by C. J. Pinard
By
C.J. Pinard
Copyright 2018 ©C.J. Pinard
Copyright 2018 ©Pinard House Publishing
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Cover design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design
Copyediting: Amabel Daniels
DEDICATION
This is for anyone who feels the magic inside of them has died. It’s not dead, you just have to know how to ignite its spark.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is book 4 in The Ayla St. John Chronicles. As this is part of an ongoing series, you must read The Lunar Secret (book 3) before reading this book. You can download it here. If you already have, well then, by all means, don’t let me keep you! Happy reading! ~C.J.
THE AYLA ST. JOHN CHRONICLES
The Lunar Effect
The Lunar Curse
The Lunar Secret
The Lunar Magic
The Lunar Promise (Coming Soon)
“The moon is safe; its magic protects me. It’s the sun I fear.” ~Anonymous
Chapter 1
When my eyes were squeezed shut, I could pretend that the world around me didn’t exist. When my mouth made loud humming noises, it meant my ears couldn’t hear what sounds and words were being said around me. When both of those were combined, that meant it would be impossible for my brain to process anything those two senses wanted to process… and without sight or hearing… what did anything matter?
You see, there was no way I could slam the palms of my hands over my ears to drown out the voice of evil that floated around me, because those hands were secured behind my back at the moment, cold metal quickly heating up to match the rage in my blood as my panic and anger grew. I couldn’t hum to comfort and calm myself, because my mouth was gaping open in a blood-curdling scream.
Those visions I’d been having… they had been pretty damn accurate. Those visions were the reason I refused to open my eyes. My captors would have to manually open them for me, because right now, my eyes would remain slammed shut, as I couldn’t face what was in front of me.
I could still feel Phil’s meaty hand on my upper arm, trying to control my actions and movements. His grip had weakened, though, because he, too, seemed shocked by the scene that greeted us as soon as the doors opened. Now, my eyes did slide open.
Linden had risen from his throne-like chair and headed toward me. He wore that same smug expression I’d seen on his face in my vision. A permanent smirk plastered on his lips as if he could be the biggest prick in the universe anytime he wanted because the world was his oyster.
What I next saw was Kellan on his knees, hands secured in front of him with some kind of medieval-looking restraint, his head down, looking at the floor. He wasn’t unconscious, and he certainly still had his head attached to his body, but he almost seemed defeated. With his eyes downcast, his body seemed like it had no fight left in it.
Without my permission, tears began to leak from my eyes and flow down my cheeks. Kellan was alive! My vision hadn’t been one hundred percent accurate, But—how long would that last? I had to do something. My misty gaze moved back to Linden, who was now standing just a few feet from me. With his platinum hair and freaky silver-colored eyes, he stood with his arms behind his back, regarding me carefully. Infuriated that I had been caught crying, I turned my attention to Linden and narrowed my eyes at him as I raised my chin.
“First off, motherfucker, you don’t get to call me a little wolf. Only one vampire gets that privilege. Secondly, you’re going to take that… whatever the hell that is… off of Kellan right now.”
Something from the corner of my eye caught my attention. Kellan’s head had snapped up when he’d heard my voice. His blue eyes were wide, and I was sure mine were the same as our gazes locked. His looked as ecstatic and laced with relief to see I was alive, but his quickly turned to rage when he saw the restraints around my wrists.
“You can break those,” he told me.
“No such luck,” I replied.
I then put my attention back to Linden, who was now speaking, I realized.
“…do nothing of the sort. He has betrayed me… lied to me. Liars and turncoats are not shown mercy in this court—”
“Court!” I cried, gesturing around the room with my chin.
“Ayla, I wouldn’t—” Phil said, his grip tightening on my upper arm.
“Oh, piss off, Doctor Phil,” I said, gazing up into his pale face and brown eyes. The harsh lights of the room were glinting off his bald head. He had a shocked look on his face. “You and I are gonna have a little talk later, by the way,” I barked. I then turned my attention back to my brother’s murderer.
Linden had the nerve to look amused as I continued. “And turncoats… really, Linden? God, you really are more annoying with your stupid words than most vampires I’ve met. Now, take off these restraints and fight me like a man, so I can kick your ass in front of your minions.”
My head snapped to the left so fast I hadn’t even seen his hand come up. My cheek stung something fierce, and I could feel hot liquid drip down my cheek.
I heard Phil and Maurice grunt beside me, and it definitely sounded like shock and annoyance rather than snorts of approval.
“Filthy foul-mouthed little wolf!” Linden said, low and scary under his breath.
“He’s gonna die for that,” Kellan said.
“Get in line.” I let out an audible growl.
I continued to lock gazes with him. I was vibrating with rage. “Hitting women now? Wow, you’re such a man, aren’t you? Uncuff me so we can settle this.”
“I don’t hit women, but I have no problem punishing wolves who kill vampires. But you know that all too well, don’t you?”
