Unbound (The Captive Series, Book 7) (12 page)

She bit her lip and struggled to regain her composure before she did something she would regret. Lifting her head, she found William’s gaze upon her. There was no sympathy in his eyes. He knew she’d hate to see that from him as much as he would hate to see it from her. Instead, there was only understanding.

“Things were so simple before I was captured,” she said. “They were hard, but they were simple. Father loved us, we hunted, we avoided vampires, when we couldn’t avoid them, we killed them, and we had our woods.”

“Then it all changed.”

“Then it all changed, yet now I feel as if we’ve returned to the beginning. We’re without Dad, but back to avoiding vampires and hiding out within our woods once more. Actually, beneath our woods.”

He glanced at the ceiling. “We survived then.”

“Yes.”

“We’ll survive now.”

“I will make sure of it.”

Her head bowed again, her gaze focusing on her rings. The flickering light of the lantern caused shadows to dance over her hands. The wood creaked and groaned every once in a while, but otherwise silence filled the safe house beneath the earth.

Melinda

“Close the gates!” Ashby yelled to the guards in the turrets on the wall surrounding the palace.

Melinda craned her head back to look at the guards peering down at them from atop the wall. Voices and footsteps echoed on the stone above them as more of the king’s guard came out to look down at them. The horse’s hooves rang out on the cobblestone roads within the castle walls as everyone accompanying them crowded into the bailey.

“Did you say
close
the gates?” one of the guards called down. It was an order that hadn’t been given in some time.

“Yes!” Ashby slid from the saddle and turned to pull Melinda into his arms. “Close them now!”

Around them the survivors of Badwin and the residents of Chippman fanned out into the massive courtyard. Their eyes were wide as they took in their surroundings and murmured with awe to each other. Melinda adjusted her skirt as the gates swung closed and the large wooden drawbridge Braith had ordered built rose into the air.

No moat surrounded the palace, but the heavy piece of wood was extra protection against any possible, future attack. At the time, her brother had believed he was being overly cautious by building it. She’d never been more thankful for that caution as the heavy wood settled into place against the metal gates, blocking out the homes beyond the gates.

“What about the residents of the outer town?” she asked Ashby.

“We’ll have them awakened and brought in now,” Ashby replied. “But those gates will remain closed until the residents are ready to enter and we have more guards to defend these walls.” He thrust his reins at a passing stable boy.

“Make sure all of the animals are well taken care of,” Melinda said to the stable boy before turning to face the palace.

Set into the mountain above them, the palace rose high into the night. Its golden spires gleamed in the moonlight shining down on them. Lanterns flickered in the windows of the main areas within, but many of the rooms were dark. Some of The Council members still resided within, but most of them had moved out of the palace and settled into the bailey town or the outer town.

It was as beautiful as she remembered and as imposing. Atticus had made it a formidable place he could readily defend against his many enemies. The enormous stone walls surrounding the palace enclosed nearly four square miles of land around it.

Aria and Braith had made the palace more inviting since they’d taken over and settled within. There had been no laughter within its walls or in the surrounding town before their rule, but now there were parties and dancing; there was happiness between the humans and vampires who coincided in peace. There was still the occasional disagreement, but more often than not it was solved without the authorities having to get involved. It was a life she’d never pictured having; secure, fun, and full of love, and now it may be coming to an end.

She hugged her arms around herself as she stared at the serene streets. Lanterns came to life in some of the homes closest to them. Doors opened as humans and vampires curiously peered out of the two and three story buildings lining the street.

“Where is Gideon?” Ashby demanded of the head guard on shift who came down from the wall to meet them.

“He is within the palace,” the man replied.

“Have some troops readied to go out and bring in the residents of the town. Bring as many of them to the palace for shelter as possible. Find homes for the rest within the walls,” Ashby instructed. “More of the king’s guard is to be awakened and brought down to defend the wall until there is a guard standing every ten feet around the entire wall. Alert them that we could be facing a possible attack soon and to be on the alert for anything unusual, no matter how small it is.”

“What of the king, will he be returning?” the guard inquired.

“Not tonight.”

The guard’s eyes widened, but he didn’t question Ashby’s statement or orders. The guard nodded briskly before turning away. Melinda watched him vanish into the growing crowd filling the street. Ashby gripped her elbow and led her forward. Her legs felt wooden as she walked beside him toward the palace.

