Forbidden Forest (The Legends of Regia) (13 page)

“Stop messing around!” she snarled at him.

“Glad you could tell,” he laughed while slashing at the side of her midriff.

She jumped out of the way.

“You’re not bad, Forest.”

She shrieked in outrage, making him laugh again. “
Not bad
! I’ll show you,
not bad
!”

Forest moved like a blur, bounding over the fountain in one long leap. But Syrus moved too quickly, facing off with her on the other side so that Forest had to sidestep clumsily, almost falling into the fountain and half twisting her ankle. Her wrists were jarred painfully over and over as she put up the most aggressive offense she could. Syrus parried her every strike, seeming totally at ease. She could see he was taunting her, and her rage kicked up another notch.

“You’re getting emotional, Forest.” Syrus said casually as he deflected her attempt to cut off his arm. “You’re losing concentration.”

Forest felt like she was back in swordplay class at the Academy. She had never fought anyone with Syrus’ skill. She knew he was right, but that made her all the angrier, and her swings became wilder. This in turn began to anger Syrus. He threw one of his swords at her head. The sound of it rang in her ear as it missed by a few centimeters. She knew he missed on purpose. Raindrops smacked against the side of the blade as she swung her sword in a wide arch, bringing it down in what would have been a killing strike. Syrus stopped her arm in the air, grabbing her wrist firmly. She tried to pull it lose. Syrus lifted his sword slowly and set the blade on her shoulder.

“You lose,” he stated.

She shrieked again in rage, angering Syrus at her soreness. He twisted the sword from her hand and threw it.

“I’ve lost some respect for you, Forest. I thought you were much more disciplined.”

Forest saw red, and she gave no regard to the fact that he was still armed and she wasn’t. She raised her arm and brought her hand down on his face in a stinging slap. Shock was plain on his face along with her handprint.

“
Vampires
! Always think you’re better than everyone else when really you’re the most disgusting race in all of Regia!”

Forest stood panting with emotion, astonished at what she had just said.

“That does it!” Syrus threw his sword and charged at her.

She scrambled backward as he advanced. His face was taut and his blind eyes were wild. She retreated backwards until she could feel the rock wall looming behind her. He stretched one hand toward her, and his lips moved in an incantation she couldn’t hear. She felt a pulling at her hands and around her neck. The next second, all the silver she was wearing went flying off her body and landed with a plunk in the fountain. He reached out and picked her up around the waist. Before her mind could think to protest, she wrapped herself around him. Their mouths fused together in a violent, starving urgency. Her arms clung around his neck, and her legs banded around his hips. There was one agonizingly wonderful moment as they strained against one another trying to pull tighter, both their mouths throbbing as blood hammered through their veins. Then it happened. What felt like a lightning bolt cracked inside both of their chests, jolting their mouths apart. The pain hissed and flashed inside them but strengthened the pull between them.

“Don’t do this,” she whispered even as she clung tighter.

He buried his face in her neck but he didn’t bite her as she feared he would.

“I don’t want this,” she protested breathlessly, her words contrary to her actions.

He pulled his face back, his mouth a breath from hers. “
What
? You felt that didn’t you? You must have felt that! I want to find out what this is.”

He crushed his mouth against hers again. Her whole body was screamingly alive as he kissed her. But even as instinct had her clinging, demanding more, a stabbing pain bit deep into her scars and Leith’s face flashed in her mind. All of her muscles stiffened, and she pulled her mouth away, fighting to regain control of her body. “I…I don’t want this!”
There’s nothing I want more
.

Forest’s lips trembled as she fought to hold herself immobile. She fought until her whole body quaked with the effort. The pull between their mouths was painfully strong. Syrus stood stone still, allowing her to move or pull away as she chose. If she gave in it would unleash a force within her she couldn’t account for. Insanity. Desire. Fear.

“Please let me go, Syrus. Please.”

