Feathers and Fire Series Box Set 2

by Shayne Silvers

  “Unbelievable…” Cain breathed into his menu, soft enough for no one else to hear.

  I just stared at her for a second. Then I gave her what I hoped passed for a nod.

  “And you, sir?” she asked Cain.

  “Steak. Rare. And a double whisky. Neat.” He glanced over at me. “Two double whiskeys.” He closed the menu, handing it over to her as the waitress turned away to the next table. I overheard her stating something cheerful, and laced with sunshine, birdsong, and boobs.

  “Let’s talk about you two,” Cain said, attempting a smile. And I squeezed his thigh in gratitude, turning to Rai and my dad as Cain managed to regain control of the situation.

  And the night rolled on pretty comfortably after that.

  Rai was… well, she was fun. Lighthearted, quick with the tongue, and obviously playful. I would find myself smiling at nothing in particular several times throughout our meal, and soon forgot the awkward introduction. I did try to get a read on her again, but it was readily apparent that she was just a Regular. She wasn’t some demon in disguise – because I had worn my Darling and Dear boots, pointing them at her from under the table. They would give me a slight pinch to the toes if pointed at a demon. But they didn’t.

  I watched my dad, and found myself smiling happily to see him laughing, not a shadow of sadness crossing his face even once during our meal. Which was enough to make me want to kiss Rai on the lips. For helping my dad relieve himself of the burden of carrying around my mother’s memory on his shoulders every day, she had my vote.

  But it was also strange to see my dad like this. It had been a very long time since he’d opened his heart back up. Thanks to a request from Nate Temple, Death had allowed my father to see my mother once more – to clear the air and say a final goodbye.

  She’d encouraged him to live, to move on, to meet every day with a smile rather than regret.

  And it looked like he was giving it his best effort. He caught me watching him and smiled at me, Cain and Rai laughing at some joke they had just shared, seeming lost in the moment.

  My dad took a deep breath, and then let it out, signifying the relief he felt. I nodded happily.

  I felt Rai watching us and turned to look at her. She was grinning triumphantly, and I found myself grinning right back at her.

  “Looks like we passed their tests, apple-picker,” she said, lifting her glass of water to Cain.

  Cain dipped his head politely at my dad. “Every single day, I consider myself lucky that Callie hasn’t tried to kill me. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about two of Clan Penrose wanting to kill me.”

  The waitress brought out my cake, drizzled with chocolate syrup, and…

  An apple slice with a cutout bite mark. The severed bite section of the apple was also on the plate, proving that no one had actually taken a bite of it.

  Or I would have rained down destruction on this establishment.

  I winked at Cain, taking a slow, delicious bite of the apple. He shot me a scowl in return. The rest of the night was full of whiskey, laughter, friendship, and a hint of love to come.

  But Cain and I just focused on the whiskey and friendship, leaving the love for Rai and my dad to explore.

  My dad finally stood with a tired sigh. “We better be heading out, but maybe we can do this again, soon. Now that it’s safe to do so, I’ll even host it at my place,” he said, smiling at Cain. They traded grips, and then Cain moved onto Rai, leaving me facing my Dad.

  He placed an arm around my shoulder, smiling as he watched Rai. “Think your mother would approve?” he asked in a very soft voice.

  I leaned into his shoulder. “As long as you’re happy, dad. That’s what she would care about.”

  He grunted. “We both know you were Sarah’s favorite. I was just another dependent for tax write-offs,” he muttered playfully. He grunted as I elbowed him lightly. “You doing okay?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yeah. Just tired.”

  “We should catch up soon. Just us two.”

  “Sounds good,” I agreed, watching Rai and Cain laugh at something. “Where did you meet?”

  He chuckled. “Caught her checking out another man so hard that she dropped her bag of lemons. I picked them up for her, clearing my throat politely. She looked more surprised – and embarrassed – than anything.”

  I smiled, imagining it. “And how did you overcome her interest in the other guy?”

