Believe: The Complete Channie Series

by Charlotte Abel

  Dad’s gaze drifted to Vince. “They’re saying you did it.”

  Vince shook his head. “I was only trying to get the focus off Josh.”

  “Josh?” Dad frowned.

  “Can we go somewhere more private?” Josh didn’t want to try to explain magic to Dad in the hall while medical types rushed in and out of Liz’s room.

  “Sure.” He led Josh and Vince into a small waiting room and locked the door behind them.

  Josh shuddered as he took in the intimate grouping of institutional furniture and strategically placed boxes of Kleenex. This must be where they brought distraught family members to give them bad news. “Vince didn’t heal Liz. I did.”

  “Is this some kind of joke?”

  “Come on, Dad. Do you really think I’d joke about something like this?”

  “So you’re what? A faith healer?” Dad slumped down onto the couch.

  Josh pushed an armchair over until it was right in front of Dad. He sat down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m a mage.”

  “A what?”

  “I can do magic.”

  Dad stared at him but his eyes were blank.

  “How else do you explain Liz’s miraculous healing?”

  Dad frowned then squeezed his eyes shut. He shook his head back and forth but didn’t say anything.

  Josh reached out and gripped Dad’s shoulder. “Dad. Look at me. I know it’s hard to believe but it’s the truth.”

  Dad shrugged Josh’s hand off and stood up. “I need to get back to Liz.”

  Vince stepped to the side, blocking the door. “Not until you hear us out.”

  Dad’s eyes flashed. He wasn’t a violent man. Josh had rarely seen him lose his temper. But it was obvious that he wasn’t going to let anyone keep him away from Liz or make him listen to ‘nonsense.’

  Vince flicked his gaze to Josh for a split second then rolled his eyes like a disgruntled teenager and cast a calming spell on Dad.

  Josh grabbed him and lowered him back to the couch then collapsed in his own chair. He was still drained from healing Liz.

  Vince sat down beside Dad. “You need to listen and keep an open mind. We don’t have a lot of time. You, Liz and Josh are in serious danger.”

  Dad snapped his head up. “What do you mean?”

  “That was no random attack. Your wife was targeted by a tracker—a mage—that’s trying to capture your son.” Vince's voice dropped on the words ‘your son.’

  “Why would anyone want to capture Josh?”

  “Because he’s my son, too.”

  Dad’s sharp intake of air demonstrated how much that comment shocked him. “You’re Vincent Veyjivik?”

  “Call me Vince. Vince Javick.”

  “He doesn’t like to use his real name.” Josh saw no reason to tell Dad that Vincent wasn’t Vince's real name either. The fewer people that knew about Vengeance Veyjivik, the better.

  “Why not?” Dad wasn’t going to make this easy. Josh could almost see the wheels of suspicion turning in Dad’s head.

  “We don’t have time for this.” The air in front of Vince's face shimmered as he released the glamour spell.

  Dad gasped. His eyes widened into circles as he jerked away from Vince. “What? How?”

  “I was cursed, the same as Liz. This is what she would have looked like had she survived without Josh healing her.”

  “This has to be a trick.”

  “Dad, think about it. Why would I want to trick you?”

  “I don’t know. But I can’t believe in magic. I just can’t.”

  “Feel my face.” Josh jutted his chin forward. “I haven’t shaved for two days.”

  “So?” Dad crossed his arms over his chest.

  “I can use magic to get rid of my stubble.”

  Dad narrowed his eyes, but he took Josh’s chin between his fingers and thumb. He tilted his head, first to one side, then the other. He ran his other hand over both Josh’s cheeks. “Okay. Do it.”

  “You might want to stand back.”

  Dad shook his head. “No. No tricks.”

  Vince unlocked the door and stepped outside.

  Josh waited for the door to click shut then focused on the tingling sensation behind his navel. He thought about his desire to be clean and shaved. An electrical charge rushed over his skin, lifting every hair on his body. He knew he looked as if he’d stuck his finger in a light socket.