More lanterns blazed to life in the houses surrounding them and residents spilled into the street to see what was going on. The growing voices rang off the buildings until they echoed all around her. Even the animals were roused as a pair of spooked chickens ran across the road before them.

Melinda kept her chin raised and displayed an air of calm she didn’t feel as they hurried up the hill toward the front door of the palace. Before Ashby could grab the handle, the door swung open and the vampire within stepped aside to give them entrance.

“Is Gideon in his rooms?” Ashby demanded.

“Why, yes… milord,” the guard stammered out, his eyes raking over their torn and bloodied clothes. “I believe he is sleeping, but I’ll wake him for you if you would like?”

“No, I will get him.”

Ashby kept his hold on her elbow as they strode across the glistening marble floor and beneath the chandelier to the stairs at the far end of the hall. They ascended to the second floor, where the remaining members of The Council still living in the palace resided. Gideon’s rooms were at the end of the hall, the largest and most lavish of all the rooms in this section. Ashby knocked loudly on the door, but he didn’t wait for a response before opening it.

“Gideon!” he called into the dark sitting room they entered. “Gideon! Get up!”

A woman’s startled cry came from the adjoining bedroom and curses sounded as feet hit the floor.

“Get out!” Gideon barked from the other room and a young vampire scurried out from the bedroom with her clothes still in hand. Melinda lifted an eyebrow at the unfamiliar girl, but Gideon wasn’t known for his lasting relationships.

“What is the meaning of this, Ash?” Gideon demanded as he strode into the sitting room, tying the belt on his red robe as he walked.

Ashby stiffened at the much hated nickname; the two men glowered at each other. Before they could really start going at each other, Melinda stepped forward to end any further bickering between them. Gideon’s hazel eyes narrowed on her over the bridge of his hawkish nose. His straight brown hair was tussled around his face.

“We have a problem, Giddy,” Ashby said and Gideon’s eyes shot toward him. Ashby smirked in return.

“Enough!” Melinda snapped. “Now is
not
the time.”

Gideon’s eyes came back to her. “What is going on?”

Melinda walked back to close and lock the door of Gideon’s apartment. “Is there anyone else in here?” she asked, well aware there could be a few more women lingering about.

Gideon frowned at her. “No, we are alone now.”

She glanced at Ashby who took hold of her hand for support. “Braith is dead,” she said bluntly, but she had no idea how she could sugarcoat the news.

The color drained from Gideon’s face. He took a startled step back, his knees connecting with the sofa behind him. He sank onto it before rising again. “You’re joking!” he blurted.

“I’m not. We were ambushed. He saved the rest of us, but was shot through the heart with an arrow. He’s dead, Gideon.”

“Ambushed by who?” Gideon demanded.

“We believe it was Sabine, Atticus’s mother,” she replied.

“She’s dead.”

“And so was Atticus, but he came back.”

Gideon blinked at them before spinning away. He stalked over to the sideboard and the cluster of liquors set up on top of it. He poured himself a generous glass of whiskey before turning to face them again. With a trembling hand, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank it all in one gulp. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth before staring at the empty glass as if it had somehow betrayed him.

“Where is Braith’s body? If they came back, he could too,” Gideon finally said.

“Safe, hidden with Jack,” Ashby replied.

Gideon lowered the glass and poured himself another drink. “Where is Aria?”

“Aria, William, and his bloodlink, Tempest, led our attackers away from where Braith is hidden,” Melinda said. “He died shortly after they left us.”

“Shit,” Gideon muttered.

“There’s more,” Melinda said and proceeded to fill him in on everything that had happened with Tempest and William, the new residents they now had within the palace walls, and the ones who would soon be joining them from the outer town, if all went well. “If it really is Sabine, and we all believe or want to believe Aria is right about her, she’s most likely going to come here.”

“Most likely,” Gideon agreed.

“She looks like Atticus,” Ashby said, and Gideon lifted his eyes from his whiskey glass to Ashby. “And the amount of power coming off of her, it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

“Nothing like either of us have ever experienced,” Melinda replied.

“No one, outside of this room, can know Braith is dead, not yet,” Ashby said.

