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Authors: Jamie Magee

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He reached for me, and in the next beat I was standing just before the pool of flames. He extended my hand, then against my neck he whispered, “Freeze the flame.”

The feeling of his body against my back, the warmth of his breath, brought nothing but warmth to my soul. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Quit holding back.”

“I’m not. I’m warm.”

He hesitated, but then in a low, deep, silky voice he said, “Genevieve, focus on those flames. Imagine they took me from you, they took your family, they took your life, they took your soul—that they are the destruction of the world you love so much.”

Within that beat, the flames froze, making one of the most extravagant ice sculptures I’d ever seen.

“Now will it to crumble.”

I had no idea what he meant by that.


Bloody hell
, will it this instant.”

I was so sick of ice, of the cold, of dealing with this day in and day out, of not understanding it. I wanted the ice to go away, and with that thought it exploded across the room. Phoenix had shielded me from the blow. When I dared to look up from his chest, I found myself against the window again, him leaning into me again, my legs wrapped around his body.

“You have the power to freeze the fire that holds lost beings. You have the power to destroy what is meant to destroy you with a thought. Now tell me I have the wrong girl. Tell me that you and I make absolutely any sense at all—we are literally fire and ice.”

“I didn’t just become this person. Tell me how this happened. If that is true, how was I the girl that held you so long ago? Tell me that.”

He looked away. “You always loved the cold, the snow. You always seemed connected with a world I could not perceive. You were this girl then, but you shielded me from it and I’ll be damned if Guardian did not lead me into becoming something that would forevermore separate us.”

“No one has ever led you anywhere. You follow your own path. You were on fire long before you became a phoenix,” I said as I remembered saying such things to him long ago. “Fire was your birthright.”

“I’d give up every ounce of power and fire to hold you forevermore...but we would both pay the price for that one day.”

“I don’t understand what you need me to do. What you are telling me. So I died, so I had some powers I never used, but what is letting go going to do to resolve this? I’m not a quitter.”

“That is why you need to let go. When you let go, you will be born again, and when you are reborn you will be protected, and when the time is right you will be told of your supremacies. You will set your course to release all who have fallen in the war to restore balance. If you don’t let go…or if I turn you…once a soul has fallen, it will have no hope. It may take thousands, maybe even a million years for that end of all of us to come, but it will come and there will be nothing that can be done to prevent it.”

“Are you offering me a thousand years with you, or a death that will lead me to life, a life you will not seek me out in?”

He looked down. “I never said that.”

“Yes, you did. Just now.”

His eyes rose to meet mine. “We have broken each other’s heart twice…a third is more than either of us could withstand.”

This couldn’t be right. There had to be another way, a loophole, something. The universe could not be this cruel. Every part of my soul, every fiber of my being was telling me that, but arguing about it without any proof was getting me nowhere. Instead, I said, “I’m not making this decision tonight, or even tomorrow. Once I have my vengeance, once I’m sure my family is safe, I’ll decide.”

“That will be tomorrow, Love. Rasure will fall tomorrow, and what choice you make in that moment will be one that you will have to live with.”

“Why are you so sure about tomorrow?”

“Guardian and I have a battle before us. The wake of it, whether we lose or win, will weaken your Rasure. It will weaken all Escorts. As soon as Guardian and his own are secured, I will be here. I will stand by you as you deliver the last blow…end the demon that stole you from me.”

“Promise me I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as I reached for his flawless image, as I dared to say, “Promise me you’ll see me in every tomorrow.”

His gray eyes filled with a hungry desire.

 

 

Chapter Fourteen

 

 

In that beat, his lips were on mine and a warm rush of air surrounded us. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the rug in the library in front of a raging fire. The power and passion behind every movement of his lips made my toes curl and a warm anticipation boil in my core. We rolled across the floor, fighting to get skin-to-skin, soul-to-soul. The idea that it was more than likely the last time that we would ever hold each other ignited our passion and desire to a euphoric level, one that seemed to pull my soul from the body I thought I still had and raise it to another plane of existence, to a plane where no flesh was needed, to where my soul could merge with his to become truly one, something that time or reason could never divide.

