King Cave (69 page)

“Excuse me?” he asked with a blank face.

“Don’t pull that,” Antonio waved the shaky hand again, “higher than thou crap right now. I need to do a spell on,” he waved a wobbly finger at Cahal, Elder Merrick, Elder Jacobs, and Elder Venclaire, “you guys, so get your ass down here so I can finish up with everyone else before I pass out.” When everyone stayed motionless — including myself — at the woozy Mage’s abrupt demand, Antonio sighed and lifted the empty orange juice bottle off the nightstand…and literally…smacked Cahal in the ass with it. “I. Said. Ass. Down. Here. Now.”

Ezra leaned, whispering at my ear, “You didn’t take that much blood, did you?”

I shook my head, eyes huge, not sure if I should laugh at Antonio for his drunken antics or protect him, since Cahal looked like he wanted to pummel him. “Enough to make him woozy, but not delirious.”

“What spell?” Elder Merrick interjected, just as Cahal opened his mouth to say something I was sure wasn’t going to be…polite…to Antonio.

Antonio grinned. Tapped his head. “Trust, my friend. Trust me to do right by you.”

Well…that explained shit.

Antonio blinked and glanced down at Elder Venclaire, and his eyes narrowed. “Well, I guess I could leave him out.” His head tilted haphazardly after a moment, his golden gaze meeting mine. “You really think of me as your dad?”

Mentally shaking myself at the abrupt change in topic, I nodded. “Yes.”

He waved the orange juice bottle at Elder Venclaire. “What about him?”

Um, not really the intimate conversation I wanted to be having in front of everyone, but he was looking so intently at me, even if blinking repeatedly, that I didn’t think he was going to let it go. I cleared my throat, watching Antonio closely. “I don’t know what to think of him. I know that he’s intelligent, cunning, a smart ass, and powerful.” I shook my head. “But other than that, I don’t know much about him, except that he loved my mother — even though she still ran from him when she found out she was pregnant.” I licked my lips. “With all that being said, I would like to know him better, but as far as a dad is concerned, you’re always going to be first in my mind and heart.” I shrugged, the action fairly easy. “You’re my dad.”

Slowly, Antonio began to smile until his grin was brighter than any twinkling star. “Well, alright,” again, the orange juice bottle waved drunkenly in the air, “I guess I’ll do the spell on him since he’s no threat.”

Huh?

His eyes glowed golden, and before anyone could stop him — we all sat or stood stunned — he ran his thumb over Elder Venclaire’s forehead, a line of shimmering golden dust trailing where he touched before it sank into Elder Venclaire’s skin. Then, further adding to our shock, he bent/fell over Elder Venclaire, his lips moving without sound as he pressed on Elder Venclaire’s chin, opening his mouth to press his own lips to the Vamp’s. I blinked, frozen, and watched in stupefied shock as a golden light suddenly erupted between the cracks where their opened mouths touched. Elder Venclaire’s body arched for a second, like he had been shocked, then fell back to the bed as slack as he had been before, still out cold as Antonio took his mouth away, gently pushing the Vamp’s mouth closed again before he thumped back against the headboard with a silly grin on his face.

He threw his arms wide, teetering. “See, it wasn’t so bad.” He tapped his head with the orange juice bottle as we all watched, stumped. “Knowledge and protection, my friends.” He pointed the orange juice bottle at Elder Venclaire. “He’s got it. Now, who else wants it?”

There was a full minute of silence as everyone looked from the grinning Antonio to Elder Venclaire. I was pretty sure none of us really knew what to think of this. Antonio had just performed a spell on an unconscious Elder Vampire, someone not of his faction. He had just stepped over some major boundaries without getting Elder Venclaire’s consent. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how many Laws that broke. I counted nine in my mind, and then gave up, figuring he should be rotting in jail for at least six of his lifetimes.

“Maybe I did take too much blood,” I mumbled, instantly training my ears on his heart rate again. “This could be blamed on that. He might not be held responsible for his actions, then.”

Antonio chuckled, his heart rate sounding fine to my ears. “Oh, Lil. There’s no jail that could hold me, and besides, I do believe,” his eyes glowed dimly, “I’m about to have another taker.”