  He cracked his eyelids open to sneak a peek at Dad. He was staring at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

  “At least close your mouth. This is very messy.”

  Dad snapped his mouth shut.

  Josh closed his eyes again to help him concentrate. The buzz of energy spiked as the spell exploded the dead skin cells, body oil, facial hair and sweat off his body.

  He cringed when he opened his eyes and saw the nasty film coating the window in the door.

  Dad wiped his face with the back of his hand and scowled.

  “I told you it was messy.”

  “How’d you do that?”

  “It’s a cleansing spell—”

  “Don’t mess with me, son. I’ve been through too much.” Dad circled Josh then lifted his shirt. “Where is it? You had to have used some sort of dispersion device to create the effect.”

  “I’m not messing with you!” Josh shoved his hands in his hair. “How else do you explain Liz’s miraculous healing?”

  Vince opened the door and stepped back inside, locking it again. “Maybe he needs another demonstration.”

  Before Josh realized what was happening, Vince grabbed Dad’s wrist, turned his hand over and sliced his palm with a scalpel.

  Dad cried out and jerked his hand away then stepped in front of Josh, protecting him from the crazy man with a knife. “Stay away from my son.”

  “Look at your hand. See the blood? Feel the pain?”

  “You’re crazy!”

  “I’m tired. And we have a long trip ahead of us.” Vince waved his hands around, putting on a show. “Abracadabra, alakazam, you’re healed.”

  Dad’s jaw dropped again. He was going to aggravate his TMJ problems if he didn’t stop doing that. He ran his fingers over his newly healed hand. “How?”

  “Magic.” Vince unlocked the door. “You can believe it or not, but you better believe you and your wife are in serious danger.”

  “He’s right, Dad. Promise me you’ll take Liz somewhere and disappear for awhile.”

  “How long?”

  Josh’s body sagged with relief. “Until I tell you it’s safe.”

  Josh had just unlocked his car in the hospital parking lot when his phone buzzed with a text alert. He tossed his keys to Vince. “You’re driving. I don’t text and drive.”

  “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” Vince spoke over the roof of the car then slid behind the wheel.

  Josh pulled out his phone then hopped into the passenger’s seat. He gasped when he saw the tiny photo icon of Channie attached to the “I <3 U” message. He tapped it to enlarge the photo but could barely see it through his suddenly blurry eyes.

  Vince put the car back in park and laid a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Is everything all right?”

  Josh couldn’t speak, so he nodded and shifted his phone to the left. He didn’t want to take his eyes off the screen even for the few seconds it would take to show Vince Channie’s photo. “It’s Hunter’s number. It looks like he found Channie!”

  Instead of twisting his features into what passed for a smile, Vince growled like a wild beast and tried to snatch Josh’s phone.

  Josh jerked it out of his reach and twisted to the side, shielding his phone with his body so he could return the call.

  A wave of calm, so strong it made him dizzy, washed over Josh. He slumped against the seat. “What the hell, Vince?”

  Vince plucked the phone out of Josh’s limp hand, turned it off then shook it at him. “This could be a trap.”

  Even under the effects of
a very potent be-calm spell, Josh’s stomach twisted into a knot. He hadn’t even considered that. “Do you think she’s okay?”

  Vince pulled a disposable phone out of an inner pocket of his trench coat. “Call Hunter and find out.”

  It went straight to voice mail. “Hunter, this Josh. Call me as soon as you get this message. You won’t recognize the number on caller ID. I’m using Vengeance Vey—”

  Vince snatched his phone back, slammed it shut then threw it out the window. “What is wrong with you? Don’t ever leave sensitive information on someone’s voice mail. Especially not my name!”

  “Hey. I’m not used to all this super-spy crap. Cut me some slack.”

  “Cutting you slack could get everyone you care about killed. Stop thinking with your dick and get your head in the game.”

  Josh blinked, stunned by Vince's crude remark. “I’m not thinking with my—”

  “The fact that Hunter didn’t pick up right after he sent you that photo is a huge warning flag. You can’t afford to make stupid mistakes like that.”

