by Anne Bishop
He glanced over his shoulder at the slope that led down into that dirt circle. His grin faded. He shuddered.
What had they used that circle for? Some kind of witches’ celebration? Some bestial rite that the males feared?
He’d thought of exploring that circle, maybe even dropping his pants and taking a squat to defile it. But when he’d reached the top of the slope, he’d hit a wall of cold air that made him certain that any male who walked through it would end up with shriveled balls and a permanently limp cock.
So he was here, at the bottom of the slope, waiting for the signal to move forward. The bloodletting would have to wait. The commanders had been very firm about that. Full psychic shields to protect themselves and controlled strikes to wear down the Jeweled Blood and drive them all to the center of the village.
However, once the little bitch-Queen was caught . . .
Something passed by him, a few yards to his left, and headed up the slope.
Immediately, he extended his psychic probe and started searching.
The answer that came back from that probe was more subtle than a thought: Nothing there.
Uncertain, he sharpened his probe. If any of the villagers managed to slip past the Hayllians surrounding this privy hole, it wasn’t going to be near him.
For just a second, he thought he felt something, touched something.
Something female. Something fiercely violent and powerful.
A cold fist settled against his lower back.
Then: Nothing there.
Shaking his head, he turned back to face the village.
When the order finally came, he moved forward eagerly.
That damn circle was making him jump at shadows, was making him feel odd things, hear odd things.
Because, for just a moment, he could have sworn he heard drums.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Jared clenched his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated on feeding his Red strength to the web.
Damn you, he thought when he felt Randolf take a hard strike. Tap the strength that’s offered. Use it.
They wouldn’t use it. He’d realized that after the first couple of minutes. The males who had decided to be the main diversion would sip the strength he was providing to maintain their protective shields, but they were draining their own Jewels to strike at the Hayllians and keep the bastards from closing in too quickly.
With his inner vision, he could see the web, its spidersilk threads now colored a strong red from his Jewel. He could see the Jewel stars flare with each strike. They were all winking, constantly flaring and dimming as the fighting continued.
Another strike.
Another.
Talon’s Sapphire Jewel star flared wildly for a moment.
Jared held his breath until it steadied.
How long could they hold out? What were Thera and Lia waiting for?
He wanted to be out there, fighting with his friends, his people.
The Silver Ring kept him chained inside the tavern.
A cold gust of wind rushed over his skin, the kind of wind that made the changing leaves sound like rattles. The kind that was always a prelude to a violent autumn storm.
Jared opened his eyes.
He was inside the tavern. He shouldn’t be able to feel the wind. He was dressed. He certainly shouldn’t be able to feel it on his skin.
Then he heard the drums.
The sound singed his blood and froze it at the same time.
These drums weren’t calling the males to the dance. These drums were calling the witches to war.
And they answered.
Through the web, he felt the temper of the fight change, felt it grow colder, more savage. Merciless.
He looked out the window, trying to focus on the point where the Hayllians at the landing place—and Krelis— would enter the village.
But he didn’t see any of those things. As the wind swept over his skin again, as his blood pounded to the rhythm of the drums, he saw the web with its bright beads. He saw a dark circle surrounding it, slowly constricting as the Hayllians advanced.
He saw another circle appear beyond the dark one. Light, dark. Silver, gold. It was all those things—and it held all the answers if he could just stay quiet enough to hear them.
He raised his hand. Reached out to touch it.
A warning shout broke his concentration and the vision disappeared.
Jared tensed when he saw Randolf retreating up the road. The Warlord didn’t even glance at the Coaches. Jared silently applauded that self-control. If they could draw the Hayllians far enough into the village, Lia still might be able to get away.
Moments later, several Hayllians appeared. One of them, a Sapphire-Jeweled Warlord, wore the badge of a Master of the Guard.
Krelis looked around, then focused on the tavern, as if he could see, or at least sense, Jared standing inside. He smiled and gestured lazily.
Three Hayllian guards headed for the tavern.
The Coach door burst open.
Lia dodged the Hayllians’ grabbing hands and raced up the street.
“Lia, no!” Jared shouted. Desperate to protect her, he used Craft to blast the tavern door open.
That startled the Hayllians enough to buy her a couple of seconds.
“Lia!” Jared shouted.
“Go after her!” Krelis roared.
Before any of them could move, a bolt of Sapphire power hit Lia in the belly. Her body burst, spraying blood and guts over the street. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she flew backward.
Jared reached her first. He forgot the Hayllians. Forgot the web. Forgot his promise. Forgot everything but the woman lying on her back in the middle of the street.
“Lia.” Jared dropped to his knees. One of his hands hovered over her ruined body. The other gently stroked her hair.
Hearing footsteps, Jared raised his head and bared his teeth.
Krelis stood a few yards away.
Jared saw no regret in those hard gold eyes. Disappointment and anger, yes, but not regret.
“Jared,” Lia said weakly.
Dismissing Krelis, Jared gave her all his attention. “Hush, Lia,” he said softly. “Don’t try to talk.”
“Jared,” she gasped. “The web. Nothing else matters but the web. Everything’s keyed to you.”
