The Soothing Scent Of Earth (Elemental Awakening, Book 2) (22 page)

"It's all right, Dora," Theo murmured. "Casey's released the essence, you're safe."

"She's unstable, Theodoros," she growled. "She attacked when I hadn't even raised an ounce of Fire."

Theo glanced towards me, a frown marring that gorgeous face. A face that was becoming a stranger's.

"Is that true, Casey?"

I looked between the two of them, seeing Theo's hazel eyes and the matching colour in Isadora's. She'd had a golden glow before, but she had never called on her
Stoicheio
. To say now that she did would be a lie. I could fudge the truth with her, but with Theo? No.

I nodded slowly, feeling wretched and despicable and defeated. Isadora had won. She'd planned on containing her
Stoicheio
all the while hoping I'd call on mine. And she'd only had to use words to achieve it. I felt like the naive, young innocent fool she'd made me out to be. I was not cut out for this cruel immortal world. Experience did count for something, she'd been right all along.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and Isadora scoffed.

"She'll do it to you, Theo. Mark my words. She has no control whatsoever."

Theo looked puzzled, his lips pressed in a firm line, his brow furrowed with consternation. But he didn't argue a word Isadora said. Nor did he release her.

I wanted to leave, to walk away from them both. To hide my shame and lick my wounds. But Theo's bulk blocked the only door to the room. I was trapped in this nightmare until he willingly let me free.

The Earth made a sound of sadness and frustration on my behalf, its scent trying to soothe me, but only making the fine hairs across my skin rise. I scratched at my forearms trying to alleviate the sensation that something was off. Something more than this horrid scene playing out before me.

It took several strained seconds of silence in the room for me to realise, that the Earth's initial sound of sadness and frustration was not because of what had happened here, but because of what was happening outside.

They are here,
the Earth finally whispered.
Run.

Oh God, I'd used my
Stoicheio,
and not delicately either. I'd pulled on every essence I had in a knee-jerk reaction, and announced my presence to the
Gi
. I'd brought them down upon us.

I couldn't have made more of a mess, if I had tried.

"The
Gi
are here!" I shouted, taking a natural step towards Theo.

"What, she called the
Gi?
" Isadora cried, freeing herself from Theo’s grasp to rise to her feet in a smooth movement, belying her attempts to appear harmed by my attack.

Theo swept one keen glance over Isadora's battle ready stance and returned golden eyes to me.

"They felt your
Stoicheio
," he said, I just nodded and played with my lip nervously in between my teeth. "Which way out?" he asked, directing the question to me.

"You cannot trust her!" Isadora snarled. Theo and I both ignored her.

"We're surrounded, but the best bet is out the front door, trees line the rear and they're ready to use them." I could feel the
Gi's
location through the Earth itself. I don't think it was consciously giving me the information, if it had been I wouldn't have trusted it. But this felt intrinsic, natural in a way much of its communication lately was not.

"All right, we'll go through the front of the diner. Fully armed," Theo said, giving me a pertinent look.

Isadora swore and threw her hands up in the air in disgust, but my eyes were locked on Theo's.

"Are you sure?" I asked, flicking a quick glance at the other woman.

"
Oraia
," he said, making my heart fracture into a thousand pieces. "Whatever it takes to protect what is mine." The thousand pieces multiplied to a million. My hand rubbed above my heart before I could stop it. Theo tracked the motion, his face set hard for battle, but his eyes softening slightly at the sight of my pain.

"Let's do this," he whispered, opening the bathroom door up and ushering Isadora out first.

He continued to hold it ajar, so I sucked in a deep breath and went to walk past. Before I'd made it out of the doorway he leaned in and brushed his lips against my cheek. A simple, quick movement which said more than any words he could have rushed to voice right now. I had to trust that he saw through Isadora's trickery, that he understood what really had happened in here. What had led me to attack. And in return, I had to push aside my upset and heartache over not being his only
Thisavros
.

It still hurt. In a way I never knew existed. Something that had happened centuries ago should not have this sort of power to cause such pain. But it wasn't so much the act, the fact that he may have loved another as much or more than me - that still smarted, but it wasn't the crux of my agony right now. It was more to do with the fact he hadn't told me. He'd kept a previous
Thisavros
a secret. Why?

Because his relationship with me was not as good? Because he still pined for Melita?

