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by Chelsea Fine

  Avow

  ( The Archers of Avalon - 3 )

  Chelsea Fine

  Scarlet remembers. Everything. Her past lives, Tristan, Gabriel, Nate: she remembers it all--including how to get to the Fountain of Youth. But time is running out.

  Heather and Gabriel have been kidnapped by Raven, while the curse that has plagued Scarlet and Tristan for centuries has shifted, putting the star-crossed lovers in more danger than ever before. Water from the Fountain of Youth is the only thing that can save Scarlet and her loved ones. But the water comes at a price.

  With lives--and hearts--at stake, Scarlet leads her friends on a dangerous journey to the Fountain of Youth. Where eternal life is possible, but death is certain.

  By Chelsea Fine

  Copyright © 2012 by Chelsea Fine. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any methods, photocopying, scanning, electronic or otherwise, except as permitted by notation in the volume or under Sections 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  www.TheArchersofAvalon.com

  www.ChelseaFineBooks.com

  Published by

  Firefall Publishing

  Phoenix, AZ

  Cover photo by Ashley Bugg with Bugg Photographer LLC

  Cover design by Chelsea Fine

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  Also by Chelsea Fine

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  To my grandparents, Johnny and Milly. Your unconditional love and encouragement is the reason.

  CHAPTER 1

  Scarlet had her memories back, which meant two things.

  She knew where the Fountain of Youth was.

  And she was mad at Tristan.

  Still clutching a bloodstained knife in her hand, she marched through the graveyard and glanced over her shoulder at the green-eyed boy she’d loved for centuries. “By the way, you suck.”

  “Excuse me?” Tristan said.

  She turned to face him. “I can’t believe you tried to kill yourself.”

  “I was trying to keep you alive.”

  “Agh. Spare me your sacrificial agenda.” Another memory hit her and her veins heated. “And you let me wander around with amnesia for two years?” He opened his mouth, but Scarlet cut him off. “And then you let me date Gabriel? What the hell, Tristan?”

  A muscle flexed in his jaw. “First of all, I was supposed to die. So I didn’t think intervening in your love life was any of my business. Gabriel made you feel happy and safe and I wasn’t about to screw that up. And second,” he raised his voice over her protests, “the reason I didn’t ‘meet’ you for two years was because I didn’t think I’d be able to follow through with killing myself if you and I were, you know…pals.” His eyes glinted in the moonlight.

  Scowling, she said, “Well that was selfish of you.”

  “You think I was selfish?” he said. “You’re the one who shut everyone out. You’re the one who kept secrets and stole stuff and ran away—”

  “I had to run away,” she snapped.

  His voice rumbled in anger. “Did you have to die too?”

  “I wasn’t trying to die.”

  “But you did,” he said coldly.

  They stared at each other for a moment. Because of her connection to him, Scarlet could feel the hurt and fear pulsing through his veins at the memory of her last life. But she could also feel the love heating his core as his eyes traced over her in the darkness. And it was the love—that undying fire that blazed in him and burned through her—that had her lost for words as she looked at him.

  He was beautiful. Even standing in a graveyard, covered in dirt and blood, he was striking. His dark hair fell wild around his face and his green eyes shone in the moonlight.

  A shiver of desire ran through him—or was it her?—and Scarlet clenched the knife in her hand so she wouldn't do something stupid. Like crush her mouth to his and claw at his clothes until there was nothing between them but heat and skin. But that would, of course, lead to death.

  Everything always led to death.

  Tristan shifted his weight as he scanned her face. “What happened in your last life, Scar? What are you hiding? And what did you mean when you said there were ‘dangerous things ahead of us’?”

  Her chest tightened at his questions, none of which she knew how to answer, as millions of Avalon stars winked at them from above, reminding her of a time when she and Tristan spent their days in the trees and everything was fair; everything was simple.

  Nothing was simple anymore.

  Tristan tilted his head and repeated, “What are you hiding, Scar?”

  She could feel his heartbeat echoing inside her soul, powerful and constant, as his emotions swam into her.

  Patience. Love. Worry.

  Could she tell him the truth about the fountain? The whole truth? The truth that would undo any hope they had of a happy ending?

  She opened her mouth—

  “Holy crap! Did you guys see that?” Nate jogged up to them with a knife in his hand, a grin on his face, and a trickle of blood running down his neck. “I totally kicked Ashman ass over there! I was all like hi-yah and you wanna piece of me? I was a super slayer! Buffy’s got nothing on me.”

  Scarlet shut her mouth and shifted away from Tristan’s searching eyes as Nate continued.

  “It was life and death out there, guys. Life and death. They just kept coming at me and I just kept putting them down.” Nate took a moment to catch his breath. “I mean, sure, I screamed like a girl a few times and accidently stabbed myself at the beginning, but still. I feel amazing! For the first time in five hundred years I feel alive.”

  Moving his gaze away from Scarlet, Tristan eyed Nate’s neck. “You’re bleeding.”

  Nate touched his wound and drew back bloody fingers. “I’m bleeding. Ha! I have a battle wound. Oh, this is so awesome.” Tucking his knife into his waistband with a smile, he looked around. “Where’s everyone else?”

