CHAPTER 8
Lexi couldn’t recall how everyone got back to the Range Rover. She’d tried to retrace her steps on her own, wanting to get to the clearing without asking for help. She planned on walking without looking back, just leaving them all behind, but became disoriented. And her head hurt so much her vision blurred.
It had been Robbie who found her sitting on the ground. She’d been pressing the heels of both hands hard against her eyes. He held her bleeding hand in his for a moment, carefully checked her head—where the wound still bled from when Wallace had thrown her into the rocks. Then he asked if she was strong enough to walk. Lexi said she was, hating the way she felt like a lost child as he led her down the path. Her earth sense had abandoned her as well as everyone else.
When they reached the clearing, there had been a lot of “what the hell just happened?” and “Lexi, please get into the car,” to which Lexi had responded badly. No one would tell her anything and for several minutes she stood mutinously in place, looking for some other avenue of escape. She didn’t want to be around any of them, not now. Perhaps not ever.
It was Marge who finally put a hand on Lexi’s arm. Marge, who told her that, for the moment, she had no other options. Marge had alternated between anger toward Christan and sympathy for Lexi, but in the end, Lexi thought the anger won out—her anger and not necessarily Marge’s, although on the drive to wherever they were going, Lexi doubted that assessment as well.
Dusk had descended and only a few trees were visible before the landscape lost itself in deep shadow. Lexi sat in the back of the heavy vehicle while Marge sat in front with Robbie driving. Arsen and Christan had disappeared. Lexi felt the pulsing sensations in her mind from whatever Christan had done, and her hand hurt. She cradled it within a makeshift ice pack, made with towels, not that the cold helped. Her migraine had moved to her nape where blood was sticky in her hair. She hadn’t wrapped her mind around Wallace being Kace, whom they knew and hated. And there was probably a lot more to Marge’s story than she’d revealed.
The Range Rover bounced along the dirt track, rocking occasionally. Headlights speared a faded world of olive-grey. The drone of the engine was monotonous and Lexi drifted. She tried see the lesson in this experience, guessed it went beyond the idea of change, which most people accepted at face value, thinking change was an unending upward curve. They’d find a better job, move into a nicer house. No one wanted to think about the change that dragged you somewhere else.
But that was the nature of change. To disrupt. Destroy.
Something screamed in the distance, a wild animal sound. Bear, cougar, coyotes lived in this wilderness, along with all their prey animals. The headlights of the Range Rover slanted as Robbie turned off the track and pulled behind a high ridge. What looked like an abandoned homesteader’s cabin came into view.
The moon had risen, full enough to see in the dark. The air was cool, fresh with the hint of moisture that only gathered at night. They trundled out of the car and up the steps to the homestead door, solid and looking new. Robbie held it open for Marge, held it for Lexi, too. Lexi’s smile was tense. She appreciated the courtesy but sensed Robbie’s distance. None of them knew what to do with her now that they’d exposed their secrets and thought she had some of her own.
Walking ahead, Robbie flipped the light switches, and it was clear this wasn’t an abandoned homestead. Stainless steel and black granite glittered in the kitchen. A fireplace made of river rock dominated a cozy living area. The dining table was large enough to seat up to twelve, but Lexi didn’t stop to count the chairs.
“Sit down,” Marge said. Robbie went back to the car, returning with bags of groceries which he sorted and put into the refrigerator. Marge busied herself, filling a bowl with warm water and collecting medical supplies before sitting at the table.
“I’m sorry you were hurt today,” the woman said. “We’ll sort through a few things first, and then you can shower and get the dirt out of your hair. Would you like tea?”
“Will it have arsenic in it?”
Marge waited until Lexi had settled in the chair. Then, she dipped a cloth into the warm water and washed the blood from Lexi’s hand. A heavy silence filled the room before Marge spoke.
“I realize you’re angry, Lexi. But what happened today could affect a lot of people I love and care about, including you, and I have to ask—why did you go to Montana?”
“What does Montana have to do with anything?”
Marge didn’t answer. Lexi glanced around the now empty kitchen and said, “Wallace contacted me. He needed an immediate location for a retreat since the one he had planned had fallen through. There was only one location to research and I needed to leave immediately—I think I mentioned that to you. I spent three days wandering around the wilderness and then I returned. The area was awkward for what he wanted and I told him so.”
