Testing Fate (8 page)

We finally emerged outside and a wide smile broke across my face as I was bombarded by the scents and sounds of a sunny afternoon. A cool breeze was blowing, gently dancing about me and my body instantly started soaking in the delicious heat that filled the air.

After roaming the grounds, Devlin and I finally chose to sit by a small fountain, lying back on the grass so we could look up at the blue sky. There wasn’t a cloud for as far as the eye could see, nothing marring the perfection of the moment.

“Right this very second you would never guess things are so life and death. Doesn’t it seem surreal to you?” I released a soft breath, shifting my body to get into a more comfortable position. “Like this is all some type of illusion.”

“Yeah, it would be easy to get caught up in and forget why we’re here.” Devlin was on his back, his hands folded underneath his head like a makeshift pillow. “That may be key to keeping focused on the tests, not letting yourself become so distracted by all this that you lose sight of what’s important.”

“And it’s important, isn’t it?”  I added, raising my hand to stop him from answering. “You don’t need to say anything. I know you can’t. I’ve been trying to think of what it could be that is so important to determine, but decided it didn’t matter. We’re here and I’m not a quitter. I’ve accepted it. It serves no purpose to keep stewing.”

“Sounds very wise.” Devlin turned his head and smiled.

“I have my moments.” I winked and rolled over to my side so I could look at him. “I also think that waiting for some ‘approaching doom’ isn’t going to help either. I can’t shake the seriousness or my anxiety over it, but if I keep myself tightly wound . . . I want to survive this, Devlin. I need to be smart with what I do know and the resources available. Does that make sense?”

“It does and I agree. Take whatever chance, long or short, to relax so when you’re summoned, you are at your best. That’s a good strategy. You don’t know how challenging these tests will be or how far they’ll push you toward your breaking point. It would be foolish to assume they’re easy. We both read the inscription over the door . . . this is meant to be a refiner’s fire.”

I scooted over as Devlin moved his arm to wrap around my shoulder. I lay my head on his chest. For what seemed like the hundredth time since arriving here, I thanked my lucky stars he was with me. His support was cherished and his added perspective a blessing.

“So, after saying all that, why am I still so tense?” I willed my muscles to loosen, to relinquish their tension, but I was ignored.

“Just do the best you can. You know you’re not here on a vacation. Your body knows that. It’ll keep itself as vigilant as it can and ready to be tested at a second’s notice. It’s the same way for me when I’m at home. Being an enforcer, I’m always on duty protecting the supernatural community, also available to Zane whenever he summons me. It makes true relaxation difficult, but you learn ways around it.”

“Like how?” I asked.

“By being in each moment and experiencing it as it happens. Don’t worry about what comes next. Just enjoy each minute until a different need arises. For example, instead of constantly looking about for the Moirai to appear.” My eyes widened over how transparent my thoughts were. That’s exactly what I’d been doing, priding myself on how discrete I was. It was further proof that nothing escaped his notice. “Lay back and concentrate on how good it feels to be lying here; how sweet the grass smells, how pretty the birds sound chirping from the trees. Each time you start worrying, push the thought aside and take a deep breath. It takes practice but the difference in how you feel is worth it.”

I did what he said. Clearing my mind, I lay back on the grass again with my eyes closed. This time I concentrated on the way my chest rose and fell with each breath. Slowly, but surely, the anxiety I’d been carrying faded and made way for new sensations like my muscles releasing the death grip they had on my body.

My heartbeat slowed and I felt myself sink a little. Slowly the surrounding noise filtered in, but it was different this time. It wasn’t the overwhelming, hyper vigilant awareness from before. Now it was the soft rustling of the wind blowing through the trees and the musical song of nearby birds going about their day. The trickling water from the fountain was soothing and as it combined with each releasing breath, the last of my stress evaporated.

I was centered and focused. Time didn’t matter. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Devlin was gently shaking me, repeating my name.

“It’s time,” he whispered. Slowly opening my eyes, I sat up and looked around. Sure enough, Klothos stood off in the distance with her hands neatly folded in front of her. “I can’t go with you, but I’ll be in the suite waiting for your return.”

