My Savior (20 page)

"How's the arm?" Aiden asked.

Keelan looked up, his eyes a little less wild. "I can move it." He extended his arm and rotated it.

Aiden turned to Darian. "Did you get Amelia's medicine?"

"Yes, though I have concerns about giving it to her." Darian frowned.

"Trust Rheia, she wouldn't give her anything that would be harmful," Colton said.

"I say, is the boy all right?" Bart said pointing to Keelan who had slumped over on one side, mouth open and drooling.

"Keelan!" Colton knelt down and checked for a pulse.

Bart turned to the pharmacy counter. "What'd ya give the boy?" he demanded.

"Just a little something to calm his nerves, though it shouldn't have kicked in so soon, it usually takes between thirty and forty minutes to get that sort of reaction." Bill said peering over the counter.

"Pick up him, Colton. Let's get him home," Aiden said.

Colton pulled Keelan into a sitting position and wrapped the witch's arm around his neck. "Come on kiddo, let's go home."

"I try so hard, but nothing changes," Keelan murmured incoherently before passing out again.

"I know, I know." Colton nodded and stood. "We'll get you home and then you can go beddy-bye."

"He is out cold." Gavriel observed.

"The only thing that could contribute to this type of reaction is possible sleep deprivation. Has he been sleeping?" Bill asked.

Or it could be that it affects witches quicker than humans.
Darian shook his head. Trust Keelan to find out the hard way.

The men looked at each other. "He did say at breakfast that he was having a hard time sleeping lately," Gavriel said.

"Then I'm glad he's getting some sleep now," Aiden said before turning to Bill. "You have my thanks."

Bill waved off Aiden's thanks. "He should be fine by morning."

Aiden nodded and they walked to the front of the store.

Colton lifted Keelan into the back of the SUV and shut the hatch.

"Colton, you couldn't put him in a seat?" Aiden asked frowning.

"He'll be fine, just drive carefully," Colton said hopping into the back.

Once they were on their way, silence filled the cab.

"You know he'll never go to the store with us again after this, right?" Darian asked.

That was all it took, first Gavriel then Aiden started laughing. Colton put his hands behind his head and chortled.

Darian shook his head and smiled.

There were worse ways to spend an evening.

*****

Amelia opened her eyes when she heard Darian return. She had been dozing off and on since he left.

"Did I wake you?" he asked stopping in his tracks.

"No, I've been awake for a little while. Any problems picking up the prescription? I didn't give you any of my ID."

He shook his head. "No, I was able to get it with no issues." He set a bottle of water on the nightstand, opened the paper bag, and pulled out a small bottle. He broke the tamper proof seal and gently tapped out a pill for her. He handed her the medicine. She placed the pill under her tongue gratefully, willing it to dissolve and kick in as soon as possible. Prying one eye open she looked longingly at the water but knew it would have to wait until the nausea subsided to take a sip.

"I'll sleep in the guest room." He turned to leave.

"Please stay." All she could think about was Darian wrapping his arms around her and never leaving. She wanted the problems of the world to stop at their bedroom door and leave them alone.

Quietly, he stripped off his clothes and climbed in behind her. On any other occasion, she would have done anything she could to seduce her mate. Their one night of lovemaking had left her with a taste for more, but she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Sleep, my love. Tomorrow is a new day." He kissed her shoulder and pulled her close to his body.

When the medicine started to kick in, taking the edge off her migraine, she let out a sigh of relief; sleep wasn't far behind.

*****

"How in the hell did you drug Keelan?" Rheia demanded checking Keelan's pupils the next morning at breakfast.

"I slept great," he said, yawning.

"You were completely non responsive, I thought you quit breathing at one point last night." Rheia glared at her mate who chuckled. Colton swallowed his laughter and turned his attention back to his omelette.

Amelia stretched. "I feel great, too. No trace of a headache now."

Rheia finished with Keelan by taking his pulse. "No more Valium for you."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned shyly.

Rheia sat down and pulled her medical bag into her lap and put her penlight away. "I need to get with Adam later and create a list of medicines and how different paranormals react to them."

