Tangled Sin (A Dark Realm Novel) (32 page)

Saia
! Riley spun around. “
No
!” The ruckus drowned out his roar.

His mate stood straight in the power’s destructive path.

Caught in the waves of the deafening blast, Saia flew backward. The breath rushed out of her as if someone had rammed a fist into her stomach.

In the distance, Riley’s roar echoed. She blinked, gasping for air and struggled to see past the thick haze in the clearing. Then he appeared in front of her, his beautiful green eyes dark in shock—pain.

“
Saia
—” The debris settled around them as if a tornado had suddenly died.

She reached out to touch him, to reassure him.

“Don’t move, baby. Be still. I’m going to fix this.”

Fix what?
She stepped forward, except she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Pain spread from her stomach, stole her voice.

She glanced down in a daze, stared at the spear sticking out of her lower belly. Warm blood gushed out, saturating her fingers clutching the weapon.

She got hit?

Riley crouched in front of her, his face pale, expression harsh. Gently, he freed her fingers from the spear. “I'm going to get this out and heal you. Stay with me, sweetheart—just stay with me.”

She lifted her head and tried to say his name. The word wouldn’t form. She struggled to hold on, but an icy chill seeped into her body, spreading too fast. Darkness beckoned, creeping into her consciousness…

***

Riley felt his soul split in two at the pain wrenching him—Saia’s pain. He grabbed her mind and blocked her agony. She stared at him, wide-eyed. Scratches on her face bled from the flying shrapnel. Her mouth opened, his name forming on her lips, but only a garbled sound escaped.

“Don’t talk, baby, don’t talk—it will be over soon.”

There was no fucking way in hell this would be over soon! Ayperos’s double-headed weapon had pinned her to a shattered tree trunk.

Blood soaked her coat and dripped to the ground. He had to work fast.

“Ikaria, hold her up,” he snapped, aware Saia was close to losing consciousness. The weapon, buried deep into the sturdy, ancient tree trunk couldn’t be moved, not without shredding her insides.

With his mind, he tried to remove the spearhead. Nothing happened.

C’mon—c’mon, fucking work, dammit!

The spear stayed as it was.

Her family erupted from the trees.

“Saia!” Liz cried, running toward her. Noah grabbed his sister from Ikaria.

“What the fuck happened?” Rohan demanded.

“Saia—oh, Christ! Hold on, baby girl, hold on!” Zayn ordered.

Her eyelids lowered.

Rohan grabbed Saia’s blood-smeared hand. “No-no-no, come on, sis, look at me.”

Her head lolled forward.

“Dammit,” Noah snarled at Riley, holding up Saia’s slumped body. “You’re her mate, do something!”

“I can't get it out of her,” Riley snapped. “It’s fucking double-headed. I pull it out, I'm going to rip her insides.” He summoned more of his power. A red-hot flame appeared from his hand, and he held it over the steel, but still it didn’t melt. His eyes squeezed tight as the truth hit him. “The fucker spelled it with dark magic.”

“Wait,” Ikaria let go of a sobbing Liz. “There may be a way.”

“What?” Rohan barked. “Christ, do something—anything,
please
…”

Ikaria slipped her hands into Saia’s coat pocket and brought out a black, blood-drenched scimitar.

“What the hell is that?” Zayn demanded.

Riley’s gaze narrowed. “Wrath’s dagger?”

Ikaria nodded. “He gave it to Saia when the blood-demons came after her, the day the wyverns attacked at the Erymic Mountains.”

“What in God’s name are you talking about?” Rohan bit out.

“Later,” Noah cut him off. “Saia is what matters now.”

His mouth tight, Riley nodded. This dagger was their last hope.
Come on, baby, stay with me,
he pleaded, spacing his own heartbeat with Saia’s slowing one, struggling to keep it even.

Ikaria touched the blade to the steel and sawed.

A sharp, tinny sound… A furious hiss…then, like a knife sliding through silk, the scimitar cut through the thing.

