Dragonmark (33 page)

My father's temple.

At least he remembered that much. But it wasn't like him to call Apollo father.

Bloody bastard.

Worthless …

Those
were the normal epitaphs for the creature who'd sired him.

“What else do you recall?”

He kissed her blind before he began thrusting fiercely against her hips.
How much I love you.

She groaned in pleasure as she struggled to remember herself why this was important. Yet she couldn't let him distract her. Not again. She had to stay focused. Had to make him remember himself. “And?”

I don't want to talk, Addie. I just want to feast on you.
He pulled out of her then so that he could kiss his way down her body until he took her into his mouth and made her forget everything except how talented he was with his tongue.

Growling deep in her throat, she sank her hand in his hair and spread her thighs wider to give him all the access he wanted to her body.

At the rate he was going, she'd never walk again. He was merciless and skillful in a way that should be illegal. And when she finally came, it was so intense that she screamed out from it.

Laughing, he rolled her over so that he could enter her again. This time, he positioned her on her stomach so that he could ride her furiously while his fingers kept time to his strokes.

And before she knew it, she came with him. His heart pounded against her shoulder while his ragged breath fell against her cheek.

I love you, Addie.

“Love you. But you've got to stop this, Illy. You are drakomai! You have to remember that.”

He laid himself over her like a blanket, pressing her deep into the mattress with his weight.
Nay … I'm a man. For you.

True fear cut through her at those words. This was serious. She needed to get him out of here and away from his uncle's clutches and schemes. There was something about this place that was damaging him. A spell or something …

But she would have to be careful. Apollo had them guarded and watched.

For that reason, she waited until Illarion fell asleep before she scooted away from him and dressed. Slipping off to the bathroom, she made sure that no guard or anyone else could hear her.

Then she used her powers to summon the last person she really wanted to converse with.

“Virag,” she whispered. “Where are you?”

“Thought you weren't talking to me again, little sister?”

“Don't be a jerk. I'm not, but I need you.”

“And
I'm
the jerk?”

She scoffed. “Of course you are.… Now can you come to me?”

“Where are you?”

“Olympus.”

He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Seriously. Where are you?”

“Olympus. Seriously. Now haul your butt here.”

He manifested as a shimmering shade next to her. “Wow, you weren't kidding. Why are you here?”

“Illarion. He's here, too.”

His features paled. “Uh … then I don't need to be here.”

She held him there with her powers. “Oh no you don't! Stay. I need you.”

“For what? Target practice?”

“Illarion has forgotten himself.”

He gaped. “How?”

“I don't know. Nor do I know how to repair it. Do you?”

“Of course not. I'm a kikimora, not a dragon.”

She gave him a droll, irritated glare.

“Don't even. It's not like I've had a lot of experience with dragons.”

Growling at him, she nudged him toward the bedroom. “Fine, then. I need you to do what you can.”

His eyes widened. “And that is?”

“Pretend to be Illarion. They don't care if I'm here or not. But they watch him constantly. You can take on his form. Just pretend to sleep until we get back.”

She expected him to protest.

But after an excruciating wait, he nodded. “Be careful.”

“Thank you.”

When she started away, Virag caught her hand. “I'm sorry, Eddie. For everything. You were never supposed to get hurt.”

Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the day she'd died in battle. The way it'd felt to see the anguish on Illarion's face and know that she was the cause of it. She'd fought to stay with everything she had.

But the Fates had cruelly denied them.

Bitter anger had filled her as she was forced from his side and pain had torn her apart and left her heartbroken.

Virag had been the first one she'd seen when she'd crossed over to her mother's realm. Even now, she remembered the indignity on his face the moment he realized what had happened to her.

What Morgen had done.

“No! This was not the deal! Edilyn was to remain unharmed!”

Morgen's voice had cut through their realm. “You failed, demon. I warned you the cost of it! No one crosses me!”

Then, Morgen had unleashed her MODs—her death demons that existed only to hunt and kill—to go after Edilyn even in their realm.

Virag had grabbed her immediately.

Their gazes had met in the darkness and he'd given her that big-brother smile that had always promised her protection and safety. “Do you trust me, Eddie?”

In spite of it all, she'd nodded.

And when they'd come to kill her, she'd learned the true power of her mother's people. What made them so incredibly sought after by others who wanted to enslave them for their abilities.

As the MODs had closed in to deal her the last fatal blow that would have ended her existence in all realms, Virag had taken her form and received her death sentence from Morgen's minions without hesitation or reservation.

Or at least, that had been his plan.

It wasn't until after she'd seen them
kill
her body that Virag had appeared by her side, dazed and with tears in his eyes.

As befuddled and shocked as he appeared, she'd stared at him. “Virag?”

He'd sniffed back his tears as he took her hand and then run with her before Morgen and the others realized what'd happened. Without explaining why her
lifeless
body was lying on the ground on the other side of the meadow from where they had fled, he'd taken her to hide deep inside their realm so that no one could find them.

Only when they were safe and far away from Morgen's reach did he finally explain what had happened on her arrival to the fey realm.

“
I
was supposed to die for you, Eddie. To make up for what I'd done to you and Illarion.” Sobs had racked him. “But she didn't give me a chance to make it right.” A tear had slid down his cheek. When he spoke, his voice had broken on a sob. “That was our mother just then. She cast me out of your body at the last minute and took my place when they attacked. She's the one they killed in your body.”

Edilyn had started after her, but he'd stopped her.

“It's too late. She's gone.”

“Nay! I want to see her!”

Clearing his throat, he'd gathered her into his arms. “I know and I'm so sorry. All of this is my fault. But if you go back now, they'll kill you and undo her sacrifice.”