“Did you know him before he contacted you?”
“No.”
“Did you know he was out there today?”
“I think I’ve been clear about that.”
Marge rubbed antiseptic into a cut, and Lexi tried not to flinch. “What were you talking about in the rocks?”
“I wasn’t doing much talking, Marge.”
“Kace must have said something,” the woman persisted.
Lexi hesitated, working through her disorganized thoughts. “Wallace asked if I liked it when Arsen shifted and I realized what he was. He never told me his other name. We talked about the dreams. He wanted me to remember something about Christan, said there was a reason I should be afraid, that he was trying to help me. And then he threw the phone and told me to call if I wanted to chat.”
“Why didn’t you tell this to Christan when he asked you?”
“I don’t recall him asking.”
Lexi pulled her hand from Marge’s grasp and wrapped both arms around her waist. She doubted she would sleep that night; she didn’t want to dream. The longing to go home was overwhelming.
After a long, long moment the woman spoke again.
“I’m going to trust you with information. Am I right to trust you?”
It hurt that Marge needed to ask, but trust was such a fragile thing, and it had been broken for both of them. Lexi nodded, not willing to speak.
Slowly, Marge reached out and reclaimed Lexi’s hand. She continued to clean away the dirt, explaining how, when Christan was forced from the Void, he’d been weak and disoriented. Three had returned him to Montana, thinking he’d be protected there. It took five minutes to explain the effects of long exposure in that place between space and matter. How vulnerable Christan had been before Arsen found him. Finally, as Marge attached a small bandage to an oozing cut, she mentioned the curious fact that Lexi had been wandering around within a half-mile from Christan’s location. Because Kace had sent her there.
“Why?” Lexi demanded.
“To draw Christan out, attack while he was still weak,” Marge said as she took the medical supplies to the sink “And considering those facts, perhaps you can understand why the meeting in the rocks today erupted as it did, with all three of you being in close proximity again.”
The woman was removing two white mugs from a cupboard and filling them with steaming peppermint tea. She pointed out how Christan was not over the effects of the Void. Lexi looked up and said very deliberately that she didn’t give a damn about how brutal the Void was, she would not forgive Christan even when Marge asked if she would. No one had been reasonable, other than Robbie. But Marge was looking uncomfortable as she returned to the table, and Lexi had to ask.
“There’s more to this, isn’t there?”
“I’m ashamed to admit it, but yes.” Marge handed Lexi a mug of tea and sipped at her own. “Arsen knew about you six months ago. He asked if I would move to Rock Cove after your grandmother died.”
Lexi left the tea untouched. “You were spying for him?”
“I know you don’t believe me, but I was your friend first. I became your therapist because I wanted to help you. Our friendship was genuine, at least on my end, and I don’t want that to change.”
“You’ll understand if I don’t feel the same.”
“We all regret what happened today. But three girls are dead in what is considered an act of war. There wasn’t time to tell you gently.”
Lexi looked toward the kitchen window. The night was black beyond the glass. “How did they die?”
“Arsen didn’t share the details, only that immortals have an utter lack of conscience for their actions. Kace is an Enforcer, pledged to the Calata member known as Six. If Kace was operating under orders, then you were very lucky in those rocks today.”
“He knew Robbie was there, didn’t he?”
“He knew someone was there, and he didn’t want to take the chance it was Arsen. And especially not Christan.”
“Would Robbie have been able to kill him?”
“No. Not in his current state. I’ve weakened him through my vanity.” There were more victims than Lexi realized. Marge sipped her tea. After a moment, Lexi reached for her own mug. In the kitchen, a clock ticked away the seconds in soft reproof.
“How long have you and Robbie been together?”
“In this lifetime, it’s been five years. In other lifetimes, we weren’t as lucky.”
“Did he leave you?”
“Often. I accept that it wasn’t his choice.”
“None of them had a choice, is that what you’re saying?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Christan was obligated more than the others because of who he is—Three’s Enforcer. All the members on the Calata demanded his presence, and they weren’t friendly about it. He was required to leave often and he would be gone longer.”
Something hard and heavy was unfurling and Lexi remembered it. Felt hands that knew what they were doing. Saw him with blood all over his body. She reached for the tea knowing that her hand was unsteady and it wasn’t due to exhaustion.
“I’d rather talk about Arsen.”