Gavriel leaned forward. "Not to ruin anyone's good mood," he turned to Aiden, "what do we do now?" Everyone got quiet.

Aiden leaned back in his chair. "The council has reclaimed the remaining necklace from Adam and has it under guard. Now that they know what they are dealing with they are starting a new barrage of tests."

"You're kidding me, right?" Amelia said, feeling her blood pressure rising.

Aiden winced. "I wish I were."

"Aiden, it's no longer just a necklace. Those beads are people! They are trapped in a moment of pure terror, we have to destroy the necklace and set them free!"
 

Aiden turned to her sorrow on his face. "If it was up to me, it would have been done yesterday. But the council has taken over the investigation; it's out of my hands."

"So what do we do?" Meryn asked quietly.

"We do what we always do. You and Beth will take over my office to do your computer magic. Penny will go to school. Rheia will head to the clinic, and the men will begin our morning drills." He looked at Amelia. "You are to rest. I'm exhausted today just from watching you yesterday."

Rheia nodded. "I agree, Amelia. You stay put today."

Amelia snuck a glance at her mate. While getting ready this morning, she had noticed that he was even more withdrawn than normal. He felt emptier now than before they had made love.

"I'd like to watch you all train if that's okay? I'm comfortable on the training field. I grew up on one." She gave Aiden her ten thousand megawatt smile.

He smiled back at her. "Of course, but no joining in. I heard you hold several speed records in Storm Keep."

"I'll just watch," she promised.

Aiden stood. "Okay people, let's start our day."

Amelia turned to Darian and grabbed his hand. When he looked down, his eyes were devoid of emotion. "I'll cheer you on, okay?"

He nodded and extricated his hand from hers making his way toward the foyer. She had to do something. She was losing him! But she had no idea what to do or who to turn to. She debated going to Aiden when the conversation with Caiden popped into her mind. Darian had a brother! Maybe Oron could help. Taking a deep breath, she went to the hallway and grabbed her coat out of the closet. If Oron couldn't help, she didn't know what she'd do.

She went outside and searched the faces of the men. What if he wasn't here today? She took a chance and walked up to the first fae warrior she saw. "Oron?"

The warrior looked down at her and smiled. "No, I'm Larik Li'Milerlen of the Beta Unit. Oron is the one working the ropes." He pointed to the shirtless warrior doing battle rope exercises.

"Thanks!"

"Anytime."
 

She crossed the training field to the brother of her mate.
 

"Hello," she said.

"Hello, little one. I was wondering how long it would take before you sought me out. Did Darian tell you about me?" Oron asked, setting the thick ropes down.

She shook her head. "No, I heard about your relationship from my brother, Caiden."

"Brothers are funny things, aren't they? The only people in the entire world you would gladly die for, but they are also the only ones in this world who can drive you crazy." He grinned at her, his brown eyes full of life and light.

She couldn't help her reaction. She felt her face crumple as tears sprang to her eyes.

Oron looked around in a panic. "Whatever I said to upset you, I'm sorry." He wrapped an arm around her and cuddled her in a way that reminded her of her brothers. That thought brought on a fresh wave of tears.

"Shhuush honey, it's okay. Tell me what is wrong. I'll do whatever I can to help." Oron picked up his discarded shirt and started patting her face, accidentally poking her in the eye.

"Ow!" She took the shirt and dried her tears. His dejected expression made her smile. He was very bad at this.

"Excuse me while I go ask my Unit Commander to kick my ass." Oron sighed and went to walk away.
 

She laughed and pulled at his arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Though I find it highly amusing a few tears put you in such a tizzy."

Oron's face softened. "My mother always taught us that a woman's tears were priceless and should only be shed in times of great joy."

"Is that Darian's mother, too?"

Oron nodded. "In a way."

"Would she be able to help him? He's so very close. This morning he looked right through me." She shuddered at the memory.

Oron was suddenly all business. "I don't mean to get personal, but has he claimed you?"
 

