Destiny
Cornerstone Deep
book three
What People Are Saying
“Charlene A. Wilson has written a fabulous fantasy, filled with imagination and beauty. From the beginning you are hooked, the male characters are interesting, charismatic and yet flawed, making them very likable. The prose is quick and the fantasy fun. The story is well developed, with an ending that is sure to surprise.”
—The Romance Reviews
“A delightful fantasy world with a beautiful love story.”
—Gothic Mom
“A touching and magickal romance story … Charlene pens her characters well written and brings them to life in this fast paced, totally hard to put down sequel. Recommended for all romance and paranormal romance fans.”
—My Cozy Corner Book Reviews
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ISBN: 978-0-9899846-6-9
Credits
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson
Editor: Susan Davis
Interior Designer: Jennifer Brown
Destiny
Copyright © 2015 by Charlene A. Wilson
Published by
Arched Spectrum Publishing
PO Box 1032
Morrilton, Arkansas 72110
Dedication
I’d like to dedicate this book to my wonderful daughter, Kim. She’s patient with this air-headed mom of hers and has been my rock through many hard times. I love you, Sweetheart. Happy birthday!
Destiny
Cornerstone Deep book three
By
Charlene A. Wilson
Chapter One
Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.
“Orvertre!”
The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet atmosphere with no result.
A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver discs that taunted alongside the night sky.
With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the entrance to Shilo Park.
The cat darted back the way it came.
Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.
Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He needed the sweet comfort it held.
Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”
He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.
How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep the disappearance of the relic a secret?
Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene. Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.
Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.
Chapter Two
Elaina wrapped her hands around her coffee mug and grinned. Vanilla wafted from the wide kitchen island as her twin nieces, Mandy and Mechenzie, baked with James and her sister, Linda. The cause of the aroma became clear as Linda tipped a bottle of flavoring upright next to Mandy and dabbed at the ingredient with a towel.
As Elaina leaned her head to the side, she couldn’t help but consider James’s acceptance of her sister and a set of rambunctious six-year-olds. His elation at stepping into the role of Daddy—albeit through socialized adoption—brought the Sentinel family a new perspective of life, to say the least. She saw it in every correspondence James had with the girls. Cole’s demeanor had even softened, though the return of his reincarnated love could have something to do with that. She glanced to her side where Anna sat gazing at her wedding rings. And they couldn’t make a better couple.
But Vincent… His eyes sparkled brighter, the color of his lips deepened, and Gods help her, if there was a way to be the one to bring him a child of his own to increase that reaction, she would find it.
James’s countenance glowed as he waved a finger and more towels flew from the pantry, landing neatly beside them. The knob on the black lacquered stove clicked to preheat, and she realized the motion had a dual purpose.
Mechenzie dumped flour into a large bowl, and Mandy immediately shoved her hands into the powder, wiggling her fingers.
“It’s odd to see them baking instead of you.” Anna chortled as she leaned toward Elaina.
Jarred to the present, Elaina managed to keep her palms on her cup.
Anna scooted closer on the bench of the breakfast nook. Her bowtie lips curled upward. “Just look at them. A perfect little family.”
Relaxing, Elaina sighed and let her shoulders sag. Her children would crack the eggs too hard, shake the canister too vigorously, and dump ingredients over the measuring cups. There would be two—a boy and a girl, Vincent Jr. and Lacey. They’d have Vincent’s dark eyes, jet-black hair, and stunning smile. There wouldn’t be a speck of her strawberry blonde between them. They would…
Cole’s shuffling steps entered the kitchen and then paused behind her as he leaned in close and whispered, “Yes. It will be perfect. Complete with an intolerance to cooperate that will end in baking the eggs before they can be beaten.”
Elaina looked up at him. At times like these, the skills the Shilo brothers held only managed to embarrass her. Tell me he didn’t read my thoughts.
He nodded with a grin, and his midnight eyes sparkled with mirth. “And the cinnamon will make the youngest sneeze, causing sparks to smash the glass bowls and melt the butter.” He chuckled and cocked his head with a squelch on his cheek. “What a waste of butter.”
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nbsp; Linda laughed and looked over at them, traces of flour patted on her cheek. “Are you dreaming again, little sister?”
