Dark Solar Complete Trilogy: Oleander - Wolfsbane - Maikoa

by D. N. Leo

  “You won’t know until you master how to control the devil inside you. You jumped through the light. You triggered your angelic make and your devil possession at the same time. You can control both.”

  She nodded, but her mind was plagued with doubts. Jael took her hand and led her to the balcony. “Remember, you have our love and blessing. Your mother is a gypsy of the multiverse with a free spirit. Like her, you will be strong. You can control the devil.”

  He flipped her over the balcony. She spread her wings and flew to the horizon, back to where she knew Arik was waiting for her.

  THIS IS THE END OF

  WOLFSBANE - DARK SOLAR - BOOK 2

  Maikoa - Dark Solar Trilogy - Book 3

  Part I

  1

  1980 Dalat, Vietnam

  Bridget rushed through layers of steel doors to enter one of the top-security areas in the Tri-Sun headquarters on the outskirts of Dalat, an exotic French settlement in the Vietnam highlands. Fire alarms rang throughout the building. Speakers barked out evacuation commands. Pushing against the stream of people hurrying out, she soon reached an area with no traffic at the center of the building.

  In the central hall, she stared at the large staircase leading to the upper level where the executive offices were located. Waves of smoke poured down the stairs. The smell of burned pine, Dalat’s signature wood, engulfed the air. A window cracked and broke, the blazing breezes rushing in to fan the flames.

  Her high heels would be a hindrance, but she couldn’t run through the burning debris without them on, so she lifted the long tail of her long formal velvet dress and hurried up the stairs.

  The large landing of the executive level was indeed in flame. The symbol of the three overlapping solar eclipses was displayed prominently in the middle of one of the burning walls in front of her. To her left was a smoke-filled corridor . To her right was a fire exit, leading down.

  “Bridget!”

  She didn’t need to look back to know who was calling her—it was the deep, calm voice of the one person who would always be her constant no matter what life brought her way.

  “What are you doing here, Quinn?”

  He rushed over and tugged at her elbow. “I should ask you that question. Let’s leave before we’re both toast.”

  She pointed at the corridor filled with smoke. “Kane’s in there. I can’t leave him.” The carpet started to catch fire, and the glass in the windows began to crack. Soon the metal window frames would melt, as would the body of anyone walking into that corridor.

  “There’s nothing you can do now. Please…we can talk outside.”

  “My husband is in there, and I won’t leave him.”

  “Kane is my best friend. I want to save him, too. But he has no chance of surviving this fire, Bridget. Even if you could get to him, what would you expect to find? His body? Think about your children for God’s sake.”

  “They will be safe in your hands.”

  “No!”

  “Quinn, if our relationship means anything to you, then you will treat my children as your own. Please.”

  “No, I won’t accept this. Our relationship means too much to me. I won’t let you go in there to die.”

  “It’s more than my husband’s life that I have to save, Quinn. We started this, and we have to finish it.”

  She turned abruptly and charged toward the corridor. Despite her kicking and screaming, Quinn grabbed her from behind and dragged her toward the exit. He was too strong for her to break free.

  “Okay, let me down!” she screamed. “I’ll go with you.”

  He didn’t give up and kept carrying her toward the exit. He kicked the exit door open and got them both safely out to the stairwell. She grabbed onto a steel rail on the wall to get her footing and then kicked hard at Quinn. He lost his balance and let go of her. She pushed him away, sending him stumbling down the stairs.

  “I’m sorry, Quinn,” she said and then ran back into the building, grabbed a broken chair, and jammed the door handle with it.

  Through the small window on the door, she saw Quinn trying to break in.

  Then behind him came a wave of fire from below.

  “Quinn!” she called out and grabbed the door handle. It was so hot it burned her hand to the bone.

  Despite the excruciating pain, she yanked the exit door open as another wave of fire blew upward, exploding into the room and knocking her away.

  “I’m so sorry, Quinn.” She looked down at the burning stairwell, the flames so hot they had melted everything in their way, including metal and concrete.

  Knowing Quinn couldn’t have survived this fire blast, she wiped away her tears and headed toward the burning corridor that led to the executive wing where her husband would be waiting.

  2

  Dinah was flying. This was certainly different, flying with her own wings as opposed to flying with the wings of her weaponry suit. She could feel the cold breeze blowing through every feather, the strong force of wind pushing against her wings and pulling her shoulders back slightly. She felt a sensation in her muscles whenever she flapped her wings. These angel wings feel great! she thought.

  She wondered if the sensation would be the same once she became used to these wings. Jael was right—simply having angel wings didn’t make her an angel, a position she had no intention of taking on. Working for Ciaran in investigative roles—or in anything having to do with chemicals—was what she did best and where she could contribute the most. She believed he would soon promote her to a council of some sort in Eudaiz. She could make a difference in the multiverse by being associated with the most prosperous universe in the cosmos.

  In the distance, she could see Arik racing up the hill. He had caught a glimpse of her flying toward him. He must have had a heart attack, waking up and finding she was gone.

