Legacy
The Tri-Realms Saga: Book Three
K.C. King
Copyright 2012 K.C. King
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Dedication
For Blue.
A legacy of love and loyalty.
There will never be another you.
Table of Contents
Preface
Prologue – Omen
I – Qualms
II – Chaos
III – Conjecture
IV – Tensions
V – Confidantes
VI – Assembly
VII – Broken
VIII – Detachment
IX – Convolution
X – Deliverance
XI – Turbulence
XII – Shifts
XIII – Provocation
XIV – Influx
XV – Dynamics
XVI – Admissions
XVII – Paradise
XVIII – Afterglow
XIX – Divisions
XX – Betrayals
XXI – Testimony
XXII – Intercession
XXIII – Tactics
XXIV – Positions
XXV – Completion
Epilogue – Legacy
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Preface
What is it that makes a legacy become a legend – sparing it from a wasteland of obscurity until its remnants amount to no more than myth?
Is it dependent on the significance of the names and deeds of the previous generation or time? Or the flawed memories of the ignorant progenies to which it’s been entrusted?
Or, is it merely the case that every sacred lesson and truth is destined to be tainted with the opinions and judgements of each generation’s retelling?
Perhaps this is why we continue to repeat the mistakes of our forebears; blindly resuming the punishing cycle of grievous errors until finally, there comes a revolution.
Except that it is not a revolution – it is merely a resurrection.
A restoration of legacies lost.
Prologue – Omen
Eight days ago...
The bruised sky was the first sign. It always was. Only this time, I did not intervene.
Not because I didn’t understand its significance – in fact, quite the opposite was true: I immediately recognised the temporal fall out from my sister’s power. It had become an increasingly familiar sight over the past three months. But this time, I was utterly mesmerised by her stunning manipulation of the elements.
It was a grievous error for a mentor to make.
Had I not been so entranced by her, things might have turned out differently. My senses might have triggered more appropriate feelings of trepidation at Hannah’s unchecked bliss – and the light show that rivalled the best that Mother Nature had to offer. And perhaps, I could have prevented the treacherous act she would commit in the name of the mantle she craved.
But I did not.
Instead, as dual forks of lightning shattered the adjacent cliff face, I pulsed with her excitement.
“Careful,” I warned half-heartedly. “We probably shouldn’t draw any more attention to your growing power. The Order gets nervous about that kind of thing.”
Her eyes were like twin sapphires as she regarded me from her place at the foot of the pavilion. “Like we have to worry, Bree. As Erasmus’ only heirs, the Order will never touch us. And as soon as I ascend, I’ll be free to use my powers, and you’ll no longer have to mind me like a child.”
I surged with giddy exhilaration as she suffused me with excitement. “Hannah, it’s not that simple...” I began, but found myself unable to recall my exact train of thought as the sleet-like rain began to fall.
With a knowing smirk, she closed her eyes and I managed to catch but a whisper of her thoughts before she unexpectedly soared towards In Transitory.
Trying not to panic, I quickly followed suit, surrendering myself to my guardian senses as I shadowed her through the lower veil. Her energy was a flurry of activity; a myriad of half-formed thoughts that bombarded me in a blazing motley until, without warning, she dove towards the Balance.
“Hannah!” I cried, flinging my shield around her. “Are you insane? The force of the Balance will kill you!”
Her energy flared with the colours of my mantles, revealing her intense displeasure – and her perilous state of imbalance.
“Let me go, Bree. I can handle this.” Her glimmering aqua form exposed her frustration as she sought to free herself of my makeshift fortress, and my resolve wavered precariously under the weight of her will.
It was then that I realised my mistake: Hannah’s penchant for influence was far stronger than I had credited – and I had left myself wide open to her sway.
“Don’t,” I said weakly, though we both knew it was pointless. My shield had already begun to retreat in reflexive compliance, and Hannah was determined to ensure her success. Cradling my face in her hands, she established the necessary contact that magnified her control.
