Rivulet (33 page)

“That was by far the best role you have ever played,” the image of Cadence said. “Next go around, leave the picture-taking be and focus on your acting. Maybe then you’ll be able to fool the master.”

I had already forgotten about that weird, vacant moment and focused on rage. “To fool you,” I said with a gasp. “You’re beneath me.”

“Am I? Or am I the one you have been fighting from day one? The one that took your family, the betrayer that stood at your side while you grieved for them? Am I not the one that orchestrated this entire event? Kept your focus on Rasure, a mere servant to me?”

“Choose your words carefully, they are your last,” I said through broken breaths as I tried to inch my fingers between the chains around my neck.

“Stop your acting, Sister. The best lines could not cover the bruises along your arms, the ones that say you’re a weak, dying soul.” She leaned toward me. “Your eyes are still green, only flickering with a deep blue.” She let a smug grin come to her seemingly innocent face. “No acting can cover up the fact that your very own guards are the reason you are struggling now. They set Wilder free. If they were who they were meant to be, they would not have been so foolish.”

“They’re not fools,” I said with a grunt. “They were waiting for permission.” I swallowed, searching for air, then said, “Permission granted.”

At that moment, Gavin and Mason moved forward at the speed of light, took the chain from my neck, and flung it back, wrapping Wilder in it. Mason slammed Wilder into the ground, knocking him out cold. I’m sure he would have found the courage to kill him in the next breath, but Cadence’s laugh stopped him.

A wickedly sinful expression masked the guiltless person I knew my sister to be. “A fighter to the end. We have been here before. Right when you arrived, and several times since then. I have scattered the souls of your guides across this globe, and I will be damned if they did not all end up under the same roof once again.”

She glanced at my uncle, who was starting to realize who I was, who she was. With a nod, Cadence sent him flying across the room. I heard his body hit the wall and had no way of knowing if he was alive or not anymore.

“You see, Sister, my servant Rasure was correct. She
will
have the last laugh tonight, one that she deserves after decades of loyal service. Your adored is gone, and now it’s time for you to move on. We’ll pick this up in a hundred or so years.”

At that moment, I felt fire in my legs, in my arms. It wasn’t a good fire, it was an agonizing fire, one that Mason and Gavin must have felt, too.

Cadence began to circle us as we fell to our knees. “You see, the best way to end a vengeful soul is to salt and burn their remains. Your brother has done an extraordinary job of protecting those remains, but money is power. Right now, a nurse is injecting your body with a mix of sodium and sulfur. You will burn, slowly, from the inside out.”

I looked down to see my flesh beginning to break apart.

I was furious, terrified, and in agony, but I was not going to let her see that. I glanced to each of my sides to my guys and nodded up once. As soon as Cadence circled again, we were going to take her out—or die trying.

Right as she stood before us, right as I felt agony in every part of my soul, Phoenix appeared in front of me, us, and took the blades, the arms of Gavin and Mason, and joined them just as they lunged them into Cadence.

Black smoke didn’t come from her. Instead, she flickered like a hologram just as she vanished. I thought maybe I was hallucinating, that Phoenix wasn’t there, that I was just letting go and he was the last image I wanted to see.

I fell forward on the stone floor as the guys did. I barely noticed that Phoenix had picked me up and was cradling me in his arms, that Skylynn was standing over him, yelling something I could not hear.

“Burn,” I made my lips attempt, but there was no sound. “Burn,” I choked out. I raised my wrist with the watches on it for him to see. Seconds, that was it, seconds, and it wouldn’t matter; we would be gone.

Skylynn grabbed my wrist and yelled something at Phoenix but he wasn’t listening, he was trying to hear me.

“Save us,” I said as my eyes locked with his.

You would have thought I confessed an eternal love to him. His flaming eyes grew wide with relief. “I’ve got you, Love. I’m never going to let you go.”

I squeezed his arm with what strength I had. “Leave Wilder.”

And with that, my eyes closed.

I felt a blazing fire and jerked my eyes open, only to see flames coming from Phoenix, reaching out to Mason and Gavin, lifting their now limp bodies into the air.

The next beat, I felt ice and I saw the river. I saw the crash, I felt myself struggle to get out of the car, but I soon realized it was not the car that was holding me under the icy water—it was Phoenix.

The water felt like it weighed a thousand tons, like no matter how powerful, how supernatural Phoenix was that he would not be able to break me free from this death.

My body went limp, succumbing to frigid temperature.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or not, but I saw my family, all of them, floating around me. My gaze met the compassion of my mother, the protection of my father, the wisdom of my grandmother, the life and energy in each of my sisters’ eyes. I saw them in another time, in another world. I saw them stand at my side. I saw them sacrifice their lives to carry me here. I saw lifetimes on this side where they had been tested, divided, silently tormented, imprisoned, unable to go home.

They were free now, and they were lifting me up. They were raising me from the ice, breaking it apart. Their gazes spoke a million words, all powerful, all full of love. They were telling me goodbye. They were rejoicing that after all this time, we found each other, that we’d set each other free.

The cold was past the point of being unbearable. I was numb, disoriented. I felt Phoenix’s arms under my back, my soul soaring up. The water became warmer and warmer, and all at once it erupted into flames.

I saw Mason floating near my head, Gavin at my feet, and Phoenix holding me. The three of them were soaring through the icy lake that had turned to flames.

One. Slow. Beat.

The flames immersed us all, and the next thing I saw was the ceiling of the observatory.

I knew without a doubt that Phoenix had thrust us through that ceiling and broken into the fire pool that centered the room just before the tombs of my family.

As I rose into the air, every part of my soul broke apart. The ice in my core exploded, and what looked like diamonds surrounded us all. Fire reached out for that ice, grasping it and pulling it back to me.

