by Mia Fox
Resurrected
Mia Fox
Evatopia Press
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Also by Mia Fox
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ISBN: 978-1-63099-005-3
Prologue
It is with much difficulty that I write this note and leave it tucked safely away in my bottle. It awaits the next person who will release me. I suspect that they would want to get to know me and hear about those who I have served. Yet, I’m afraid that my departure from my current Releasors will leave me with a terrible sadness that is sure to permeate my entire being, and result in my not being able to speak about my past for some time to come.
It’s apropos that as I write this, the morning fog still settles over Los Angeles, waiting for the sun to break through. It’s not unlike my disposition at the moment -- cloudy and tormented, and yet hopeful that the coming days will bring brighter news. It is with a heavy heart that I begin my story...
I had spent centuries avoiding the Romani Realms and yet here I was...willingly about to enter its chasm. I knew what I would find there -- trapped souls and the mysticism that fooled one into believing that evil was actually innocent. Still, I couldn’t let those thoughts overwhelm the task at hand. I had to risk everything or I would have nothing.
Just a few short months ago I was released by two seemingly ordinary high school girls, Charlotte and Samantha. Yet, ordinary was never an apt description for them. If the two of them had not possessed hidden talents, then Raven and Phineas, the demon gypsies who had plagued me for centuries, would never have orchestrated such atrocities against them, leading to this moment.
Although Phineas claims he never intended for Samantha to die, he is, after all, aligned with Raven, and therefore his intentions are circumspect. Yet even though I cannot fully trust him, I would be blind to not see the despair in his eyes at discovering that Charlotte succeeded in her quest to enter the Romani Realms to try and resurrect her best friend.
My requirement as a Genie was to serve both of my Releasors until either the third of their unselfish wishes was uttered, or the unthinkable occurred -- their death. The natural bravado of teenagers compelled Charlotte and Samantha to use up their first wish by making me prove myself. It was wasteful on their part and insulting to me, but nonetheless, I did as I was commanded.
We escaped using up the second wish when the girls prayed for each other’s safety. If only the outcome had been different. Even James, my Shade who has protected me through the ages, although we only recently became acquainted and... ahem...got to know each other on a more personal level...couldn’t know which girl was in greater danger.
Perhaps Raven orchestrated the confusion so that the inevitable would occur. Samantha’s death. Charlotte’s demise. Both gone. Both trapped in another realm.
With our attention divided between the two girls, it was as if we flipped a coin and later discovered that we chose incorrectly. So now, I’m forced to enter the Romani Realms with Raven by my side as the most unlikely of escorts. Each of us leaves someone behind -- for me it’s James and for her, Phineas, although whether his loyalties remain with her or have moved on to Charlotte remains to be seen.
Both Raven and I have something to gain by entering the Realms. I am determined to bring Charlotte and Samantha back. She is after the Amulet of Pollox, the source of power that allowed Charlotte to enter the Romani Realms in search of Samantha.
One thing is for certain...whether it is I or Raven who succeeds, one triumph will equal the other’s despair. This is the story of our journey.
Yours Truly,
Suki
Chapter One
I looked toward the bed, an iron, four-poster design with ornate scrolls and swirls at the headboard, beautiful by anyone’s standards, and yet it didn’t compare with the sight of James, more man than any I’ve known in over three centuries. He was without a doubt, the cherry on top of the sundae. Even though he was a Shade, my protector who watched over me, could read my thoughts, and move throughout time always escaping death, ironically, he still succumbed to slumber after our lovemaking. The melancholy that always hit me afterward struck me stronger than usual. I never liked saying goodbye, when his duties inevitably called him, but this time was different. I would be the one to depart.
I wandered aimlessly through my condo, a high rise in Beverly Hills with a view of the entire city, trying to stay busy by dusting photos and straightening knick-knacks. A picture of Charlotte and Samantha during happier times, their arms wrapped around each other’s necks threatened to bring a tear to my eye, but I needed to stay strong and focus on the task at hand. I wouldn’t let emotions bring me down because that’s what Raven expected of me. She was the demon gypsy who had chased after me for centuries and now, she hoped that I would fail the challenge ahead of me and remain in the Romani Realms for eternity, along with my Releasors.
I shook my head and reached for my bottle. “It’s just not going to happen. No siree, not even when cats fly.” I said aloud.
“What? No round two?” James’ honey smooth voice sounded behind me. I felt the strength of his biceps as his arms wrapped around my waist, and an involuntary chill as his warm breath tickled the back of my neck.
James had a way of making me smile in spite of my darkened mood. “I was giving myself a pep talk,” I said still staring at my bottle. “Just reminding myself that I’m not going back into my bottle until I make things right as rain.”
