Camber nodded. “I did warn him against lying, Sir.”
Rahaxeris clicked his tongue in response.
“Was his information useful? Shall we pursue the travelers he let go?”
Rahaxeris smoothed his hair and straightened his robe. “No. There were no travelers. He lied.”
Chapter Fourteen
FOREST CHOKED as her heart stilled and refused to beat again. The werewolf behind her had her arms pinned in a grip she couldn’t break. She’d been so distracted, arguing with Syrus, they’d walked right into an ambush. Where were all of her quick lies now?
One of the three wolves recognized her, and she had understood enough of their broken French to know that they planned to take her to Philippe, but they were going to kill Syrus.
The afternoon sunlight glistened on the amber pelt across the wolf’s hulking shoulders as he knocked Syrus to the ground. He couldn’t win. They had already injured him badly. She couldn’t tell the extent of the damage to his right leg, but he couldn’t put his weight on it. All three wolves were barking and laughing and taunting him. All their noise turned into a loud buzzing in Forest’s ears. She couldn’t watch Syrus die.
Forest tried to come up with a plan, even if it was nothing more than something to cause momentary distraction to the wolves, but nothing would come. Come on, Syrus, think of something! He rose from the ground, breathing heavily, totally disarmed. The two beasts circled around him; they’d been tag teaming him from the start. Forest recognized the gleam in their eyes. The moment had arrived. Both wolves lunged forward. Syrus knocked one of them back, but the other seized his arm in its shark-like teeth. He shouted in pain, the sound echoing inside her heart. The other wolf jumped back up and caught his other arm. They were going to tear him apart.
“FOREST!”
“SYRUS!”
“ I’m right here.”
Forest was panting and tears spilled from her eyes. It was dark, and she felt Syrus gently breathing to her left. She looked at the moon overhead and remembered where they were. They were camped at the edge of the Wolf’s Wood. She’d been dreaming. She looked over at Syrus. He lay next to her on his side, facing away from her. The moonlight fell along the planes of his back, and she couldn’t think to stop herself. She scooted up to him, laying her cheek against his shoulder blade, gripping his arm tightly with her hand, and cried. Her chest quaked against him, her tears fell on his back.
Syrus went rigid under her touch. Given the experience he’d had with her dreaming last night, he thought it best to remain as still as possible until she was lucid, if not wiser to guard his sensitive areas in case she was about to attack. He waited for her to let go of him. It was only when her tears soaked through his shirt that he realized she was completely awake. He was perplexed as to what to do. Maybe he should just do nothing and wait until she had cried herself out and embarrassment set in and she’d turn back into the Forest he was familiar with.
“I thought I lost you,” she whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.
She’d been dreaming about him, and now she was crying on his back. He slowly rolled over so he could ask her what she had dreamed, but he never got the chance. As soon as he faced her, she fused her mouth to his. He sucked his breath in, shocked. Her lips were throbbing and hungry and tasted of tears. The pain that always came with touching Forest was sharper than ever.
Syrus pulled back, wishing he could see her face. “What are you doing, Forest?”
“Uhh…Your dreaming, Syrus.”
Syrus’ face was set in irritation, and Forest began to come back to her senses, but she didn’t quite make it. The next second Syrus was smiling the widest imp smile she’d ever seen.
“Oh, well, in that case.”
He pulled her against his chest, his lips now intense and demanding. Within seconds, Forest drowned in sensations. He quickly and efficiently removed her from her sleeping bag and pulled her over him. The cold night was heating up around them and Forest was just going to let it happen, throwing caution to the wind. Her jacket went flying, and her shirt was about to join it when Syrus moved his lips to her neck, kissing the top of her scars. Pain sliced all the way down the length of her scars, and deep as the bone. She jumped as though she’d been startled and looked around guiltily as if Leith might step out from behind the nearest tree.
Syrus reached up to pull her back to him. She put both of her hands flat on his chest and pushed away.
“What?” he asked bewildered, his mind still in the bogs of desire, trying again to bring her back to him.
She pushed harder. “No!”
He exhaled in plain exasperation. “This is the worst dream I’ve ever had. You are the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”
His words stung deep, and she moved off of him. “I…I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to tease you. I just can’t.”
“Why?”
She searched for an answer that was both true and stretched truth. Syrus rolled on his side and propped his head on his arm. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” he asked quietly, hoping desperately that she would say no.
Forest shook her rumpled sleeping bag out and laid down on it again. “Yes,” she said aggressively.
She immediately regretted saying it. Syrus sat up, all of his muscles tight and an expression like she’d dealt him a mortal wound.
Forest sighed. “No. It’s not that there is someone else… It’s not like that.”
“There’s no one else?”
“No. You…I can’t…It’s just that I’m not willing to mean nothing to you.”
“Why would you ever think that you mean nothing to me? When have I ever given you the slightest impression that you weren’t important to me?”
“I won’t be your convenience!”
“There is not one single thing about you that’s convenient, Forest. Why do you think I would use you? You mean a great deal to me.”
Forest’s heart flinched at his words, but she shut it down swiftly. “How can I trust that is anything other than pillow talk?”