I felt agony. Pain. I felt like giving in, nothing was worth this much pain, this much torment.

I was so cold, I was hot; so hot that I was cold. Billions of images rushed through my mind, ones of a powerful, determined past, ones that showed me how wicked my dear sister was.

Memories that showed me that when no one returned to our true home, our true reality, that the people there had sent the woman that became my grandmother here, my uncle here. They were sent here to assemble the Falcon legacy. Through numerous lifetimes, my grandmother had searched for and found all of us. She prepared us for this war. I was determined not to let her down, not to let any member of my family, of my world, my universe down. Too much had been sacrificed for me to give up now. I screamed at myself to become who I was meant to be—to accept this pain as my power.

With that thought, the pain increased, as if it were challenged and accepted the dare to bring me more misery.

Two slow beats later, the pain stopped and numbness came. I felt flames licking my flesh and smelled smoke, an awful, unnatural smoke.

“Genevieve!” I heard Phoenix bellow, causing me to thrust my eyes open. When I did, I had no idea where I was. Flames were all around us. Phoenix let relief come to his flaming stare—but only for a second—then he pulled me up. I was lying on a hospital bed. Ashes, a massive amount of ashes, lay where I was.

Phoenix beckoned his fingertips swiftly above them, and in that instant they rose, swirled rapidly, then vanished into his hand. He glanced across the room. Skylynn was raising Mason, calling his ashes. Phoenix pulled Gavin up with a glance and called his ashes before he turned to me. I was still out of it. I could not figure out why everything was burning. I felt like jelly. I was not solid.

“Walk out of here,” Phoenix demanded.

“Where is here?” I asked as I swayed forward.

Phoenix called the flames around us to my body, and when the fire wrapped around me I felt strength come back to me.

“The hospital. They set it on fire. The flames will give you strength. Walk through them, right out the front door. We have to get you home,” Phoenix demanded.

“Then do your whisk thing,” I said as I reasoned that moving was more than I could do at this moment.

“Your family has to know you are alive. They have to see you walk out. Skylynn and I have to get the patients out. Cadence didn’t care who she took out when she took you down,” he argued, telling me I could do this. That he was not my crutch. That I didn’t need one.

I glanced around the room, noticing that as Skylynn put her hands on a bed, the patient and every machine around that patient vanished in that instant. She appeared a second later, moving to the last patient in the room, but surely not the last one in the hospital.

“Trust me,” Phoenix said as he pulled me to his lips. The force and passion behind his warm flesh focused me once more. He pulled away from me, then led me to Mason and Gavin, placing me in the center.

“Walk through the flames—the longer, the better!” Phoenix demanded as he vanished from my side.

Mason and Gavin looked a thousand times stronger than me, and more determined. They each took one of my arms and led me out of the room, purposely walking through the flames in the hall. With each step, I felt stronger, but it wasn’t enough. It was like I’d been dying of thirst, and no matter how much I drank I was still dry.

Firemen were crawling across the floor. Mason and Gavin moved me to the side wall, hiding us behind the flames until they had passed. We slowly walked through the blaze as we descended the stairs that led to the lower floors, floors that were not on fire, which meant the strength the flames were giving me had vanished. I felt Gavin and Mason hold me up as we moved through the open lobby, as firemen came to us and ushered us out.

The parking lot was full of fire trucks, police cars, patients on beds, others standing holding oxygen over their faces. Hundreds and hundreds of people were running in every direction.

As we passed the beds where the doctors were frantically working on the people, I heard, “It was an angel. She carried me out,” and “He was so fast, so strong. He brought me here—he saved me,” from the disoriented patients.

I didn’t have the strength to smile on the outside, but on the inside I was beaming. Emergency workers tried to help us, but Mason and Gavin waved them away as they pushed us through the crowd. We had almost reached the edge of the mass of people when I heard someone scream out Mason’s name. It was his mom, and she charged though that crowd with nothing less than the sheer power of motherhood.

Gavin’s mom must have been near her, heard her cry, because Gavin’s name was screamed next.

They both kept one hand on me as they embraced their mothers. I glanced over my shoulder to see the fifth floor raging with flames, firemen courageously aiming their weapons of water at that floor—hoping against all hope that they could save lives, be the heroes they were born to be.

This was my fault. I was the target, the one that had put the weakest people in danger. I wanted to save them, save this building, and with that thought the flames breaking out through the windows froze. An eerie silence came to the crowd. The only sound was water from the hoses that were now obsolete.

I felt my knees buckle, and as they did the icy flames turned to water and washed down through the building, ending any and all further destruction that the fire could have wrought. I felt arms catch me and assumed it was the guys, but I recognized the cologne, the dark blue suit: it was Ben. He had caught me and turned me in his arms in utter disbelief.

“My God, Indie—how?” he said as his hands cupped my face.

“It was a little hot in there,” I said, trying to mock my familiar sarcasm and appear stronger than I was.

“Indie, you were clinically dead—” Ben said, tracing the lines around my mouth where the tubes that were keeping me alive must have been. “You just don’t wake up and walk out of a fire—you need a doctor!”

That instant, I felt someone turn me and say, “Genevieve, dear, bloody hell! You scared the living daylights out of me!”

It was Phoenix. My face was now nuzzled against his strong chest, which I could swear had flames just under the surface. The heat was giving me composure.

“Who the hell are you?” Ben said in his all-too-protective tone.

“My...my...boyfriend,” I said, looking back at Ben as my arms embraced Phoenix. I guess that sounded more believable than ‘lover,’ ‘soul mate,’ ‘life.’

“Since when?” Ben asked with shock.

“Since forever,” Phoenix said boldly. “We need to get you home, Love. It’s freezing out here,” Phoenix said as his hands rushed across my back, sending fiery warmth through my soul.