Bree, we’re blood. You’re only afraid because you want to protect me. But as my sister, you know you can trust me – the two of us must always stand together. Always.
She conveyed the words slowly, with an intensity that pierced my unshielded energy to its core. It left me in a state of utter flux: I was stunned at her use of guardian telepathy – an ability that my logic shrieked she should not have – while my every sense reverberated with her command, willing me to surrender.
I felt myself sag in involuntary submission, but still she did not relent. Her will continued to permeate my every fibre until it was almost impossible to discern her needs from my own, and I suddenly realised that we teetered on the brink of disaster.
Please, Hannah, I begged. You need to stop. You don’t understand how dangerous this is.
Still, she did not yield. Do you know this from experience? Or is this just another notion that the Order forces you to swallow?
My mind swam as I tried – and failed – to justify my position.
Sensing my vacillation, her energy flared. Come on, Bree! You and I both know that you can’t trust them – you almost wound up dead on their account! How can you allow their fear to dictate to you, now? My unascended status makes them nervous, but what if I could change that? What if they’re wrong and I can initiate my ascension by immersing myself in the Balance? Don’t you see? It could be the catalyst to a whole new future and change everything–
But I would never know the rest of Hannah’s argument.
Without warning, our link was brutally severed by the stunning amber vortex that engulfed us. Its onset was heralded by a single word, delivered in a lethally muted tone, but with such colossal force that Hannah was left writhing at my feet.
“Enough.”
My mind abruptly cleared as Sebastian’s outraged eyes appraised me. Are you alright?
I nodded as I hastily sought to reassemble my fractured composure. My chagrin was crippling, and in an effort to ease my discomfort, he turned and reluctantly offered Hannah his hand.
With a penitent smile, she accepted, but Sebastian made it clear that he was in no mood for tolerance.
“You should count yourself lucky that you’re in any state to stand,” he said ruthlessly as he helped her to her feet. “For had your careless outburst gone any further, you would have known none of my mercy.”
Hannah’s face burned. “I’m sorry, I just –”
Sebastian silenced her with a blistering glare. “Save your excuses for your sister. It’s for her benefit alone that I have spared you.”
I winced at the gut wrenching blow Sebastian’s words delivered, though the pain was not my own. His sentiments had cut Hannah deeply – far deeper than I had ever expected – and it made me realise just how much she yearned for his acceptance.
“Sebastian, stop,” I said soothingly, linking my hand with his. “I’m fine, and besides, I have to take my fair share of the blame since Hannah’s currently under my instruction. Things just got a little out of hand.”
For a long moment, Sebastian held my eyes. It was clear that he was searching for something, though what it was I couldn’t say. His guard was impermeable.
“If you say so, amata,” he eventually replied. But as he continued to address me, his eyes drifted to Hannah and he made no attempt to veil his warning. “Though I would advise you to always check that it is really you who is saying so.”
I – Qualms
“He hates me,” Hannah moaned as we lounged on the sparsely populated foreshore of Gunnamatta beach.
It was an atypically hot autumn day, the origins of which were highly suspicious given that both Sebastian and Alaik had insisted on hitting the beach despite the weather channel’s dire forecast.
“He doesn’t hate you,” I assured her, glancing to where Sebastian, Alaik and a handful of surfers bobbed amongst the breakers. “He’s just ... protective.”
“But I’m your sister. Surely he doesn’t think that I’d hurt you?” Hannah mused absently. “And there’s no way that you’d ever think that, right?” As her fingers grazed my arm, I was flooded with blinding reassurance.
“No, of course not,” I said, shifting slightly so that we no longer touched. My relief was instantaneous. “But look, Hannah, you need to let this go – it’s in the past.”
“Is it?” she pressed worriedly. “Because he’s hardly spoken to me since then...”