Without even thinking, I did the most unladylike thing I have ever done in my life: I pulled up all the saliva I had in my throat and let it fly onto his smug and ugly face. “Fuck you.”
He didn’t bother to wipe it off before grabbing me by the throat and hoisting me in the air, much the way I had done to Alexander in that clearing in the park. Being that I had no use of my hands, I couldn’t even claw at his to try to pry them off.
“No, don’t!” Kellan shouted.
From the corner of my eye I could see him try to blitz over to me, but the metal contraption binding his wrists was also tethered to the floor, and he couldn’t move.
“I could choke her, but you know she won’t really die,” Linden said, amusement in his voice as he looked at my love with cruelty in his freaky eyes. He squeezed tighter. “Let’s see how many shades of blue she can turn before she blacks out, shall we?”
“Stop it, Linden. Now. You will pay for this if you hurt her further,” Kellan said in a low, frightening tone.
I could appreciate his chivalry, but he seemed to be in just as much of a position to bargain as I was.
“I love you,” I said before the darkness pulled me under.
“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned as I opened my eyes to find myself in the trunk of a car—yet again. I reached up to put my hand to my throat and realized I could, but that
I was still wearing restraints. Only, they were secured in front of me now.
“Shhh, love.”
I was so startled by Kellan’s voice and his cool breath on the back of my neck, I hit my head on the underside of the trunk lid. “Ow!”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I rolled over and faced him. In the dark, I could still make out his face through the cracks of light coming in through gaps in the lid. I scooted forward, and my eyes fluttered closed as I pressed my lips on his in a light kiss. I opened my eyes. “Oh, my God. I’m so happy you’re still alive.” I looped my bound wrists around his neck. “What in the hell is happening, Kellan?”
He looked up at the trunk lid, then back to me. “You passed out after he choked you. I was dragged from the court and into this car. They tossed you inside shortly after. The problem is…” Kellan looked worried. I had never seen such distress in his features before.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Those chinks of light coming in through the lid aren’t streetlamps, they’re sunlight. It’s daytime.”
I glanced over my shoulder and realized he was right. The light was warm. “We are safe in here for now. If that asshole wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now. Do you know where they’re taking us?”
“No,” he replied, still looking distressed. “I just hope if it’s still daytime when we get there, they park this car someplace like a garage.”
“I…” Not sure where to even begin with the questions, I took a deep breath and began with the easiest. “Kellan, does Linden know who I am? I mean, aside from being a hunter for hire?”
He looked into my eyes. “No. He only knows you’re a powerful vampire-hunting hybrid. He knows you have a heart of vengeance, he just doesn’t know why.”
“Hmm,” I murmured, wondering how I could use it against him.
“I’m sorry I put you in this mess,” Kellan replied softly, putting both his hands to my face. He still had the odd restraint around his wrists.
My gaze flicked down to it. “What in the hell is that?”
He looked down at them, and then back to me. “They’re dungeon locks. Used during the Middle Ages.”
I furrowed my brow. “He have something against regular ol’ modern handcuffs?”
Kellan chuckled, but it seemed void of any humor. “I’m sure he knows we can break those. These, I’m quite sure, must be enchanted or something. I cannot break them.”
“Well, they’re hideous,” I said. “Very barbaric. They’re cutting into your skin.”
“They are, but that is the least of my worries. What of your restraints, can you not break free of them?” he asked, staring down at my hands.
I pulled against them. “No, I tried. They also must be… enchanted, as you say. Linden have witches working for him?”
His beautiful lips lifted in a smile. “Did you miss the part of my story about how he’s half-witch?”
“Shit. That’s right.”
“Where is your dagger?” he asked.
My eyes went wide. “I still have it.” I reached down to my thigh and felt it in its strap.
Kellan scooted back enough so he could look down my body. “It’s not there, love.”
My lips twitched. “It is. Linden’s not the only one with a witch up his sleeve. It’s been charmed so vampires can’t see it.”
“Clever,” he replied, grinning.
The brakes of the car squeaked slightly, and the vehicle came to a stop. The engine was turned off and we heard two sets of footsteps coming around to the back of the car. When the trunk lid began to lift, I unlooped my arms from around his neck and threw my body on top of Kellan’s in case of the sun. I was lying flat on top of him, our bodies pressed face to face. I now had my arms over my head, shielding his head and face as well. Even in a time of stress and crisis, I was still a bit aroused being on top of him like this.
“If I needed to breathe, I would surely suffocate,” he whispered at me, but it was a bit wheezy and labored.
I was about to reply about how he sure sounded like he needed to breathe, when I heard a voice.
“Up and out,” came the gruff command. I felt hands on my body, lifting me, and I screamed and kicked. “No!”
I turned my head to see that it was, in fact, daytime, but no direct sunlight was shining down on us.
