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

"My wife?" Marcus asked with more than a small amount of skepticism in his voice. "I'm sorry, but I don't think so. You're a very beautiful woman and I do believe I would have remembered marrying you but... no." He was shaking his head vehemently. "No, that's not true."

"No, Marcus. Actually, we're here in this castle on our honeymoon. You bought me this castle as a wedding present! Are you saying you don't remember any of that?" 

"I'm sorry, but no," he said again as he regretfully but firmly removed her from him. His hands lingered for a moment though, and she had the feeling he was wanting to wipe her tears away, just as her husband Marcus would do. 

But he fisted his hand and finally let go. "As I said, you're a very beautiful woman and I'm sure you're quite nice, but I've never met you before in my life."

The doctor cleared his throat at the look on Lola's stricken face. Quietly, he motioned for her to follow him out into the hallway. Her shock evident, she followed him without protest. 

"You stay right there and rest, my King," the doctor said to Marcus. "I'm just going to leave some instructions for your care." 

Marcus nodded, took his pitying eyes away from her, and did not say another word. 

"WHAT'S WRONG with him?" Lola wailed to the doctor out in the hall. 

"It's most likely just a residual effect from being unconscious. His memory will return soon," the doctor reassured her. "Now, you need to give him a dose of this liquid every four hours. After that, he should be just fine." 

"But you still haven't told me what's wrong with him!" Lola demanded. 

"This appears to be a case of exhaustion," the doctor replied. "He needs a complete rest for the next few days. Kindly don't forget to give him the liquid I gave you. If you want him back, you will not miss a dose. It's important. " 

"Yes, yes, I understand." She felt grateful there was a cure. "Thank you so much for your help, Doctor. Can you find your way out?" she asked. 

"Oh, certainly. I will just leave the same way that I arrived," the doctor smiled and shook hands with her. 

When their hands touched, a shock ran through her body. 

The doctor, however, appeared to not have noticed anything.

Lola took her leave of him and returned to Marcus. She gave one more look over her shoulder and saw that the doctor had already vanished. 

She found Marcus still reclining on the sofa. Approaching him carefully, she took a seat in one of the chairs flanking the sofa. He smiled at her, but he still looked as if he did not know her.

Lola studied his face before speaking. "How are you feeling, Marcus?" she asked quietly. 

"I'm still a little foggy, but for the most part, I feel okay," he replied without really looking at her. He was embarrassed for staring at her too long — or staring at a face that bore the signs of heavy crying.

Something felt painful inside her chest.

Marcus loved staring at her face. Sometimes she would fall asleep with the lamp still on because he wanted to watch her until he fell asleep himself.

"Is there anything that I can get for you?" she asked in a husky voice.
What did that fucking bitch do to him?! There has to be something I can do to help him!
 

No, she was not going to cry over this. The Marcus she knew never wanted to see anyone cry. 

He looked relieved that there was something else they could talk about. "I'm a little hungry, I think," he replied. 

"Oh yes! We totally missed lunch and Amie has prepared the most delicious red beans, sausage and rice along with some fresh baked bread. Shall I have her serve in here?"

"That would be wonderful, yes," he answered. 

Lola went back to the kitchen where she explained what the doctor had said. Amie set about putting together a couple of bowls of red beans, sausage and rice, along with some sliced bread and whipped butter. 

Leaving Amie, Lola returned to the drawing room to try to reach Marcus once more. 

Chapter Eight

LOLA AND MARCUS ate in silence. She really had no idea how she was going to fight this. There had to be a spell in her arsenal that would restore his memory. 

However, for now, she was willing to see if he would remember things on his own. 

After they were finished eating and enjoying some of Amie's cafe au lait along with some bread pudding and rum sauce, Lola decided to try questioning Marcus. He had relaxed, probably because he could see that she had stopped crying.

If she was ever going to figure out what had happened, she needed to know what he remembered. She was positive that Adair was behind it all; however, she had to have the answers to some questions. 

