Soul Mates Cry: Witching Call Part 3 (2 page)

That was simply not something that he could accept — that he would do those things and hurt the one who mattered most to him.

"Marcus? Are you coming?" Lola called from the bed. 

"Yes, sweetheart, I'm on my way," he said, and went quickly to join his wife. He needed to feel her in his arms, to hold her close to him. 

Their skin touched under the blankets and instantly brought comfort to him.

He had this much love, this much light in his life. 

And what could fight the coming darkness more that those two things that bring life?

His dream meant something else; he believed that to be true.

Darkness couldn't touch him when he had his Soul Mate as his light. 

NICHOLAS SMILED in the darkness as he pulled himself back from Marcus's dream. 

There
, he thought with some satisfaction.
That should worry the new ruling magical king a bit. If he thinks he's destined to be a part of the huge evil that's coming, he might make some decisions that will open some very important doors.
 

Adair had long been asleep, leaving him to his own devices for setting his master plan into motion. 

She had been very helpful up to now. He almost hoped that he did not have to eliminate her at some point. The problem with Adair was that she was too ambitious. She did not understand the need to be careful with him. 

Looking down into the crystal ball that sat on the table before him, he was able to see Marcus and Lola as they lay cuddled together in their huge bed in that ridiculous castle Marcus had bought for his new bride. 

Such an extravagant gesture might give them a bit of an advantage in the coming days. That, too, would need to be dealt with. Nicholas could easily keep watch over these two as long as they did not realize they were being observed. 

In this way, he would know exactly what they were planning, and thus could act accordingly so his plans would not go awry.

Smiling evilly, he continued to watch them as they slept, blissfully unaware of the danger that was headed their way. 

Chapter Four

"SO, Augusta, what are your sources telling you?" Marcus asked. 

The Council was gathered in what had become the castle’s official meeting room. He and Lola were sitting in their proper places as the magical world’s new rulers. Both felt they needed to find out what was going on as quickly as possible so that they could effectively prepare for it. So far, the Council had not reported anything conclusive. 

"Thus far, we only know that the evil is very ancient and very powerful. It may also not be easily recognizable, either. In other words, it may be something along the lines of serial killers not necessarily looking like serial killers, so you don't know to be afraid of them," reported Augusta. 

"In addition, this evil may have a bit of a cloaking ability. It may approach silently and without being seen. That will bring about even more problems," reported Adair, her eyes lingering on Marcus as she spoke in her husky, seductive voice.

Lola's eyes thinned and the woman grew smaller between her eyelids.

"I see. Do you have any suggestions as to how we may investigate this entity more thoroughly?" asked Marcus.

"We are still looking into that, my King," replied Augusta. 

Marcus sighed. They needed better information about the coming darkness than this. He was beginning to feel a little bit hopeless. Was there a magical FBI these days? There should be. "Keep me up to date on your progress, then," he directed. "And add more people to the group investigating this. We need more divination, Council. This little bit of information won't work. We have to know everything that matters." 

Almost everyone around the table gravely nodded except Adair, who only had eyes for the King. 

Lola was keeping a close watch on her. There was something secretive about the woman that Lola did not trust. Something was making her nervous and on edge, and very little normally made her feel that way.

She kept a constant eye on Adair whenever she could. It was a gift of hers that she was able to read people, and this woman was coming across as a very untrustworthy witch. 

It was important that she felt this now. Everything in her was telling her to trust her instincts.

Lola did not like the way Adair kept looking at Marcus. Covetous was the word that Lola would have used in the past, but these looks were much more than that. 

Finally, the meeting ended and everyone went on their way. The castle had become the perfect place to meet and it was more easily defended if danger approached them. They would be prepared if something tried to sneak up on them. 

Lola loved her castle and she had taken steps to make it feel like home – more so than any place she had ever lived before. 