“Hush, Lia.”
Her hand flailed. Her fingers found his hair. Curled. Tightened. Yanked hard.
Jared grunted in surprise.
“Hold the web,” Lia said in a voice that had an eerie quality to it.
Jared lowered his forehead until it touched hers. It didn’t matter now. It was too late now. He wouldn’t tell her that. But now, when they only had a few moments left, he would tell her something else.
“I love you, Lia,” he whispered. “I’ll always love you.”
“Remember to say it when it counts,” she replied tartly.
Stung by her tone of voice, Jared raised his head.
And watched gray eyes change to frosty green, watched the illusion of Lia’s face disappear.
He felt something gathering, gathering. Heard a roaring.
“Mother Night,” he whispered.
The link between Garth and Brock had worked so well because Garth’s Birthright Jewel was the same as Brock’s Jewel of rank.
Like Lia’s and Thera’s.
Now he understood the tartness in Lia’s psychic scent when he’d kissed her, why she and Thera had stayed so close to each other, why Lia had tried to avoid physical contact as much as possible.
Thera had linked their psychic scents together to hide the fact that Lia . . .
The roaring grew louder.
Power gathered, gathered, gathered beneath the Red.
Everything keyed to him. Keyed to his blood.
He looked at Krelis and knew the Master of the Guard heard the roaring, too. Felt the power gathering.
He looked at Thera.
She bared her teeth in a smile t
hat was pure malice. “Checkmate.”
“Mother Night!” Jared whimpered. He threw himself on top of Thera, pressed his face against her neck, and closed his eyes.
The inner part of the web was still a strong red color, but the outer threads had faded, the power had retreated.
How much time? Jared wondered as he began sending the Red back into the web. He’d forgotten Lia’s warning about ignoring what he thought was happening and letting himself get drawn into the trap she and Thera had laid for the Hayllians, letting himself get distracted from his task.
Steady. Steady. If he flooded the web with power, he might shatter the minds it was meant to protect. But if he wasn’t in time, his carelessness would cost them the strongest.
The roaring got louder.
Almost had them all. Almost.
Louder.
Steady. Steady. There! He had Randolf. Blaed. Talon!
Unleashed in one wild, raw, uncontrolled blast, Lia’s Gray strength hit his inner barriers hard enough to make him scream before it flowed around him and the psychic web keyed to him.
He heard men scream.
He heard sharp cracks, like tree limbs snapping.
He heard squelchy sounds, like overripe melons being dropped on a hard floor.
With his inner vision, he saw the web glowing bright red in the eye of a violent gray storm. He saw the dark circle of Hayllian minds flare and flare and flare until it shattered. He saw that other circle change to solid Gray.
Gasping, he poured more strength into the web.
A circle of Gray to contain the storm of power. When the unleashed Gray hit that Gray wall, the backlash would be as bad as the initial strike.
The thought had barely formed when the backlash hit him. He held on, drawing everything he could out of his Red Jewels.
It would return to its source. Whatever wasn’t absorbed as it roared through the Hayllians’ minds and crashed against their Jewels would return to its source.
Hell’s fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful! Did Lia know enough to shield herself? She would be as vulnerable to the backlash as the rest of them.
The ground shook.
Wind howled through the streets of Ranon’s Wood.
Lightning tore the sky apart.
He felt the land embrace the power of a Queen that was being fed into it as what was left of the Gray flooded back to its source.
And then he felt the silence.
Thera punched his shoulder weakly. “Getoff me. I can’t breathe.”
Jared’s head jerked. What had he been thinking of, lying on her like that? He rolled off her but immediately reached for her belly.
Nothing to do for her. Even a Healer as good as Reyna had been couldn’t have helped her.
Groaning, Thera sat up. She looked over his shoulder. What color there had been in her face fled.
“Mother Night,” she gasped before she got to her hands and knees, crawled a couple of feet away from him, and became violently sick.
Jared twisted around to see what had frightened her.
He recognized the badge worn by a Master of the Guard.
That was all he recognized.
Too numb to look away, he stared at the torn, pulped mess.
It would have been all of them. Without the web protecting everyone connected to it . . .
He shook his head, breaking the trance.
He wouldn’t think of it. Couldn’t think of it.
Thera’s continued retching brought him back to the immediate.
He crawled to her, slipping in the trail of intestines.
Gathering up the hair that had escaped the loose braid, he put one hand on her forehead to support her, closed his eyes, and tried with all sincerity to convince his stomach to stay put.
Then he frowned. How could she be retching when chunks of her stomach were strewn all over the road?
Thera finally sat back on her heels. “Shit,” she said weakly, “it smells.”
She fumbled with the torn tunic, trying to widen the tear. “Help me get it off. It smells.”
“Thera . . .”
“Help!”
Swearing under his breath, Jared ripped the tunic in half.
Thera immediately swiped at the remaining guts and started tearing at the gauzy material wrapped around her middle.
Jared stared for a moment. He pushed her hands away and ripped the material. Tossing the gauze aside, he gingerly wiped her belly with a piece of her tunic.
