The Guardians Crown (The Guardians Book 5) (14 page)

“I guess I thought there was more to us,” Uri said softly.

“Us? My sweet Uri, I did enjoy our time together, but I think in my absence you may have built up what we had to be much grander than what it was,” Sera replied.

“I see,” Uri whispered. It felt like he had been punched squarely in the chest, fighting for every breath after he heard her words.

“I’m not saying I couldn’t have loved you, just that …” Sera began before being interrupted.

“I understand what you’re saying, and I’ve heard enough. You don’t have to say anything else.” Uri pulled his hands away and turned, walking towards Gabe and Rachel. He couldn’t make eye contact with them, he already knew their look would be one of pity, and that wasn’t something he could handle right now.

“Uri, please,” Sera pleaded, moving forward. But her attempt to explain her actions was interrupted by a noise outside the cavern.

Without a word, Haim darted down the corridor to investigate, quickly returning to report his findings. “We have company, the human, he’s across the divide with more Wintoks and they’ve got a tracker with them.”

“With a tracker it won’t take them long to get across that,” Sophie remarked. “We have to get out of here. Sera, is there another way?”

“Let’s just transport,” Uri called out.

“Your magic won’t work here,” Sera replied.

“Then what?” Sophie yelled, hearing the noises from outside the cavern growing louder.

“There is a way, I have a potion you can drink. It will allow you to move through the mountain side,” Sera suggested.

“What? A dimensional potion? I’ve never actually seen one of those work,” Sophie said, furrowing her brow in disbelief.

“Yes, keepers use them a lot to go undetected.” Sera added.

“Wait, what’s a dimensional potion?” Rachel asked.

“It temporarily changes your molecular make up, allowing you to shift into another dimension. Basically, you can walk through walls,” Sophie answered, remembering learning about the potion in school. “But it’s extremely hard to brew and few have done it successfully.

“I assure you, the stock I have works, I’ve used it myself,” Sera said.

“What about humans? Will it work on Rachel?” Gabe questioned, grabbing hold of his wife’s hand.

“It should, the science behind it is predicated on our genetic structure, which is essentially human,” Sera explained.

Rachel watched as the others quickly downed their portion of the potion. Sera handed her a vile, and moved on to the next person. Rachel hesitated, unsure what to do. She was no longer drinking something that would only affect her. She considered the life of her unborn child. In that moment she decided, she could no longer remain silent.

“What if you’re pregnant?” Rachel asked, staring at Sera, purposely avoiding eye contact with her husband.

“Excuse me?” Sera questioned, looking at Rachel.

“If you’re pregnant, will this hurt the baby?” Rachel asked again. She could feel Gabe’s eyes fixated upon her.

“I … it … I mean, well …” Sera stammered, looking around at the group, then back to Rachel. “I would think it would be fine, once the potion wears off of you it would work its way out of the baby’s system, as well.”

“Rachel?” Gabe finally managed to say.

She looked at him and with a half smile nodded.

“I hate to break up this touching moment, but there are about a dozen creatures headed this way, hell-bent on killing us. Can everyone drink?” Haim reminded the group.

The remaining stragglers did as he suggested. Gabe watched Rachel closely as she drank her vile. He had a million questions to ask her, and was having trouble sorting through his feelings in that exact moment. Instead, he chose to remain quiet.

“You too Sera,” Uri commanded.

“No, I can’t. My place is here,” she replied coolly.

“I’m not going to argue. If you don’t drink that and come with us, I’m not leaving,” Uri explained.

“You have to,” Sera insisted. “They’ll kill you.”

“I guess that’s up to you then,” Uri answered.

Sera hesitated, looking over her shoulder at the entrance to the cavern. She took a deep breath and then drank the vile. Uri reached out a hand, Sera peering up at him, speechless, and then slipped her delicate hand into his.

An instant later they were gone, the grandest disappearing act any of them had ever made.

Michael continued through the cool morning air and into the misty woods behind Iron Gate, the half frozen twigs snapping beneath his feet. As Mirada walked next to him, she didn’t make a sound. It was as if she didn’t even disturb the earth with her movements.

“Are you confident this is the right decision?” Mirada asked softly.

Michael stared at her breath as it lingered in a cloud in front of them. He replied solemnly, “No, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do. There isn’t a council anymore, and everyone is looking to me for leadership now. I have to make a decision.”

The couple continued walking, neither speaking, both considering recent events that had unfolded. Reports were coming in that Baal had actually taken up residence in New York City. In recent days, the United States government had made announcements stating they would be cooperating with Baal, whom they referred to as Grant Ledger. This was obviously a made up identity that Baal knew would give the humans the comfort they needed to trust in him.

Humans had declared that the rebels who called themselves the Guardians were, in fact, terrorists and would be hunted down as such. All of the deplorable atrocities committed by Baal and his minions were now being attributed to the Guardians and there didn’t seem to be anything anyone could do about it. The humans were looking for war.

“How can we fight them? We were put here to protect them,” Michael whispered. Emerging from the woods, they approached the open field in front of the cabin that had once been the home to one of Mirada’s sisters.

Since being abandoned, the elements had taken a great toll on the small building. The grass now swallowed the base of the structure and the windows shattered, broken in various storms or by random acts of vandalism.