  I felt his chest puffing out proudly. “As I set the bag of lemons in her cart, I told her, ‘when life hands you lemons, make lemonade… and you look thirsty.’”

  I stared at him, impressed. “No. You didn’t say that…”

  He grinned, rubbing his knuckles on his shirt. “Your Dad’s still got it, Callie.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head with a grin. “She tried to push me off for a month, but I was persistent. Must have finally worn her down,” he admitted. “She wasn’t looking for anything serious. But she couldn’t resist my charm,” he said, loud enough for her to overhear as she walked up to us.

  “Something like that,” Rai said in a dry tone, walking up to him. I grinned at her tone and she finally gave me a guilty sigh. “But he’s pretty much right. I put up a lot of fight, not sure I wanted to get into the dating game again. But he made each request sound so innocent, though, and before I knew it, we were regularly doing all sorts of things.” But she looked genuinely happy with the outcome as she squeezed his shoulder.

  “Let’s go start the cars,” My dad told Cain, and they conveniently left Rai and I standing beside each other, all alone.

  “He’s too clever for his own good,” Rai murmured. I turned to look at her, but she was staring at him as he walked away, smiling to herself, lost in thought. She sensed me looking and averted her eyes, blushing. “Sorry. I’m not very good at this kind of thing,” she admitted.

  I found myself smiling. “Me neither,” I admitted.

  “I think we’re supposed to hug it out, next. Or you give me a list of demands… What do you think?”

  I felt my smile stretching, especially seeing her shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, like our roles were reversed. “Yeah,” I agreed, holding out my arms.

  Her eyes seemed to sparkle with relief as she gave me a tight squeeze. “I never thought I’d say this, but he means the world to me, Callie. I feel like I’m young again,” she said, squeezing tighter.

  I patted her on the back. “Just take care of him. He’s all I have left,” I admitted, surprised at my openness. But I was pretty good at reading people, and after spending more than an hour with Rai, I’d lost all doubts about what was going on between her and my dad. They both seemed so happy together, and that was enough for me.

  Rai released me from the hug, but one of the buckles on my coat snagged her purse for a second, almost ripping it off her shoulders. Luckily, it didn’t, but we both apologized over the other – and then cutoff abruptly, laughing lightly as we shook our heads and left the restaurant.

  The men sat in their cars, smiling at the two of us in relief.

  Maybe they had expected the building to be on fire rather than the two of us laughing as we said our goodbyes.

  I was simply glad to have one less stress off my back. My dad was happy, and Rai was pretty fun. Looking at Cain through the windshield as I approached, I remembered the horrible start to the dinner, and began to laugh.

  I couldn’t wait to tell Claire about the interrogation Cain had received.

  Chapter 30

  We sat in Cain’s SUV outside my apartment, having rocked out to Journey the whole way home. Cain chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to look at me.

  “If a guy ever deserved to get some after meeting a girlfriend’s parents, the time is fucking nigh,” he said in mock seriousness.

  I punched him in the arm, satisfied by his grunt. “Nice try. But we’re not – and never will be – boyfriend and girlfriend.”

  He rubbed his arm dramatically, leaning his head back into his headrest. �
�I’ll take some pity love if it’s on the menu,” he chuckled, closing his eyes.

  I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling. He had taken a beating tonight. Who would have thought so many awkward questions could arise that pertained to his real origin story?

  I leaned in and gave him a firm kiss on the cheek, startling the living hell out of him.

  I pulled back, smiling satisfactorily at the stunned look on his face. It slowly turned to hope.

  I held up my palm. “That’s the extent of my pity. You earned it.”

  He exhaled as his momentary hopes and dreams died. He set his hands on the steering wheel, resigned to a night of loneliness. Then he began to laugh. Great big bellows.

  And as if it were contagious, soon we were both giggling uncontrollably.

  “That couldn’t have gone any worse if you had set it up!” he roared, pounding the steering wheel as tears leaked from his eyes. I couldn’t help it. I laughed harder.

  “Fucking ribs!” I hooted.

