Legacy of the Sorceress (A Gargoyle and Sorceress Tale Book 6)

by Lisa Blackwood

  “That sounds promising,” the Lady of Battles admitted. “Go on.”

  “Once he wakes, he will become our spy and won’t even realize it. The spell is also sentient. When it finds a hint of Anna or Shadowlight, it will begin influencing the host until it finds them, then it will transmit their exact location to me.” Taryin paused, her expression calm as she waited to see if the Battle Goddess would find this spell worthy of the risk of summoning a djinn.

  At last, the Lady of Battles shook back her hair and straightened. “Your contribution is enough that I shall not kill you for your unsanctioned actions. This time. If you ever again make such a decision without speaking to me first, you will not find me so forgiving.”

  “I would expect nothing less, my Lady.” Taryin paused and bowed again. When she straightened, she met the demigoddess’ eyes. “Once the spell reports their location, did you want an assassination or a rescue mission? The spell will be able to carry out an assassination. A rescue will take far more resources.”

  “We shall wait to see what your spell finds first, then I will decide.”

  “Very well my Lady.”

  “And give me the djinn,” the Battle Goddess commanded. “I shall keep him in my temple where he’s less likely to find a mind he can influence.”

  “Of course, my Goddess.” The blood witch reached into her robe and withdrew a beautiful, jewel-encrusted drinking vessel. Its top was corked and sealed with wax and layer upon layer of spells.

  Taryin carefully placed it in the Lady’s outstretched hand.

  Taking the vessel, the Battle Goddess folded her fingers over it and then brought it up to her breastplate where she carefully tucked it between her cleavage.

  The vessel hadn’t been any longer than Vaspara’s arm.

  Strange that something so small could hold a power great enough to level worlds.

  Chapter 36

  Obsidian stomped beside Anna as they made their way along one of the bridges on their way to the main cliffside gathering.

  “Why don’t you just growl, snarl or beat the shit out of some poor training target? It might make you feel better.” Anna said in a light tone.

  “I’m fine! The healers are just coddling me. The wing joint is almost completely healed.”

  “Sure, it is. That’s why we’re walking then?”

  He and another gargoyle had collided during one of their aerial combat sessions. This exercise had reminded her of a medieval melee in the sky. The other gargoyle—a novice—had been at fault. Knowing they were going to crash, Obsidian had turned in the air, taking the brunt of the impact when they’d hit the ground. It had been a chivalrous gesture to protect the youngling from getting crushed under his heavier mass.

  “You’re lucky you didn’t break your wing joints. The healers are correct. You need another day to heal.”

  He huffed and muttered under his breath.

  “Relax, Truth said the mentors agreed to partner us, so you can rest assured I’ll be in good hands.”

  “I could take you out in a couple days after I’m healed.”

  Anna snorted. “What, and have the dryads be all pissed that we didn’t bring in enough of the octopus things?”

  Another reason she wanted to go fishing was because the healers had plied him with copious amounts of magic to repair his wings and back, and now he was feeling amorous again. He couldn’t help that side effect, but she didn’t need to be around making it worse for him.

  It wouldn’t be an issue if she had her own place, but she was still rooming with Obsidian since Rook had said they needed to be together at night, so their sleeping minds could use the link to process all they’d learned that day.

  “Anna.” He reached out and forced her to halt and face him. “Be safe. Don’t take risks or allow yourself to get distracted. The ocean currents at the base of the cliff are dangerous.”

  “Yes, mom!”

  ***

  Obsidian could only watch as Anna, in the company of Truth and the rest of the hunting party, took off, launching themselves from the cliff with wild abandon.

  If he hadn’t been injured, it would have been him flying wingtip to wingtip with his Kyrsu and then teaching her how to swim in the rough coastal waters.

