Doomsday Brethren, Book 04: Entice Me at Twilight (13 page)

“Do your dreams ever come true?” she asked Bram.

Bram met her stare directly. “Always.”

Another unpleasant truth.
Damn
.

“Then you have my cooperation.” Fear clutching her insides, Felicia grabbed Hurstgrove’s arm in one hand and Lucan’s in the other. “Let’s go.”

By midday, Hurstgrove parked the car near the side of a hill. Just over the rise, the sounds of the crashing ocean carried on the wind. The brisk scent of salt and the winter chill stung Felicia’s nose.

As she reached for the door handle, her stomach jumped. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the remote location, or Hurstgrove’s taciturn mood, but foreboding washed over Felicia. She suspected her life was about to change forever.

Hurstgrove yanked the keys from the ignition but didn’t open the door. Instead, he clenched his jaw and jabbed her with a furious stare. “I don’t want this for you.”

“Mathias isn’t going to rest until he’s found me, yes?”

“He’s relentless.”

“The sooner we deal with this, the sooner I’ll have my life back.”

Hurstgrove shook his head. “What we’re about to tell you will shock you, and I wish I could spare you—”

“But you can’t.” She resisted the urge to curl her fingers around his hard shoulders and absolve him of guilt. “I can handle it.”

“You’re strong,” Lucan said from the cramped backseat. “Excellent. You’ll need it.”

Together, they left the car, Hurstgrove standing close, his gaze raking the landscape around them with a watchfulness that made her tense. Lucan crowded her other side, doing the same.

Moments later, a group oozing testosterone emerged to the blustery day from the mouth of the cave, Bram at the front. How had he beaten them here? That mental transportation he’d alluded to at her wedding? Why hadn’t they used it with her?

She also recognized Ice from her wedding, along with sword-wielding Marrok. With them were three other men she’d never seen: one with Lucan’s blue eyes but an easier mien; a big, dark-haired bloke with gray eyes like a storm cloud; and a smiling fellow with striking green eyes.

“Who are they?” she whispered.

“Let’s get inside where it’s safer, and I’ll explain.” Hurstgrove didn’t sound happy.

Felicia approached the small crowd, and Ice led the group into the caves. Hurstgrove followed closely behind, ruffling her hair with his hot breath.

The door shut behind them, and warmth enclosed her. The caves, while sparse, were surprisingly homey.

“Some of us, you know. The others …” Bram pointed to
the blue-eyed man beside him. “This is Caden MacTavish, Lucan’s younger brother. Tynan O’Shea.” He gestured to the stormy one, who stared stoically. “And half of the trouble twins, Ronan Wolvesey.” Mr. Green Eyes nodded. “Raiden, the other half, is out taking care of an urgent matter.”

“Hello,” Felicia said to the small cluster of men, then turned to Bram. “Now, tell me everything I need to know.”

Before he could say a word, four women filed in. A classically beautiful brunette with stunning indigo eyes introduced herself as Olivia. Next, Felicia met Sydney, a plucky redhead who exuded intelligence. Then Kari, who swung long, pale curls over her shoulder as the diamond in her navel twinkled in the lamplight. Finally, Ice approached another blonde, this one so dazzlingly gorgeous, Felicia’s jaw dropped.

The woman threw herself into Ice’s arms, and he enclosed her in an embrace. His kiss was so gentle, Felicia could hardly believe it had come from such a fierce male.

When he lifted his head, Ice smiled. “My princess.”

This must be Sabelle
. Feeling as if she’d just witnessed something intimate, Felicia looked away.

Until Sabelle approached Duke and hugged him. “Thank goodness you’re safe.”

Hurstgrove kissed her on the forehead, his touch brotherly. “Thank you for your concern.”

He wasn’t moved by the woman’s beauty at all? Felicia frowned. Of the two of them, Sabelle was by far the more stunning. Hurstgrove didn’t seem to notice.

Sydney crossed the room and gave him a mock sigh. “Still can’t get rid of you, I see.”

Hurstgrove smiled wryly. “You’re stuck with me.”

“A pest to the end. Why am I not surprised?”

Their camaraderie shafted Felicia with a bolt of envy.
Hurstgrove liked these women, respected them. The fact she’d never once exchanged an easy word with him chafed her. He wanted her but didn’t like her? Or only wanted her because Mason did?

She shoved the ugly thought aside.