  He had said he loved her. Dinah couldn’t believe it. It had happened too fast and still felt like a dream. A human loved her, even after not only finding out she wasn’t human, but also seeing her turn into a monster and rip the heart out of a magical hulk. Jael had told her she wasn’t a monster but was possessed by her evil aunty. But Arik didn’t know that.

  “Dinah!” he called out.

  As she watched him glide through the bushes and rush up the hill to her, she was sure she loved him, too. That was an amazing development considering what she understood about her psychological profile and what she was capable of.

  She flapped her wings, flew in a circle, and flapped again. Then there was a tearing sound and a thud. She looked up and saw her wings were caught in a large tree, leaving her dangling over the ground.

  Arik rushed over, standing on the ground below her. “Dinah, are you okay? Let go of the wings. Come down. I’ll catch you.”

  This had happened before. She’d gotten caught in a tree while flying with her artificial wings. But now she’d discovered the first disadvantage to having real wings was that rubbing them against the spiky tree branches actually hurt. “Let me retract them,” she said.

  “Come on, Dinah, let go of them.” He moved back and forth, adjusting his position to catch her when she fell from the tree.

  “You’re looking up my dress, Arik.”

  “I’ve seen you naked before. Come down here, Dinah!”

  “You’re such a romantic!” she said then yanked at her left wing. “Ouch.” She pulled again. “Ouch!” A couple of feathers floated lazily to the ground. Arik picked them up.

  “Dinah, you’re bleeding! Stay still. I’ll untangle you.” He started climbing the tree.

  “Don’t do that—you’re afraid of heights, you silly,” she said and pulled hard at both wings. She fell to the ground, landing on her backside. Her wings were retracted halfway and still dropping feathers to the ground.

  Arik slid down the tree trunk and darted over to her. He pulled her into his arms and held her so tight she could hardly breathe. She could feel his body vibrating with emotion, making her feel bad for fiddling with her wings
and not coming back to him quicker.

  “You scared the hell out of me. Where did you go?”

  “Jael got me. He said—”

  She didn’t have time to finish her sentence before he kissed her. And he was a hell of a kisser. Her toes curled, and she thought her wings would, too.

  Arik traced his hands up her back to her shoulders. Then he stopped the kiss and looked at her wings. “This isn’t a suit!”

  “I know. They’re real wings.”

  He smoothed a ruffled feather on the edge of her left wing then kissed her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”

  “Don’t you want to know how this came about?”

  “Not if you don’t want to tell me.”

  She smiled. “You saw me turn into a monster and kill Roallix. After all that, why did you say you love me?”

  “Because I do.”

  “Even when I turn into a monstrous creature?”

  “Do I need to sing a song about it?”

  She chuckled. “No. I don’t mind your singing, but I can’t respond. I’m tone deaf.”

  He sat down on a stone and pulled her down to sit beside him. “I’ve told you I don’t care what you are.”

  “How about an angel?”

  “What?”

  “Jael is my father. And Charmine, the woman on the hill, was my mother. She was pregnant with me at the time.”

  “And you aren’t supposed to come into contact with yourself when you time travel. That’s why you were knocked out when you touched her.”

  She nodded.

  “Wait, it was 1864. That makes you…”

  She wagged a finger. “Earth age is irrelevant in the multiversal space.”

  “A woman’s age is irrelevant anywhere.” He rubbed his hand across her bare shoulders after she had completely retracted the wings. “You must be cold. Let me go get your jacket.”

  She smiled as she watched his shadow retreating down the rolling hill.

  A short while after, a shadow reeled toward her from the opposite direction. She squinted, trying to make it out. It wasn’t just any shadow—it was Cooper. She darted toward him. He was covered in blood.

  “Cooper!”

  He fell into her arms. She lowered him to the ground and lay him gently on the grass.

  “Stay with me, Cooper. I’ll take you back to the camp. Xanthe is a healer. She’ll fix you. Oh no…where’s your arm?” she cried out, looking at where his right forearm should have been. It had been cut off above the elbow. He was on the verge of passing out and couldn’t respond.

  “Arik!” Dinah shouted down the hill, where she could still see a glimpse of Arik’s shadow. He didn’t hear her. “Arik!” she cried again.

  This time, he turned around and raced back up the hill.

  “I need to talk to Arik,” Cooper said weakly.

  “He’s coming, Cooper. Don’t speak. We’ll take you back to the village.”

  “Where’s Arik?”

  “He’ll be here soon. You’ve lost too much blood. Please don’t speak. Keep your strength.” She didn’t realize she was weeping.

  Arik rushed over. “Cooper, what happened? Where’s Jenny?” He reached down the lift Cooper up to carry him, but Cooper resisted.

  “Jenny wanted me to tell you that they want you. You’re in trouble, Arik.”

  “Who are they? Where is my sister?”

  Cooper passed out before he could answer.

  3

  Madeline rolled over to find Ciaran’s side of the bed empty and cold. She sat up too quickly, making herself slightly dizzy. They were in a hotel room. This was the most cynical twisted joke fate had played on them since they’d left Earth. Ciaran had run a global pharmaceutical conglomerate before they’d left. He’d had the red carpet laid at his feet wherever he went. But now they had to stay in a downtown hotel like ordinary humans.