“He’s hardly been around since then,” I pointed out patiently. “There’s been a lot of turbulence in the Balance, and it’s kept all of us busy – especially the Scions and Supremes. Today’s the first time that Sebastian and Alaik have even seen each other in the Temporal Realm in almost two weeks; so really, don’t take it personally.”
Although she nodded, I sensed her reservation and renewed determination. Much had changed in the days since Hannah’s revolt, not the least of which was her adamant refusal to take part in any further instruction. I understood this to be her outward attempt to take a stand; to show that she was not enslaved by her abilities and that she was strong enough to control them. But underneath her calm assurances, I discerned her bitter struggle. The swirling forces within her begged to be acknowledged, and the only thing that staved them off was her desperation to succeed – which she oddly equated to Sebastian’s approval.
But so far, he had not conceded it. And this only fuelled her resolve.
It was a cruel juxtaposition involving the two people that I cared about most, and to which there seemed to be no simple solution –
Excepting the forgiveness that Sebastian uncharacteristically withheld.
Suppressing a sigh, I pushed my troubled thoughts aside and stretched out to savour the delectable heat of the sun and sand. It was a sensation that I had always loved, but now there was the added bonus that it reminded me of Sebastian. With a grin, I closed my eyes and welcomed my sun-infused stupor, where no worries plagued me and there was only the serenity of the moment.
That is, until an avalanche of icy droplets peppered me.
“Hey!” I cried, shielding my face with one hand as I squinted through the brilliant sunlight. When my vision finally cleared, I found Sebastian grinning down at me. At the sight of him, my heart stuttered. Water dripped from his gleaming caramel hair, sheening the muscular planes of his torso, where he playfully swiped the glistening beads onto my warming flesh. With mock annoyance, I waved my arms in an effort to deflect him, but his long fingers deftly wrapped around my wrists like twin shackles as he effortlessly tugged me to my feet.
“I think it’s time you got wet,” he growled playfully.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him, though my laughter belied my threat.
With a wicked laugh, he pulled me towards the breakers where Alaik skilfully rode the waves. I shrieked as my feet met the icy shore – a stark reminder of our off-season venture.
“No way, Sebastian! It’s freezing!” As if to emphasise my point, my teeth chattered violently, but it did nothing to deter him.
With a mischievous grin he placed his scorching hands on either side of my waist and hitched my legs around his torso. “Ah, but that’s the point.”
Laughing at my mortified expression, he waded out until the waves broke just below his chest, angling us so that he bore the brunt of the current as I wrapped myself around him. The stunning contrast of his scorching skin and the arctic water raised goose bumps on my flesh, but as he brought his lips to mine, my body ignited.
I love you, I avowed.
As I love you, he returned with equal fervour as his mouth crushed mine.
For a glorious time we surrendered to our desires, allowing our temporal surrounds to fall away until there was nothing but the two of us. But when an obscene chorus of wolf-whistles drifted across the breakers, our spell was thoroughly broken.
“Get a room!” A familiar voice taunted, emphasising his point with a generous dousing of salt spray.
“Alaik!” I shrieked as Sebastian unsuccessfully moved to shield me from the deluge.
With a mock salute, Alaik coasted along the breakers towards the shore.
Sebastian’s amber eyes glinted. “Oh, brother, you really shouldn’t have done that,” he growled, knowing full well that Alaik heard him.
With an affectionate shove, I sent him on his way. He made a beeline for the shore – though it pained him to maintain an appropriately human pace – while I took my time following him. As I waded through the waist-deep current, I spied the brothers wrestling like any twenty-something siblings might – with the exception that a careless move from either might leave a gaping fissure as a token of their exuberance.
Smiling, I scanned the beach to gauge Hannah’s reaction, but was surprised to note her absence. Puzzled, I opened my senses to broaden my search, and was stunned to find her several kilometres down the beach – balanced precariously on the edge of a rocky ledge. While this in itself was disconcerting, as I discerned her perilously morbid thoughts, my heart stabbed with dread.