  A red glow pulsed out of Josh’s stomach. He wanted to tell Vince to take his little rebellion and shove it. But he needed to be sure Channie was safe first. “It’s obvious I’m not cut out for this. Maybe you need to find someone else to help you recruit people for your army.”

  Vince stared straight ahead. “You’re eighteen, married and soon to be a father. Act like it.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “To go find your wife.” Vince shot him a sideways glance. “And introduce you to your clan.”

  “No.”

  “What do you mean, no?” Vince's eyes darted to the side.

  “I’ve already told you that Channie is my first priority. If playing king of the magical hill is in her best interest then yeah, I’ll do it. But I’m not getting involved in some bloody civil war just because you tell me to.” Those things never turned out well.

  “Have you always been this stubborn?”

  Josh shrugged. “Take it or leave it.”

  Vince sighed. “Fine.”

  “Fine? That’s it? You’re giving up?”

  “Hardly. I’m counting on your wife to talk some sense into you.”

  “How are we going to find her? You threw your phone out the window and refuse to let me use mine. I need to call Hunter.”

  “You have a heart-bond. Use it.”

  Josh had been feeling an ache in his chest and a constant tug to go east since he’d woken up but each day the tug had gotten weaker while the ache had gotten stronger. “I’m pretty sure she’s in Arkansas.”

  Josh’s phone buzzed.

  He was still sluggish from the be-calm spell, so Vince grabbed the phone before he’d even managed to lift his hand.

  He glanced at the display then handed the phone to Josh. “It’s Hunter. Don’t tell him anything. You ask all the questions.”

  Josh nodded then accepted the call. “Hey, Hunter. Is everything okay?”

  “Yes and no.”

  Josh’s heart jumped into his throat. “What do you mean?”

  “I saw Channie. She’s doing all right, all things considered.”

  “Did she send me the text?”

  “Yeah. I took the photograph, but she’s the one that typed in that mushy stuff.”

  “That’s the good news.” Josh steeled himself. “What’s the bad?”

  “It’s my family.” Hunter’s voice cracked.

  Josh wanted to give Hunter time to recover, but he doubted that Vince would let him talk for more than a few minutes. “Where are you?”

  “Do you remember where you and Channie stayed after y’all were married?”

  Hunter must be worried about security, too. “No. I haven’t recovered my memories. But I remember where you said we stayed.”

  “That’s where we’re staying.”

  “Let me talk to Channie.” Josh’s heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He had no idea what he’d say, but he longed to hear her voice.

  “She ain’t here.”

  “What do you mean she’s not there? Where is she? No. Wait. Don’t tell me.” The last thing Josh wanted was to put her in even more danger. “Is she in a safe place?”

  “If something happens to me before we meet up. Just follow your heart-bond. You’ll find her.”

  “Are you in danger?”

  “We all are.” Hunter sighed. “Just get here as soon as you can.”

  “We’re on our way.”

  “We? Who’s with you? You better not be dragging Kassie into this mess.”

  “I’m not. I’ll explain everything when we get there. Be careful, Hunter.”

  “You, too.” He hung up without saying good-bye.

  REUNION

  THEY’D JUST PASSED THROUGH LIMON when Josh’s phone rang. “It’s my dad.”

  “Ignore it.” Vince's hands tightened around the steering wheel, stretching the backs of his leather gloves.

  “He wouldn’t call unless it’s important.” Josh slid his finger across the screen, accepting the call. “Hey, Dad.”

  “Where are you?”

  “On my way to go get Channie.”

  “In Arkansas?”

  “It’s safer if you don’t know.”

  Dead silence. Tension filled the car. Dad’s labored breathing was the only sign he was still on the phone. “Dad?”

  “Is Vincent with you?”

  Josh closed his eyes and cringed. “Yeah.”

  “Put him on the phone.”

  “He’s driving, so I’m putting you on speaker.”

  Vince nodded his approval. “Hello, Mr. Abrim.”

  “Where are you?”

  “Joshua has already explained why we can’t tell you.”