I shook my head to clear it of those depressing thoughts. Now was not the time to get distracted with emotional baggage. The Earth was in turmoil, unable to fight the combined power of the Queen's Guards and the
Basilissa
herself, but wanting to protect me at the same time. I could feel its confusion, its anguish, its despair. I could feel it all, and it made me sick to the stomach that the
Gi
who wielded that
Stoicheio
were not in the slightest concerned for its wellbeing.

The Earth was suffering from more than just deforestation of the Amazon. There was rot within the
Gi
, the sickly sweet smell of overripe fruit and decaying vegetation. I had smelled it before, but not realised its origin. I'd thought it a natural scent for a rainforest. But this was not the Amazon's rot, this was all the
Gi
.

I gagged, coughed through the sensation of tasting something so very off and felt Theo's concerned gaze on my face. I wanted to tell him what I'd discovered, but standing outside the diner, no more than twenty feet in front of the entrance, were a dozen male Guards and one woman.

"The
Basilissa
," Theo announced, obviously recognising the
Gi
Queen. She stood out, and not just because her flowing white dress floated around her ankles unnaturally, or her long, straight, shining brown hair lifted off her shoulders in a display of power humans would find frightening. Green so beautiful it sucked you into its vibrant depths flashed from her narrowed eyes. Apple green, but neon in nature. So unusual, so freaking incredibly beautiful. For a second I wished my eyes blazed that colour too. But then I'd be like her, and I was guessing the
Basilissa
was no longer entirely sane.

"How the hell did they get here so fast?" Theo murmured, a question that had been on my mind too.

The only answer I could think of was, "They must have been trailing us." To have caught up to us, when I just happened to use my
Stoicheio,
they must have been closer than I'd feared.

"Oh, this is not good," Isadora breathed on the other side of Theo. An understatement, but I think her words held more weight than I could decipher. "The
Rigas
will not be pleased I am here," she added, and my stomach clenched.

"You backing out?" I asked, incredulously.

"Casey," Theo warned. A common chastisement of late. "Isadora is one of our top agents. This will compromise her cover completely."

"She can't avoid it now," I pointed out, thinking it was entirely too convenient. Next she'd be saying I should face them on my own and the Prince needed to be protected.

"I wouldn't consider it, if things hadn't progressed to a precarious position," Isadora offered. "But without my assistance the
Pyrkagia
will be blind to what is happening in Brazil."

Theo sighed and ran a hand through his thick, dark hair. From where we stood inside the diner we were still hidden from sight from the
Gi
. There was technically time available to allow Isadora to retreat unseen. But where would she go, and without her, would we survive this confrontation?

"I could offer cover from the roof," she suggested. "It saves us from showing our hand when we all walk through that door. You're strong, Theodoros. You alone could create an avenue for escape, especially if I offer strategic cover from on high."

I hated that it made sound tactical sense. I was sure Isadora was only covering her own arse at our expense. I trusted her less now than I did this morning. Our little confrontation in the bathroom had sealed her fate, as far as I was concerned. Which led me to believe having her at our sides would probably not be a sound move either. How the hell could she be trusted there? Anywhere?

At least if Theo and I managed to slip through, leaving her behind, I wouldn't have to put up with the bitchy comments.

"I think she's on to something," I said, getting raised eyebrows from both
Pyrkagia
to my side.

Theo stared at me for a long time and then muttered several words under his breath. Greek I think, but even Isadora wouldn't have been able to make them out.

"OK," he announced with finality. "
Pyrkagia
must protect its assets," he pointed out as his first priority, it seemed.

"You're one of its assets, too," I countered.

He smiled, flashing teeth. "Not anymore,
Oraia
." He turned back to face the windows and in a more subdued voice added, "Cover from the roof could make this work. Isadora, don't show yourself, choose the moment wisely. Casey and I will attack the Guards on either side first. The
Basilissa
is too strong for now, we'll let her do her thing, but cutting her soldiers down will add confusion. When more than half are culled, that's your signal," he said, turning to look Isadora in the eyes. "Finish off the rest, while Casey and I jointly attack the
Basilissa."

Isadora was nodding, a contemplative look on her face. "They'll be expecting her to be outside your strategy, thinking your goal is the Guards alone. None of them will foresee a change of plan midway through the battle."

"Exactly," Theo agreed, starting to stretch his neck and shoulders, preparing himself for what was about to come.