Hannah, no! I cried, making no attempt to mask my horror.
I knew that she had sensed me, for I felt her subtle spark of recognition, but her resolute denial of her abilities meant that she offered no reply. Sickened, my focus shifted to Sebastian and Alaik, who were frozen, their faces etched in carbon copies of confusion as they discerned what distressed me. Mindful of the presence of nearby beachgoers, they carefully curbed their response, and I watched with no small amount of frustration as they broke into a brisk run, while I was left scrambling towards the shore.
Hannah, Hannah, please, I bumbled as I staggered through the waves. Don’t do anything rash. Sebastian and Alaik are on their way, okay?
At this, I sensed a subtle shift in her sentiments, a glimmer of anticipation amidst the gloom, though her stony silence persisted.
Upon reaching the shore, I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head before sprinting after Sebastian and Alaik. Although I knew their inherent speed and head start assured me little chance of catching them, I still did my best to close the distance. All the while my heart pounded in my ears, drowning out the strained exchange between Sebastian and my sister, and though I ran these local beaches several times each week, my legs felt like lead as I staggered along the shore.
Eventually, as the sand turned to rock, I spied them. Sebastian stood just a few metres from Hannah, who hovered on the ledge with her back to the churning rip that threatened to swamp them with every break. Alaik, however, lurked some distance back, and upon sighting me, lithely bounded my way.
By now, my anxiety and exertion made it hard to breathe; and although I could barely concentrate, I continued to hobble across the uneven ledge. I was utterly desperate to reach my sister, and it seemed that I would do anything to ensure that I did –
Even if it meant paying the ultimate price.
And so when I arrived at the razor-edged crevasse that separated us, I was totally prepared to take the death-defying leap to reach her; but Alaik’s awareness – and lightning fast reflexes – compelled him to intervene.
“Settle, Bree,” he scolded as his powerful arms snagged me. “Now is not the time to be reckless.”
I ignored him. “What are you doing?” I panted, trying – and failing – to free myself from his iron hold. “You should be helping Hannah!”
His pale indigo irises were troubled. “Hannah will be fine. Bastian’s with her.”
Confused, I looked past him to where Hannah stood – and what I saw made my blood run cold.
Sebastian no longer faced her. He had turned to watch the unfolding drama between Alaik and I, and as a result, he didn’t see the surging tide brutalise my sister.
But I did.
Instead, he witnessed my pure, unadulterated terror as I watched the foaming current clear, revealing nothing but an eviscerating void in the place where my sister had stood.
Before the merciless wash had claimed her.
II – Chaos
I didn’t hesitate.
Fuelled by surging adrenaline, in one swift movement I broke free from Alaik’s grasp and bounded over the jagged chasm. As I did, I vaguely noted a shooting pain radiate from my extremities, but it paled in comparison to Hannah’s crippling terror.
Help!
The sheer power of her anguish brought me to my knees, and it took every ounce of my determination to push me forward towards the ledge. I could no longer see Sebastian, but I sensed him searching for her, his sentiments characteristically self-assured as he powerfully trawled through the churning current.
In the meantime, Alaik had shifted to the rocky platform. He stood solemnly at its edge, his arms outstretched toward the water. As I clambered to his side, I was stunned to see the roiling tide begin to wane. Slowly it eased, lulling to a gentle swell before eventually submitting to a state of total stillness.
“Whoa,” I breathed, making no attempt to conceal my awe at the phenomenon I had just witnessed, but Alaik was in no mood to indulge me. With customary coolness, he ordered my retreat as Sebastian emerged from the glassy waters cradling Hannah’s lifeless form.
“Hannah,” I choked.
“Bree, listen to me,” Sebastian instructed in a low voice. “We need to find shelter from the fall out, immediately. Alaik must release the tide without delay.”
At his words, the ground shook ominously and my ears pained from the shifting atmosphere.