He turned me around to face him, and twirled a long brown tendril of my hair around his finger before gently placing it behind my ear. I rested my head against his strong chest and because he was still shirtless, I could easily hear his heartbeat. Any other time, the proximity of him in this state of undress would have led to suggestive banter, but given the circumstances I just inhaled deeply, willing the tears not to fall.
“Come on, Suki,” he coaxed. “Be strong.”
I straightened up and with resolve, smiled. “Here,” I said handing him my azure blue bottle. “I want you to look after this for me.”
He took it and traced his finger over the butterfly design, inlaid with colorful, sparkling stones that glistened in the light. “Okay, but it doesn’t mean anything other than it will look nice with my decor. You’re ready for this, you hear me? You’ve trained for it and you’ll be successful. Nothing to worry about.”
I gave him a feeble smile. “I know. It’s just a walk in the park.”
“That’s right. And I’ll be waiting on the other side in case you need me, but you won’t.”
He lifted my chin up, forcing me to stare into his clear, blue eyes. In addition to the fact that James was p
hysical perfection, an air-brushed version of man if there ever was one, there were advantages to being with him beyond running my hands through his mane of wavy brown hair, feeling the hardness of sinewed muscles under my fingertips, and being brought to the height of pleasure. With every intimate moment we spent together our bond to each other grew, making our telepathic connection stronger.
So...about round two? His voice sounded softly and seductively in my head.
I didn’t answer, but smiled so he would know that he was heard.
Or are you worried that I’ll have you pinned again?
The comment was a reference to the training that I was so fiercely undergoing. In the Romani Realms my powers were likely to be impaired and being physically on top of my game was imperative. Ha, worried! I’ll show him what worried means.
With one swift motion I spun around and wrapped my leg around the back of his knee and gave a hard tug. He went down immediately. Score one for me. But James was strong and after all, he was the teacher, so he didn’t go down without bringing me toppling on top of him. In spite of my intentions and early victory, round two would be a tie.
He immediately spun me over, pinning me to the ground with his legs straddling me and his hands holding my wrists in place on the floor. As his words had threatened, he had me pinned, his face staring into mine, his mouth close enough to reach with my own and yet, he kept it irritatingly away. I wiggled underneath him to no avail.
“Now what? Little minx?”
I focused my thoughts and ignored James’ proximity, putting the fact that he had one leg pressed between mine out of my mind. As if he knew what I planned, he inched his thigh upward, applying light pressure to tempt me even more. Desire started to fill me, but I had my pride.
Nice try. My thoughts reached out to him.
I’m not finished.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. A slight moan of pleasure escaped my lips as I pressed my hips against him. As James was being led to believe that I was falling for his misguided attempt at a seduction, I unleashed a powerful blast of wind, calling upon the element to distract him. The walls shook and with it, a framed picture fell. Items on my shelf sailed toward us, attempting to assault James into moving off me.
Only it didn’t work. I was forgetting that few things concerning me got past James and faking arousal was no exception.
“Uh-uh, no magic. You’re fighting like a girl.”
“Fine, I’ve got one last trick up my sleeve,” and in one swift motion, I did as I had been trained to do. Although James still had a hand on each of my wrists, I spread my arms wide, forcing his center of gravity to come forward, and then thrust my hips up hard and flipped over on top of him. Now who had the upper hand?
He could easily flip me over again, but with me seated on top of him as if James was my own stead, what would be the point? “So you do remember some Krav Maga moves,” he noted appreciatively.
“Oh, I’ve got moves, Sugar.” I ran my hand down James‘ chest, reveling in the tanned, toned muscles.
In response, his hands gripped my hips and maneuvered them back and forth, just as he liked. This was a time when I didn’t mind that James took the round. My worry over the upcoming days’ events had dissipated and I leaned forward to kiss him. His hands left my hips to hold my face. Our kiss became more passionate and this time, the sound that escaped my lips was in no means fabricated. Pure desire scorched through me, and as always, James knew just what I needed.
* * *
“You’re feeling better?” he asked throwing me a top that had landed behind the sofa, and sadly covering his torso with one of his own.
“Much. Thank you. You have a remarkable talent for getting my mind off my troubles.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist, easily encircling it, and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “I aim to please.”
“Enough of that. A girl can’t survive on kisses alone. Aren’t you going to feed me?”
“I’ve already instructed the chef to have your favorite soupe à l'oignon ready.”
“Such a light meal...are you trying to tell me something?”
James let his eyes roam over me. “You should know by now that you are perfection. The light meal is only the prelude to café gourmand.”
“Coffee? That’s it? I’m starving.”