James steadied Mandy’s hand as she poured the vanilla into the mix. “Cole has no business viewing your thoughts, no matter the subject, Elaina.”
Cole shook his head and took a seat beside Anna. “I wasn’t reading her thoughts. It’s not hard to come to the conclusion on my own. It’s all she talks about.”
Elaina peeked at him from the corner of her eyes as he settled next to Anna, set his coffee mug on the breakfast nook table, and then wrapped an arm around his love, pulling her close. His lips pressed to her dark locks. As he grabbed a muffin, he wobbled his finger and the butter slid within his reach. He spread a thick layer on top of the sweetbread.
“Try as you may,” Cole glanced at her, “and I don’t want to know how you’re trying—the Mother Earth Beads won’t help you, Elaina.”
His words struck her heart like a blunt knife. Their choice not to tell the family—the Sentinels—wrung her nerves every time they were mentioned. Please, Vince, please find them this time.
Cole looked her way.
Elaina fidgeted. You are so stupid, Elaina. Watch yourself. Her gaze dropped to the liquid in her cup. Could he have heard that? She peeked at him through her lashes.
He took a bite of his breakfast and then lifted his chin. His jaw worked the food as he leaned back, stretching his long legs in front of him. “It would be very bad to lose a magical item.”
“Cole,” James’s firm voice struck Elaina’s nerves, and her gaze snapped to him. “Elaina would tell us the moment they turned up missing. A simple scry would lead us to their location and we can summon them.” He waved his hand and cake tins flew from the cabinet beside the oven to settle before the young twins. “Don’t cause unneeded worry.”
Heat rushed her face, and she pinched her lips together to control the quiver in her chin.
The receiving hall door slammed, and Cole leaned his forehead to Anna’s. “I’ll be back soon, my love.”
Her fingers combed his black hair past his shoulders. “Don’t be long.”
“Never.” He stood and motioned to James.
James tugged the towel from his broad shoulder and released the apron from his waist.
Elaina’s heart sped and pounded against her rib cage. He knows! She swallowed the thickness in her throat. Sweet, Venus. Please let Vince have found their father’s cerulean beads. Though prayer to the foreign goddess held her hopes, she knew the slam of the door could only mean irritation at another failed try.
Chapter Three
“In the study. Now.”
Cole’s thoughts hit Vincent as he hung his cloak on the gold coat rack prong. His oldest brother’s piqued stride hammered against the hardwood floor and echoed off the cherubim lined walls. His scowl bore into Vincent as he rounded the wide staircase, heading down the left hall.
James followed. His blink in Vincent’s direction foretold this wasn’t going to be a pleasant brotherly meet.
Vincent looked at the cascading chandelier with a heavy sigh. What’s the old brood mad about this time? The teardrop gems seemed to reply with the possible answer in each twinkle. Unease flashed across his senses.
He clenched his jaw and followed, casting his gaze to the seraphim that stood sentinel beside the banister. Its cold features stared ahead, as if ignoring his presence. Vincent grumbled under his breath, “A little support here would be nice.”
Laurel trees framed the door to their father’s personal study, branches intertwined above the entrance. Plush carpet hushed their steps as they entered, and soft illumination poured from the bobbles along the top tier of the wall-sized bookshelf. Track lamps spotted the tapestries on the east wall, highlighting the intricate depictions of their home realm. The mantel shelves displayed the many magical items brought with them when they came to serve in Cornerstone Deep. Vincent glanced at the spot where the beads once lay. A pang of guilt knotted his stomach.
James waved his hand and the circular chandelier lit, bathing them with light.
As soon as Vincent closed the door, Cole’s command rang in his ears. “Eko silyst.”
The atmosphere thickened as the silencing spell entombed the room. Cole turned to him and his ebony eyes flashed. His irritated tone flattened with each word as the tunnel effect allowed only those within the room to hear it. “How long have you known?”
James settled into the master chair behind the cherry-wood desk and leaned back. Vincent paused as the sight set another knot in his stomach. Would he ever get used to seeing James in the Head of Sentinel’s position? The reminder of Cole’s demotion by the Gods set a grave tone in the air. A frown took the dimples from James’s cheeks as he laced his fingers across his defined torso in the familiar counseling pose.