  Scarlet’s stomach churned as reality whooshed in and slapped her in the face. The last few hours of the night played through her mind like a horror movie as she remembered all that had transpired and her heart began to race.

  “Raven kidnapped Heather.” Saying it out loud had emotion crawling up Scarlet’s throat. She needed to save Heather. She needed to stop Raven. She needed her heart to stop pounding so she could think clearly.

  Nate’s face fell. “What?”

  Scarlet summed up the evening’s events in one breath. “Raven is actually Clare—Heather’s boss at the coffee shop—not Laura. Laura was working for her, but Raven killed her and dumped her body in a grave—”

  Ohmygoodness. Laura was really dead.

  The pounding stopped and Scarlet’s body went cold.

  My guardian is dead.

  There was a sudden hollowness inside Scarlet she wasn’t sure how to respond to. It wasn’t painful; not really. But it was tight and had her eyes stinging in the cold wind.

  Laura was dead. What did that mean? Did it mean sadness? Loss? Did it mean anything at all? And why was her chest hurting so much?

  Concerned green eyes roved over her features, making Scarlet feel safe enough to cry, which she refused to do.

  She swallowed back the tightness and cleared her throat, focusing on the situation at hand. “Then Raven had an Ashman kick the crap out of me so she could kidnap Heather and hold her ransom for the map to the fountain. And then the life-force between Tristan and I shifted. So I can still feel his emotions, but he can’t feel mine anymore.”

  Thank God.

  If Tristan were still able to sense he
r, he’d know she was confused and scared and panicked about Heather. And the fountain. And the truth.

  A sick feeling swirled inside her gut.

  “And because the life-force shifted, Scarlet now has her memories back,” Tristan added, sliding his eyes to her.

  Nate blinked. “What? I go slaying for ten minutes and I miss everything—wait.” His eyes shot to Scarlet and widened. “Does that mean you know where the fountain is?”

  Scarlet hesitated.

  It was decision time.

  No truth? The whole truth? A vague truth?

  “Yes,” she said, going with vague. It was always safer to start vague. “But we need to rescue Heather before we do anything else.”

  Her heart started to hammer at the thought of her happy friend being held hostage by a vengeful witch with a drug problem. So many things could go wrong.

  So many things already had.

  Nate nodded. “Did you see which direction Raven took her?”

  Looking around the cemetery, Scarlet shook her head and let out a groan of frustration as guilt swamped her soul. “This is all my fault. I should have stayed by Heather’s side. I should have protected her.”

  Tristan scanned the premises. His coat was sliced open in several places and dark splotches of blood slowly seeped through the shredded fabric of the black T-shirt he wore beneath.

  His immortal body wasn’t healing like it should, which meant his wounds had been inflicted with Bluestone weapons.

  Not good.

  “Dude.” Nate caught sight of Tristan’s injuries. “Are you okay?”

  Tristan looked down at his stained clothes and shrugged as if the slashes in his skin were more of a nuisance than anything else. “I’m fine. The cuts are shallow. Where’s Gabriel?”

  Scarlet furrowed her brow. “He came with me to the coffee shop, but he was gone when I came out. He wasn’t with you guys?”

  They shook their heads and worry crept through Scarlet’s veins.

  “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” Tristan looked calm as he glanced around, but Scarlet could feel concern coiling inside his chest. “Why don’t you two go look for him at The Millhouse and I’ll search the rest of the graveyard.”

  Scarlet nodded.

  Good plan.

  Split up. Find Gabriel. Rescue Heather.

  And stay away from the fountain.

  Okay, that last part might be difficult since Amnesia Scarlet spilled the beans about the freaking map, but whatever. She could still throw them off. She could lie. She’d been lying for years.

  As Scarlet and Nate headed out of the cemetery, Tristan walked deeper into its shadowy depths. Distant music from the ongoing Avalon carnival drifted through the night air, making the wind sound eerily happy as it wrapped around headstones and swept through Scarlet’s hair.

  Putting her knife away, she rubbed her head where it still throbbed from the blow Raven had dealt her with the business end of a crossbow.

  One more reason to hate the crazy witch.

  Everything was so screwed up—

  A sharp pain darted up Scarlet’s body and twisted around her insides with liquid fire until she doubled over. Sinking to the ground, Scarlet clutched her chest and stomach, afraid her skin might split open and empty her insides all over the grass. She tried to suck in air, but her lungs wouldn’t work.

  Nate dropped down beside her with terror in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  The fire turned to ice and wrapped around her organs and bones, squeezing without mercy. Scarlet couldn’t help but cry out loud.

  “Tristan!” Nate called, checking her pulse before pulling at the skin beneath her eyes to check their color.

  Usually when Scarlet felt pain of any sort it was because her heart was failing. And when her heart started to fail, her eyes would glow and her nose would bleed. But this didn’t feel like heart failure.

  This felt like something else entirely.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced until the agony started to subside. Her muscles loosened, her lungs started to expand, and soon Scarlet wasn’t hurting anymore.

  Out of pain, but still very confused, she opened her eyes to find Tristan crouched beside her.