“You are the doubting Thomas today. I thought I took care of that,” he said nuzzling my neck. “It’s what goes with the coffee. I’m referring to an array of bite-sized desserts. In your case, the chef has prepared three miniature puddings: a mini triangle of flourless chocolate cake, an eggcup-sized crème brûlée, and a clafoutis. So, shall we head downstairs?”
I nodded and followed James out of my condo and into the waiting elevator that would take us to my building’s lobby where a discreet door leading to the bar and restaurant that James owned was located. Maison 360 was designed like a 1920s speakeasy with dark paneling, plenty of cozy corners, and best yet, delicacies from around the world that weren’t easy to come by and yet, James always managed to locate them as evidence by the description of what awaited me. Time travel had its advantages.
But as we walked into the bar, my appetite was suddenly stunted with the sight of Phineas sitting in my favorite seat with two leggy blondes on either side of him. They looked to be about twenty-one with the sexual confidence of cougars as evidence by the fact that one had her hand on Phineas’ upper thigh and the other had an arm around his neck. He whispered into each of their ears, and they immediately left.
I thought about turning and leaving as well, but without even a glance in our direction, he spoke. “It’s about time.”
“I see that you’re not suffering from loneliness with Charlotte gone,” I seethed.
“I don’t even know them. They just...made themselves at home,” Phineas shrugged.
He was as handsome as ever so it was easy to see why he wouldn’t be alone at a bar, but still the sight of him with a girl other than sweet, seventeen-year-old Charlotte, when I knew how she had fallen for him and what the result of that infatuation had been for her, made me shake with anger.
“And you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask them to leave?”
“Suzette, everyone has their own ways of handling grief.”
My mouth dropped open with the implication of his words. Samantha had lost her life and Charlotte may have thrown hers away and for what? The mistake of falling for the wrong guy.
“What are you doing here?” I didn’t attempt to hide the hostility in my voice. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour. You two sure go at it.”
“Eww, you were listening to us? Wait a minute, you weren’t perched outside the window watching?” I said suddenly lunging for him.
Running a hand, from his head to toe, he indicated his human form with a flourish. “I’m all man.”
James shook his head, looking disgusted at the comment. Although truth be told, Phineas was gorgeous by any girl’s standards. His looks were more pretty boy than James’ rugged manly appeal. Phineas never seemed to have a hair out of place. His light brown locks had highlights of blond and dipped just over his green eyes. His jaw line was strong, but smooth unlike the stubble that graced James’ sexy features, and his high cheek bones gave him a model’s good looks. In fact, he looked like he belonged on the beaches of Malibu, posing for the latest Volcom or Quick Silver ad. Although he was a definite looker, he wasn’t James, who coursed with testosterone, but I was biased. It was impossible for me to overlook Phineas’ past treachery, even if he swore it was at the insistence of Raven.
James held me back, yet still shot Phineas a warning look. “You didn’t answer Suki’s question.”
“What you see is what you get. I haven’t shifted into bird form for a week. That doesn’t mean I’m immune to your thoughts. You’re connected to Charlotte and Samantha, and whether you believe it or not, I still love Charlotte and she was in love with me. It means that our mutual connection to her, gives each of us insight to ea
ch other. You see, Suzette, we’re practically relatives. Besides, you guys are loud.”
“Oh don’t be gross.” I had forgotten all semblance of Southern gentility and tried to wring my hands around his neck, but James reached an arm around my waist and held me in place by his side.
“Come on now,” James spoke in a soothing voice. “He can’t help that he’s an untrustworthy ass. He’s an abomination that is neither human nor supernatural. What can you expect of something that is created with dark magic? He’s not worth your energy.”
“That’s ripe coming from you, James. You’re king of the reincarnations. Been down to Atlanta lately to see Maebeline? I expect that she’s always willing to bring you back to life with a quick spell or potion. What I can’t wrap my head around is why you would be willing for Suzette to go into the Romani Realms alone.”
“Phineas, you don’t know anything about it.”
“And you don’t know what Raven is capable of down there. You think what she does here is bad? In the Romani Realms she can harness the power of any demon gypsy who has gone before her. You won’t survive it, Suzette.”
“Don’t you think I want to go with her?” James spouted back. It was the first time I had seen his anger take hold. “She will survive, but not if you put those negative thoughts into her head.”
“Ahh, right. Positive affirmations are going to save the genie from a gang of gypsy demons gunning for her.”
James looked ready to tear Phineas’ head off and I knew it was time for me to remember the manner in which I was brought up.
“Please, you two...we’re in a public place. Let’s put aside our differences...for Charlotte’s sake. If what you say about your feelings for her is true, then certainly you can agree to that, Phineas.”
He ran a hand through his hair and paced to the other side of the room, calming himself. James went behind his bar and poured himself a drink. By the time he had put one back, Phineas had returned and extended his hand to James.