"Marcus," she began, looking at his hands because he would sometimes acquire a red tinge to his face when she stared at him too long. She still had that effect on him, at least! "I know that you don't remember me yet, but I promise you that you will."

"Okay," he said, but only obligingly. At her look, he hesitated, then smiled. "I'm not sure what's happening here, but the house staff behaves as if they know you very well. And... well... if there's any chance..."

"What?" she whispered, hope blossoming in her heart.

He looked away again. "Nothing. Go on. What did you want to ask me?"

She sighed. She was not going to rush him. She wanted him healed, not harmed. "I need to ask you a couple of questions so that we can figure out what made you ill. Can you tell me what Adair wanted to talk with you about so urgently?"

He was silent for a few minutes before responding. Lola could tell that he was thinking. She could also see that he was feeling a bit puzzled. She took that as a positive sign. 

"I don't think we ever got around to talking about anything specific," he answered. "She asked for a drink and I poured one for her. Then she said that she really hated to drink alone so, to be polite, I joined her." 

"Was your drink ever out of your sight?" Lola asked, suddenly breathless. 

"No, I don't believe so." As her shoulders started to sag, he suddenly straightened. 

 "Wait! Yes, I sat it down to stoke the fire a bit and then joined her. So, I suppose, technically, I did let it out of my sight briefly." 

She wasn't breathing anymore. "After you drank it, what do you remember?"

"Nothing. I drank it and the next thing I remember is that man waking me up." 

"Yes, I summoned the doctor when I couldn't get you to come around. But at least now I understand what happened. Or at least I think that I do." Lola knew that Adair had slipped something into his drink, rendering him first unconscious and then robbing him of his memory. She presented her theory to Marcus but he still seemed to be skeptical of what she was saying.

"Do you know about the legend of the Soul Mates?"

He shook his head. "No. What is it?"

She frowned. "Do you even know you're a warlock? That you can do magic?"

"Yes. But I still don't know anything about a Soul Mates legend."

She perked up. "Do you remember how you learned about your magic?"

"Oh. Someone came and told me. That would be Adair. She accompanied me to the Council Headquarters and that's how I learned everything."

She stared at him, her mouth open. Then she closed them again and her lips thinned. She controlled her temper as much as she could. She did not want to scare anyone else on earth with another earthquake.

Adair, on the other hand, would suffer her wrath as soon as she was found. 

She stood up and held out her hand to him. "Will you go somewhere with me?" she asked. 

He looked up at her and, after a brief hesitation, took her hand.

Something flared up when their hands touched.
The blue light
. She smiled. But when she looked at his face, he didn't seem to feel anything at all.

"Did you feel that? Did you see?"

He frowned. "What?"

Shit.
The spell, she realized, or whatever it was that had been given to him, made him immune to the powerful chemistry they shared. He could not feel it or see it. Whomever did this knew how Soul Mates found each other. 

Drat.
 

She just had to try something else, she thought determinedly.

She was not a Soul Mate, a powerful witch, and a queen for nothing. 

Chapter Nine

THEY WENT UP to the master bedroom. 

As soon as they got inside the door, he looked extremely uneasy. She led him to the love seat in front of the fire because that was where they would primarily stay. He was an honorable man; he would not dare sit on that bed with her. 

But she secretly smiled to herself when she saw him peek surreptitiously at the huge bed. 

"Sit there. I want to show you something," she said before she left.

When she returned, she was carrying a small photo album. 

"Here, I want you to look at this with me," she said. "These are pictures from our wedding. This isn't the full album, just a smaller one that we took with us on our honeymoon. The full album will be delivered to us any day now. Please look at these pictures." 

Marcus took the album hesitantly and looked at the wedding pictures intently. He certainly could not deny that the man in those pictures was him and that he seemed to be very happy with Lola — the wife that he couldn't remember. 