Carefully, Riley eased Saia off the steel rod. Blood gushed. He laid her on the ground, her hair spilled wildly about her pale face. He ripped open her coat and pushed up her sweater. A silver-dollar-sized hole marred her flat belly and blood pumped out in a steady stream.

He placed his hand over it and summoned his healing abilities…but the wound continued to bleed…wouldn’t heal. Fear slammed into him.
No
! She wasn’t going to die. Godsdammit.  He pushed harder. His blood heated, and his skull tightened at the pressure building—the truth hit him hard. His hands dropped.

“What’s wrong? Why the fuck isn’t she healing?” Rohan glared at him.

“Because the spell lingers,” Riley snapped. “We don’t have time for it to fade. She’s too weak—lost too much blood. I cannot replace that. I cannot fucking give her mine!”

He picked Saia up from the damp ground and flashed with her to the city hospital. Stumbled into emergency. Feet thundered toward him. Voices crowded his head—the whole damn place yakking at once. “She was in an accident.”

Hands took her. His fists clenched helplessly at his sides. He was an immortal—a fucking all-powerful Sin, and he couldn’t heal his human mate.

Saia was laid on a gurney and wheeled away into the ER, then moments later, she was rushed into the operating room.

“Next of kin?” someone asked. He heard Noah speak. Ikaria had to have brought them. Riley moved away from the voices, his mind beyond the OR door, on his mate. He leaned against the wall. His gaze dropped to his blood-soaked clothes and then he stared at the red stains coating his hands. And his knees gave out. He slid to the floor. Dropping his head back, he squeezed his eyes tight.
Please, come out of this alive, Saia… I’m so sorry, baby.

But there was no teasing smile or retort that she could save herself. She hadn’t even stood a chance. Even in death, Ayperos still had the last laugh.

Damn you, Saia, don’t you dare leave me.

“Riley?” Liz sat on the floor beside him and touched his arm. “Ikaria told us what happened.”

Riley pressed his fingers to his blurry eyes. Said nothing.

“I have to believe she’s going to be all right,” Liz murmured, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Saia had to be—she had to live. By the gods, his mate was a fighter. She’d fought her mother for her freedom to her own life, she’d fought him,
for
him, and fought those damn demonesses in his world to prove she was one to be reckoned with.

The twins paced past the line of hard orange chairs set against one wall. Saia’s parents stormed through the white corridor like a gale force. Noah met them halfway. Shock added years and lines to Edward’s face as they spoke. Jemima’s features were carved in stone, but her eyes flayed him.

Yeah, it was his fault. Every fucking thing that had transpired was his doing. He didn't need her to point that out, too.

Hours later, a surgeon in blue scrubs came through the swinging doors. Slowly, Riley pushed to his feet. The male pulled down his surgical mask, his dark eyes grave.

“We managed to get to her in time. She’s lost a lot of blood, but the damage to her abdomen was extensive. The next twenty-fours hours are critical.” The surgeon's tone softened and filled with sympathy. “You can go in and see her, but two at a time, and just for a minute.”

Her family headed toward the ICU. The doctor stopped beside him. “Are you the fiancé?”

Riley nodded.

“There’s something else.” The doc glanced at her family waiting their turn in the ICU. His voice lowered. “I didn't want to alarm her family, but your fiancée lost the baby. I'm sorry.”

Riley stared blankly at the doctor. “What baby?”

“Early stages. Four weeks—the fetus couldn’t sustain a trauma like that with a steel pipe passing through the mother’s abdomen.”

Saia had been pregnant?

The doctor’s mouth compressed in compassion. He nodded and left.

Riley stood there, shell-shocked, staring at the swimming white walls. He felt as if his very foundation had cracked.

Pregnant?

Something warm dripped down his face. Sucking in a shuddering breath, he squeezed his eyes tight. No, he had to be strong for Saia—
by the gods!
How could he be? He was barely holding himself together.