He helped me to my feet and I marveled at how amazing my body felt. Devlin had been right, learning his relaxation technique had been helpful. I felt ready and prepared to face the unknown.

“Okay, hopefully I won’t be gone too long.” I dusted myself off and began walking toward the Moirai with him by my side.

“Just remember, these trials are meant to test you, to reveal who you are deep down. Everything will revolve around exposing those truths; so even if it looks impossible, there’s a reason behind it. Don’t lose sight of yourself. Understand that and you’ll be fine.” Devlin wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed. “You can do this.”

I nodded, keeping my eyes trained on Klothos. “I’ll do my best.”

“Young Darcy, are you ready to commence the first test?” Her tone was formal.

“I am.”

I gave Devlin one last sidelong glance, catching his reassuring smile, right before Klothos reached out and grabbed my forearm. Without a chance to brace myself, I was sucked away.

Chapter Eight

I gasped for air the second we reappeared.

“Is there a reason why we didn’t walk?” I croaked, bending over with my hands on my knees. I didn’t understand why the Fate could remain so unaffected while I felt my lungs were on fire, the burning intense.

“This was the only way to bring you here. Continue to breathe, the discomfort will soon pass.”

Easy for you to say¸
I thought. Following her advice, the sensation slowly ebbed away until I was able to fully stand. I wasn’t sure what I expected—a testing arena or something, but this was far, far from it. I was back inside a suite. Not the one Devlin and I were sharing, but just as decadent. The room seemed to drip with an overabundance of finery, definitely out of place for the refiner’s fire I’d been told I’d be facing.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” I questioned, my uncertainty clear.

“We are. Please find somewhere comfortable to sit, maybe one of the chaises or even the bed.” Klothos waved her arm through the air and sure enough, through one of the opened doors, I spied a magnificent four post bed with silky material draped over the structure.

“What exactly am I going to do?” I eyed the nearest seat. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this isn’t exactly what I envisioned. I thought I’d be facing whatever you’ve prepared on some kind of testing field. This looks like you want me to take a nap.”

She gestured again and I took the hint. Walking over to a large chaise lounge, I shifted some of the many decorative pillows and placed them on the floor. I settled into the cushioned chair, stretching my legs out until I found a position that felt right.

“Things aren’t always what they seem, Darcy. And so it is with your trials. Your first one isn’t so much a physical ordeal as a mental one. I will be placing you in a trance and it is important you remain safe and relaxed. I believed this to be the best environment to ensure that.” Klothos clicked her fingers once and the lights within the room dimmed. Moving with graceful purpose, she then knelt down beside me. “I’ll need to touch your mind to initiate the trance. Close your eyes and don’t move. This won’t hurt.”

The last thing I saw was her finger approaching my face. There was a slight pressure as she pressed on the center of my forehead before warmth spread over my skin, as though I was being wrapped in a fluffy blanket straight out of a dryer. It was soothing and I felt myself voluntarily floating away until I was no longer aware of anything.

A vision began forming in my mind. At first it didn’t resemble anything, but as it crystallized, my body gravitated toward it, sucking me closer until the familiarity dawned on me. The scene unfolding was of my childhood home and the individuals milling about were my Pack. Each person I saw was someone that I’d grown up with. My heart thudded with excitement. Memories surfaced of moments when I’d learned a valuable lesson or skill from my elders, a skinned knee kissed and treated, or the countless runs in the woods in our wolf forms.

My focus zeroed in on one friend in particular. A shock jolted through me when I saw Anne, wearing a smile that still made me happy. It had been years since I’d last seen her, my heart was broken when she’d passed away.

We shared the same birthday and had been practically inseparable from the age of four. We even joked about there being a mix up at the hospital and that we were really sisters—sharing everything, even the same DNA. Our friendship was like the stuff of legends, and it caused a hollow ache in my chest seeing her.

The fact she was standing there, just as I remembered, drove home the fact this was just a vision of the Fates. Anne was dead and had been gone for what seemed like forever, but I couldn’t ignore the joy I felt. Her name was on the tip of my tongue, ready to shout out, but I hesitated.