Gideon poured himself another whiskey and sipped it as he contemplated Ashby’s words. “I agree. I trust the members of The Council, but the death of a king will cause chaos, and the more who know about it, the more likely panic will spread through the masses. Many might turn to who they feel is the strongest leader in order to survive. If this woman is who you believe she is and is as powerful as you say, they could turn to
her
. That cannot be allowed. Braith’s death will be kept from everyone else, and if he does manage to rise again, no one else will ever have to know it occurred.”

“What if he doesn’t awaken?” she asked.

“Then we will let the others know, when Jack is here and can help to keep everyone calm. As the next oldest of the royal line, they will look to him for guidance,” Gideon replied and finished his whiskey.

Jack was currently the only living member of the line, but Melinda kept that information to herself.

“Jesus, not Braith.” Gideon set his glass down on the sidebar. “We must prepare for an attack.”

“I’ve already ordered more guards on the wall, and to have the residents of the outer town brought inside. I don’t know what to do about the border towns. Sending more of the king’s guard out there for them will only weaken our forces if they are attacked too,” Ashby said.

“We’ll send out a few to tell the border townspeople to come in, and let them know their safety is in peril, but we can’t risk many soldiers,” Gideon agreed. “We will do what Jack said and tell The Council that Braith, Jack, and the others are recruiting more soldiers as we speak,” Gideon replied.

Melinda squeezed Ashby’s hand. Exhaustion tugged at her eyelids. She felt like she could sleep for a week, but there would be no rest, not for a while. “We must wake the rest of The Council and gather them together,” she said.

“Yes,” Gideon agreed as he poured himself another whiskey. “I’ll get dressed and join you in the private solar where we hold Council meetings.”

“Very well,” Ashby said and turned her away.

“Melinda.” She turned back to find Gideon watching her. “Your brother is the strongest vampire I know. If his ancestors came back, he will too.”

She couldn’t help the hot wash of tears flooding her eyes. How badly she wanted those words to be true.

“We will defeat this woman just as we defeated Atticus,” Gideon assured her.

“You didn’t see her, Gideon. She was terrifying.”

“And from what you said, she had you greatly outnumbered, yet only one of you fell. Next time, if he is prepared for her, and with a bloodlink to fuel him, Braith will be more than a match for her.”

“You’re right,” Melinda agreed.

She thought she heard Gideon whisper, “He has to come back. He’s the only friend I have,” as she walked out the door, but she couldn’t be sure.

Aria

After a week, Aria still couldn’t get her eyes to return to normal, but at least no one questioned her about the ever-present sunglasses she wore, or her short periods of sleep. The only time she slept was when exhaustion took over and her body gave her no other choice but to rest. Often times that happened when she was sitting in a chair, but then her chin would hit her chest and she’d jerk awake again.

She hated sleeping for any length of time as she always dreamed, and
all
of her dreams were of Braith and what they had once shared. Most times, she woke crying from the dreams of Braith holding her.

Either from lack of sleep, or because she so badly wanted him back, she would often think she saw him somewhere too. When she turned to look, he would be gone and she would once again be left with her emptiness. Sometimes, she would smell him and the scent would be so vivid she could almost believe he was there. Then the smell would fade away to be replaced with whatever surrounded her.

Madness threatened to consume her in those moments when reality became almost too much to bear. It took a concentrated effort for her to wrap her mind around her mission to destroy Sabine.

Now, she stood within another one of the safe houses, talking with the humans who had been brought in to hear what was going on and what they should prepare for. This was the fourth safe house they’d been to, the next one would be the last one, and the one closest to the palace. Those gathered within listened raptly as she outlined the new threat they faced. Many of the faces paled, but all of them assumed a resolute expression. They would fight; there had never been any doubt in Aria’s mind about it.

“Do you plan for all of us to go to the palace now?” a man inquired.

“No,” Aria replied. “Weapons must be gathered or forged first.”

“We already have many weapons stored away, Your Highness,” a woman said to her.

“Please just call me Aria,” she said for what felt like the thousandth time. “I am simply Aria.”
Now
. But she always kept that word to herself. “We also need time to recruit more fighters for our cause, and to learn more about this woman and her troops. We have to be careful about gathering so many in one place right now. We can’t take the risk of our forces being slaughtered because we don’t fully know what we’re up against yet.”