Hours went by. When we became tired, we were gentle with each other, but before long we would find our second, third, fourth, and fifth wind and battle to get as close, as fast as we could…but it never seemed to be close enough. We ached for more.

Side by side, wrapped in a blanket next to a fire that was reborn with a glance from Phoenix, we stared into each other’s eyes, both questioning why the universe seemed hell bent on dividing us.

As I reached to brush a lock of dark auburn hair out of his eyes, I asked, “Why do you think Guardian led you to become someone that could never hold me?
Do you think I will destroy the fire in you? Freeze it?”

“No…” he whispered as his gray eyes slowly danced over my solemn expression. “Even if you did destroy me, I could instantly recreate myself. It meant that I would destroy you, that if fire gives birth to you, the ice that gives you power will be destroyed.”

It may have been a selfish thought, but all I’d ever wanted was for this ice around me to break apart. I wanted to have control, to think and feel what I wanted to feel when I wanted to feel it. Phoenix could give me that. Everything I ever wanted and more.

I wanted to believe that these fallen souls he was telling me that I had the power to redeem meant nothing to me, that I didn’t deserve to be alone for the sake of their redemption, but the thought of Skylynn saving me when I was a girl came to mind…the thought that if there was no Skylynn or others like her to save people, those who chose the path I had would be lost…utterly alone. I was too grateful for everything Skylynn did for me to ever turn my back on those that fight the war she and Phoenix were in. I would have to find a compromise that I could live with if I chose a different path than letting go.

“I have to believe that you are fighting for souls, though. Would that not mean that I could still fight? I mean, if the souls are behind fire, could fire not walk through that, destroy that?”

His fingertips traced my lips as he spoke. “The fire that you would freeze is so hot that it’s cold. It’s a dense cold, one that only you could bear to get close to.”

There didn’t seem to be any loopholes I could slip through with this, but I had to know if that was his only reason for letting me go. “Were you looking for an excuse not to save me when you discovered what I was meant to be?”

“No,” he said with an agony in his tone as he pulled my body to him. “I was looking for a reason to save you. Skylynn pleaded with me, but the thing is, she didn’t understand that by me raising you I was condemning us all.”

“You didn’t know I was the sister before…she told you that.”

“She told me about the ice, the reasons she led those boys to you. I feared that possibility then.”

“Then what did she mean—what did Guardian mean—when they basically said you needed me for the war you are fighting? That without me you would fail? How can I be both? What changed? Why is Skylynn so eager for me to move on now?”

His hand gently caressed my back as he spoke. “She didn’t realize that you had to have life, that the life of a phoenix would end your power. She didn’t understand the transformation, that it broke you down and rebuilt your energy.” He hesitated as his gaze fell deeper into mine and the life he had without me moved through his stare.

“Guardian and I made a lot of deals, cast a lot of spells, which are nothing more than words with energy behind them. The energy we both used was the desire to find the ones that complete us. Now we have to undo those spells, undo our past, something we always knew would have to happen but we had no fear of it because once we reached the ones we sought, the energy would be stronger. Instead of the desire to find our counterparts, we would have the desire to never lose them, and having them at our side would fuel that. That energy is more powerful than the latter. Guardian still believes—as Skylynn did hours ago—that if I lose you I will have no power behind my energy to undo those spells we cast together. He thinks the loss will hinder everyone, not just those that cast the spell. He doesn’t want me to let you go or follow you into death. I told him I would fight as long as I could but that I may have to leave him. Always the optimist, he thinks we will find another way, that you belong with us.”

I remembered his brother Guardian always being the positive to Phoenix’s negative. Somehow, they were always both right. I had to believe that if Guardian had convinced Phoenix not to follow me into death that he had his reasons. Whether they were because I could be saved or not was a mystery to me. From my memories, I knew those brothers could not part for long. They empowered each other. For all I knew, my death was meant to stop their fate, not me from fulfilling mine.