  “And Garden salads!” he shouted back.

  It was a long time before he escorted me back up to my apartment, the both of us still giggling as Claire opened the door with a suspicious scowl.

  “I’m not leaving,” she said, folding her arms.

  “I am,” Cain said, giving me a quick goodnight hug.

  Claire watched him suspiciously as I took a step through the door. I had time to see her sleepy eyes shoot wide before I felt a hard slap on my ass.

  When I rounded on Cain to punch him in the mouth, all I saw was him hauling ass down the hallway, roaring with laughter. “I earned that, Callie Penrose!” he cackled.

  I felt myself laughing along with him, shaking my head.

  Claire studied me from head to toe. “Right, missy. Off to bed with you.”

  “Yes, mother,” I said, rolling my eyes as I shuffled past her. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on a long tee before crawling under the covers.

  And that’s where he found me…

  Chapter 31

  I stood in a vast space of polished marble floors, while thick matching pillars all around me climbed high to support an unseen ceiling. Veins of obsidian and silver streaked the white marble, like faint flickers of lightning. Silver sconces lined the walls, flickering with soothing flames, turning much of the marble into faint mirrors.

  I tried to remember how I had gotten here, but my thoughts were hazy and drifting, as if all that mattered was this singular moment. I shook my head, abandoning the attempt to think, realizing the strain was only making my head ache.

  I approached an expansive balcony, stopping before a waist-high wall to study the vast, open sky. Gray clouds hung thick enough for me to almost feel like I could reach out and touch them. Where am I? The thought drifted up from my mind like a bubble from the bottom of a pond.

  Then it was forgotten and the slow ache returned as I tried to recall… I shook my head again.

  I stared over the balcony and sucked in a breath, suddenly gripping the marble wall in panic. The marble crunched under my fingers, rubble spilling at my feet. I didn’t look down. Just out.

  Far, far below was a strange, strange world.

  A forest of glowing pink trees flickered with violet flames. Violet embers and sparks erupted into the air as several of the trees crumbled, crashing to the earth. I heard wails of agony and despair, but not from any specific voice. More like… from the trees themselves. Because I saw no one in the flames, just the trees.

  A small cloud of sparkling silver mist zipped up to the violet flames, hovered for a moment, and then drifted around it before disappearing behind a rise in the rolling hills beyond the burning forest.

  In the distance was the silhouette of a tall, foreboding castle shrouded in sinister fog – harsh spires, keeps, and towers rose above the fog, stabbing at the sky like a fist of thorns.

  I saw armies of… creatures marching in the distance, looking like nothing more than black smears of charcoal through the fog, but I heard the distant sound of drums signaling the marching beat. Then I saw two more when I looked a different direction. Then more. And more.

  All making their way towards the shrouded castle.

  I spun at a sudden sound behind me but didn’t immediately see anything in the pillars – which were dim in comparison to the view at the balcony. I walked deeper into the maze of columns, alert for the sound that had startled me.

  Suddenly, I was standing before a wide circular depression in the floor, the infinite world of columns behind me. A curving arc of three steps led down into what resembled a royal suite. A wall of uncut diamond bisected the circle, stretching infinitely up and out, before and behind me.

  A massive bed of silver and gold backed up against the glittering wall, which I realized was dripping with water like a spring. The entire wall.

  Two fireplaces crackled on opposite sides of the bed, one burning with white fire and the other with black. It all felt… natural.

  Then I saw him.

  A masked figure stood directly opposite me, staring at me, with the suite between us. His skin was the same uncut diamond as the wall behind the bed, making him look like a living statue. The black and white flames from the fireplaces reflected off his skin, glittering. Vast skeletal wings rose over his shoulders – no membrane between the spines.

  An image flickered into view, and he was suddenly holding an entirely black spear at his side – even the unique sword-axe hybrid blade at the tip was black – with a blazing red orb set in the center of the blade. The spear flickered again, vanishing, and revealed two sets of clawed hands hanging at his sides. He didn’t appear to notice the change.