A moment later, Caden approached the sassy redhead and tilted her face to his for a lingering kiss.

“You’re a flirt,” he accused softly, brushing a kiss over her lips.

“Mmm. If flirting gets me treatment like this, I’ll do it more often.”

“Perhaps I need to take you over my knee, firecracker,” he whispered.

Felicia doubted anyone else in the room could hear them. But standing right beside them, she couldn’t miss their by-play.

The brunette made her way over to Marrok and looked at him as if he was her moon, sun, and stars all in one. He returned the silent sentiment—along with a good dose of heat. They whispered to each other. Felicia couldn’t hear, but their devotion was obvious. In fact, it was all around her. She’d never spent time with couples actually in love. Alexei hadn’t loved Deirdre. Her adoptive parents hadn’t been in love, either.

Part of Felicia envied their closeness, which made no sense. She didn’t want love, didn’t want to lose herself as her sister had … and yet, there was something so compelling about the obvious commitment these couples shared.

Hurstgrove settled his hand on her waist, above her hip. She jumped at his touch, and swung her gaze over her shoulder. Desire glowed in his eyes.

Sabelle approached her cautiously, then shot a stunned glance to Hurstgrove. “Wow. I can’t believe you actually
found—”

Hurstgrove shook his head and sent the woman a warning glare.

Felicia wanted to scream. “What are you hiding from me? What is going on?”

“This one speaks her mind,” Kari drawled. “A woman I can relate to.”

The other women snickered.

“You guys better start talking,” Olivia said with a smug smile.

“Quickly.” Felicia tried to keep the impatience from her voice. “I’ve already discerned that you’re not human.”

Smiles all around the room fell instantly. The air seemed to stop.

“How long have you known?” Bram demanded, jaw nearly scraping his toes.

She bit her lip. “Since he abducted me.”

“Hence the twenty questions in the car last night.” Hurstgrove winced.

“How did you guess?” Bram snapped.

“Little clues,” she said noncommittally.

Felicia had long regarded her built-in lie detector as one of her defenses. The only person she’d ever confessed its existence to was dead. She wasn’t giving up the truth to a roomful of people she hardly knew.

“So
what
are you?” she demanded.

“I’m human,” Sydney offered softly. “So is Kari.”

“As am I,” said Marrok.

Felicia’s gaze raked over the others. They were the only humans here? Must be; no one else said a word. She let out a deep breath.

“After my quaint game of dodge-the-question with Hurstgrove, I know that you’re not vampires, lupines, demons,
zombies, or elves.”

“Simon,” he growled. Again.

“Correct,” Bram said cautiously.

Now
they were getting somewhere. “In fact, I’m fairly certain that you’re magical.”

“Smart girl,” Ice groused.

“Smarter than I realized.” Hurstgrove sent her a long, measuring glance.

She pressed on. “I assume Mathias is magical? And why have I never seen any of you perform magic?”

Bram and Hurstgrove exchanged another glance. The blond man backed farther into the cavernous room and sat on the aged greenish couch. The others followed suit, each choosing a place to sit in the craggy stone room filled with hodge-podge furniture. His Grace rubbed his palms on his trousers and approached her. He took her hand in his.

A thousand volts of pure sexual energy shot up her arm. She jerked away.

Everyone watched.

“You needn’t break it to me gently as if someone has died. Just tell me.”

He nodded, his dark hair falling across his dark eyes. “Sydney, Kari, and Marrok aside, we’re witches and wizards. The wizards comprise the Doomsday Brethren, who fight Mathias and his Anarki army. He hides behind a cloak of helping magickind’s lower class, the Deprived. But it’s crap. He steals souls to build his army and kills innocents for their life force, all to overtake magickind. God help us—human and magical alike—if that happens.”

Felicia took in Hurstgrove’s words, heart racing. Every word he’d said was pure truth.

She wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to the obvious question, but couldn’t afford to bury her head in the sand.
“Why does he want me?”

Hurstgrove hesitated, then looked to Sabelle. “What did you find?”

“I’m still checking a few things … but Raiden recently uncovered a family tree that gives me every reason to believe your deduction is accurate.” The beautiful witch looked at him with apology.

“Thank you, Sabelle. Keep digging and let me know—”

“What deduction?” Felicia demanded. “Don’t talk around me like I’m a child. This is
my life
.”

He cursed under his breath. “As far as we can tell, you’re an Untouchable. Someone who completely dampens all magic near them.”