“I know I was in a deep fog of death, but I could have sworn that Skylynn insinuated that you knew one of the other seven sisters—that Guardian did. Can they not help me? How am I different from them?”

“You are all said to be vastly different. There are seven, but only one is hidden by the veil. That is you. Each of you have your own path that will at some point weave into the others.’ We only have theories on who four of you are at this moment. Two walk with death, save the damned. One has the war of life, to save who is here.”

“The one with life, can she give that to me? Help us?”

He hesitated as he thought over my one and only wish: to be saved. “She would try if she knew, even plot to turn back time to avoid your death. I’m sure of that, but we can’t let her do that because every moment weaves into infinity; one moment relived could destroy a thousand victories. There is only one benevolent choice here: for you to move on and be reborn.”

“How come I hear doubt in your voice when you speak of the seven sisters?”

He stared into my eyes for countless seconds before he finally answered. “The seven sisters, what they would become, have always been myths, stories that we all believed but never thought we’d see the day when they would rise. For Guardian and me, it’s hard to grasp that the ones we share our souls with are meant to take that role. We are fighting Skylynn’s claims and theories because the idea of you and the girl Guardian loves standing up to evil alone is too much to bear. To know that once you fully rise, that you will be taken away is not an idea we can even speak of. Theories. That is what we are calling them as we fight this war.”

“You want me to die based on a theory? Mythology?”

Pain flooded into his eyes. “I don’t. I don’t want to lose you then, now, or in some future. I want us to live a normal life, the life we came to be in. I don’t understand any of this, but I know that if there is any truth at all to any of the words that have been whispered across time, I have to let you go. I know that no matter what, one day I will have to let you go.”

“What makes you so sure that these seven you speak of will walk alone? That what gives them power and protection are not the ones we share our souls with?”

“Seven. Some myths say sisters, some just say seven. Not fourteen.” He let out a shuttered breath. “All the hell Guardian and I have been through, the twists and turns that did nothing but take us further from you…I fear that it’s some higher power’s way of easing us into this painful separation, that someone always knew you would belong to the world, not me.”

“Or they could have been teaching you to make us stronger. If you had not been made into a phoenix, you would not have even had a choice to save me. You have been growing powerful during our separation, powerful enough to protect me now.”

He didn’t offer an argument. I’m sure my positive words sounded like a plea to save my life, and he was having a hard time finding the will to state all the reasons that that would be wrong.

He reached up to trace my lips. “I’m just waiting for you to ask. I know you better than my own soul. If I suggested that we tell these theories and myths to go to hell, you’d have fought me. It had to be your idea.”

“I knew it,” I said under my breath as I playfully squinted my eyes at him. This boy had learned to handle me years ago. That made him smile. It was a warm, playful smile. I was so shocked by it that my eyes grew wide, and that made him laugh out loud.

“What is that look for?”

“The old you was almost here,” I said as I traced the lines where his smile was.

“The old me?” he said, turning to his side so he could see me better.

I reached to trace a smile that I had yet to see in this reality. I was thankful that it surfaced in this dark conversation. “I remember you being so blunt that you were funny. You enjoyed teasing, laughing. Even in the darkest moments, you would find a way to lighten the mood. Your certainty was always there—you always made those around you feel safe, protected.”

He let out a sigh as his smile dimmed. “That is still me…I just don’t have much reason to tease or laugh as of late.”

“I want you to laugh, to tease, to be that protector, no matter what,” I said as my voice cracked. I needed to know that he would protect all those he was leaving me for, that our sacrifice would not be in vain.

He bit his lip as if he were choosing his words carefully. “I’m a fool for you…always have been…it never has and it never will matter what you ask me to do. The answer is yes.”

I had to tell myself to hold in the tears. I knew that between his words he was telling me that he would still change me, that if I asked we would both become the most selfish souls that had ever existed, that we’d take a thousand or so years together for the price of countless warriors.