Chapter Five

AS LOLA AND MARCUS traveled across the main floor, they found Adair waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. Lola stiffened automatically, as she did every time she was around this horrible woman. What made it even worse was that Adair was smiling at them. 

Well, that couldn't be good,
Lola thought. 

The bitch never smiled unless she was up to something and, right now, she was concerned that what Adair was up to had something do to with her husband. 

"Please, Sire, may I have a word with you? It's very important," Adair asked as she stepped forward and looked directly at Marcus. 

"Of course, you may, Adair," Marcus replied. "What is it?" 

"I mean, I need to speak with you in private," she said, casting a side glance at Lola. 

"Oh, I see," he replied. "Well, Adair, my wife and I have no secrets from each other so anything that you wish to say, you can say in front of her because I'll only repeat it to her later." 

"You don't understand," Adair insisted. "This is something that I can only share with you, my King." 

Lola and Marcus exchanged looks and Lola nodded slightly. 

"Fine, then, I'll go and see how lunch is coming along," Lola said. "Sweetheart, you call me if you need anything. I'm not far away." That last part was said with a meaningful look at Adair. Then she gave Marcus a quick kiss and started walking toward the kitchen. 

LUNCH SMELLED wonderful as always. Amie was an excellent cook and always provided meals that would rival those prepared by world class chefs. She appeared to be cooking a huge pot of red beans, sausage and rice along with some fresh baked bread. 

"Oh my God, Amie," Lola enthused. "This smells amazing! I can't wait to eat!" 

"You always say that, Ms. Lola," Amie smiled. "I'm just so glad that you like my cooking." 

"Surely, you can tell how much I love your cooking. I think I've put on about five pounds since you and Hudson joined us here at the castle." 

"Now, Ms. Lola, you know you could stand to gain a few pounds. Ain't gonna hurt you none." 

They talked about the meal and Lola sampled a piece of the freshly baked bread by adding a dollop of butter. Amie laughed as Lola oohed and ahhed over it. If she had not been waiting for her husband, she would be filling herself up because everything was just so delicious. She had expected Marcus to join her by now, but he still had not returned from his private conversation with Adair. 

Then she frowned. What was keeping him? Why was he taking so long?

And again, that suspicious feeling.

Lola dropped her unfinished bread and brushed the crumbs from her hands. 

"You know, Amie, I think I'm going to go break up that little meeting right now. I don't trust that woman and the longer she's alone with him, the less I like it. I'll be right back, with Marcus."

Amie promptly nodded and Lola left.

ADAIR LOOKED longingly at the King now lying on the sofa unconscious from what she had put in his drink. It was a concoction with a spell her Master had worked on. Although she knew that at the moment, her loyalties lay with her Master, she could not help but feel tempted to take her fill of the handsome, muscled King Marcus.

If this has been the thirteenth century, she would be on his lap right now riding him to oblivion. Her blood raced through her veins at the thought of that bulging manhood inserted in her pleasure slit. 

She moaned as she imagined how that would feel like. She could not help herself anymore. 

No one's here, and Marcus wouldn't even know, since he's in whatever land the Master has sent him to.

Chapter Six

GREEDILY, Adair got near the unconscious man and kneeled between his knees, then eagerly unbuttoned his fly and took his thick cock out of its confinement. 

At her touch, the member started to get hard and thicken. Adair was delighted. She did not think that it would get any thicker or larger. But she now had in her hand the biggest, thickest cock she had ever held. 

And she had held many.

It's bigger than Master's,
she thought.
Oohh, I'd like to taste it!

And she did. Her tongue started to lap at it, starting with its thick, smooth head. It twitched at the first touch. 

Ooohh... he's liking it!
 

She wanted to put it inside her mouth now.

But before she could do so, something started to smart in her mouth. It was a sting, becoming more painful by the second. 

Adair suddenly let go of the cock as she stumbled back on her ass on the floor. 

It's been spelled! 

And she knew who did it. 

That horrible witch!
His wife!