Mirada turned, taking Michael’s hands into hers and pulling them close to her chest, she warmed his fingertips with her body heat. He is unable to mask the hurt from her, the betrayal he feels, as the people he dedicated his life to protecting now want to wipe out his kind.

“You know they don’t understand what they’re choosing. Baal is very clever at spinning his lies,” Mirada said, attempting to comfort her husband.

“I don’t know, maybe the humans would be better off if we just disappeared. Then they might actually be safe,” Michael suggested.

“Safe?” Mirada snapped, “Safe to do what? You know exactly what’s going to happen to them. Once we’re gone Baal will show his true colors and make them all into slaves. The ones who aren’t starved or tortured to death will spend the rest of their lives serving the demon’s every whim. You’re their only chance even if they can’t see it.”

Michael patted her hand, shifting his feet and turning to head back in the direction of the main courtyard of Iron Gate. “I know you’re right, but it doesn’t make what has to be done any easier. Humans will die; there will be no avoiding it.”

“They won’t all be so easily fooled by Baal. There are people who see him for what he really is and they’re willing to fight. There’s nothing you can do to stop the loss of human life, now. All we can do is try to help as many of them as possible.”

Michael frowned and muttered, “I’m starting to understand all the impossible choices the council faced.”

“Don’t compare yourself to them,” Mirada remarked coldly. “You’re so much more than any of them were.”

“I understand you didn’t always approve of their approach, but they were great men, and they were trying to change the world. That isn’t an easy thing to do. I’m but one; what can I ever do to really make a difference?” Michael questioned.

Mirada sighed, “I’m not going to discuss my feelings about the council with you; they gave their lives for this cause and I can at least give them that respect. What I will say is that I know you, and I know you’re not making the decision to fight lightly. You love the humans, and eventually they’ll see that.”

“I hope so,” Michael replied.

“Have you discussed the plan with the other military leaders?” Mirada inquired.

“I have. They’ll be moving their troops into position. We have a small human alliance, but every day it’s growing. According to my scouts, they have a strong hold in Georgia and South Carolina, so most Guardians are being directed to that location. I can’t help feeling like I’m sending countless men and women to their deaths. Guardians are groomed for a life like this. The people on the lines, their just regular people …”

Mirada squeezed Michael’s arm, “Stop! You can’t do that to yourself. They all know the risks that are involved and they still want to fight. This is their freedom, too; they deserve to try and preserve it. Any word from Gabe and the others?”

“Not yet. I’ve left instructions to send them to my briefing room as soon as they return.”

“Gabe, will you slow down?” Rachel cried, grabbing her husband’s arm and bringing him to a stop. He didn’t look at her face. He worried if he did he might lose the tight grip he had on his anger. They stand there, silently, as the rest of their group passed by them awkwardly.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Rachel added after there was enough distance between their friends and them.

“For what?” Gabe asked, clenching his jaw.

“You know what for, please just talk to me,” Rachel begged.

He finally looks at her, the pain is evident on his face, but once their eyes meet she can see the worry wash over him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Rachel doesn’t hesitate. She is thrilled he is at least listening to her now, after miles of silence. “At first I wasn’t even sure I was. When we were at Mirada’s that first time, she said something that made me start wondering.”

Gabe’s eyes grew wide as he gasped, “You’ve known since then?”

“No!” Rachel quickly defended, “I mean not exactly, that was when I started to wonder, but then Clarite sensed it, too, and I hadn’t bled, then I knew.”

“I don’t understand how you could keep this from me.” Gabe’s voice was low and barely audible.

“I didn’t want to,” Rachel explained. “At first, I just wanted to be certain, and then you already had so much to worry about, I didn’t want to give you something else to concern yourself with.”

“Concern myself with?”

Rachel shook her head, “I know, it sounds terrible, but then I waited too long, and didn’t know how to tell you at that point.”

“You should have told me right away, this is my life we’re talking about!” Gabe’s voice was no longer soft.

Rachel suddenly went on the defensive, “Oh, so you’re not upset I kept it from you, you’re upset because of the prophecy.”

“What? No! I mean … I guess. I don’t know. I can’t event think straight, damn it!”

“I’m scared about it, too,” Rachel offered, trying to diffuse the tension.

“I’m not scared, and you shouldn’t be either.”

“But …”

“But nothing, we have plenty of time to think about all of that,” Gabe interjected. “I just can’t believe you would keep it from me, Rachel. If I had kept such a secret from you, I doubt you could forgive me.”

Rachel giggled, “If you kept a secret from me that you were pregnant, we would have much bigger problems.”

“Really, you’re going to joke about this?” Gabe snapped, but his stern look gave way to laughter. “Jesus Rachel, I really am pissed at you.”

“I know; I’m sorry. I shouldn’t joke,” she chimed. “I really am sorry.”

“We’re supposed to be a team. Aren’t you the one always telling me that?” Gabe reminded her.

Rachel stepped forward, taking his hand into hers. She placed it on her stomach and with a smile she said, “This is how I should have done it. Gabe, I love you with all my heart, and I’m so excited to tell you that you’re going to be a father.”

Even though it had already been revealed to him, Gabe had been so consumed by the fact that Rachel had hidden it from him, it didn’t sink in until that moment what this actually meant. He looked down at her stomach, noticing for the first time the way it was looking fuller. He was going to be a father.