I was still set on vengeance. And I hated to admit it, but I had some small hope that once that vengeance was met, maybe my body would find the energy it needed to heal itself, that maybe I could find a way to escape death. I wasn’t going to ask him to challenge his fears until I knew I had exhausted every measure I could.

“I know,” I whispered as I let my arm down and curled up against his warm chest. “I don’t think I can grasp what you are fighting, what you think I am, but I want you to be careful because if I’m seeing this the right way, if my life was so easily ended, if I was to only live a normal lifespan in the first place and my time to heal and save was not meant to be eternal, that can only mean that a lot of souls are about to fall.” I hesitated as I thought of the time it would take for me to die and be reborn again, the time for me to grow into a young woman. I had no idea if that was a short or long time in the span of souls. “If I let go, I just hope I’m back in time to matter.”

His arm tightened around me. “Old souls have been reunited. We are stronger now than we have been in quite some time.”

“So maybe I didn’t mess things up by dying. It is odd, though, that it was so easy to end me. I hadn’t even begun. You would think it would have been harder to kill someone who was needed for a not-so-distant victory.”

I could see him weighing each of my words. I was almost sure I saw him doubting himself, wondering if I had a point, if there was some unseen loophole we could fall through. The fading glimmer of the fire in his eyes told me that that hope left as swiftly as it arrived. I was these supernatural souls’ last hope, but no one thought to protect that asset from the unpredictable—death itself.

I lay on my back and stared at the vast ceiling. “I’m so angry. I’ll find my redemption tomorrow, but I will have lost everything in its wake. I had so many plans…”

“Tell me about them,” he said as he pulled me closer.

“I was going to do everything my parents did, and so much more.”

A glance from him beckoned a ball of fire from the fireplace. Like a ball of clay, it hovered over us, waiting for us to shape it.

“I was going to build schools.” The fire began to take the shape of a beautiful building. “Not just any school, but schools that brought out that special spark, that fire I could see in Gavin’s eyes as he wrote his stories, Mason as he played…Wilder as he painted. I wanted to find that spark in everyone, make it grow. I wanted the world to feel the warmth of it.” I watched the building expand as rooms with stages, vast libraries, and endless canvasses were shaped, as eager souls rushed in.

“I wanted to find every soul that had reached its breaking point and pull them back, show them no wish was foolish and that no matter what they had been through, it was over and now they would not only be safe and loved, but they would be the ones giving that last hope to someone. I was going to create a million Falcons.” The school turned into the manor, and the fire expanded, showing every glorious detail of our home. It was as if he remembered building every inch of this manor with his own guided hand.

The room in the center of the home, the one I adored, that held every ball or special occasion—even a few private dances—became clear. I loved that room because of the dome shape it was, for the three spiral staircases that hovered tightly against the walls, leading to every floor. I loved the red and the gold, how it seemed not only to fit a lost time, but every time. I loved how magical I felt in that room.

Phoenix did not bother to create Rasure’s wing-in-fire sculpture, but I knew where it was currently resting, that it all but assaulted the room I loved, how she was able to attach that wing to the core of the home. Only ten feet blocked that wing from connecting to my precious room, ten feet that I had to fight tooth and nail for. I only won because that was the oldest part of the house and an addition to it would rob the room of its unique character.

In Phoenix’s sculpture, there were children—too many to count—running through the halls, dancing and frolicking in that center room.

“I was going to make my parents, my family proud, but instead I crashed into a lake. The money I was going to use to free the world ended me, simply because Rasure wanted that same money for God knows what. I even tried to give her most of it. I just wanted the house and enough to maintain it. I knew at the very least I could open the doors to those who needed a home. I trusted that the money for everything else would come someway, somehow.”

“She fought you for the house?” Phoenix asked as his glance added the trees, the roots that connected beneath the surface.

“From day one, she wanted me out. She tried to have me locked away, saying I needed help with my grief, but Skylynn protected me from that. Since my parent’s death, I have spent every night under this roof. Even when I wanted to run, give in to her, I couldn’t leave. It was mine.” I squeezed his warm hand. “It was ours.”

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