Bindi was suddenly at the door, her eyes glowing as she stared at the ceiling, peering at absolutely nothing. Her voice was distant as she stated, “I’m needed.” Her head tilted to the side oddly, her gaze floating to Antonio. “Can you do the spell on me? I’m not powerful enough to do it myself.” Abruptly, her eyes stopped glowing, and her head straightened normally, but she didn’t take her attention from Antonio. “I can be trusted.”

Antonio’s eyes flickered tiredly, and he asked, “Do you know what you ask for?”

“No.” Her shoulders straightened. “Only that I’m needed.”

Antonio smiled drunkenly, “Then come on over here, and show these pussies it’s not so bad.”

She came, kneeling beside the bed. Antonio swiped his thumb over her forehead, the dust appearing then sinking into her forehead. He tilted up her face gently, murmuring, “Open your mouth.” She did, and his lips started moving — again, no sound emitted with his silent words — and he placed his lips to hers. The golden light shone through the cracks between their lips, and he gripped the back of her head when she arched, the light shining brightly. A soft moan emitted from Bindi before her body relaxed, just as Antonio took his mouth from hers.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Antonio slurred his question, thumping back against the headboard.

Bindi cleared her throat, shaking her head a little. “Nope.” She blinked. Shook her head again, and then stood on steady feet. “Not bad at all.”

“Who’s next?” Antonio asked, when Bindi moved to the corner of the room. “Or, more importantly, who trusts me?”

Now, that was such a loaded question. “I guess I can—”

Antonio tapped the orange juice bottle against my mouth, stopping me. “Nope. Not you.” He thumped Ezra’s forehead with the bottle. “Or him.” He blinked lazily a few times. “The spell won’t work on you two, but it will on us since we’re just the rebounds.” He sighed heavily, glancing around the room. “Seriously, people, I can’t stay awake too much longer.”

Elder Merrick stalked to stand next to the bed directly beside Antonio, staring down at him hard. “We need this?”

“Eh,” Antonio’s head wobbled, “You don’t need it, but if I were you, I would sure as hell want it.” A scowl graced his features. “Now me, on the other hand, I’ll want to commit murder, but I already have the protection.”

“What’s going on, Antonio?” I asked slowly, beginning to worry, my amusement long gone.

His gaze met mine. He blinked. Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, his eyes filled with tears, shocking me still, never having seen him cry. No tear escaped, but everyone in the room froze, staring at him. He cleared his throat, his head teetering to the side. “A
vision
.”

Breathless, my gaze darted back and forth between his, even as I scooted closer to Ezra, needing his warmth. Ezra’s arms instantly wrapped around me, hauling me onto his lap and holding me close as we both stared at Antonio’s stricken expression. I whispered, “Can you tell us anything?” Because it was definitely about Ezra and me since he said his spell wouldn’t work on us.

His golden gaze swung back and forth between Ezra and me, even as Ezra practically crushed my ribs, he was holding me so tight. Finally, Antonio shook his head, whispering, “Just that I’m so sorry for the agony you two will endure.” And, fucking hell, a tear did slip down his cheek. One of the most vicious men in Mystical history was crying because of what was in our future.

Both Ezra and I didn’t move, our heartbeats pounding like mad, both of us not breathing, even as thoughts to keep our fate from occurring ran like rapid fire in my mind.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Cahal ordered gruffly, shoving Elder Merrick to the side and bending over Antonio, his hands on either side of Antonio’s face against the headboard and his gaze level with his, staring him in the eyes. “Can this be stopped?”

Antonio’s chest rose and fell heavily, and he shook his head once. “I’m not powerful enough to stop it.” He held Cahal’s gaze. “I can only offer my protection to those I know should have it. Those I know it will work on.”

Cahal trembled, and slowly, like he didn’t want to know, he asked, “Do I need it?”

Antonio’s lids blinked slowly, his lips pinching. “You will wish to slaughter, too.”

There was a silent pause, then Cahal roared in Antonio’s face, slamming his fist into the headboard above Antonio’s head, cracking it. “Just do it.” He cursed. “Do the damn spell.”