Marge sighed. “Arsen is Christan’s second.”
“Which means?”
“They’re more than friends, they’re like brothers. And Arsen assumes an Christan's responsibilities in his absence—Arsen is powerful enough to be an enforcer if he wanted the job, but he doesn’t. Once Arsen picked up on your bond energy, he kept dropping in to Rock Cove. Warriors can sense who a girl’s mate is, and Arsen is particularly good at it. When he told Christan about you, well, Christan came to see for himself.”
“The disastrous meeting in my office.”
“Yes.”
Lexi chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not clear on this sensing aspect.”
“Each female has an extension of her warrior’s energy. It’s an essence—I’ve described it as a silver thread, leading the warrior to his mate when she enters a new lifetime. With billions of people in the world today, this is the primary way they have of identifying us, since we don’t always look the same in each reincarnation.”
“What other ways do they have?”
“The color of our eyes stays the same, and the first letter of our name. I’ve always had a name starting with M. Your eternal name starts with G.” Gabrielle. Galaxy. What other names were there?
“You said I was bound to an Agreement.”
“You are, and whether Christan bound you to that Agreement without telling you, or you did it knowingly, there wasn’t time for debate. The warriors had to swear allegiance to a Calata that was on the verge of killing their mates.” Marge paused. “They gave up a vital part of themselves so that we would be safe.”
“And in return we have to deal with them in every lifetime?”
Lexi couldn’t help the bitterness. Her emotions were in shreds. Raw and aching. She wanted to be anywhere but here because he was here. Marge was watching, and Lexi saw the sympathy in the woman’s eyes.
“Don’t blame this on the Agreement,” Marge said. “You have the choice before every lifetime whether or not to back. The Agreement doesn’t force you, it simply provides the energy signal so he can find you. In return, he agreed to do whatever the Calata asked him to do, whenever they asked, and for as long as they asked.”
Lexi lifted the mug of tea, held it in both hands with her elbows on the table. She watched the steam curling upward and wanted to argue but stopped herself. “Then fine, I chose to come back and I’m stuck in an agreement and he’s found me. I’m alive and well and he can move on and leave me alone.”
The statement sounded both sad and defensive, which it was, and Marge responded gently.
“It’s not that simple. Immortals form bonds that are symbiotic relationships. It’s a physical link, a mental connection and an emotional source of energy that makes both of you whole. He needs that from you, and you need it from him.”
“I don’t need anything from him.”
“Lexi,” Marge said, “you’re dealing with a connection that was created eons ago, by magic lost from the world.”
“Connections can be broken, Marge.”
“Yes, they can. But even in those cases where the relationship has shattered, both the warrior and the lover will feel the loss of the connection, both physical and emotional.”
Lexi breathed in deeply, trying to ease the tightness in her throat. “What else should I know?”
“This is magic considered so dangerous the alchemists said they’d destroyed it. More than likely, they hid it from the world. But in theory, a mate bond can be transformed into the contract called the blood bond. The warrior grows more powerful and the lover becomes immortal like her warrior. No one knows if that will happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because the relationships haven’t always turned out as expected. And even if they had, no one has trusted the Calata enough to do it. The blood bond could kill the human lover as punishment for desiring the immortality that started it all.”
“Then you never really know if you love each other, or if you suffer from an unfulfilled immortal need.”
“Love is always an act of faith.” Marge paused, and then said, “There’s one way the original bond can be irrevocably broken.”
Lexi tried to sip the tea, found it difficult to swallow. The energy inside her head felt primitive. Animalistic. Dangerously wild and twisting.
“Don’t tell me, Marge.
“You said you hated him. He said it was easy to do.”
“No.” Lexi was suddenly afraid. “I don’t want to know.”
“You already do.” Marge set her mug down hard on the table and shoved it aside. “You wanted to know what happened in those rocks today? Christan happened. There’s a one word that can kill him. That is how you irrevocably break the bond, Lexi, by killing him, and he gave that one word to you. What I want to know now is whether you intend to use that knowledge or not.”
Marge waited a beat as if debating the need to test their relationship with a harsh truth. She decided too much was at stake.
“Your life can no longer be a pity party because your deadbeat mother left you alone. You were offered all the love in the world once, and you refused to accept it. Don’t make me choose between you and Christan because I’m not sure which way I will go.”