Chapter 27
I walked into the clearing with as much as confidence as I could muster. There were about eight men in the clearing with my mom; they allowed me in and closed ranks around me. I knew more were hidden in the trees, but I didn’t give any indication that I knew. All of them seemed to range in ages from twenty to thirty but none of them looked a day over that. My mother looked as she had the last time I’d seen her; the only person who looked aged was my dad.
He was battered and bruised as if they’d beaten him.
“Emma,” she said.
“Grayson, are you okay?” I blatantly ignored her.
This had to happen exactly as I’d seen it.
“You’re nothing but a liar; Mom didn’t die,” he sneered.
“Yes, she did. For us she did, Grayson. She didn’t raise you and she damn sure wasn’t the one there when you were sick or when you got hurt. I was, you know that. I know you know that. Deep down, you know who was there for you; look what she’s done to Dad. Mom’s the liar here; she played us all.” I looked at her coldly.
“You think you raised him? I’ve watched you this entire time, Emmalyn. I’ve known every step you’ve ever made. Imagine my surprise to find out my daughter who I bred to become a warrior is nothing more than a vampire’s whore,” she sneered.
“Well imagine my disappointment when I discovered my mother was nothing more than a deceitful, murderous, adulterous whore. Sorry, Mother, but after a review of your tapes, I think you have being a disappointment down to an art form.”
“She’s beautiful, Trina,” one of the taller males said. He was the one who held my dad by the hair with a blade to his throat. I swallowed the pain of seeing him after all this time. His face was ashen but his eyes were on me with pride. Blood trickled from his nose, but other than the occasional bruises, he looked okay.
“Dagan, meet your daughter,” Trina said with anger in her eyes. “I only wish she’d been more of what we had hoped for.”
Dagan was shorter than my dad, with eyes close to mine in color. He was handsome, with wavy dark auburn hair, but there was a coldness to him which left me wanting more in my gene pool. His hold tightened on my dad’s hair, as the blade pressed harder on the skin revealing a thin red line of blood as if he just remembered he held it in his grasp.
“Is he really my father or just part of the daddy donor pool?” I mocked. “So, why am I here?” I looked back at my mom, dismissing the male altogether. DNA did not make a father; raising kids with love and protecting them did. “You wanted to check in on us and be all motherly? Mmm, no, you wanted to check your chess pieces and see if they were good enough to play with now. We’re ready to play, Mother, but the thing is, we don’t give a fuck about your games. You came into my house and shook it; you had innocents killed. That’s just something I don’t see myself getting over anytime soon.”
“Get ready, if she makes a move, take her down. Don’t hurt her, not yet.” I had a mental image of my mother’s voice flash across my mind.
“Trina, there is something more here—she’s stronger than we can see. She’s playing with you.” Dagan replied on the same mental path as he replied to her.
“So, we gonna stare at each other all day or what?”
“The vampires and wolves have pulled back; they’ve abandoned her.”
“She’s still planning for them to help her. It’s time for her rebirth. Either she is really one of us, or she’s dead. Someone shoot her.”
Well shit! I stood perfectly still which was hard considering I knew what was coming, and I really wasn’t looking forward to it. I looked to my dad with pleading eyes.
“I love you, Dad; don’t ever question it or wonder okay? No matter what, you will always be my dad.”
“Love you Emma, always,” he said as I watched the pride light up his eyes, and for the first time I had ever seen, this tough as nails man had tears in his eyes.
The sharp crack of a handgun being fired shattered the stillness of the clearing and pierced my arm. My dad cried out, but I didn’t dare move. I didn’t cringe, because this was how I had seen it. I simply looked down and back up at her.
“Nice shot, but want some pointers?” My dad was staring at me like I was crazy. “Rest your sight level with the divot on the gun and you might actually kill something with it.”
Pain! Oh, the fucking pain! Fucking bitch was so dead! I remained still as I brought my gaze back to my mother, who had the audacity to smile with pride. As if she had played a part in making me some sort of badass! I chanced a look at Grayson and saw his eyes as he watched me with a silent plea in them. Yeah, he’d just been clued in that he’d been played, just like I told him.
“She came, as you predicted,” Trina said to my brother.
He sniffled; this had to be hard on him, since he’d never met our mother, and now he had to meet this traitorous bitch instead of the mom I had told him stories of. Stories of the person I thought my mother was—all of it a lie, as it turned out. “It’s going to be okay, Grayson. I love you,” I said, wondering what my mother planned to gain by this.
“Isn’t this sweet?” Dagan sneered.
“I’m going to kill you, very slowly,” I told him as I shot him a murderous look.
“Enough; it’s time for you to choose between the two, Emma. Which one shall live and who shall die?” Trina asked coldly.
“Easy answer, I would never choose between them. I love them both,” I said as I tried to figure out her move. This wasn’t part of what I had seen in the vision and my faith in what I was doing faltered a little.
