Demon's Fury: Part 1 of the Final Asylum Tales (The Asylum Tales series) (11 page)

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Trixie sat back on her heels and stared at me in shock. “You’re not upset?”

“Upset? No. I’m stunned and a bit muddled still, but not upset. I’m thrilled actually,” I said with a laugh as I pulled her into my arms. “We can do this. We can move in together. Get a bigger place. Maybe something in the suburbs with a yard. We—”

“No!” Trixie sharply cried, pushing violently out of my arms. She stumbled as she got to her feet and moved to the other end of the room. “Don’t you understand? I have to leave because of the baby.”

“No, I don’t understand. You think you have to go to your people because the baby will be half elf? We can raise the baby together here just fine.”

“No, I have to go back because it isn’t safe to stay with you!”

The rush of pain that returned to my chest left me breathless for a second. This roller-coaster ride of joy and pain was making me nauseous. She was alternately giving and stealing away hope with every sentence she spoke.

“Of course it’s safe to stay with me,” I said, pushing to my feet as well.

Trixie said nothing, just pointed at the window where the goblins had climbed through only minutes earlier. My stomach twisted and I swallowed back the rise of bile.

“That was an isolated incident,” I said evenly, tearing my eyes from the gouges in the wood from the goblins’ claws. “I know the proper protection spells. I can keep anything you can think of out of our home. Name it and I can block it out.”

“The goblins are an isolated incident, but how many isolated incidents have there been since we’ve known each other? Vampires attacking and the damn Low Town mafia. The Svartálfar and even the Wild Hunt. And that’s all without mentioning the Towers! Even if you don’t consider the Towers, there will always be something.”

“No. I won’t get involved. I—”

“You can’t actually believe that,” she scoffed, shoving one hand through her long blonde hair. “It’s who you are, Gage. It’s the man I love. You help people who are hurting. They’re drawn to you because they sense that you can help them and you can’t say no. But the problem is that the danger follows you and it hits the people closest to you.”

“It won’t. I’ll stop. I’ll just be a tattoo artist and nothing more. No getting involved. I’ll protect you and the baby,” I countered in a rush, desperate to convince her that I could be strong and responsible. I could keep her safe.

“What about the Towers?”

I backpedaled, my brain desperately searching for an answer that would convince her that she was safe with me. But I didn’t have one for the Towers. I couldn’t escape the Towers, not so long as I was alive. They would always be a part of my life. “I can shield you from the Towers. I wouldn’t be the only warlock to have a child or spouse. I can hide you, protect you.”

“But there would still be a great risk. . . .”

“Of course there’s a risk. There are no guarantees!” I shouted, my temper finally snapping. She wasn’t giving anything. She wanted perfection and I couldn’t give her perfection. “You’d have to worry about the Towers no matter who you were with. Everyone has to worry about the Towers! There are dangers out there that everyone has to deal with. You can’t escape that!”

“Yes, but it is worse because of who you are.” Her lovely voice was calm and even, unmoved by my rising hysteria. But then, she’d had plenty of time to think about this. She’d had time to work out all the arguments in her head. “You’ve had people within the Towers hunting you and it will happen again. When I chose to be with you, I knew that I was a target if they ever discovered our relationship. I happily accepted that risk for myself, but I can’t do that with our child.”

“Please, don’t do this, Trixie,” I said softly, but I couldn’t put any force behind it because I understood her argument. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to protect our child from the danger that followed me like a black shadow waiting to cast its dark pall over those I loved.

“I love you, Gage.” Her voice broke and the tears started down her cheeks again. “I love who you are and I’m so proud that you can help people with your gifts. I would never change that about you, but I think this is the sacrifice that we must make for your gifts. I’m sorry.”

I stood staring at her for several seconds, my brain locked in a useless loop of trying to find a way around her arguments. I needed a solution, a guarantee that she and the baby would be safe. But there wasn’t one. So long as the Towers existed, so long as I was cursed with this gift for magic, I couldn’t give her the safety she demanded.

“When are you leaving?” I asked, my voice was raw and rough as sandpaper.

“Soon. Eldon is coming to get me.”

A bitter, sarcastic laugh escaped me. “I’m sure your brother was thrilled to hear your news.”

“Eldon doesn’t hate you. You fixed it so that I am welcome among my people again and your actions have resulted in his wife being pregnant with their second child.”

I nodded because I was simply out of words.

“Our child will be happy and safe, I promise you.”

“But I will never see you or our child.”

Trixie didn’t respond because I was right. To keep her and the baby safe, I had stay away from them. I would never hold my son or daughter. I would never see their smile and their first steps. I would never hold Trixie again.

“Will you let me see you one last time before you leave?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I don’t know which of us cracked first, but in the next second she was in my arms, my face buried in her hair while her nails scored my back in her attempts to get as close to me as possible. Drawing in a shuddering breath to get a handle on my emotions again, I lowered my mouth to hers, but at the first touch of her lips, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. Clothes were torn away, leaving us pressed skin to skin. That night, we made love again and again. Sometimes it was fast and violent, filled with rough and desperate caresses, as if we were in a rush to be merged at last. Other times, it was a slow exploring as if each of us were trying to memorize every inch of the other person so that it was imprinted forever on our brains.

It was shortly after dawn when I lay on my side beside Trixie. She was deep in sleep, her lovely face wiped clean of worry. I placed my hand over the slight mound of her abdomen where my child was growing within her. Was this Squall sleeping inside of her? When I met the little boy’s soul at Gaia’s, I’d instinctively known that he would be my son one day. I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Was this him now, so close to me and yet on the cusp of being stolen away?

A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I’d find a way to keep them safe. Even if I had to tear down each of the Ivory Towers brick by brick with my bare hands, I’d keep Trixie and my child safe and at my side.

 

Acknowledgments

T
here was a time when I didn’t know if this book would ever see the light of day. But when I sat at the computer, I knew that Gage had one more story that he had to tell the world. One last warning. One last lesson.

I want to give a big thanks to the Harper Voyager crew who has seen me through nine books. Pam and Jessie, you’re always there to cheer on my books and I will always be grateful. A big thanks to Diana for taking a chance on a dreamer addicted to the written word. We worked on eight books together and I’ve learned so much from you. And a big thanks to Kelly for being there to safely escort Gage into the waiting arms of readers one last time.

Last but far from least, thank you to all readers who have taken a chance on a guy determined to find his way through a strange world while protecting those he loves.

 

Don’t miss the next two parts of the Final Asylum Tales!

Demon’s Vow

Part 2 of the Final Asylum Tales

On sale October 21, 2014

Inner Demon

Part 3 of the Final Asylum Tales

On sale October 28, 2014

 

About the Author

Jocelynn Drake
is the
New York Times
bestselling author of the Dark Days series, and lives in Florida. When not at her desk, she is most likely to be found playing video games, watching movies, or hanging with her family.

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DEMON'S FURY.
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