She would have been angrier at him had he not been trying to make amends, but it was hard to fault him when his heart had been in the right place.

Instead, they'd reconnected after that day as he taught her the powers of their people.

Now …

She watched him assume Illarion's human body. “Virag?”

He arched a questioning brow.

“Stay safe, my brother.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “And you.” With a grand flourish, he took his cloak from his shoulders and wrapped it around hers.

She kissed his cheek, then went to her slumbering dragon. As gently as she could, she shook him awake. “Come, my lord. We should bathe.” Glancing around to make sure the guards didn't stir, she pulled Illarion to the bathroom.

But the moment he saw Virag in his body, he hissed.
What treachery is this?

Edilyn pushed Virag from the bathroom into the bed chambers, then turned to face Illarion. “No trick. I'm getting you out of here.”

An even deeper rage darkened his steel eyes.
You're casting me out?

Anguished pain sliced through her as she cupped his cheek in her palm. “Nay, my love! I'll be with you, but you can't stay here any longer. It's killing you and I can't watch you suffer another minute.” She quickly conjured clothes for him, then took Virag's cloak from her body, and handed it to him, intending to help him dress. She placed his hands over the small stack and met his gaze. “We have to get you to a place where you thrive again.”

But as she started to put the pants on him, Illarion stopped her. “Fetch your brother, Edilyn.”

She froze at the deep, rich sound of a voice she'd never heard before. “You spoke?”

He didn't answer. At least not with words. Rather, his skin darkened to a rich, deep caramel as his eyes faded to white. Running across his body like a flowing river, a spiraling black tattoo appeared to form an intricate and beautiful thorny pattern. It even marked his face, bisecting each cheek and across his forehead.

“Illarion?”

He kissed her lips tenderly, then stepped back to pull his hair into a ponytail that he secured with a leather tie. “Get your brother, Addie. We must move quickly.”

At the door, she glanced back and realized that the pattern over his flesh wasn't really random. It actually formed the image of a dragon that scaled the entire length of his body. And it was the beast's thorny tail that covered Illarion's face.

Unsure of what that meant or why it marked him, she went to get Virag.

At first, he protested.

“You need to come see something,” she breathed insistently. “And stop arguing.”

Finally, he obeyed.

The moment he entered the bathroom, he staggered back at the unholy sight of Illarion's new appearance.

Illarion stood there, not wearing the clothes she'd conjured, but dressed in black leather battle armor that looked as much like a dragon's body as his real form. The marks on his face were more pronounced now. His colorless eyes searing with their intensity.

“What did you do to your dragon, little sister?”

Illarion pulled something from the pocket of Virag's cloak. “Who is responsible for this?”

Edilyn had no idea what the small peach object was in his hand. Yet she wasn't willing to betray her brother, either. So she said nothing.

Virag, however, snorted. “Thought you might need it back to protect my sister.”

She scowled at him. “What is it?”

Illarion's gaze softened. “My dragonstone that he stole on the day we met.”

Her jaw went slack. “I don't understand … it healed your voice? How?”

With an incredibly handsome scowl, he nodded. “They're incredibly fickle things that heal from the heart of the one who carries them.”

“I don't understand.”

“My brothers' concerns were always for my life. So the stone healed my health alone.” Illarion closed the distance between them so that he could cup her face in his hands. Tenderness creased his brow as he smiled down at her. “If I had any doubt that you are my Edilyn, this ended it.… While my brothers sought only to keep me alive, you wanted to make me whole again.”

Tears blurred her vision. “Always.”

The love in his eyes burned her to the depth of her soul, especially when he held up his palm and she saw the last thing she'd ever expected to see again.

His mating mark.

Gasping, she turned her palm over … and there it was. Back where Savitar had placed it.

Happiness flooded her and with it came a tidal wave of tears.

“You didn't just repair my voice, Edilyn. You unbound all the powers Dagon had blocked when he tampered with my bloodline. After all, I wasn't just a drakomai, I was a demigod first.” With a precious smile, Illarion kissed her, then stepped back to clap Virag on the arm. “You ready to get out of here, old man?”

He snorted. “I don't think they're going to let us go.”

Illarion winked at him. “Don't think they can stop us.”

Virag cast a skeptical grimace to Edilyn. “He does know those are gallu demons out there, right?”

“Cast from the same lilitu demons that birthed and suckled me.” Illarion winked at Virag. “Your mother may have been a kikimora … but my mother was the soul-sucking, blood-drinking badass bitch of the demon world—” He wrinkled his nose before he unfurled a set of black wings from his back—“Who got busy with a god of war. You really think that whiny sun boy and his band of B-grade horror movie rejects out there concern me?”

Virag leaned forward to whisper, “For the record, they
do
concern me.”

“Then stay behind me and guard your sister's back.”

When Illarion started for the door, Edilyn pulled him to a stop. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving.”

“Shouldn't we—”

“I don't slink out back doors, my rose.”

Virag gaped. “Uh, for the record? I do.”

Illarion snorted at him before he threw open the temple doors and attempted to leave.

Only to discover they couldn't teleport out of this realm. They were stuck here on Olympus.

Now there was something Illarion hadn't planned on.

Damn you, Apollo.
The worthless bastard had the whole of Olympus locked down.

Furious, Illarion left their hall to travel to Apollo's temple on the hill.

Edilyn exchanged a concerned frown with her brother as they struggled to keep up with his long, furious strides. “Not sure I should have woken him up.”

“Yeah, you think?”

But there was no stopping Illarion. The dragon was out for blood and determined to leave.

As soon as he reached the steps of Apollo's sacred home, he used his powers to blast the huge golden doors from their hinges. He took the marble stairs two at a time and strode through the entrance to confront the god in the main hall.