  During the Solstice Festival the gargoyles hunted for the dryads, bringing them their favorite delicacies. As such, he would typically be out hunting, but since he’d been injured, he’d expected to get grounded. He’d naively been looking forward to spending the afternoon with Anna, but she’d gone behind his back and talked with Truth, who’d gone to the mentors.

  Why did it feel like the two people he loved most were working against him today?

  Truth? Huh. He was probably trying to be helpful. But Anna? He wasn’t blind.

  Obsidian knew it was because he’d been subtly trying to court Anna ever since they’d linked minds and he’d discovered that they were both strong enough to love each other without enslaving each other.

  The healers’ magic would likely embolden him later, and his Kyrsu knew that and was in full panic mode. Outwardly, she was all business, almost aloof. Inwardly, she was running because she didn’t want him to get close enough to learn whatever secret she was trying to keep buried. Though he doubted she even understood that yet herself.

  Anna’s acceptance and belief in him had allowed him to overcome his fears. Now it was his turn to fix what was broken in her.

  Unfortunately, the damned healing magic had got his blood up. If he could trust their link not to flare and share something distracting with Anna, he’d have been tempted to return to his dwelling and deal with the issue.

  But he couldn’t do anything that might distract Anna while she was hunting.

  Perhaps a long soak in the baths would help take his mind off his Kyrsu for a time.

  ***

  Sometime later, in the seclusion of one of the smaller private bathing pools, Obsidian stripped and descended into the water, allowing the current to tug him in the direction of one of the carved sitting alcoves.

  The water was too warm to help cool his blood. Narrowing his eyes, he called on his shadow magic and soon that chilling power helped to cool the water. Leaning back, he closed his eyes and sighed.

  The bath might have been more enjoyable if Anna had been here with him, but it was still nice. And he was weary. His eyelids grew heavy as he drifted closer to sleep.

  Chapter 37

  There had been any number of what the fuck moments in the last few months. But if Anna ever wrote up the long overdue report, fishing for alien octopus with a gargoyle and mermaid—fine, they called themselves sirens—was likely to raise a few eyebrows.

  “For the record,” Anna shouted to be heard over the thunder of the waves as they skimmed above the white peaks. “This kinda sucks.”

  Truth laughed. “It does, doesn’t it?”

  They had already made over two dozen such dives, and Anna was growing weary. It was hard work. The gargoyles flew along the cliffs, within a few feet of the water while the sirens located where on the cliff wall the octopus-like creature was holed up.

  A siren could only sense where the creatures lived, she couldn’t get close enough to the razor-sharp rocks to pluck the octopus off the cliff base. That’s where the gargoyles came in.

  Once a siren located their target prey, a gargoyle would dive in just seconds before a wave hit and use their talons to cling to the cliff face as the water began to recede. While they clung to the wall, they’d snatched up as many of the octopuses as they could and then climbed higher before flying to safety ahead of the next massive, bone-jarring wave.

  Anna’s first attempt hadn’t been successful. She wasn’t so foolish to do that again. She would likely sport the bruises tomorrow after being slammed against the cliff. Luck had been with her, though, since those first waves had been small.

  If it had been a more significant wave, like the ones rolling in now, she might have gotten pulled out to sea by the riptide.

>   Gargoyles were surprisingly strong swimmers, able to use their wings something like a penguin. It had been fun at first, but now that the currents were getting stronger, it was just plain old work.

  Thankfully they were almost done, Truth claiming the group had gathered enough to satisfy both dryads and sirens.

  “We just need to do three more dives each.” Truth said, echoing her thoughts. He sounded as weary as she felt.

  “Thank God. If the elders and mentors wanted to fast-track the novices and journeymen’s stamina training, just assign them this on a daily basis.”

  Truth snorted again. “The dryads would grow fat and the octopuses would swiftly become over hunted.”

  Below them, a head and shoulders broke the surface as one of the sirens called out two more locations.

  “I think they are more demanding than our mentors. Or a dryad mate, for that matter,” Truth said after the siren had ducked back under. “It’s lucky we’re not cross-fertile with them. We’d be enslaved for sure.”