  She sighed, resigned to the situation. The truth was that, although they were Eudaizians now, once a human, always a human. Her psychic ability wasn’t flaring, so that meant Ciaran was fine. Perhaps he’d just sneaked out for a walk.

  New York had been her home for thirty-three years. Although she’d had an ordinary life as a journalist, she had so many memories here. The LeBlanc’s New York headquarters was the second largest after the one in London. Ciaran must have had many business dealings here and worked with a lot of people. She smiled. Her husband was sometimes much too sophisticated for her liking. He always had stories and theories about everything that had happened in his life. She wondered if there was anything he couldn’t explain.

  A shadow from inside the room moved past the window only a few feet away from her. She jerked away, startled. But when she looked again, all she saw was the empty corner of the luxurious suite. She shook her head, willing her mind to scan around the room.

  Her psychic ability had improved. Most of the time, she could turn it on and off and read the minds of ordinary humans. She respected people’s privacy, though, and didn’t scan unless it was absolutely necessary.

  The signal bounced back. Empty. She must be tired.

  She walked around the room, contemplating a harder mind scan. If there were any creatures nearby, she’d be sure to pick them up. She had a strange feeling she was missing something, and she didn’t like it.

  The door slid open, and her gorgeous husband walked in like a god, brightening both the room and her mood. Ciaran LeBlanc—king of Eudaiz, the most prosperous universe in the cosmos, warrior in many battles across the multiverse, and undefeatable predator in his business on Earth—stood there with a paper bag in his hand. He smiled and opened the bag, and she could smell freshly made bagels. She now saw what her psychic ability hadn’t allowed her to see.

  Damn! It wasn’t the food or the fact that she was starving at the moment that made her stomach flutter. It was the twinkle from those striking gray eyes and the killer smile on that God-given face that made her stomach flip and her body quiver with lust.

  “Bagels from your favorite bakery on Fifth Avenue, First Councillor. I hope you’re happy with the room service.”

  She stepped up and over to cross the bed, reached up to grab his collar, and yanked him down to the bed. She straddled him and smiled down at him.

  “You’ve crushed your bagels, First Councillor.”

  She ravished his lips, and he responded hungrily. Her hands slid under his shirt and roamed up his taut torso, caressing each well-defined muscle.

  He didn’t just lie there and take it. His hands traveled all over her body. No matter how many times they had been intimate or how long they’d been together, he always surprised her. She soon lost track of what they were doing. And then, he did what he did best.

  He took control.

  When their needs had been sated, she curled into his arms. “Where’re my bagels?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry to say you’ve lost your privilege for those bagels. Plus, you’ve crushed them somewhere beneath us on the bed. I don’t think they’re edible any longer.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows and kissed his cheek. “You bought them, so I’ll eat them. I don’t care how deformed they are.”

  He chuckled and sat up, finding his shirt and tossing it to him.

  She spoke through a mouthful of bagel. “Arik’s father is fine. So now, we’ll go back to Eudaiz…or do you have other business to see to here?”

  He tied back long raven hair that nearly touched his shoulders. She knew he did that when he anticipated action. “He said he was fine on the phone, but I think the explosion was too much of a coincidence. I’m going to visit the site and stop by to see if Diana is okay. He said she was fine, but I don’t believe him.”

  “How will we get there? You wanted to keep a low profile, and you didn’t contact your staff. Are we going to take the metro?”

  He laughed. “I wouldn’t stoop that low, First Councillor. I’ve arranged transport for us. We’d better go soon—the sight of you eating bagels naked could possibly delay my impor
tant business all day long, and then we’ll never get home to our children.”

  She grinned, finished her bagel, and dressed. “What kind of transport? You didn’t get a ridiculous sports car, did you? Remember that you want to lay low, my king.”

  He shook his head and smiled. “Well, it’s something on wheels.”

  Suddenly, a vision flashed at her, hard and fast. She gasped and grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself.

  Ciaran held her shoulders. “Madeline, are you okay?” His eyes grew intense, and the smile faded from his face.

  She pasted on a smile. “It’s nothing!”

  “You’re as pale as a sheet. It must be something. Are the children okay?”

  “Yes, Ciaran. The kids are fine. It wasn’t a precognition.”

  She hadn’t given him a satisfactory answer, and he knew it. But she hadn’t lied—it hadn’t been a precognition.

  It was a flashback, and one she didn’t want to talk about.

  “Are you fine to go with me now, or do you need to rest?”

  “I’ll go with you.”

  He nodded. At the door, he stopped and asked again, “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes.” She smiled and sauntered ahead. She didn’t need eyes in the back of her head to know he was frowning at her.

  4

  Dinah flew again. This time, she knew the power of her wings and flapped them with strength. Not only did she want to fly away, she wanted to fly to where Cooper was. “Why did you leave, Cooper? I can help you,” she said to the wind. She flapped again, and again.

  Not only were they business partners, but they had been friends for a long time. Cooper wasn’t oblivious to life—or ignorant as he often appeared to be to a lot of people. He cared about her, and she knew that in difficult situations, he was a selfless person. Much of the time, she thought Cooper was a better citizen than she was.