They nodded enthusiastically as they looked around the room at each other. Aria pulled on the collar of her shirt as sweat slid down her back. Despite the cool dirt pressing against the walls, the heat of so many bodies within made it nearly unbearable to stand in here. Not to mention all of those annoyingly alluring heartbeats and the blood pulsing through their little blue veins.

Saliva rushed into her mouth, her fangs tingled with the need to sink them into someone and ease this turmoil inside her. Blood, it would center her, it would make her forget if only for a minute everything her world had become.

Atticus killed, and when he did, it eased the agony
.

She craved a
second
of peace from her reality, and often wondered how long she could hold out for. How long could she keep going when the only thing driving her was death and vengeance?

For as long as it takes! I will
not
harm another!

Before, she’d only fed from Braith. Now she fed from animals, but the lure of human blood was becoming more and more enticing with each passing day.

Though it was tempting, she couldn’t retreat further into the shadows of the room in order to put some distance between her and the heartbeats calling out to her. She had to be strong, had to present an impeccable façade of leadership and stability no matter how volatile she felt.

William glanced over at her as she rubbed her forehead. She was keeping it together, but she feared her brother sensed her unraveling. Of course he did. She would sense it in him as well, even if he acted as if nothing was wrong.

“How will we know when it is time to gather and move?” another man inquired.

“We will be sending runners out to the safe houses when it is time to move,” William answered. “Most likely it will be in seven days.”

“Plenty of time for us to recruit more to the fight,” a woman said and everyone in the room gave a brisk, decisive nod.

“I know of some vampires we can bring in,” a man near the back of the room declared. “Ones who can be trusted.”

“I don’t expect you to bring them here, but I would like to speak with them,” Aria said. “Soon.”

The rebels at the other safe houses had been willing to bring vampires in too, but none had offered to divulge their newest locations. Aria didn’t blame them for keeping the safe houses a secret. If she hadn’t once been human, the daughter of the fallen rebel leader and the sister of their representative on The Council, they most likely wouldn’t have revealed the locations to her either. The title of queen didn’t matter to these humans; it hadn’t mattered to her either.

“I will get them and bring them to the waterfall in an hour,” the man replied.

“We can bring you there,” a young woman at the front offered.

“Thank you,” Aria replied and the man left the room.

“What if something happens before the week is over? If this woman attacks the palace or the nearby towns?” a man at the back of the room asked.

“There is nothing we can do about that,” Aria replied. “The palace will be able to fend off any attackers for a time, and I’m sure the towns closest to it have either been evacuated or informed of the risk to them.”

“If this woman has more vampires on her side, how will we ever be able to defeat them?” the woman before her inquired.

Don’t look at her neck. Don’t look at her neck.

“The vampires may be stronger than humans,” Aria said as her fingers dug into her palms. “But we rebels survived in these woods for a century. We are lethal, fast, and best of all, we know these woods better than they do. She, and many of the vampires following her, underestimate humans, and we’re going to show them how wrong they are to do so.”

An excited murmur ran through the crowd. “Damn right we will,” the woman beside her said.

Despite her every intention not to look, Aria’s gaze fell to the woman’s neck.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Every beat of the woman’s heart pulsed within her vein.

She had to get out of this place, soon.

“We will gather many others,” another man said, “and be ready to go within a week. The peace will be protected.”

“Thank you,” Aria said.

They all came forward, taking hold of her hands as they spoke to her. She couldn’t move as each one of them squeezed her outstretched hands. If she moved, she’d break, but she couldn’t turn them away right now.

Every single one of them would fight. She knew they were doing it to give themselves and their children better lives. However, they were also doing it because she and William would be leading them into battle, and because they had loved her father.

It was nearly an hour before the last one filed out the door, leaving her unmoving at the edge of the room as she worked to calm herself.

“Are you okay?” William inquired.

“I need a minute before we go to meet with the vampires,” she replied.

He walked over to lead Mary and John from the room. She hadn’t wanted the two of them to come with them to the other safe houses, but Mary had insisted she be the one to lead them and introduce them to the rebels at each one.

Four safe houses down, one more to go. Then she would find Sabine and learn everything she could about her.

The sound of someone entering the room caused her to turn toward the doorway. William gave her a questioning look from the doorway, but didn’t say a word.

“I’m ready,” she told him and pushed her braid over her shoulder.