  His green eyes were glowing into the night as panic oozed from his pores. “What just happened?” He searched her face.

  Good question.

  Scarlet rubbed her chest to make sure all her insides were where they were supposed to be. Yep. Still in one piece.

  Phew.

  “She just collapsed in pain.” Nate turned his eyes from Scarlet to Tristan. “Dude. You need to calm down. Your eyes are super green.”

  Tristan rubbed a hand over his mouth, still looking at Scarlet. “It must be the transition. Maybe when the curse shifted we switched places, putting Scarlet in pain without me, just like I used to be in pain when I was without her.”

  Well crap.

  That would suck.

  “I guess that would make sense.” Nate scratched the back of his head. “Especially since her pain went away when you walked back over.”

  Scarlet stood from the ground and brushed the cemetery grass off her pants as Tristan and Nate rose to stand beside her.

  A surge of guilt rolled through Tristan and Scarlet hurried to reassure him. “I’m fine now—”

  “You’re not fine,” he snapped. “You fell to the ground in pain when I was only fifty feet away from you.”

  Yeah.

  That was weird.

  Nate pressed a finger to his lips. “If the life-force reversed your roles—”

  “Oh no.” Scarlet’s eyes widened as the possibility sank in. “If our roles have been reversed, does that mean my touch can make Tristan sick? My touch can kill him?”

  She took a step away from Tristan and felt his pounding heartbeat soften. Stepping back up to him, the pounding resumed. “Oh no. No, no—”

  “Okay. Don’t freak out.” Nate held a hand up.

  Too late.

  “His heart responds to my nearness.” Scarlet shook her head as her chest tightened in despair. “No, no, no.”

  This couldn’t be happening.

  “So it appears the curse has shifted,” Nate said calmly. “We can handle this.” He held up a calm hand to match his calm face and calm eyes as he looked at her. “All we need to do is make sure you two stay within close range of one another so you don’t writhe in pain, but far enough away so Tristan doesn’t, you know, die.” He shrugged. “Easy. We’ll just reenact the ten-foot rule between you guys.”

  Nate stared at them. Waiting.

  “What?” Tristan said.

  Nate rolled his eyes and thrust his hands in between Scarlet and Tristan, pushing their bodies away from one another. “Ten feet. There you go. Now let’s go find Gabriel so we can get our Heather rescue on. Then we can finally find the Fountain of Youth and cure everyone of this God-forsaken and completely obnoxious curse.” Turning, he headed down the street toward the Millhouse.

  Scarlet and Tristan slowly followed after him in stunned silence, Scarlet biting her lip as they walked along. She was killing Tristan with her very presence.

  She glanced at him under the yellow glow of the streetlamps above, running her eyes along his profile as he stared forward with a clenched jaw. He was fierce. He was patient. He was everything she loved.

  And he was dying.

  Divulging the truth about the Fountain of Youth was no longer an option. Tristan’s life was at stake.

  To hell with happily ever after.

  CHAPTER 2

  After being pulled into an alley by several Ashmen, Gabriel had steadily worked through his attackers until only one remained. The final Ashman charged at him, and Gabriel swung his bloodstained knife through his chest, watching as the dead creature dropped to the ground and crumbled to ash.

  Breathing heavily, Gabriel looked around the dark alley and shook his head at the numerous piles of ash at his feet.

  His life was so weird.

>   He straightened his back and pain cut through his body. The shallow cut in his right shoulder wasn’t so bad, but the deep gash just above his heart was throbbing like a mother and bleeding just as badly.

  He touched a hand to the deeper wound and grimaced.

  Stupid Bluestone weapons.

  Stretching his neck, Gabriel headed back toward the street where he could hear the distant sounds of laughter and carnival music coming from the town fair. Was there really a happy festival still going strong just around the corner? It seemed ironic.

  Let me just sheathe my zombie-killing blade and dust this dead guy ash from my hands and I’ll get right back to riding Ferris wheels and trying to win ugly teddy bears.

  He shook his head as he neared the edge of the alley. Hopefully Scarlet had found Heather and they were both still safe in the coffee shop.

  A noise behind him caught his ear and Gabriel paused, looking down the dark alleyway in anticipation of more Ashmen. He saw nothing but shadows and—

  Stabbing pain pierced his neck and his vision immediately began to swirl into darkness. He dropped the knife in his hand and felt himself collapse under suddenly weak knees.

  What the hell?

  Against the heaviness swarming into his veins, he tried to keep his eyes open as he scanned the street. Through his blurry vision, he made out a woman with dark hair in the distance walking towards him. He couldn’t make out more than that, but he watched her walk and, dammit, he knew that walk.

  Dread filled his insides as numbness overtook his body, rendering him utterly defenseless.

  The figure drew close and hovered over Gabriel’s face.

  “Hello, lover,” Raven’s blurry lips said. “Did you miss me?”

  Raising a gun-like weapon in her hand, she shot again at Gabriel’s neck and a dart of some sort hit him. Mustering all the strength he had, he yanked the dart from his throat, but his body was too heavy to fight back and the dart rolled from his numb fingers.

  His arms went numb. Then his legs. Then his whole body.