“I know where we can go,” I said, ignoring the burn of my battered feet as I hopped across the jagged foreshore. Within seconds we’d reached the base of the rocky overhangs, but just as we commenced our climb, the earth began to shudder and a rush of humidity descended.
“How much further?” Sebastian asked tersely.
My stomach tightened with the knowledge that his anxiety wasn’t prompted on account of physical strain. “It’s right there,” I gasped, nodding in the direction of the cavern I’d frequented as a youth.
But at Sebastian’s muffled expletive, I suddenly realised my error: I had relied on my childhood memories to assess the cave’s viability to offer us protection. And now, as we reached its narrow entrance, it was abundantly clear that it could scarcely shelter two.
We were left with only one solution.
“Go,” I ordered. “You need to project Hannah out of here.”
He shook his head. “She’s so weak that I’d have to take her on her own to ensure she survives. I can’t do that, Bree. I won’t leave you.”
The tone of his avowal brooked no argument, but despite his resolve the elements would not be denied their chance to revolt. Without apology the violent gale intensified, lashing us with all manner of coastal grit, and rousing Hannah’s pitiful cry.
Crouching down, I closed my eyes and backed into the cavern. “Sebastian, you have to go!” I screamed, pulling my knees to my chest and tucking my face in the hollow it created. Tears began to stream down my face as my eyes struggled to expel the gritty irritants that plagued them, while my head began to pound from the pressurising atmosphere.
Amidst the chaos, Alaik’s urgent sentiments pierced my thoughts.
Bastian, I can’t contain this much longer, he warned. Take Hannah and go. Now. I’ll take care of Bree.
The force of Sebastian’s reproach was staggering. Brother, how can you think to offer me such assurances, when you know you can’t protect her like I can? Absolving her of pain isn’t the same as healing her.
It won’t come to that, brother, Alaik retorted. Right now, the only person who needs healing is Hannah, and if you don’t leave soon, you might not save her. Despite your reservations, I know you don’t want that.
At this, Sebastian hesitated. It was a disarming act that exposed his inner turmoil, and suddenly, I understood.
Sebastian, I offered gently. Choosing to leave ... choosing to save Hannah ... it’s not a choice to abandon me. I know your heart, and I love you. No choice will ever change that.
At my words, his love and gratitude engulfed me, swamping me with such ferocity that I was left barely conscious of his departure – until another crushing force came. Eventually, I deduced that Alaik had released his temporal stronghold, and had sprung to shield me from the devastating fall out that now sought to annihilate us.
Hold on, Bree. I’ve got you. Although Alaik conveyed his sentiments with characteristic confidence, it did little to alleviate my fear.
My stomach lurched as the deafening roar of the cyclonic gales assaulted our tiny refuge. The narrow cavity reverberated in violent protest of our survival, and my instincts shrieked at me to flee. I began to thrash about wildly, ruled by my need to escape the hideous barrage until I no longer registered Alaik’s vice-like restraint or urgent pleas for calm.
And then, everything seemed to fade. My every sense muted – so much so that I barely registered my ears erupt in sudden pain, or the sickening warmth that slid down my neck. Instead, I vaguely pondered each sensation, but found myself unable to formulate a reason for concern; and so I contentedly lost myself in my musings until eventually I was roused by a distant call.
Bree?
Hmm?
Open your eyes. Look at me.
It was a struggle, but I eventually pried open my gritty lids. After a few watery blinks, I zeroed in on Alaik’s pale irises.
How do you feel?
I smirked. Like you have to ask.
But for some reason, my joke didn’t amuse him. In fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect.
His ivory brow furrowed. The fall out has passed, so we can leave now, but we’ll have to go by traditional means. Our temporal manipulations caused quite a disruption in the Balance, and I don’t want to risk any further fall out by projecting us home.
Okay, I replied, confused by the gravity of his tone. But why are we using guardian link if the fall out’s so unpredictable?
He froze. Unfortunately, we have no other option.