No shattered bones. No torn flesh.
Jared leaned back. His hands curled into fists. “You sneaky little—You tricked us!”
“I tricked them,” Thera snapped. “You were supposed to ignore it.”
“I was supposed to ignore it?” Jared said mildly as anger started to heat his blood.
She eyed him. Grabbing the tunic, she scrubbed at her belly. “We figured you were going to be a little upset about this,” she muttered.
Even his teeth felt hot. “Upset? I thought I saw Lia get ripped apart right in front of me, and you figured I’d be a little upset?” He paused. Thought. Exploded. “YOU IDIOT! Do you realize how lucky you were that whoever unleashed that Jewel didn’t go for your heart or your brain?” He shook her hard enough to make her squeal. “You could have been killed! Who—”
She didn’t have to answer.
Talon strode down the street, stepping over Hayllian bodies, kicking pieces out of his way.
Did Talon even see them? Jared wondered as he leaped up to intercept the furious Warlord Prince.
“Damn you, Lia, I did as you asked!” Talon roared. “A strike to the belly. Not even a fast, clean kill, but a strike to the belly!” His eyes filled with tears. “Damn you for cutting out my heart, I did as you asked!”
Jared grabbed Talon’s shoulders. “It was a trick, Talon. This is Thera, and she’s all right. It was a trick.”
Talon made a slashing gesture with his hand. “Then what’s all that spewed in the street?”
“Pig guts,” Thera muttered, scrubbing harder.
They stared at her.
She cringed.
Maybe it was mean-spirited, but after the scare she’d given him, Jared relished being able to intimidate her.
“Pig guts?” Talon said in disbelief.
“Pig guts,” Jared said, nodding slowly. “When they butchered the pigs yesterday morning, our little Black Widow toddled away with two large buckets of offal.” He smiled at Thera.
She whimpered.
Talon’s soft snarl grew to a roar. “I should take you over my knee and wallop some consideration into you!”
“Once the Hayllians surrounded the village, this was the only way we could win the fight,” Thera said with a bit of her normal fire.
“You could have told us,” Jared snarled.
“You would have yelled at us, and we didn’t have time for that.”
He and Talon did more than yell. With their arms locked around each other, Jared wasn’t sure if he was holding Talon back or if Talon was holding him.
“Why are you blaming just me?” Thera wailed. “I saw the warnings in the tangled web, but I’m not the only one who planned this.”
That stopped them cold.
“Lia,” Jared said softly. Releasing Talon, he turned in a slow circle and finally looked, really looked at what a Gray-Jeweled Queen could do.
“She mustn’t see this,” Talon said grimly. “She hasn’t had time to become comfortable with the power she carries inside her now. This could cripple her. Someday she’ll have to unleash the Gray again, and if she won’t because of this, it could cost Dena Nehele dearly.”
Jared turned back to Thera and saw the exhaustion and how hard she was holding on to some emotional control. “Where?” he asked quietly.
“The dance ring,” Thera said wearily. “She’s in the dance ring. We put a cold spell around it when we went for a walk the other day so that no one would want to go into it.”
Jared ran.
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He saw his uncle Yarek and Thayne and a few other villagers come out of the buildings and look around, dazed.
He heard Blaed shouting Thera’s name.
He heard someone running behind him and knew it was Talon.
Please, he thought as he ran. Sweet Darkness, please don’t let her walk out of the dance ring and see this.
He leaped over a body and ran up the slope. He hit a wall of air cold enough to make his breath hitch, but it vanished as soon as he went through it.
Reaching the crest, he skidded to a stop.
Talon joined him, breathing hard.
Lia sat near the center of the ring, her legs spread wide, her hands clutching her chest.
“Lia,” Jared breathed.
He rushed down to the dance ring and dropped to his knees between her legs. “Lia?” Cautiously, he reached out to touch her but didn’t quite dare. “Lia?”
Her blank eyes stared at him.
Talon went down on one knee beside her.
Lia blinked. Blinked again.
Hesitantly, Jared rested his hand on her thigh. “Lia?”
“It knocked me down,” she said, pouting.
She sounded like a little girl whose best friend had snatched her favorite toy.
“It knocked me down,” she said again. She lowered her hands.
Jared looked at the Gray Jewel smeared with blood. His blood. That’s how she had keyed her Gray power to recognize the psychic web and not destroy everyone connected to it.
And the Blood shall sing to the Blood—and through the blood. Thank the Darkness.
“It’s mine,” she pouted. “It shouldn’t knock me down.”
“It was the backlash, sweetheart,” Talon said gently.
“Oh.”
*Did it damage her?* Jared asked on a spear thread.
Talon hesitated, then shook his head. *I think she’s just dazed. Even with a Gray shield around her, she must have taken a vicious hit.*
Humming softly, Lia caressed the Jewel.
Jared could almost feel her fingers sliding over his skin.
When she looked up again, her eyes were no longer blank.
“Your men?” she asked Talon.
He turned his head toward the village, his attention focused inward. After a moment, he said, “A couple of them were injured, but not seriously.”
“Your people?” she asked Jared.
