Fearless Magic (25 page)

Jericho and Gabriel stood Sebastian upright and helped him find his balance. He stared at me with a mixture of contempt and fear. I knew that I needed to apologize to him, especially if I ever expected him to let me try that again, but I couldn't make myself say the words. I argued with myself that we needed his memories of the palace to make our mission successful and there was no way I would get them without saying I'm sorry, but I needed a few minutes.

I had never been more frustrated in my life. I was usually able to conquer whatever I set out for my mind to do and the returned magic dilemma was currently the bane of my existence. In less than four hours, I was going to need desperately to hand Avalon's magic over to him without hesitation and in only moments.

We would never have another opportunity like this. With Avalon out of the Romanian prisons and Lucan without his Royal family, this was my one shot to be able to swoop in, storm the castle, grab the prisoner and get the hell out of Dodge.

So, I hoped Sebastian was ready for round two, because I stood up, brushed off his shoulder and held my hands out to him again.

“You've got to be joking me,” he grunted, keeping his distance.

“No, come on, let's go!” I demanded, stomping my foot impatiently.

“Eden, maybe you could wait, and try again later?” Jericho offered carefully.

“Later? When later? On the way to the Caves? Or inside the palace? Or maybe right before I rescue Avalon, because my brother has been through a whole hell of a lot more than this guy and I can't risk blowing him up....” I trailed off, an idea coming to mind.

“You're right, but we will still be able to get Avalon out of there, even if you can't give him his magic back right away,” Jericho reasoned calmly.

“Yes we can! Xander, get your explosives!” I turned on my heel, shouting orders. I needed to even the playing field like Sebastian suggested, I needed to raise the stakes to their level. They destroyed my Farm.

I would blow their Summer Palace to tiny, little pieces that even magic wouldn't be able to put back together.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I walked carefully to the cave entrance. The last time I was here I was trapped inside, and even if I controlled the magic today, I still wasn't eager to relive those memories. Gabriel stood by my side, arms folded, aviator sunglasses on and hands moving expertly around his crimson rosary.

“Did you do an Eternal Walk?” I asked casually.

“Of course,” he replied, waiting for me decide what to do. “For a different king.”

I brushed my hands across an ancient stone pillar, feeling the gritty rock beneath my fingers. The blue smoke already surrounded my feet in soft, smokey swirls, blowing gently with the breeze. The healing magic was ecstatic to be home, and made its appearance as soon as my feet were on the stone patio leading into the caves.

It was just Gabriel and I now. Naima waited for us back at the car, which was at least an hour's walk. Bex Costello stayed with Sebastian at camp and Jericho led the rest of the group left to lay the ground work at the palace.

Our goal was to surround the palace at equal distances and when I arrived, I would take Gabriel straight to Avalon, while the rest of the team descended on the palace from every direction, strategically placing explosives to avoid killing Avalon. As soon as Gabriel and I had Avalon in our custody, the palace would go boom.

If everything went as planned, we would be able to make an escape easily through the confusion and wreckage. It was simple. I just wanted to meet the Caves one more time, before I left India, probably for good.

“The explosions can't significantly hurt Immortals, right?” I asked Gabriel, going over the plan again and deciding there was still time to change course if I didn't feel comfortable.

“Not significantly, no. Everyone affected will be able to recover,” he replied seriously and I knew I could trust Gabriel. Not because I knew him so well, or felt he would never lie to me. I
knew
he would never lie to me; he would never lie to anybody. “Everyone, except Avalon and if there are any other humans in the palace.”

“Will there be? What about the stewards?” I panicked at the thought of martyring those beautiful women. I wouldn't go through with it if there were a chance they would be in the compound.

“They are not allowed to stay inside the palace and from Te's observations, all of the Walks have been suspended for now,” Gabriel never lost his matter of fact tone, but now I found it very comforting.

“Ok, so let's do this.” I sighed, finding the courage to move forward.