I stared at him blankly. What?
His indigo eyes implored me to trust him as his fingers hesitantly traced the hollow of my jaw. Oddly, I noted the absence of his typically cool touch, and as he moved to show me his hand, my stomach clenched.
His fingertips were slicked with blood.
It happened during the fall out, he explained. I couldn’t stop the pressure....
In response, I gingerly lifted my trembling hands to my neck, but as they inched towards my ears, he caught them. Don’t, he entreated, his indigo eyes grave. It’s ... better if you leave it.
I nodded absently, a persistent humming abruptly claiming my focus.
For some reason, I can’t seem to stop that, either, he mused regretfully.
For a split second his words confused me, and then it dawned on me: Despite my temporary deafness and abraded body, I was comfortable.
And it was because of Alaik.
Although he continued to buffer my senses, I was deeply moved by his compassion. Thank you.
For a long moment he studied me, his pale expression torn. Despite my tenuous awareness, I knew that he searched my energy, but all I could hope to offer him was my earnest appreciation.
But that wasn’t what he had longed to find –
And he made that fact abundantly clear as he dropped my hands and scuffed away.
III – Conjecture
After restoring my battered body, Sebastian had insisted that I take a leisurely bath, and now, I was glad that I had heeded his advice. As I stepped from the claw-foot tub, I felt thoroughly rejuvenated.
“Better?” he asked, wrapping me in a thick towel.
“Much,” I murmured into his broad chest.
“Good,” he smiled, dropping a tender kiss on my forehead.
For a long moment we held each other silently, and as we did, I sensed a familiar energy nearby.
“Erasmus is here?”
I felt Sebastian nod. “He wanted to make sure that the two of you are okay. He’s with Hannah as we speak.”
“Is Lucas coming?”
He tensed. “No ... Lucas had to attend to an urgent matter of the Order.”
With a thoughtful nod, I reluctantly freed myself and padded into the sprawling closet. As I donned my favourite charcoal sweats, Sebastian’s stilted revelation served to break the heavy silence.
“I’m going to have to change my approach with Hannah. Things can’t go on the way they have been.”
I paused, mulling over his words before zipping up my hoodie and wandering back out to the bedroom. There, I found Sebastian standing by the window, his expression brooding as he stared outside. Chewing my lip, I made my way across the room to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed.
“I’m not entirely sure what to make of that statement,” I admitted. “The fact that you say you ‘have to’ change things with Hannah makes me feel like this isn’t exactly your choice.”
When he turned to me, his tawny gaze was guarded. “You’re right. I’ve been forced to make this decision in light of today’s events.”
“And so what exactly does this mean?” I pressed.
His looked at me steadily. “I will do everything within my power to protect you. I won’t let anything or anyone jeopardise your safety.”
“Sebastian, she didn’t jump. It was an accident.”
“Her being on that ledge is beside the point,” he returned sharply. “I failed you. That’s the point.”
“You didn’t fail anyone,” I insisted. “You saved Hannah from certain death –”
In the blink of an eye, he was at my feet, cupping my face fiercely. “Do you really not see it, amata? My actions cost you dearly, and I loathe myself for it.” His muted voice was strained. “Through Alaik, I watched you suffer, and all the while I knew that my failings had caused it...” His amber eyes blazed. “There are no words to describe that, Bree.”
Without warning, he launched to his feet and began to pace restlessly. “On account of my mantle, I’ve witnessed great suffering in my lifetime,” he said, turning to reveal his tortured expression. “But I assure you, none of it bears any comparison to the utter torment that I experienced today.”
My eyes stung with unshed tears. “Sebastian, don’t.”
Suddenly, he was before me again, his hands gripping my shoulders. “I hate that I failed you, amata. I won’t ever allow it again, especially on her account.”