Syrus’ angry expression smoothed out into contemplation. He took a few slow breaths and lowered his head back down. “All right. Come here.”
Forest looked sharply at him for a second, and then softened; he just wanted to hold her. She rolled her face away from him, and he moved against her back, spooning her. He smoothed the hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear and kissed the back of her head.
“Trust is the underlying problem,” he said quietly. “I can understand that. Trust runs thin on you, Forest.”
They were both quiet for a while. Forest looked at the trees that marked the boundary of the Wolf’s Wood repressing a shudder. It had been many years since she had gone in there. It really was the most wonderful and terrifying place in all of Regia. The trees here were three times wider and taller than any other trees in Regia, and they formed a tight line around the edge, like a fence around the Garden of Eden.
Wispy clouds began to slither across the sky, darkening the aqua light of the moon, and a chilly mist crept along the ground around them. Forest shivered. Syrus pulled her tighter against him. “Tell me your deepest secret,” he whispered.
“No way.”
“Please?”
“Tell me yours,” she tossed back.
Syrus sighed deeply. “Not yet.”
“Will you tell me something else?” she asked.
“Anything…well mostly anything,” he chuckled.
“Why do you have so many scars?”
He took a deep breath. “Oh, well. After I lost my sight, I spent a year in total darkness. I don’t mean visual darkness. It was internal, spiritual darkness. I wanted to die. Before the attack all I had to my credit was my title and my vanity; there was nothing else to me. Unable to maintain my arrogance with my disfigurement, I soon became completely insufferable. Redge was the only person I trusted, the only one I’d let near me. And when he wasn’t around, I had to keep company with myself
. I soon realized that I wasn’t even a fit companion for myself. That sounds stupid.”
“No, no, it doesn’t. Go on,” she urged.
“Redge had always been my servant and I considered him a friend, loosely. I used to commend myself on how generously I treated him. As time passed, however, I discovered my idea of generous was little better than bankrupt. When you are as lonely as I was, you come to appreciate company, and Redge was good company. He is better than a brother to me now.”
“I’d like to get to know him,” Forest said.
Syrus chuckled. “Oh, I think given the opportunity, you two would become fast friends.”
Forest’s heart gave a little pang as she realized she never would have the opportunity.
“So anyway, I had given up on everything, and it was Redge who encouraged me to take up the Blood Kata again. I wouldn’t listen to him at first, thinking it impossible. But as he continued to nag at me, I began to wonder if I could do it again. I eventually caved, partly because I was curious and partly because I was terribly bored.”
“Didn’t your parents object; afraid you’d get hurt?” she asked.
“I’m sure they would have if they’d of known, but I had been so surly with them after the attack they had since left me alone entirely. Redge set up a place for us to spar in a forgotten area of the castle, where no one would bother or notice. As I’m sure you can imagine I got hurt a lot at first.”
“I bet.”
“My body remembered how to fight, but I was very disoriented. We trained in secret every day, until I was sure my skill had reached back to the level of master. I was ready to show my father and petition him to send for a lord master to come to the castle to continue my training. My father was pleased at what I had accomplished. He seemed…proud. He agreed to find someone to come. I begged to go to the mountain where all the lord masters train, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. There was a lot of fighting between my parents at that time. In the end I was allowed to continue my training in the confines of the castle and the lord master, Ithiel, was sent for.”
“Ithiel? The Ithiel? The master that singlehandedly routed the northern wolf pack assassin squad?” Forest asked awed.
Syrus chuckled. “That’s him, although that story, great as it is, has been greatly altered through the line of gossip.”
“What’s he like?”
“He’s everything they say he is and more.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, he’s a major pain in the ass.”
Forest laughed lightly. “So, he gave you all those scars?”
“Not all of them, but most, yes. He wouldn’t let me stop. No matter how high I climbed, he knew I had the power to surpass him locked inside me. He said he felt it. For a long time I had nothing else in my life but training. Strangely enough, I mastered the knack of shadowing in my sleep. I went to sleep unable to do it and woke up perfectly at ease with it.”
“I wish you would have done that when we were sparing,” Forest said. “I’ve actually never seen anyone shadow.”
“I’ll try and remember that the next time I pick a fight with you.” He grunted as she elbowed him in the ribs.
“So how did it actually happen? Becoming a mage?”
“Well, throughout all of the months that Ithiel had been training me, his greatest complaint was my temper. The Kata had given me direction and purpose, but I was still angry and bitter over the loss of my sight. He harped on and on how it would be my undoing, if I didn’t harness it.”
Forest chuckled. “I’ve been told similar things in the past as well.”
“Yes, but you were probably told to choke it down. Ithiel took a different approach; one that blindsided me. The day my transformation happened began the same way of every other training day. It’s really simple actually: focus, forms, then fighting. During my focus, Ithiel did something he never had before; he placed one of his hands on the top of my head. Such strong waves of energy came from his palm and it felt like my thoughts were torn from my brain and pulled into a deep abyss within me. When he removed his hand, it was like waking up from a long sleep. I had never felt so centered.