We walked silently into the Caves, our footsteps echoing off the cavernous walls. I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't immediately feel an invisible barrier blockade me inside.

The Caves felt empty, hollowed and lifeless. During my Walk, I immediately felt the power radiate inside these stone walls, but now I walked their solitary enclosures and felt nothing. No pulsing magic, no electric force from the earth manifested itself into colorful winds. The empty rooms and natural hollows imparted nothing except the mere beauty of creation.

The blue magic flitted around my feet, rushing across the rock floor, in swirling patterns and playful wisps. Glad to be home and happy to be reunited with its origins, the blue smoke displayed no desire to return here for good, made no effort to struggle with me again and be freed from my bodily prison.

Gabriel stayed silent, quietly observing the phenomenon; I appreciated his company even more for it. I could find no words to explain what happened here, and had no explanation to offer for the consequences and the smoke that I carried with me.

I didn't know what I was looking for, or what I thought I would find once inside the empty caverns; but whatever I was looking for wasn't here. There was nothing left of the magic from the earth and I felt foolish exploring the Caves for something that was already at my disposal.

We walked further into the Caves, nearing the outside and suddenly there was something to feel. The hair on my neck stood up straight; my blood began to prickle with the warnings of other magic close by. We were not alone and no longer safe.

Gabriel tilted his head and the joints in his neck cracked. I knew he was not Titan and could not feel the other magic's presence, but he was a wise warrior despite his vows to the church.

“This was a mistake,” I whispered.

“There are no mistakes, Eden, just different outcomes to our flawed expectations,” Gabriel recited with confidence.

I stood up, distracted by his wisdom so when Lucan, and thirty Titans, walked around the corner he found Gabriel readied in a battle stance and me, completely unprepared and confused. But Gabriel was right, I shouldn't be worried about messing up, I should be focused on how to turn our unfolding events into opportunity.

“Eden, what a pleasant surprise,” Lucan practically sang. He glowed with victory, happy to have caught me off guard and almost alone. The blue magic that was scattered across the floor, gathered to me quickly, disappearing completely at the sound of Lucan's voice. He stared after it, his expression suddenly hard and angry.

“I heard you broke the Caves, so we came to see if there was anything we could do. Is there like a generator box around that I can take a look at, or power cord that needs to be plugged back in?” I asked sarcastically, narrowing my eyes and folding my arms.

“How clever....” Lucan sighed, looking me over with hungry interest. “And Gabriel, I had so hoped you were dead. Amory recruited you after all, did he?”

“No,” Gabriel said simply, relaxing his stance a little and feigning unconcern.

“Eden, then? Really?” He looked back at me, his ice, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “From what I've heard, she hardly lives up to her brother's potential. She probably doesn't even understand what a find you are. Or were, in this case....” He smiled cynically, pure evil marking his expression.

“I am often underestimated,” Gabriel responded, and the hardness in his tone caused my attention to turn to him. His orange eyes fueled by hatred shimmered with rage, as if they were on fire. I struggled to tear my eyes away from him, absolutely certain they held a power of their own.

“Just curious, how long have you known we were in India? Or was this an accident?” I asked innocently, hoping to belittle the hateful king as much as I could. I shared Gabriel's detest. I was afraid at first and then caught off guard, but the longer I stood in Lucan's presence the more deeply I felt vengeful rage.

“We watched you land yesterday; maybe you were unaware that your grandfather's hanger is adjacent to my own,” Lucan explained smugly.

“And so you just hang out at the airport?” I asked, letting my teenage sarcasm get the best of me.

“At least your grandfather understood respect,” Lucan snapped, his eyes hardening to stone.

“And look what happened to him,” I growled, taking a step forward at the mention of my grandfather.

At my reaction Lucan smiled, a contorted grin of satisfaction that made my stomach churn violently. “Yes, look at what happened to him,” he repeated in a cruel, victorious whisper. “Kiran!” He called suddenly, and my heart stopped beating.