She led him through each of the pictures, explaining to him what each one was. She noticed that he did remember the people in those pictures. 

He just did not seem to remember her, or the wedding. He simply drew a blank with anything regarding Lola. 

After they had looked through all the pictures, Marcus handed the album back to Lola and shook his head sadly. 

"Everything that you're saying should make sense. Those pictures... they look real."

"Of course they are!" she exclaimed. "How could I make them up?"

"I know." He was flushed. "I know what you mean. But my brain... my head isn't working with me. Maybe you're my wife. But I honestly can't remember you, Lola."

She could not believe it. The pictures had not jogged his memory in the slightest when it came to her. 

"Well, it was worth a try," Lola sighed. 

She shook her head and set the album aside. She could not believe anything could make him forget her. Not a spell, not anything, should keep them apart from each other. What could she do for him? How was she going to help him? How could she bear it if he never remembered her and what they meant to each other?

This couldn't be happening!

She had not realized she had been crying until she heard him say something. 

"Hey... I'm really sorry. If you're my wife, I would be very honored. Who wouldn't want to be your husband?"

She looked at him and felt really touched. He looked at her, troubled, the tears flowing down her cheeks. 

Then she noticed how his eyes lingered on her lips. 

Suddenly, she had an idea. She did not even pause to think further. She just knew it would work. 

Surprising Marcus, she grabbed him. And she kissed him passionately. 

At first, he seemed to resist. Pushing her away as he held her arms, blushing to the roots of his hair, he was breathless. "Look, Lola—"

"Kiss me, Marcus. Kiss me back. Remember our kiss," she begged him as more tears flowed from her eyes. "Please, I beg of you. Please try to remember me!"

Something stirred in his eyes. It wasn't remembrance. It was passion. He was getting aroused. It may have started downstairs, when she felt that he was staring at her but was not trying to get caught. 

She held his face and she kissed him once more. 

He tried not to at first... but then started to respond to her. His arms enveloped her and held her closer to him as he started kissing her as he always did. Elated, Lola responded with all the fire she held in her heart. Please, come back to me. I will you, my Soul Mate, come back!

His lips left hers. "Lola..." he cried, breathless, "If we don't stop right now I don't think I can—"

She showed him her rings — the engagement and the wedding ring. Then she grasped his hand and showed him the ring he was wearing, the one identical to hers. She took it off and she let him see the engraving. Their names together. The wedding date.

"We have made love in this room many times, my husband," she told him as she slid the ring back to his finger. "If you don't believe the ring, maybe making love to me again will make you remember."

"Are you sure...?" he asked, his eyes flaring at the thought of sex with her. 

She smiled at him seductively. "I want to make love to my husband. What do you think?" 

Chapter Ten

WHEN MARCUS KISSED her again, he was more aggressive. 

This was the husband she knew! 

They were soon rid of their clothes, and he lifted her onto the middle of the bed.

"How are you so far?" she asked as he gazed admiringly at her naked body.

"I can't believe this is happening. You are so beautiful...!"

"This is all yours."

Holding her hand and lifting it above her head, he started kissing her again. She felt his other hand cup her breast and knead the soft flesh. His lips slid down her chin to her neck, and down to one nipple to suckle. Her spine arched to give his mouth more access. Her other hand slid down his back to cup one cheek of his butt, then slid to his front and between his thighs to seek his thick cock. He gasped and air hissed between his teeth at the touch of her hand.

"You love it when I touch your cock," she told him.

"I wish I could remember," he said, trying not to close his eyes as her hand slid up and down his cock. 

"You will," she promised him. "I will do everything in my power to make you remember!" 

Fiercely, she pushed at him until he was on his back and she was sitting astride him. She lowered herself onto his cock as his hands caressed her thighs, a look of delicious anticipation in his eyes that made her almost come. As soon as his cock started to pierce her sex's slit, the blue light again manifested. 

His eyes grew huge.