A look of crushed disbelief fell on his face. Now he was the one who was trembling. He fought against his muscles as he forced himself to let go. Forest’s feet hit the slick muddy ground, and she ran from him. She ran to the gate and shoved her way through, and she continued to run. She paid no attention to where she was going; her body just demanded that she move. The trees clawed at her but she paid them no mind. Forest didn’t hesitate even a second when she reached the edge of the river; she dove right in.

The luminous, silvery water was comfortably cool, and it eased the scraping frustration in her cells as it compressed on her. She took one deep breath and slid beneath the surface. Forest pulled herself to the sandy bottom and lay on her back looking up through the water. The surface undulated lazily, textured by the pelting rain.

Relief washed through her, though her mouth still throbbed, forcing her think about Syrus’ mouth. A vampire’s mouth was the most sensitive place on their body. Kissing Syrus was nothing like kissing Leith. It had been intense, but her mouth was not at all harmed. Forest’s lips and tongue always bled when Leith kissed her. The comparison was stark. She had wanted to kiss Syrus, she chose it. She had never chosen to kiss Leith. Everything he did to her was an assault.

The water was such blessed silence. All she could hear was her heart, thumping in her ears, and she could cry without having to feel the tears. She would drown the part of her that longed for Syrus right there along with the insanity inside her that made her shed tears over the loss of the possibility. They could not be together.

****

Night had fallen when Forest finally returned home. She tried to force her mind to be coolly diplomatic, but she was terrified. As she reached her stone wall, she forced herself to focus on her physical state. She was freezing. It had stopped raining, but her clothes were still wet and clinging. Her heart clinched when she entered her garden. Syrus stood with his back to her, poking a stick into the fire. His shoulders stiffened when she approached, but he gave no other sign that he knew she was there.

Forest stood close to the fire, watching him over the top of the flames. His eyes were shut, and his face looked drawn. Forest could think of nothing to say. She felt embarrassed, stupid, and unprofessional. One of Syrus’ cheeks was pulled in, as if he chewed the inside of his mouth. The silence was ridiculously awkward and Forest was completely at a loss as to how to break it.

Syrus sighed, rolled his head, cracking his neck, and threw the stick he was holding into the fire. “I’ve always had the feeling that my parents hate each other.”

Forest’s breath came out in a whoosh, and she tried not to laugh in the cracking tension. It was amazing the amount of relief she felt that he had spoken first. “Oh?”

“Yes. It seems on the rare occasion that they do speak to each other, they are fighting, or else talking with such cold civility you would think they were addressing an enemy.”

“That must have been difficult for you as a child,” Forest said.

“When I was young, they fought about me all the time. Then as I grew up, they used me against each other. No matter what the topic was, I was the hinge on the door that they pushed back and forth.”

Forest was quiet for a moment. “Why are you telling me this?”

Syrus shrugged, but she knew he wasn’t just making idle chit chat. “I became a mage after the attack. It was the most wonderful moment of my life. It was even enough to please my mother. Any vampire that becomes a master has the chance at becoming a mage, though very few have the ability. When the transformation happened to me, well…the experience was nothing short of… spiritual. I thought it would be the only spiritual experience I would ever have. That was until a few hours ago.”

Forest panicked. “Syrus, don’t!”

“No, Forest. We have to talk about it.”

Panic pressed down on her lungs, and she found it hard to breathe. She would not, could not tell him about Leith. And if they talked about what had happened between them, she feared it would come up because Leith was a part of it. If Syrus had felt even a fraction of what she had, he would want to be lovers. She couldn’t be his lover. She was someone else’s property.

“I…Not yet…not now, okay? I’m not ready. Give me some time, please. We’ll talk about anything else.”

Syrus raised one eyebrow. “Leith?”

“Damn it, Syrus!
Anything
else! Not what happened earlier and not Leith! Why would you even ask about him?”

“Because of the way you reacted the other night when I mentioned you knowing him.”

Violent emotions bubbled inside her, and she turned to retreat to the house again. “Why can’t you leave me alone?”

Syrus moved quickly and caught her by both arms. “I just can’t.”