She shifted her bow on her back and followed him into one of the narrow hallways to the door at the end. Tempest stood by the doorway with Mary and John. Tempest dropped her hand away from her mouth when they approached. Aria’s gaze fell to Tempest’s fingers; she’d bitten one of her nails low enough to draw blood.

William took hold of Tempest’s hand and wiped away the blood beading there. “Everything will be okay,” he said.

“I know,” Tempest replied. “Habit.”

Aria turned away when Mary opened the door. She drew her cloak tighter around her before striding forward to climb the stairs that ascended a good twenty feet to the earth above. The other three safe houses had all been hidden beneath a different entrance.

The first one they’d visited had been in the floor of an old home. The door had been intricately carved to blend in seamlessly with the wood around it. The second was behind a boulder in the forest floor. The third had been in an old, abandoned church on the outskirts of a rebel town. This one though, had been the most carefully hidden, and she couldn’t help but think of how much Daniel would appreciate it as she stopped at the top of the stairs and looked out the tiny peephole to the forest beyond.

Her gaze scanned over the woods, and she scented the air as a pair of squirrels raced through the tree across the way. She checked the other small peepholes surrounding her before pushing the button to release the lock keeping the door secured. The door swung open and she stepped from the center of the hollowed out tree.

Turning, she stared up at the towering maple. The tree’s thick branches showed no signs of rot as they stretched high into the sky. Carving a hole into its foundation, in order to hide the entrance to the safe house, might eventually kill the tree, but then again, it might be strong enough to withstand the injury. So far, she was surviving having had a piece of her carved away, just like this tree.

Aria rubbed at her cheeks while she inspected the woods around her. Even with knowing where some of the air vents were located for the safe house, they were so cleverly hidden within the forest, she could barely detect them amongst the trees and forest floor.

The sun filtered through the empty branches surrounding her to dance across the fallen leaves and dead branches littering the forest floor. February had given way to March a few days ago and already signs of spring were becoming evident. The sun was in the sky longer, the animals were more active, the snow that had lined most of the forest floor had melted.

She turned toward where she’d left Braith and the others. For a second, an image of Braith shimmered within the trees before her. His gray eyes surveyed her, and a smile curved the edges of his full lips as he extended a hand to her.

In her chest, her deadened heart lurched and she took an involuntary step toward the mirage before it vanished. A scream welled in her throat. If there hadn’t been humans nearby waiting to take her to the waterfall, she would have bellowed her despair to the sky before sinking to her knees and sobbing out her misery.

Instead, she remained completely still. If she moved at all, what thin control she had of her shredding sanity and composure would crumble around her. She could return to the cave, to check on them, but she didn’t think she’d be able to leave Braith, not again.

If Braith came back, he would find her.

***

Daniel

Daniel poked his head out of the cave and examined the forest surrounding him. A week within the musty, gloomy confines of the cave had him blinking against the sun. He inhaled a big breath of fresh air and closed his eyes to savor it. Being within the caves, trapped with the melancholy and death, had worn on his soul more than he’d realized. Now he couldn’t get enough of the warmth of the sun and the cool air brushing over his face.

Xavier rested his hand on his arm, holding him back from stepping out of the cave. Determination was etched onto Xavier’s handsome features as he searched the forest around them and scented at the air.

“I sense no one nearby,” Xavier said after a minute.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jack inquired.

Daniel turned toward him. “We have to know what is going on by the palace, and we have to try to find Aria.”

Jack turned to gaze at the woods. “You could return to the palace and the protection of the walls.”

“I’m sure Melinda and Ashby have things covered in there,” Daniel replied. “We’ll be needed outside the walls to report back to you what we find.”

Jack took hold of Hannah’s hand when she stepped into the sunlight. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed as the rays played over her delicate face. Having been denied the sun for most of her life, Daniel hated to think of her locked within the caves again. However, Jack wouldn’t leave here, not until they had their answer about Braith, and Daniel couldn’t stay anymore.

Their injuries were healed well enough for them to move on. He focused on the forest around him once more before stepping from the cave beside Xavier with Timber and Max close on his heels.

“Be careful,” Hannah said from behind them.

“Always,” Max replied and Daniel turned back to wave at the couple before slipping into the trees.

“Where do you think Aria is?” Xavier asked after they had covered a couple of miles and paused to rest beside a lake.