  Truth’s humorous quip was pleasantly diverting, but Anna had another dive to time perfectly.

  Studying the waves as they rolled toward the cliff, Anna picked out the biggest one—the one she’d ride to the cliff.

  One…two…now. She tucked her wings and dived, arrowing into the wave. Her momentum carried her forward as she skimmed just below the surface, her wings stretched wide to stabilize her, and her tail acting as a rudder. The wave moved her toward the cliff.

  Seconds before impact with the rocky cliff, she reared upright, her upper body coming out of the water a moment before the wave hit the cliff.

  The weight of the wave against her back was brutal, but her gargoyle body was designed to absorb punishment.

  Reaching blindly in the white surf, her talons found hand and foot holds just in time. A moment later, the wave receded, dropping away from the rocky cliff base.

  Anna spotted one of the octopus-like creatures, a sizeable ten-armed beast almost as big as her upper body.

  She was reaching to grab it when her link to Obsidian flared wildly and then opened a strong connection between them. She was still clinging to a cliff wall, angry surf crashing some distance below, but she was also, impossibly, back on the island in one of the private pools, seeing and feeling what Obsidian felt.

  Oh, my God!

  He had a woman under him, his body draped over her, dwarfing her smaller form in the cage of his arms. His jaws were locked around the back of her neck as his hips jerked against her.

  “I’ve been busting my ass all day, and you’re getting your rocks off. Get out of my head!”

  “Anna?”

  His reply came startled and strained. He was likely as surprised as her by the unexpected link.

  She didn’t care. “Get out of my head before you kill me you jackass.”

  The vision of the bathing pool faded.

  Anna heard Truth shouting at her a second before another massive wave slammed her into the cliff with rib-cracking force. A few short seconds of the ocean’s roar in her ears and then the white water was receding, taking her with it. She scrambled for handholds, anything she could use to prevent herself from being dragged deeper, but her talons only brushed against the slick surface a couple times before the churning water spun her in a circle and the riptide snatched her up.

  Maybe twenty feet from the cliff, the current slammed her against another pile of rock, likely fallen from the cliff above some time ago, her mind noted in the odd way it did when time slowed, and death danced nearer.

  She was dragged along for a few feet more, then she smashed into a sharp projection of rock. Red agony bloomed along her back and right wing. The current bumped her against rock again, jarring precious air from her lungs.

  Clamping her muzzle and pinching her nostrils tightly closed, she fought the blinding pain and the ocean’s currents. But with her one wing out of commission, she couldn’t glide through the water even if she broke free of the riptide in the narrow channel she found herself in.

  “Anna,” Obsidian screamed into her mind, “shift to stone. You can’t drown in that form. I’ll be there momentarily and will drag you through a portal to safety.”

  In her mind, she could see what he planned to do.

  The thought of Obsidian using magic to pull her to his side—to the very pool he and the unknown female had been screwing each other’s brains out in—sparked rage deep in her soul.

  The hot emotion gave her strength, fueling her weary muscles and when the current slammed her into the next piece of cliff, she used her powerful thigh muscles to push off. Swimming for all she was worth, she broke free of the current. With each mighty kick, she drove herself closer to the surface.

  Her wing was still a sharp agony as bone grated on bone, but she used that to further fuel her rage and to fight for the surface.

  There was no way she was going to let Obsidian come play hero, not after he’d been the reason for the distraction in the first place.

  Above her, the sunlight reflected off the surface, bright and beautiful, but at the edge of her vision gray was creeping in. She fought on, forcing her weary limbs to kick and thrash. Her lungs burned, a spasm seized them, and she choked on water.

  She wasn’t going to make it.

  She had to make it.

  The damned ocean wasn’t going to be the death of her. She still had the blood witch to kill and a score to settle with the Battle Goddess.