"How will Cassandra be able to use
Gi
if they are blocking?" Isadora asked, and for once her question seemed genuine. No snarky tone, or smirk on her face. She was completely focused on the fight ahead and its ultimate success.

There were many things I hated about this woman, but she was an agent of the
Pyrkagia
, skilled in this sort of thing.

Bitch.

I rolled my head on my shoulders, not bothering to answer her question, leaving it up to Theo.

"Don't mind Casey, she has many talents," Theo murmured, distracted now. Ready to make our move.

Isadora took one last long look at Theo's face, he didn't turn away from the front windows of the diner. His eyes flashed gold, purely focused on the goal in front of him. Jaw firm, shoulders set, back rigid. He looked magnificent. Isadora could see it too. Her eyes flicked over his face and frame, then darted back to his lips.

If she thought she'd get a goodbye kiss out of him, she was shit out of luck.

"You've got two minutes to get to the roof, Isadora," I instructed, breaking her love-sick gaze. She scowled at the interruption. "I suggest you get going now." I cocked my head and offered a faux sweet smile, adding, "Good luck!"

She blinked, then reached out a hand to rest on Theo's upper arm, her eyes on me, not him. "I'll try to rendezvous with you in Bel
ém tomorrow evening. Keep a fire open and we'll touch base."

Theo nodded, still not turning his attention from the waiting
Gi
out on the forecourt. She squeezed his arm once, smirked at me and then ran towards the back of the building and I guessed, roof access of some description. Theo glanced at his watch, counting down her two minutes, but didn't say a word.

Two minutes isn't that long, but the things that went through my head, things I wanted to say, to explain, to
ask
. So many things, but I didn't voice any of them. Now was not the time, even if my mind wouldn't let any of it go.

"Release your hold on
Gi
," Theo whispered, when I guess one minute was up. I hadn't realised I was still communing with my
Gi Stoicheio
, but made a conscious effort to block the Earth's call and reached instead for my
Pyrkagia
side. Finding it harder said than done.

"I can't find my Fire," I admitted, sounding a little panicked, considering our two minutes allowance for Isadora was surely up. "I need a flame to tap into it."

Theo turned to look at me, his eyes searching my face. He nodded once, reached up and wrapped his hot palm around the nape of my neck and pulled me against his chest.

"I have no idea what happened earlier, but know this,
Oraia
. You are mine, no matter what."

Then his lips crushed down, his tongue forcing its way between my teeth, tangling with my own, sending a jolt of awareness and pure, molten Fire down my throat. I gasped, which turned way too quickly into a moan, and then he pulled back.

"There it is," he whispered. "Beautiful."

"Theo," I breathed across his lips.

"Use me when you feel your
Stoicheio
waning. I have more than enough Fire to spare for you."

He held my gaze, making sure I understood what he was saying. It wasn't a boast on how powerful his
Stoicheio
was, although I knew Theo Peter's
Stoicheio
was stronger than most. No, this was a declaration of how he felt for me, despite any misunderstandings, despite any potential misgivings. Despite my own fears of what his past secrets meant. He wanted me. That desire fuelled his
Stoicheio
, so if mine faltered, his would always be there.

No matter what.

My body was shaking from the thrill of being held so close, being kissed so possessively. Being looked at in such a deeply meaningful way. I didn't have an answer to who Melita was or what she meant to him, but I did have an answer to who
I
was, and what
I
meant to him. I was his, and he was mine. To hell with Isadora and her conniving storytelling. To hell with Theo's past.

"That's my girl," he murmured. "Ready?"

No, but time was up. Sooner or later the
Gi
would attack, even if they'd been avoiding destroying a business within their territory up until now. Their patience was surely about to run out.

"You take the guys on the left, I'll take the guys on the right," I said.

"Make them burn, Cassandra. Aim for their heads," was all he said, as he grasped my hand and pushed the front door of the diner open, bringing us out under the darkening sky.

Everything happened at once, as though the
Gi
had been waiting for exactly this moment; when Theo and I emerged from the restaurant. One step onto the concrete carpark that bracketed the diner on three sides, and I felt the Earth rumble and groan in protest. The natural instinct to soothe it was blinding in its intensity. For a moment, only Theo's
Pyrkagia
was apparent in the space between us and them. Fire tore out from his hand towards a Guard on the left, as the
Basilissa
raised her arms up into the air above her head, green eyes target locked on me, and then she brought her palms together in a thunder crack of sound.