When I began my forms, again Ithiel did something unorthodox. Instead of doing forms alongside me, he stood opposite and mirrored me. I knew this because my senses were hungry and clawing at the world around me. It was the first time my mind’s eye gave me an accurate and detailed picture of what was in front of me, and it was stronger than actual sight. I would have been elated, ecstatic even, but again Ithiel was doing something different that distracted me from my newfound ‘sight.’ He was stinging me.”
“Stinging you? How was he stinging you?”
“With his aura. His aura began to fill the room around us. I began to feel frustrated and flustered. The stinging was not so painful; it was more confusing and irritating. But it wasn’t until I finished my forms that he began the real abuse. Usually there was a short pause in our routine once forms were done before we began fighting, but not that day. The second forms were done, he launched at me and struck me in a…ah, a very sensitive area.”
“What the hell?” Forest interjected.
Syrus laughed quietly. “That’s what I was thinking at the time, only in more colorful language. As you can imagine, anger does not begin to cover it. As soon as I could stand upright again, we began the most aggressive and dirty fight I had ever been in. But not only was he using moves and tactics that were usually reserved only for real life and death combat, he was hurling abuse at me with his words. Ithiel told me exactly what he thought of me, without reservation.”
“What did he say?” she asked.
“Ah, well. I’d rather not repeat most of it, but he did call me a coward and an angry baby.”
“Why was he trying to provoke you?”
“Because it was what I needed. He worked me into a rage that was so overwhelming, I have never felt the likes of it before or since. Redge, who was watching, said he could actually see the moment the pressure exploded inside me. Ithiel stopped his attack and stood still in front of me. I was going to kill him. Logic was gone, focus was gone, and all that was left was murder in my heart. Even now, I don’t know exactly what he did to me in that moment that would have been his death.
“I couldn’t breathe. It felt like I had been plunged deep underwater, you know, sort of, compressed. And my hands were clasped around a hot solid surface, a burning, pulsating sphere.
‘In your hands is your rage; objectified, weaponized. Use it.’ Ithiel said.
“At first, I had no idea what to do. That was all he said. Every other master said to conquer your anger or it will conquer you, and all other sorts of little catch phrases that really are no help. So, after a moment of consideration I decided to act on whatever instinct came to me.”
The energy emanating from Syrus as he recounted his memories dazzled Forest.
“I broke the sphere between my hands and the shards absorbed through my skin. I felt it running up through my arms and into my chest and that was where it stopped and collected. I was able to breathe again and there was Ithiel waiting to finish our fight. I had never been able to overtake him in a fight before, but now it was easy, pathetic even. I triumphed over him quickly. He asked for me to help him up from the ground and as I grasped his hands, that was when it happened.”
“What? What happened?” Forest asked, totally absorbed.
“Again, I don’t know what he did, but…I don’t have the words, Forest. I can’t describe it. What it felt like to transform, but there was this terrible roaring. It wasn’t until later that Redge told me I was the one roaring. Every scar I had achieved in fighting broke open, and I turned red with my own blood. So, Ithiel named me The Sanguine Mage.”
Forest was overwhelmed by his story. She was ashamed that she had ever treated him with disrespect. And in awe at the way he had treated her; in awe that he needed her. She felt a huge surge of pride; her mate was a powerful mage. And she almost told him right there
that they were mates, almost. But she felt unworthy. Forest lay silent in the wake of his story, not trusting herself to speak.
“Are we going to make it in there?” he asked gesturing toward the trees of the Wood.
“Of course,” she said quickly.
“I’ve never been there. The wolves had taken back possession of it long before I was born. As a kid, I was always sore about it. My history tutor taught me all about it though.”
Forest snorted. “I bet I know the history better than anyone else in all of Regia.”
“That’s quite a boast. How could you make such a claim? My history tutor is seven centuries old. He has grandchildren older than you.”
“I can make that claim confidently, because I was taught the history of the Wood by someone who has lived there for eons.”
“What?”
“When I was a girl, I would often go into the Wood to escape my life. I could go on for hours about my childhood memories of the Wood. On one particular day, I was terribly upset, and I wandered deep into the interior, deeper than I had ever gone before. I found a tree there with an attractive sitting place in its roots. I nestled down there and cried and talked to myself about my troubles. Before long, I accidentally fell asleep with my head resting against the trunk.”
“What were you so upset about?” Syrus asked.
“I don’t remember.”
“I don’t believe you, but go on.”
“I began to hear a whisper in my sleep. It was such a beautifully gentle voice, like the wind through the trees. When I woke up, Shi was sitting beside me, holding my hand.”
“Shi?”
“It’s more of a sound than a pronounced name, but I call her Shi for short when I’m not addressing her directly. It’s more like, ssshhh-hhiii . Like a mother hushing her baby.”
“Who is she?” he asked.
“Shi is the ghost of a Dryad. She’s the keeper of the Wood. As soon as we set foot inside the boundary, she will know we are there. She may be a ghost, but you do not want to screw with her. I’m the first person she has shown herself to in thousands of years. Being able to call her my friend is the greatest honor of my life. I’m hoping she will be willing to direct us to Maxcarion. “
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