiting for the kids to get here and all will be well,” I told them. “We’re protected.”

“Yes,” Meeta said on a squeeze of my hand and I knew she squeezed Loretta’s too. “Good magic will prevail.”

Loretta licked her lips and held on tight.

I glanced around the room to see the others were holding their shit and I took a deep breath to hold mine.

That worked some.

So I did it again.

Not great.

But better.

The doors opened and Élan and Chris were ushered in by Gunnar. I saw Laures and Draven out with Alek and Remi.

Laures caught my eyes and nodded.

Okay, the kids were here, the guys were out there, Laures seemed calm.

I was even better.

I nodded back.

Gunnar closed the doors, joining us on our side.

Élan ran to me.

I let my girls go and crouched down just in time for her little body to hit mine.

I wrapped my arms tight around her.

“It’s dark outside, Miss Maddie!” she cried, her little voice trembling with fear.

And we could just say the sensation was extreme when the ice in my blood immediately ran hot when fear washed out and anger washed in.

My eyes went to Chris, and I held his sister tight to me as I said, “Everything’s going to be fine. Your papa has made us safe. No one will get us.”

Chris came our way, his eyes locked to mine, and he stopped close, putting his hand on his sister’s back.

“It will be fine, Élan,” he muttered, his gaze still on mine.

I gave him a trembling smile.

His return smile was not trembling.

So
like his dad.

Unfortunately, the next moment, we heard shrieks coming from the hall.

Élan pressed deeper and made a noise of fear from low in her throat.

At hearing her fear, I swallowed my growl and felt the women pressing closer around us.

“Perhaps we should go to the nursery.” I heard Cora say quietly. “I’m not sure my Hayden will sleep through this and I don’t want him to wake frightened.”

“I agree,” Finnie replied, but her voice was uncertain and worried and her eyes were on Stephan. “The nursery is higher ground and we should all be together.”

“You stay here,” Stephan replied. “It’s a mistake to move you and Zahnin, Bain, Oleg, Quincy, Balthazar, Max, Annar, Ruben and Thad are guarding the children.”

That was a lot of protection.

I just hoped it was enough.

One look at Finnie’s face, which was still worried but no longer uncertain, I knew it was enough.

There was a thud that sounded like a body hitting the wall outside.

Damn it!

I jumped. Élan jumped in my arms. Murmurs filtered through the women around me. And Chris jerked to look at the door.

“We’re safe,” I whispered to Élan, smoothing my hand over her hair, hoping to God the boys outside were as well.

She pushed deep, whining, “I want Papa.”

I did too.

“We’ll be okay, honey bunch,” I told her. “He’ll be here soon.”

I pulled her even closer as more shrieks came.

These were close and another body thumped. This time against the door.

Chris whirled to me, his eyes wide. The little boy coming out, he couldn’t hide his fear.

And at that, fire burned through me.

Those fucking witch
bitches.

The women got even closer, Cora putting a hand to Chris’s shoulder and guiding him into our huddle.

“Miss Maddie,” Meeta whispered.

“We’re safe,” I stated.

“Miss Maddie, give me the child.” Meeta was still whispering.

Oh crap.

I tipped my head back to look at her.

I didn’t like what I saw.

“No,” I said softly.

She stared into my eyes.

“They blocked me,” she said softly. “Their power directed on other things, I am no longer blocked.”

She had been blocked.

She was no longer blocked.

She knew what was going to happen.

And she wanted Élan.

Okay.

Shit.

No.

Apollo’s words pounded through my brain.

Do you not think all this says that it is time we set the sadness and tragedy where it belongs and look ahead to a future that could do nothing but beam bright?

I stared into Meeta’s eyes.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Making my decision, I surged up, pushing Élan her way. “Go!” I cried and turned to Loretta. “Take Chris!”

Loretta instantly grabbed Chris.

“Maddie, it’s oh—” Finnie started.

At the same time, Chris shouted, “I stay with Miss Maddie!”

It was then there came a deafening explosion, the force of which blew the windows and curtains in, shattered glass and shards of velvet blasting through the air.

I reached for Chris and shoved him to the floor as we all hit the deck.

When the glass settled, I lifted my head and my eyes found Meeta’s.

“Take them now!” I yelled, rolling off Chris, coming to my feet and pulling him up with me, pure instinct prompting me to finish. “Take them to the wolves!”

Meeta rose, coming off of Élan who she’d thrown herself on, dragging the weight of the girl up in her arms and starting to run.

“I stay with Miss Maddie!” Chris shouted, and I looked to see Loretta was pulling him to the doors, but he was resisting her.

“Go with Loretta, Chris, please!” I shouted as the room started filling with mist.

Red mist.

Blue mist.

Black mist.

Bad mist.

All of it swirling around me, Cora, Finnie and Circe.

The men outside surged in and I saw all of Apollo’s men there and some of Frey’s.

Shit!

“
Miss Maddie!
” Élan shrieked and I saw her stretching her arms my way as she and Meeta disappeared around the door.

In her place, another Circe raced in, trailed by Valentine.

They lifted their hands and gold and green sparks filled the room.

I felt my hand tagged and I looked right.

Cora had me.

I felt my other had tagged and I looked left.

Circe had me.

I looked in front of me.

Circe and Cora had Finnie.

“Shit, shit,
shit,
” Finnie whispered right when the room faded away.

* * * * *

Apollo

Apollo followed Lahn into the stone room in the bowels of the Winter Palace, a room full of men.

And one woman.

The moment they hit it, Lahn turned to look over his shoulder at Apollo.

“Is this her?’ he growled.

Apollo had no idea what was asking and didn’t care.

Maddie was gone. Knowing his children were under heavy guard of soldiers, witches and wolves, getting her back was the only thing on his mind.

Lahn decided to take his non-answer as answer and stalked directly to Franka Drakkar, who was cowering in the corner under Oleg and Laures.

He shoved the men aside and Apollo watched as he lifted the woman by her throat and threw her across the room.

She didn’t even have time to scream.

Lahn followed her where she landed against the stone with a thud and he bent over, his face an inch from hers.

“Betrayal,” he barked, “carries harsh punishment.”

Frey, already in the room, got close to Lahn.

“For now, we need her alive,” Frey said quietly, but his voice was tight, controlled. There was anger in his frame making it stiff and he was avoiding looking at Franka, likely for fear of what he himself would do if he looked at her.

“I did as you asked,” Franka whispered, and Apollo forced his eyes to her.

Her gaze shifted from Lahn to Frey.