What did it mean that she was here and how was she part of my test
?

I stepped forward, unsure whether I was visible to anyone. I received my answer as a chorus of greetings rang out. I waved back, nodding my head to pack elders, all the while never taking my eyes off Anne.

She must have sensed me approaching because her gaze finally turned my way and her face lit up with excitement.

“Darcy! Where have you been?” she cried, running over to me. I was caught up in her hug and wrapped my arms around her. She smelled just as she used to—vanilla and strawberries, the scent a mixture of her shampoo and lotion. I breathed it in deep and started laughing as she squeezed me tightly. “I thought you’d
never
get here. Tell me, did your father growl too much at you?”

“When doesn’t he?” I snorted. “I swear he drives me crazy. I know what my responsibilities are but hello? I’m only sixteen. Do I really need to start looking for a mate straight away?”

“So he hasn’t let up the pressure?” Anne’s face wore a sympathetic look. “I don’t know how you can breathe with both him and your mom adding the pressure.”

“I’m sure they just want what’s best for me, but this relentless push isn’t exactly romance inducing.” I threaded my arm through hers and began leading her away so we could talk privately. “You will never guess who they’re trying to set me up with this time.”

Jessup’s features flashed before my eyes and I couldn’t contain the shudder. He was by far the worst suggestion yet.

“Hmmm, judging from that grimace . . . Paul?” Glancing around, Anne took a seat under our favorite elm tree that stood a little ways off from the house. When I shook my head, she gasped, covering her mouth in shock. “No! Not Jessup!”

“Yes,” I groaned loudly and flounced backward onto the grass. “Jessup McMann, the one and only. I swear my father’s becoming senile or something. This is just proof he doesn’t understand me because Jessup is the
last
person I’d
ever
marry. Can you imagine that?”

“Woman, where’s my meal?” Anne imitated.

“Woman, get down on all fours so I can rest my feet on your back!” I snickered.

“He is such a pig. No, he’s worse than one. He’s a . . .” Anne stuttered, reaching for the right description for him.

“There are no words. Trust me; I tried to find them when I argued my refusal with my parents. And I have a health vocabulary.”

“You didn’t!” Her eyes widened before she stuttered laughing. “Oh, I bet your father almost had an aneurism.”

“And my mother started crying, telling me how I was breaking her heart and that with my bad attitude I’ll never find anyone to marry.” I let out a tired sigh and turned to look at Anne. “I’m not trying to be difficult, but Jessup?” The question hung in the air.

“You can’t let them tie you to that caveman, Darcy. You’ll be miserable.”

“I know. Why can’t they let me find love on my own? I know the perfect guy is out there . . . I just haven’t found him.” I sat up and crossed my legs.

“Well, without you getting mad at me, you kind of need to date to find him.” Anne cocked her head at me and winked.

“Ugh, not you too!” I tugged at a small patch of grass and tossed the green blades at her. “It’ll happen when it’s meant to. It’s not my fault I’m cautious.”

“Try obsessively picky.”

“Selective,’ I corrected, ignoring her snorted response. “Plus, I don’t see you out there finding your beloved mate. Lead by example, sister!”

“Well, seeing Jessup’s on the market still . . .” She couldn’t even finish her sentence without collapsing into a fit of laughter.

“A match made in Hell!” I added, pausing briefly before we both chimed in together. “Never!”

“Promise me you won’t cave in to their wishes, Darcy. Promise me you’ll find that perfect guy.”

“I pinky promise.” I crooked my little finger and we shook. It was a tradition we’d had since childhood, the pact binding in our hearts. “He’s going to be amazing. He’ll be strong, protective, and loyal, with washboard abs and a killer smile!” I laughed. “And he’ll love me as much as I love him. There’ll be that spark and connection . . . and passion.”

I let out another contented sigh as I pictured him in my mind. My stomach somersaulted thinking about all the possibilities. About how my skin would flush when he looked at me or my heart would flutter as he spoke my name. I didn’t want to settle for anything less.

“You make it all sound so romantic.”

“I want an epic love, Anne. For both of us. There’s no reason why we can’t be giddily happy forever.”