  Something about that spear… My head began to ache again so I stopped.

  His eyes met mine, and I shivered. They flickered with silver and white fire. I couldn’t make out the details of his face, so I took a cautious step down the stairs, closer to him and the suite. Then another.

  Like a mirror image, he advanced a step. Then another.

  When I stopped, so did he.

  As I took another step, finally standing in the bowl, so did he. I finally got a good look at his face and felt a sharp intake of breath escape my lips, my head aching in warning. His mask was majestic and horrifying – a man’s harsh features carved into the uncut diamond.

  Something about him… That mask… My thoughts felt hazy, fleeting, as if it was taking all my strength to simply exist and observe the moment. I lifted a hand, even though I wasn’t close enough to reach him.

  He mirrored my motion, and I somehow knew he was just as confused as myself. Or was this literally a reflection of some sort? Some inner monster inside me? Me seeing a version of myself.

  I shivered at that, taking another step closer.

  So did he.

  I frowned, glancing down at some obstruction tangling around my ankles, and saw I was wearing a long white toga that left one shoulder bare. I also wore stained cloth wrapped around my wrists and forearms, filthy compared to the opulent white toga. I was surprised to see my hand gripping a crackling white spear with two bands of shifting black rings on the haft, breaking it into thirds. I gasped, but my fingers didn’t release the weapon, as a thought struggled to slip through, searing my mind, no longer giving me a faint warning ache. I pressed against the pain, fighting… whatever it was, allowing the thought to finally break free as I withstood the growing ache.

  The Spear of Longinus – the spear that had pierced Jesus’ side as he hung on the Cross. I’d also heard it called the Spear of Destiny, and I’d only consciously held it in another vision where I’d confronted a demon named Amira. I’d unknowingly forged the three broken pieces back together during a fight with another demon but had never held the re-forged weapon in the real world. Just in these visions.

  “Who are you?” I asked in a cautious whisper, glancing back up at the man as I pressed against the presence in my mind harder, gritting my teeth.

  The hold on my mind shattered at the
spoken question, and a flood of thoughts rolled over me, drowning out the presence that had been blocking me. I was in a strange vision of sorts. Or a dream.

  The man gasped, reaching up to his face to tear off the mask. He flung it to the bed with a violent gesture, and he abruptly changed. A muscularly-sculpted man in a kilt of braided white and silver leather strips stood before me, his now jaw-length hair brushing his chin as he stared at me in disbelief.

  “Callie…” he whispered, but it sounded like a question. “What are you doing here?”

  Nate Temple.

  And he was suddenly sprinting at me as if to save me, the marble floor crunching under his pounding feet like thin ice as he held out his hands, a desperate look of pain on his face.

  He froze in mid-step, and even the flames in the fireplace halted. As if I was now staring at a room-sized snapshot of what I had just lived. Like a framed picture, what appeared to be a wall of glass rested over the still image of Nate reaching out a hand to save me, only a few feet away.

  And in the glass, I could make out a faint reflection of myself superimposed on the scene.

  My face was dirtied, smudged, and sported several cuts.

  But the most startling aspect was the thick, white bandage covering my eyes, wrapped entirely around my head. Beneath the bandage, liquid silver trailed down my dirty cheeks, gently dripping off my chin to fall to the marble floor, like I was crying silver tears.

  I gasped, reaching up to my face, wondering if it was an illusion, but my fingertips touched the bandage and recoiled. It was real. My eyes were completely covered. But… how was I seeing anything with a bandage over my eyes?

  As I thought that, the room around me flashed silver, like a filter had been thrown over my eyes, turning everything into chrome lines like I was seeing it all in sonar. Then it snapped back to normal – or what passed for normal in this… place.

  A dream?

  A vision?

  I reached out to touch Nate’s outstretched hand on the other side of the glass, and it shattered, crashing to the floor in a pile of shards. Then the shards were gone, and the room as it had been moments ago stood before me – like I was reliving the moment.