Chapter 2
As I was hoisted out of the car and set on my feet, Maurice gripped my upper arm tightly. Maurice was a vampire, so I was momentarily confused about the daylight thing until I saw that we were parked under some kind of valet carport in front of the Vlasé’s mansion on the outskirts of Denver. The one I recognized as the place where I’d had my very first and very sexy encounter with my current vampire boyfriend.
Kellan was soon on his feet next to me, and I gave him a relieved look.
He looked at me with concern in his sky-blue eyes and then I watched as his gaze flicked down to my thigh and then back to my face. I gave him a slight, knowing nod. Sure, I could whip out the dagger right now since I was handcuffed in the front, but I wouldn’t be very skilled with it. I needed both hands free to fight effectively and to inflict mortal harm. Not to mention, between Maurice, Phil, and whomever the human was who’d been driving the car, there was no way I could defeat them all.
Not that I wanted to, if I was being honest.
My brief, but pleasant encounter with Maurice and Phil that night in the back of Kellan’s SUV was still burned into my brain. I liked to think I was a pretty good judge of character, and something deep down in the recesses of my mind, and even my heart, told me that these two weren’t bad seeds. That they were doing what they were doing to Kellan and me because they didn’t have a choice. The way Phil had told me to just be quiet and comply earlier, combined with the almost desperate look in his eyes, told me he wasn’t completely onboard with what he had been ordered to do.
It was for this reason that I was compliant and willing to let Maurice march me into the grand hall of the mansion. It was as I remembered it: marble floors, ornate sparkling chandelier, spiral staircase, thick white molding on the walls, marble columns, and a ridiculously decorated ceiling. Although it had nothing on the one at Kellan’s house.
“Your ceiling is, like, way more badass than this one,” I said.
Kellan shot me an incredulous look, then looked forward again. “We could be marching to our deaths and you’re concerned with the décor?”
“Not at all, but I’m the master of deflection. Think happy thoughts like me, my love,” I said back.
“You shouldn’t be thinking about anything but that dagger on your sexy thigh and how you’re going to kill Maurice and Phil when you get a chance,” he replied, and there was an anger and hurt tone to his voice I hadn’t ever heard before.
I stared straight ahead as we were marched through the kitchen. A large door I would assume was a pantry was in front of us, and when Phil opened it, the other side was in darkness. However, with my eyesight, I could see there was a staircase leading down into a black void.
Knowing I had little other choice, I took each step down, my boots clomping on each stone stair in the otherwise silence that surrounded us.
“Just FYI, I’m not killing Maurice or Phil,” I said as I climbed down the stairs, concentrating on not losing my balance since I was still handcuffed.
Kellan said from behind me. “I will never understand you, Ayla St. John. I would have thought those two would have moved to the top of your Most Wanted list.”
I snorted, but unfortunately, it was out loud, and Maurice’s hand gripped tighter on my arm. “Something funny, blondie?” he asked.
I shook my head and fake sniffled. “Nah, just allergies. You know, seems kinda dusty down here…”
His jaw bunched in annoyance, but he pushed me forward, as we had reached the bottom of the staircase.
The room was in darkness. It smelled musty, but I also could detect faint traces of blood with my sensitive nose. It was very
cool in here, too, a drafty breeze skating over my skin. There weren’t many sounds I could hear, except my own heartbeat and Kellan’s thoughts—when he chose to direct them at me. I made mental notes of all of these things as we were led through a large room that I could faintly see was barren. Rough concrete floors stretched out before me.
“You guys have something against light bulbs, or what? Or maybe carry a goddamn flashlight on you?” I said to break the silence. “I’d probably settle for a candle, or hell, even one of those stinky-ass kerosene lamps at this point. It’s pitch-freaking-dark down here,” I rambled on, trying to get a rise out of my captors, or hell, anyone who would answer.
“I thought I told you to shut up,” came Phil’s hushed, but annoyed voice as he walked ahead of us.
“I’m gonna kick your ass when I get out of here, Spike. I hope you know that,” I said, turning to look behind me at Phil.
I thought I heard a chuckle or scoffing noise coming from him, but I couldn’t be sure, before Phil murmured, “And I’ll probably let you.”
I could barely see in this place, but I could make out shapes and silhouettes with my enhanced eyesight. Maurice turned and led us down a hallway. The walls were rough and stone-like, but thankfully the hallway wasn’t very long. A small splice of light shone the very end, and I was curious to see what the source of that light was.
The hall opened up into a large, circular chamber. There were jail cells set along the walls, and in the center was a large desk with four computer monitors around it. Two of the monitors showed what was going on in the underground chamber, one monitor showed what was happening in the grand foyer of the house above us, and the fourth was pointed toward the vast green lawns behind the mansion, where I could see that nighttime was beginning to descend.
“Inside you go,” Maurice said, shoving me in the back just before slamming the cell door shut. He pulled some keys from the pocket of his dress slacks to lock the door, which was made of simple iron bars set far apart so I was able to see what was going on.