  “Anna! Don’t make me command you!” Obsidian was still in her head. The bastard. And he was moments away from taking the choice away from her.

  “Fuck you, Obsidian.” Her vision narrowing further, she struggled closer to the surface.

  Then a pale green, long-fingered hand wrapped around her wrist. The grip was surprisingly firm. Then with a near-violent tug, she was rocketing towards the surface.

  The siren arched out of the water, breaching like a whale.

  Anna popped up more like a buoy in rough seas, bouncing and bobbing as she coughed and retched on the air, her lungs burning anew as they relearned how to process air. A dark shadow appeared directly over her head and then Truth was grasping her shoulders with his hind feet. The talons dug in hard enough to draw blood, but she was too cold and exhausted to feel much in the way of pain.

  She was too heavy, or maybe it was the raging seas which caught at her wings and created too much drag for him to haul her out of the water, but he managed to keep her head above the ocean waves and the siren returned, grasping Anna’s hands and helping Truth drag her dead weight to shore.

  “Anna,” Obsidian shouted into her mind. “I’m bringing healers.”

  “I’d hate to inconvenience you. Maybe just send the healer.”

  Her words reverberated down the link, and she felt Obsidian jerk like she’d slapped him. Good. The stupid jackass deserved to feel a little guilt and remorse for almost killing his own damned Kyrsu while he was screwing the brains out of some female.

  “There was no female.”

  “You don’t need to lie. I saw. Now shut up and just get one of the damn healers here. My wing is killing me.”

  By the time Truth and the siren had her nearly to shore, Anna could already sense the gathering of shadow magic along the beach. There was something else mixed in with it. The chill of spirit magic. Sand blew in all directions as the power swirled and trailed up higher into the air.

  Lances of silvery-blue magic sparkled between the dark shards of shadow. A disc-shaped portal opened a window between two locations.

  Obsidian bolted through before it was fully formed. Seconds later, two healers raced after him.

  The three newcomers ran into the surf and grabbed Anna from Truth and the siren.

  “Give me a minute to thank them. They just saved my life.”

  “You can thank them later,” Obsidian shouted as he hovered in front of her. “I’ve never been so frightened in my life.”

  “Yes, you have. So, get out of the way and let the he
alers do their thing.”

  Obsidian obeyed, for once. But he paced and snarled softly every time one of the healers poked too deeply and made her flinch.

  “It’s your fault, so stop growling at the poor healers.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” His mind voice was full of anguish. “I did not mean to fall asleep.”

  “Fall asleep?”

  “Yes.” He blinked at her for a moment in understanding. “It was a dream. You didn’t know that?”

  “No.”

  “Ah.” He paused, tilting his head and looking at her strangely. “But didn’t you recognize…?”

  She blinked up at him while the healers worked. Recognize what? It had all happened so fast. She tried to remember the vision. She hadn’t seen the woman from the front, hadn’t seen much at all. The strongest impressions were sensations of what he’d been doing, not who he’d been doing it with.

  “I’d conjured you in my dreams.”

  A dream? Featuring her. Oh.

  At that moment, Anna knew she’d been barking up the wrong tree.

  “But it doesn’t matter. It will never happen again.” He pushed aside the healers, much to their annoyance, and wrapped her in his arms and wings.

  There was something to be said for being held in big, strong arms after a harrowing experience.

  It wasn’t until he held her for a while that she realized the shivers racking her body weren’t all hers. He was shuddering.

  “Forgive me, Anna.”

  “Shh, it was an accident. There’s nothing to forgive.”

  The healers poked and prodded at her more, ignoring the big gargoyle like he wasn’t in their way. One healed muscles and joints will the other attended to scrapes and bruises and lacerations. The healers’ warm magic was becoming familiar to her.

  When they were finished, one of the healers gave her instructions. “If you return to human form for two days, when you shift back, your wing will be healed. But no flying for at least three days after that.”