Whatever it was that had happened earlier had caused a shift in the gravity. She felt the pulsing of his blood through his hands as he gripped her arms, and it seemed the magnetism between them had doubled, tripled even. Why was fate doing this to her? Syrus was shaking slightly again as he eased back from her, and she sighed in relief when he let go and took a step away.

“Just tell me something.”

“What?” she asked cautiously.

“Just something I don’t know about you. Something true.”

“My eyes are green,” she said.

“I already know that. Redge told me.”

Forest thought for a moment. He had told her something personal, and he wanted something personal in return. “My father named me. As far as I know, he has only seen me once: on the day I was born. My mother said that he held me a long time and that we looked into each other’s eyes. When he gave me back, he said that my name should be Forest, because that was what he saw in my eyes.”

“When this is all over,” Syrus said quietly. “I shall look in them myself.” He reached and took her hand. “Get lost in them.”

He began to pull her to him, but she put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “Look, we can’t do this,” she said firmly.

“Why?”

Forest could feel her mind spluttering. “Because we, because…because we have to keep our minds clear for the journey ahead. This, whatever this is, is a distraction neither of us can afford.” She pulled her hand out of his. “Don’t touch me anymore,” she ordered roughly.

“Fine,” he said in a clipped tone. Then he smirked, catching her off guard. “Don’t touch
me
anymore.”

“No problem.” Forest could hear the acid in her voice and was relieved that she could still serve it up to him. “I’m going inside. I’m cold and tired.”

Syrus didn’t follow her immediately inside but took his time putting the fire out. Forest threw her damp clothes on the bathroom floor and put on fleece pajamas and thick socks. When she came back and picked up her pile of wet clothes, intending to put them in the laundry, her heart skipped a beat. Her cell phone! She pulled it out of the pocket of her wet pants. It was dead.

When Syrus came in the house, he could hear Forest cursing a blue streak from her room and the whirring of one of her electronics. He was half way to her door, going to ask her what was wrong, when something loud crashed inside, and he thought better of it.

Forest was in hysterics over her phone and trying to dry it out with her hairdryer. Desperation will sometimes cause people to do things they know are asinine, yet they cannot seem to stop themselves from doing them, hoping for a miracle. Forest put the phone down once it was dry and began pacing around her room. She had to calm down.

An hour later, Forest sat on her bed, the comforter littered with clothes, weapons, and first aid items. She had been considering what were the most important things to pack for their journey. She was throwing clothes around, looking for her favorite hoodie when her phone gurgled up a weak beep letting her know that she had in fact received a message. Forest was cradling her phone in both hands pressing buttons gently, trying to coax it to deliver the message it received while she had been underwater.

“Please. Please. Please,” she whispered.

The little screen told her the time in London, the weather in Boston, and a factoid about Mount Rushmore before informing her that she had an email from Kendel. Forest held her breath. Some of the message was lost but the words that mattered most popped up. “Leave before first light.”

Forest sighed and then laughed, relieved. Her phone wouldn’t be any more use to her on the trip. She tried to call, tried to email Kendel. The phone refused to play along. Well, she had been chosen for the job because she knew the Wood better than any other operative, she reminded herself. She would just have to do without any other help from Kendel. She jumped up to tell Syrus they would be leaving in a matter of hours.

Syrus’ door was shut. He was listening to
Cake’s
version of
Mahna Mahna
loudly. She laughed to herself as she heard him singing along, before knocking. The music shut off.

“Come in.”

Syrus sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with a slinky.

“I just got word from Kendel. We need to leave before dawn. So, that gives us about five hours. You should think about getting some sleep.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Well,
I’m
going to sleep once I finish packing. You need to do that too.”

“Hm. Yes. Do you have any more human clothes for me?” he asked.

“I’ll go down and find some.”

Forest was happy to find a new pullover that would fit Syrus, along with two other pairs of jeans and a few T-shirts. As she walked up the stairs, she remembered that they still had not figured out their cover story if they were captured, or how to change Syrus’ hairstyle.