Again, the truth. And this explained why he’d never performed magic around her. “You tried to …”

“Use magic?” he prompted. “Yes, I did. Bram did, as well.”

“And I,” Lucan admitted.

“Last night, while we guarded the house you slept in, I tried a few spells,” Ronan admitted. “She’s completely effective for a bit more than two hundred meters. Impressive.”

Ice whistled, clearly astonished.

Hurstgrove glared at Ice, then approached her in the silence. “Untouchables are born only every thousand years to a very specific bloodline, and since you’re adopted …”

“The timing is right,” Sabelle supplied, rising from Ice’s lap. “As is the location. Her effect on your signature and the description of her ability is spot on. I’m trying to determine her birth parents now.”

Felicia froze at those words. “They didn’t want me; I don’t want them.”

Sabelle held up her hands, placating. “I understand. We just want to be certain you’re actually
the
Untouchable, and
not merely a human with a few unusual abilities. Though as long as Mathias believes you are, the facts may be irrelevant.”

It was all honest truth, even if lies would have been more believable. The whole thing should have been impossible. Everything felt surreal, like a misadventure happening to someone else. Felicia couldn’t wrap her head around it. Panic began to creep in.

“Why would Mathias want someone like me to suppress his magic? Does he view me as a … weapon? Does he seek to use me against all of you?”

Hurstgrove paused. “Ever heard of Morganna le Fay?”

She nodded. “King Arthur’s half sister, according to lore. A witch, yes?”

“Aye,” Marrok piped in. “A more evil bitch has never roamed the earth.”

Hurstgrove leaned in. “He became a tad bitter when she cursed him to immortality and took away his ability to … well, it’s not important. Mathias needs you to enter Morganna’s tomb. He seeks to resurrect her and control her power to further his terrible cause.”

“Why does he need
me
to bring this dead witch back to life?”

Bram and Hurstgrove shared another glance—and she didn’t like their secrecy one bit.

She ground her teeth together. “I won’t have you hiding anything from me.”

“We don’t know for certain,” Bram admitted finally. “Lore holds that Morganna’s tomb is rigged with all manner of magical traps. Only an Untouchable could bypass those and get inside the tomb.”

Oh dear God
. This had to be happening to someone else. She’d never walked on the wild side, craved danger—never even had a parking ticket. How could it be that she had powers
a magical sociopath wanted?

“Sabelle and I are researching all the surviving information about the tomb,” Bram supplied. “As Merlin’s surviving grandchildren—”

“
The
Merlin? He was real?”

“Indeed.” Bram nodded. “We have his writings. If he noted anything about a way to end Morganna’s exile or death, we’ll find it.”

“Who can tell us something about … my kind? Or more about Mathias’s plans?”

Hurstgrove and Bram exchanged another heavy glance. His Grace’s hand tightened on her hip. “There’s one person. But—”

A series of staccato gongs interrupted, sounding somewhat like the start of a nail-biting cinema soundtrack. Though they seemed faint, almost far away.

She looked around for the source of the noise. “What is that?”

Hurstgrove sidled even closer and cursed.

Shaking his head, Bram drawled, “Speak of the devil …”

E
VERYTHING INSIDE
D
UKE TENSED
at the sound of the magical chime. How the hell was he going to keep Felicia safe now?

“We must hide her,” he barked at Bram. Then he turned to Ice. “Where?”

Bram shook his head. “Too late.”

“What do you mean?” Felicia tensed.

Duke didn’t answer her; he didn’t know how to tell her that after he’d tried so hard to protect her, the enemy would soon walk through their front door and see her for himself.

“Let him in, Ice,” Bram instructed. “Are your magical boundaries in place?”

“What’s happening?” Felicia demanded.

“Only the farthest. Those near the caves …” Ice answered as if she hadn’t spoken, instead shooting her a pointed stare.

“It’s not her fault,” Duke defended hotly.

“Understood,” Ice agreed. “But how the fuck are we to defend ourselves?”

Felicia winced. “Do I have any means to … turn the ability off?”

With a lift of his razor-sharp brow, Ice drawled, “You’ll have to tell us. We don’t have a damn clue.”

“Nor do we have time to find out now. Ice, take Caden and Ronan with you.” Bram nodded at the wizards. “Greet Shock
cautiously. We don’t know for certain why he’s come.”