She shook her head. "He won't chance turning and destroying my soul. We have been intimate though." She blushed furiously. "It seemed to help for a little while, but today it's almost as if he's worse because of it."

"There may be a way, but he won't like it," Oron hedged.

"I don't give a rat's ass if he likes it. I'll have Aiden and Colton tie his huge ass up if I have to," she fumed.

Oron chuckled. "Mother will like you." He pulled his shirt on before kneeling down to reach into his gym bag. He pulled out a small leather pouch, opened it, and turned it upside down. A large, ornate, silver ring dropped into his hand. "Normally, a fae returns to Éire Danu every thirty or forty years to replenish their light. We absorb the light and magic from the city. It's one of the main reasons the city is closed to outsiders. About six hundred years ago, Darian got into an argument with our mother. He had had a dream where he joined the Alpha Unit and supported the new Unit Commander here in Lycaonia. Our mother was furious, mostly because she was terrified. Darian was always the gentle one, the poet. He was a competent swordsman, but he didn't wasn't a warrior."

"He disobeyed her, and she banished him from Éire Danu. One of the main reasons his light is almost gone is because he hasn't been home in nearly six hundred years."

Amelia felt confused. "Then why doesn't he just go home now? Surely it's okay after all this time."

Oron shook his head. "Discounting the fact that my mother and brother are two of the most stubborn creatures on the face of this green earth, for some reason, Darian's light is dimmer than it should be. No fae has ever been so dark without having committed a great sin. If he tried to go through the portal to Éire Danu as he is, it would reject him. It's a security measure to keep ferals out of the city."

"Then what can we do?" Amelia felt as if there was no hope.

"That was before he found you. We can try something that has never been done before. Like I said, no other fae has ever become so dark without committing a sin, so we've never had this type of scenario before. But because you are his mate, if you were to go through the portal with him, it might recognize your light and see him as a mated fae, and let him through."

"And if it doesn't?" she asked quietly.

"It could kill you both."

"I'm not scared for myself, but he'll never go for it." She rubbed her face with her hands.

Oron cupped her face. "How much time does he have?"

Amelia was about to answer when she heard an inhuman roar to their right. Oron looked up and had just enough time to shove her out of the way before Darian tackled him to the ground.

"She is mine! Mine! Mine!" Darian growled and spat.

"Guess that answers that question," Oron said and grunted as Darian's fist made contact with his stomach.

"Darian, stop!" She didn't move in time and was knocked to the ground by their flailing bodies.

"Quinn! Tangled Web!" Oron yelled wrestling with Darian trying to keep him under control.

Amelia watched as a warrior ran over already reciting a spell. She felt a rush and her magic sung! He was using earth magic.

Trunculi Laqueumin!

Oron jumped out of the way as hundreds of thin tendril roots shot from the ground and wove themselves around Darian. Her mate snarled and hissed, his eyes completely black. She pulled her knees to her chest unable to face the reality that she had lost him.

"Oron!" Aiden yelled running up to them.

"I have to take him home sir. It's his only chance."
 

Aiden helped her to her feet. "Don't give up yet. I don't make it a habit of losing men, and we're not going to start now." He kissed her forehead.

Oron searched the ground for the silver ring he had pulled out earlier. He picked it up and slid it on his right ring finger. He easily picked up Darian and slung him over one shoulder. He held a hand out. "Amelia, hurry!"

Startled, she took his hand.

He looked down at her. "Think of him, and in your mind, keep him in the light. "

She closed her eyes and remembered how he looked walking with her in the fae gardens. Him trying not to smile at something she said. The look on his face when he finally admitted his feelings and the way he seemed to glow as he stared down at her while they made love.

She felt her body wrench and jerk. Darkness and ice seemed to pierce her body, and just as she was about to give in to the pain, it was gone. She opened her eyes and blinked.

She looked around. They were in a large courtyard. A warm sun was overhead and hundreds of flowers bloomed around them. Sprites of every shape and size flittered around screaming their heads off.

"Halt! Who dares to trespass in Her Majesty's royal garden?"
 

Her Majesty?