Her tongue started to thicken. Clutching at her mouth, she knew she had to get help before she would not be able to swallow anything or even breathe through her mouth. 

Before she left, she managed to flick her finger at Marcus' pants. Instantaneously, they were zipped and buttoned up.

Being able to touch something already owned by another witch and not being caught was one thing. But with evidence... and the Queen!

Then she disappeared in a small, inaudible pop.

LOLA WALKED back into the main hall and headed to the drawing room where Marcus had taken Adair for their conversation. 

Without even knocking, she barged right into the room. 

At first she did not see anyone. 

"Marcus?" she called as she moved further into the room. "Baby, where are you?" 

Then she saw him lying back on the sofa directly in front of the fire. She approached him and thought at first that he was napping. 

As she shook him gently to wake him up, he simply fell over onto the sofa. 

That was when she realized that he wasn't napping. 

He was unconscious. 

"No, no, no," Lola moaned. "Marcus, wake up!"

He made no move. She started to shake him to try to get him to wake up. 

"Oh my God, what did that bitch do to you?" she cried, feeling so guilty that she left him alone with Adair. Tears fell from her eyes when she still could not wake him up. She was trembling in fear. What if he had been cursed? What if he didn't wake up? It would be her fault – she did not protect her King enough. 

More tears fell from her eyes. 

"Marcus? Baby, please wake up!" She begged, cajoled, then commanded. But Marcus did not even flicker an eyelid. She was sobbing by then. She knew something was terribly wrong!
That bitch!
"Adair!" she screamed. "If you're responsible, you will pay for this!" 

As she did so, there was a shift in the earth's core that was felt all over the world. Later, news reports would blame it on a rare earthquake. 

But those in the magical world knew it for what it was. That shift was the result of the anger of a ruling queen. 

AMIE HEARD Lola and ran from the kitchen to the drawing room. Between the two of them, they got Marcus into a more comfortable position on the sofa and covered him with an afghan. 

Lola sat with him for the next two hours. She was torn between being enraged and being heartbroken. She had no idea what she would do if she lost Marcus. She couldn't stop crying. He was breathing and he looked like he was only sleeping, but she could not feel him. It was as if his soul was not inside him. 

While she waited, she put out a call for medical help to the Council. They immediately sent for a warlock, who appeared before her in the drawing room. 

She looked up at him with eyes puffed up from crying. "Please, heal my husband. Take away whatever ails him. I will help you if I can — just tell me what to do," she begged in a hoarse voice. 

The warlock looked very sympathetic. "Do not worry, madam," he assured her. "I am quite sure that this isn't something that cannot be cured." 

Reaching into his black bag, he searched around until he found a small bottle containing a bright purple liquid. Shaking the bottle thoroughly, he removed the stopper. 

Lola watched as the doctor opened Marcus's mouth and poured the potion down his throat. 

Almost instantly, Marcus came alert, choking violently. 

The doctor helped him to sit up and stroked his back to calm the choking. 

Chapter Seven

"HOW DO YOU FEEL, my king?" the doctor asked. 

"I'm fine," Marcus replied as he held his hand out to signal that he did not need to be stroked anymore. "A little dizzy and confused, but I'm fine." 

"Oh thank God!" Lola cried as she threw her arms around him. "Marcus, darling, I was so frightened! That bitch did something to you, didn't she? What did she do? What was it that she wanted to talk to you about?"

"I can't really remember our conversation," he replied, looking at her strangely. "However, I must ask you a question."

"What is it? Anything!" she replied, tears of happiness flowing down her cheeks. 

He was frowning. He looked confused and awkward. "Do I know you?" 

Lola could only stare at him for a moment. Had she not understood him correctly? 

Just hours earlier, she had held this man in her arms and made love with him. Suddenly, he did not recognize her. How could this be? 

"Of course, you know me, Marcus," she finally answered, voice trembling again. "I'm Lola, your wife."