At the sound of footsteps, he swiped at his eyes and headed toward the others coming out of the ICU, looking worse than they had when they’d waited outside during surgery. They dropped into the hard plastic chairs beside Ikaria. Zayn stared at the ceiling. Rohan lowered his head into his hands. Both of their shirts smeared with Saia’s blood.

Noah paced the corridor, raking a hand through his mussed hair. His sweater bore dark stains, too.

His face gray-tinged, Edward walked out of the ward. He didn't say a word.

Riley pushed open the door and entered the room. The strong smell of antiseptic lingered in the far too cold space. Saia wouldn’t like that. The heart monitor’s rhythmic bleeping echoed like a damn death toll in the silent ward. Tubes ran from her nose, a drip was attached to her arm.

Jemima stood there like a statue, gripping the bed railing with whitened knuckles.

A nurse glanced Riley’s way as she hooked a new bag of blood along with the glucose being fed intravenously through Saia’s arm, then made her notes on the chart and left quietly.

With just a sheet covering her, Saia appeared too frail, her once lustrous golden skin chalky white. Several red scratches and cuts marred her face and limbs where the flying wood shrapnel had struck her. Riley picked up her hand and pressed his lips to her cold fingers. His gaze misted again, and his heart stuttered in pain as he stared at his silent mate.

Gods, Saia, I'm so sorry.

Pregnant? It had to have happened during the claiming. He’d never thought that far ahead, and now she would never forgive him for what had happened—would hate him.

Jemima’s gaze scorched him like hellfire, demanding he look at her. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with her accusations.

The next twenty-four hours, the doctor had said. Fuck that, he wanted Saia up now. He couldn’t face another moment in this agony, but he needed Jemima gone.

He willed her to leave. Again, he hit her steel mental walls.

“Save her.”

At the hissed words, Riley lifted his gaze from Saia and met Jemima’s icy, dark stare. Surely, he couldn’t have heard right.

“Saia doesn't deserve this.”

“She will heal.”
As soon as you leave.

Jemima’s fingers tightened on the bed rails. “Spare me the bullshit. I know what you are. This is your fault. You want me to leave? I will, but you save her. She’s chosen a destiny I never wanted, tried to save her from. You save my daughter, or I will make you regret ever crossing her path.”

Riley’s jaw locked. He’d always suspected she knew what he was. Now wasn’t the time to find out what the hell she was hiding. Why he couldn’t read her. But he would get his answers.

The strains of the dark spell that lingered in Saia had faded in the passing hours. He eased the sheet down Saia’s naked body to her lower hip, exposing the dressing over her injury.

He scanned her abdomen for the internal wounds the surgeon had sutured together, his chest constricted. Left to heal this way, she would never have children again. He could at least save them that pain.

His hand held over her wound, he let his healing power flow into her and could feel the newly stitched injuries knit and heal. The scratches on her face and limbs sealed, leaving behind smooth skin once more.

Fingers clenching, he finally lowered his hand.

Jemima didn't say a word or check to see if Saia had healed. She simply walked out of the ICU.

***

Riley rubbed the back of his neck, leaned back in the armchair beside Saia’s bed, and stared at the ceiling. It had been pointless to keep Saia in the hospital or to answer questions about her impossible overnight recovery. He’d cleared the memories of those who’d worked on her. With Noah’s aid, they’d erased Saia’s admittance data and surgery records, and then he’d brought his mate back to the mansion.

He scrubbed his face as exhaustion settled in. Thankful Saia’s family had finally left them alone.

Rolling the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders, he rose from the chair and paced to the window to stare out into the gloomy night. The moon had hidden behind thick rain clouds. All was quiet now. He slid his hand into his jeans pocket, feeling her ring there—the nurse at the hospital had handed him Saia’s belongings while she was in surgery—he ran his thumb over the black metal then crossed to her and slipped it back on her finger and pressed his lips to her knuckles.

There was something else he had to attend to.

He scanned the silent mansion and found whom he wanted. Since Saia slept deeply, he left her and made his way through the dimly lit corridor to the ground floor. The scent of roses and incense grew stronger. Moments later, he opened the door to a room just off the study.