  “Is he in danger?”

  “Not imminently, but extended telephone conversations over unsecured lines could change that.”

  “I’m calling the police.”

  “No Dad!” Josh leaned towards the phone. “You can’t do that.”

  “The hell I can’t. If you know who attacked Liz, you need to report it. The sooner they’re in custody, the safer you’ll be.”

  “I don’t know who did it. But even if I did, the cops wouldn’t be able to help. We’re trying to keep a low profile. A police report will only make it easier for other trackers to find us.”

  “You’re in the middle of the semester. You can’t afford to miss any more school.”

  Vince's face twitched. His scars limited his facial expressions, but Josh was getting better at reading them. This one was either surprise or annoyance or, maybe, a little of both.

  “Your wife was nearly killed by a mage. You’ve seen my scars. I can’t believe you’re worried about Joshua’s school work when your entire family is in danger.”

  “Josh?”

  Josh gave Vince his are-you-crazy scowl then muted the phone. “That’s not helping!”

  He unmuted the phone but took it off speaker then angled his body away from Vince. “Mom and Elijah are staying with Aunt Mary and Kassie but you should probably take everyone on an extended cruise, just to be safe.”

  “If you aren’t back in five days, I’m calling the police.”

  Vince frowned, but didn’t argue.

  “It might take a little longer.”

  “Five days, Josh. That should be plenty of time.”

  They were headed into mage country. The closer they got to Arkansas, the more likely they’d run into serious trouble. Josh’s voice trembled. “I love you, Dad.”

  “Josh!”

  He disconnected the call then silenced his phone. It started vibrating immediately. “He’s not going to give up.”

  “Will he go into hiding?”

  “I doubt it. He’ll probably take a couple of days to get Liz, Mom and Elijah settled in our vacation cabin in Breckenridge.” Josh rubbed his forehead, but the headache brewing behind his eyes continued to worsen. “He’s a workaholic. He’ll be back in his
office or a court room before the week is over.”

  Vince tapped the steering wheel with his thumbs for a few seconds, twisting his mouth from one side to the other. “We’ll go get Channie and then come back and convince Ezra to take the rest of your family on that cruise. That was a brilliant suggestion, by the way.”

  A flicker of pleasure warmed the center of Josh’s chest. Finally, he’d done something right.

  They stopped for food and fuel in Colby, Kansas; Tulsa, Oklahoma; and Siloam Springs, Arkansas. The amount of magic in Siloam Springs made the hair on the back of Josh’s neck stand on end. Vince kept watch while Josh went inside to pay.

  The ache in Josh’s chest grew stronger as the light dimmed. The pulsing golden flashes were nothing more than a faint glow. The closer they got, the harder it became to tell which direction they should go. “I don’t know what’s wrong with my heart-bond thing.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Josh handed Vince a wad of cash—change from filling up the car and buying more junk food—then slid behind the wheel. “It’s not glowing as bright as it was a few days ago, but it’s more painful.”

  Vince crawled into the passenger’s side. “When was the last time you strengthened it?”

  “I didn’t know I was supposed to. How do you strengthen a heart-bond?”

  Vince chuckled and shook his head. “Hunter didn’t tell you?”

  Josh sighed. “If he had, I wouldn’t need to ask you.”

  “Sex.”

  “What?”

  “You strengthen a heart-bond with sex. You and Channie are going to need a little alone-time. And soon.”

  Josh’s ears flamed with heat. He knew that he and Channie must have had sex, they were married, after all. But he couldn’t remember it. And he wasn’t getting any sexual flashbacks either. For all intents and purposes, he was a virgin.

  Vince raised his eyebrows. “You’re nervous.”

  “I don’t remember anything about our relationship.” The thought of having sex with Channie shot a wave of heat through Josh’s body and a chill down his spine. It was equally thrilling and terrifying. “I don’t know what she’s going to expect. Or what she likes.”

  “She knows you’ve had your memory wiped. Just treat it like any other sexual experience. She obviously liked your style enough to marry you. Unless…were you a virgin?”