“A Knight would choose the innocent. A pawn would choose to run. A Queen would pick that which could be of most use to her,” Trina growled.
“A human would pick her loved ones,” I said giving nothing away, or at least I hoped I wasn’t.
“She’s chosen, I’ve never seen a postulant choose outside of the three,” Dagan said with a puzzled look.
“Kill him,” Trina sneered and I watched as Dagan slit my dad’s throat. I almost lost it, but I’d seen it happen. Three times to be exact. He died in every scenario I was shown. My heart shattered and there was certain calmness came over me as the Sentinels watched.
The sky thundered as lightning slashed across it, as if forces in nature or in the universe were aware of what was going to happen and approved. It had been what my mom and the Sentinels wanted, but as I’d always been told, you should be very careful for what you ask for. I knew the pain was coming before it hit, so I had time to prepare for it mentally.
Shots rang out from the tree line as I moved toward my brother, but a sickening pelting noise made me pause as sharp pain and an extreme burning sensation shot through several places around my heart. Dagan watched me, and I knew from the look in his eyes that this wasn’t my death. It was a rebirth to them, their kind.
I could hear their mental chatter and they didn’t seem to know that I’d already died, and been reborn. This would be my second death, the cliff being my first. My eyes shot to Jimmy who looked at me grimly. He must have thought Addy was exaggerating when she told everyone at the shelter that I was dying. He probably thought I was at the estate being a vampire’s plaything. No wonder my mother said I was a vampire’s whore. I could do this; I could handle it for Grayson. I could handle anything to save him.
Right? It was too much! It felt as if my entire body was being torn apart. My veins pushed poison through them, and the entire time, I somehow managed to stay upright. The bullets had been laced with something, ensuring death would be swift. I swallowed until I couldn’t, and the air left my lungs in an exhale.
“She’s amazing,” Trina whispered with pride.
I closed my eyes and tried to think of what Dad would have said if he’d seen me like this. I discarded the thought quickly and focused on the process. I listened to their thoughts, and then to the others around me.
I could feel Jaeden as if he was with me, a part of me, but then I’d seen it in my vision. I had his blood, and it had done something to us. I felt the glyphs as they seared the skin inside my forearms, showing my rank in the army I was currently staring down. Thankfully, it was soon to end. Grayson was too young for it to happen to him, and right now he was fighting them to get to me.
I looked up and met Trina’s eyes. Grayson broke free, as my vision changed so that I could now see an outline of everyone’s heat signature. This was an improvement in the vision I experienced when I fought the wolves and I knew from my visions that my blue eyes now had a luminous glow to them.
“She’s not a Knight, Trina, she’s a fucking Guardian,” someone whispered.
Wait, what? Knight was so much cooler than Guardian.
“Move!” she screamed, her eyes flashed in a blue luminous glow that matched mine, and the Sentinels scattered and melted into the woods, Dagan grabbed Grayson and strong armed him into one of the waiting cars in the distance and I was frozen, unable to make myself move through the pain.
“Now!” I breathed, barely above a whisper, but Jaeden still felt it and the woods exploded with life.
They attacked as a well-oiled unit, but the car that held Grayson in it sped off before anyone could stop it. I screamed for Jaeden to get Grayson, but the car was gone before I could get the words out.
Lachlan in wolf form broke away from the scuffle and darted to my frozen form. He whined and then howled, which brought a very blood-covered Jaeden to me.
“Emma,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes.
“They took Grayson.” I’d failed. I was alive, but the plan had failed. The change had taken longer than my vision showed me it would; I watched in silence as the wolves and vampire tore the only two remaining Sentinels apart. It didn’t look like they were going to save anyone for interrogation, that much I could see.
“We will help you find him,” Jaeden said with promise buried in his tone. “We will all help you find him.” Jaeden picked me up since I was basically stuck standing in place and unable to move from lack of strength.
In my first vision, I’d seen Dagan kill my dad, and I had been shot several times and underwent the change. I broke free of the change, then killed them all and saved my brother. The other vision had been them killing me when I’d tried to save my dad. The third option showed they’d killed my dad, and taken me and Grayson to some underground lab. I hadn’t seen what did happen in any of the visions, but I’d learned from it.
One: My visions weren’t perfect, they seemed to more like tactical simulations that allowed me to assess best-case scenario.
Two: I was a Sentinel Guardian, but without google or another Sentinel to explain what that meant, that knowledge was pretty much useless.
Three: I heard voices inside my head when the Sentinels were close to me, and I could use that to find my brother.
Four: My dad was really dead now.
Five: My mother was going to die by my hand, well; she was going to be buried and hidden in some shithole of a grave that had maggots and other things in it and she wouldn’t enjoy it— not a freaking second of it.