Vincent rested his hands at his waist and set his jaw. “Known what?”
Cole’s eyes narrowed with his glare. Folding his arms, he shuffled his stance. The tempered air didn’t hide the anger in his voice. “That your woman lost the Mother Earth beads that should have never been removed from this room.”
The accusation grated Vincent’s nerves alongside his earlier failed search. “Her name is Elaina!” He raked his fingers over his scalp and couldn’t hold back his defensive argument. “From the time I announced our engagement, you’ve demeaned her importance to me. I love her more than any—”
“Of the twelve before her?” Cole’s brow cocked, pressing the punch further.
Vincent’s knuckles glowed hot as his fists bunched tight. “She’s my soul mate!”
James glanced at them. “Cole has never demeaned those you’ve chosen to wed, Vince.”
“Only the frequency,” Cole murmured with a side sneer.
“I’m not spending my life in loneliness when we live thousands of years after they pass.” The habitual response came before he could catch it, and Vincent lowered his gaze as he realized his error.
“Well, given light that we now know reincarnation exists on Cornerstone Deep, none of us will.” James’s softened tone seemed to hush Cole’s harsh manner. “Now, I’d like to know the answer to Cole’s question. When I suggested you allow Elaina to hold onto the beads for comfort, I fully expected to be notified if they came missing.”
Vincent straightened his spine and blinked to the side. He knew it would come to this. With each empty scry result, he knew. He gnawed on his inner cheek, and his gaze wandered the pile in the thick carpet. “She discovered they were missing the night we fought Dressen.”
Cole growled, and his anger exploded in a telepathic burst along with his voice as he said, “What? Three weeks? Three weeks have passed and this is the first time you mention it?”
“If you’ll remember, your attentions were on more pressing matters, like Dressen’s death and upcoming memorial, the gift for his sister, getting Anna settled, planning the wedding you insisted on having last week…” Frustration gnawed at his stomach. “And all James thinks about is his new family. Every day Elaina is around those girls, she wants a child more. It’s become an obsession!” He tossed his hand through the air. “I’ve spent the last three weeks searching this realm for those beads with her checking in with me every chance she gets. She breaks into tears.”
Cole paced until he stood before the hearth. “They won’t do a thing to help her have a child.”
“Of course they won’t! And I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to reason with her. But she won’t hear it.”
James leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and Vincent wasn’t sure if he saw anger or concern etched on his brow. “You’ve scryed for them?”
By his tone, he was sure it was concern. “Yes. Nothing.” Vincent shook his head. “I was confused, too.”
“When was the last time she remembers having them?”
“At Shilo Park, when Mianna went into the High Priest’s buggy with Dressen. She unwound them from her wrist to call me for help on her watch. She
said she was sure she put them in her pocket.”
Cole’s gaze shot over his shoulder. “She did this when Dressen was there? Did he see her do it?”
Vincent considered. A slow shrug held his shoulders arched. “Possibly.”
Cole rolled his head to the side and walked in a small circle. “He was using the memory pearl I gave him to view his past lives at the time. Father’s life cycle was at the forefront of his mind. If he saw them, he recognized them. He had to have taken them.”
A sneer tugged at Vincent’s cheek. “Without her noticing?”
Cole cocked his head and lifted his hand toward the picture window on the far side of the room. The golden rope gracefully untied, allowing the drapes to flow closed. It snaked through the air into his palm. Tassels bunched between his fingers as he snapped them into a fist.
Blood drained from Vincent’s face as he realized how easily the beads could have slipped from her pocket and into Dressen’s hand under a command.
James stood, his bulky arms hung down at his sides. “Magical items in the possession of a wizard…” he took a deep breath, “follow that soul when it dies.”
A furrow bit deep into Vincent’s brow as he hoped beyond fact it wasn’t true. “So…”
Cole confirmed his fear. “So the beads and the memory pearl are somewhere on Midway Summit.” His upper lip curled. “Where the one man with the ability to recall them was reborn!”
Vincent snapped in his love’s defense. “She had nothing to do with that pearl!”
James’s dark eyes widened, and he swallowed so hard Vincent could hear it. “I was under the impression you had retrieved the ring,” he seemed to struggle to get the last word out, “Cole.”
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