Antonio’s chest rose and fell again, but he nodded. Swiped his thumb over Cahal’s forehead. I wasn’t in a position to see the dust appear and disappear, but Cahal jerked at the motion, telling me that it had and that he hadn’t liked the sensation. Antonio sighed again and grabbed the back of Cahal’s head, stating, “Open your mouth, and don’t pull away.”

Cahal’s Vampire growled, but he did as told and opened his mouth. Antonio lifted and pressed his mouth to his, Cahal like a statue as light erupted between their mouths. Cahal trembled, and he grabbed the top of the headboard when he jerked hard, Antonio’s grip becoming white-knuckled on the back of his head. But in the end, like Bindi, a deep, soft moan erupted from him right before his body relaxed and Antonio pulled his mouth away.

Like Bindi, Cahal blinked repeatedly and then shook his head hard for a few moments before lifting away from Antonio on steady legs. His heartbeat wasn’t normal, very much accelerated, but he still ran a hand over his face and turned to Elder Merrick and Elder Jacobs, saying, “It wasn’t that bad.”

Elder Jacobs snorted. “The hell it wasn’t.” He pointed to the top of the headboard, which was cracked not just where Cahal’s fist had hit it, but also where he had gripped it. “It might be okay for a Mage,” a head tilt toward Bindi, “because they’re used to that shit, but for another faction it didn’t look like a damn walk in the park.”

“We’re going to leave, if we’re not needed anymore,” Ezra stated slowly, his grip never having let up on my rib cage. “I’m sure Lily needs to rest.”
If something was going to happen
, he left unsaid, but it was heard nonetheless.

Cahal met his son’s gaze. “Go.”

Ezra stared at him a moment, then nodded, lifting me off his lap to the bed as Elder Merrick and Elder Jacobs started arguing about who was going to be spelled next. Ezra made his way through the debris to a dresser, opening it while I gingerly made my way off the bed, both Bonnie — now well enough to move slowly, too — and Clyde jumping off the bed. As Ezra put on jeans he found in a drawer, working them on underneath the sheet, I met Antonio’s woozy gaze.

“What happened to my Hummer?” I asked, not sure when I would talk to him again.

“I had to transfer it back here, which took forever,” Antonio rubbed his eyes, “It’s currently parked outside, and I gave the keys to Pearl.”

I rolled my shoulders. “Our Prodigies?”

Antonio yawned. “All four Prodigies are here. Safe.”

Ezra let the sheet drop, zipping and buttoning the jeans while adding to our conversation. “You do realize it wasn’t natural to have so many Coms in that town where I found the Prodigy Vampire, don’t you?”

“It was a trap for Ezra,” I stated firmly, grabbing my gun off the bed and my Cizano case from the floor, my body only creaking a smidge with the action.

Cahal nodded. “Yes, but you two left no survivors for us to question. We don’t know how they knew to take the girl and lie in wait for him. There were no clues where the girl was being held, and the two surviving Vampires of the battle had only been visiting with their friends who died that day.”

“Coms couldn’t have known what she was,” I said quietly, giving him and Antonio a look.

“Yes. We’ve deduced that much.” Cahal’s face wasn’t friendly. “It means there’s a traitor somewhere, but it’s most peculiar because the only person that should have known where to find her was Ezra, thanks to the spell.” He eyed me. “There is a reason for our madness.”

I nodded. “But couldn’t a Mage have done exactly the same spell to find her first?”

Antonio shook his head drunkenly, his eyes closing only to slowly reopen. “The spell is entrusted to only two — the original spell is in an enchanted book. If they die, the spell is to be passed on to the next two.” He paused. “Elder Harcourt has been questioned extensively. He is innocent. And so am I.”

I sniffed the air.
Truth.
And it was interesting to know that Antonio was the second Mage to be trusted with spell. One word: power. “So in other words, you’re stumped.”

“Exactly,” he muttered. “Although, Ezra still needs to be questioned.”

I snorted, glancing at Ezra as he unzipped a black duffle in the corner that looked like his and peered inside at its contents. “Ezra, did you tell anyone where the Prodigy Vampire was?”

He pulled out a shirt, which was his. His bag. “No.”

Truth.

“Did you have anything to do with your Prodigy being held by Coms?”

He put the shirt on over his head. “No.”