The room grew silent; not even a Guard dared to fidget. I stood, paralyzed by the realization of why Lucan would know what went on at the airstrip yesterday, someone had been there to pick up Kiran. I shouted to myself to hold it together, to remember how I was able to walk away the other night and that I was stronger than him, stronger than whatever hold he thought he had over me.

Kiran entered the Caves, dressed in tan, linen pants and a blue, plaid, button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was perfection as always, but only his eyes caused some hesitation, I had moved beyond being impressed by looks alone. He walked to his father, standing next to him and directly across from me. The real distance between us was probably five feet, but it felt both canyons apart and suffocatingly close at the same time.

He stared at me, his mouth unmoving, his body unflinching, but I fought the desperation to find his gaze. I would lose myself in the ocean of his eyes and I could not allow myself to misplace my focus. So instead I stared at his father, my grandfather's murderer, and the orchestrator of oppression for my people.

“Impressive recovery,” I mused, keeping my eyes from him, even while addressing him. “Already up and about, hmm?”

“Yes, I am,” he answered softly. I could feel his intense gaze on my face, pulling my eyes toward his with gravitational forces rivaling the sun.

“Don't we have you to thank for that, Eden?” Lucan asked with a pleased, vicious voice.

“Ok, what's the plan here?” I shook my head, forcing my attention back to Lucan, “Like, do you want to just meet us back at the palace, or.... what?” I was really getting a kick out of treating this so trivially and it helped that I knew it was driving Lucan mad.

“We would be more than happy to arrange the transportation.” He smiled with practiced benevolence at me before snapping his fingers and turning on his heel.

The Titan Guards surrounded Gabriel and me, pushing us forward and out the other side of the cave. The elephants were dressed in their traditional Cave Walk costumes and I couldn't help but dread another long ride on one of the mammoth beasts.

“Seriously, we drove here,” I whined, hoping by some unrealistic miracle my complaints would be heard, “you fly jets, why don't you make yourselves some roads, for like, cars?”

“Eden can ride with my son,” Lucan demanded, ignoring my protests and I couldn't stop my eyes from rolling and a long sigh from escaping my lips.

I grumbled the entire way to the top of the elephant, refusing to use magic on the principle that riding an elephant, as exotic as it was, was really uncomfortable. The basket on top of the large mammal was big enough for at least two people, so I knew I would not be confined next to Kiran, but this was a brave risk Lucan was taking. Wasn't he worried I would just kill his son?

Lucan's elephant moved next to ours and I couldn't contain my curiosity, “Aren't you afraid this will be the last time you see him alive?” I shouted to Lucan, gesturing at his son.

“If you touch him, harm him in any way, I will kill your brother tonight. And then tomorrow morning I will execute every single one of your friends at dawn. Do not play games with me, child,” Lucan said seriously and I kept my mouth shut. At the moment, he held the upper hand, I couldn't argue with that.

With Lucan's threats hanging heavily in the air, he did not even bother to board a Titan with us. I sat across from Kiran, bouncing roughly with the uneven and slow steps of our elephant transportation moving up the mountainside. He stayed silent for a long time, his back to the elephant's head and still stared, his gaze burning a hole through my soul.

“I'm glad we have a moment to ourselves,” Kiran said after minutes of silence, as if our togetherness was the most normal thing in the world, as if I wasn't his prisoner. “I wanted to say thank you, for healing me.” His inflection was genuine, but I yawned in response, I had nothing to say to him.

“Eden,” he began again, and the way he said my name, forced my eyes to his. He held my attention completely, I was transfixed by his turquoise eyes, shining in the bright sunlight; he was hopeful but reserved. I kept my mouth closed and my magic under control, but still his gaze held me. “If you would like, I could have them bring.... I could send for Lilly, if you wanted. I mean, if you wanted, I would get her for you, I know how much she means to you.”