My jaw dropped as I grasped his meaning. “Are you honestly trying to blame Hannah for this? Sebastian, she made a stupid decision, but her despair was genuine – I felt it. She’s desperate for you to accept her, and she doesn’t understand your reservations. And quite frankly, neither do I. If Hannah was the Dissident, I would have seen her malicious intentions.”
“Would you, amata?” he pressed. “How can you be so sure? For if her thoughts and feelings are so transparent to you, how did she ever manage to get to that ledge today without your knowing so?”
I stopped. For some reason, I had drawn a total blank; and although I was sure that there was a perfectly logical answer to his question, I utterly failed to find it.
In sheer frustration, I pushed past him and stalked to my dresser where I sullenly began to rake out my tousled mane. Though I sensed his eyes on me, Sebastian made no comment. Instead, he quietly returned to his place by the window.
Scowling, I continued to attack my mahogany tresses, tying them into a sleek ponytail that breezed across my shoulders as I whirled to face him. He was guarded as he considered me, and I did my best to mirror his expression as I finally addressed him.
“I don’t have an answer for you, yet, Sebastian. I don’t know why I didn’t sense her despair until it was almost too late, but I do know what I felt when I finally did, and there was nothing sinister about it.” Cautiously, I crossed the room to where he stood. “I know you’re worried, but I just don’t think you need to be. Even if Hannah were influencing me, she wouldn’t be able to sway Alaik – or Erasmus. If Hannah was the Dissident, we would know.”
An absent smile ghosted across his features. “Would we? Erasmus is hardly impartial in this situation, given his connection to the two of you; and as for Alaik ... well, he has reasons of his own to hide his suspicions,” he said looking at me meaningfully.
I shifted uncomfortably. “That’s ridiculous.” To show how absurd I found his suggestion, I laughed –
But it sounded off.
He raised his eyebrows sceptically. “I think we both know it’s not. The intensity of Alaik’s regard for you rivals my own, and if you recall when we first met, I was prepared to go to any length to be with you. Is it so hard to imagine that Alaik would do the same?”
I shook my head. “It’s not the same. You knew I wasn’t the Dissident, and so you tried to protect me. What you’re suggesting now is that Alaik’s prepared to ignore his beliefs by covering up that Hannah’s the Dissident, just so he can let you be the bad guy, and hope that’s enough to divide us. And then, at some point he’ll just dive in and take your place. Don’t you see the major flaw in that theory? Eventually, Alaik would have to admit what he knows about Hannah, and then – even if by some miracle he had succeeded and we were together – it would be over.”
Sebastian held my eyes. “Unless you were bound. There’s no over – other than death – once energies are bound.”
I stared at him, incredulous. “Surely, you’re not serious?”
But he only shrugged.
I licked my lips nervously. My stomach was a knot of mixed emotions: I deeply valued Sebastian’s opinion, but for some reason, I simply couldn’t accept that he was right. Other than not having ascended to the Balance, there was nothing about my sister that warranted suspicion; and I found his suggestions about Alaik to be simply too far-fetched – even for Alaik.
Sensing my emotions, he blew out a long sigh. “You’re unconvinced.”
I offered him a rueful smile. “I’m sorry, I just don’t see it.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Will you at least promise me one thing?”
I waited patiently for him to continue.
“Even if we don’t agree and my actions seem questionable, promise me that you’ll always remember I love you and I only want what’s best for you – regardless of how convoluted the circumstances.”
The vehemence of his words was staggering, and I’d barely managed to accede, when he claimed me. The ferocity of his embrace propelled me to the dizzying heights of his amber enlightenment, and I ached to remain in his nirvana. But he would allow me just a taste, as in an act of eviscerating restraint he abruptly severed our connection –
And I was alone.
IV – Tensions
When I finally managed to regain my composure, I headed to the kitchen and downed a copious amount of water. The house was eerily silent, and as I peered outside towards Hannah’s abode, I became thoroughly engrossed in mentally rehashing my most recent conversation with Sebastian.
“A penny for your thoughts,” a droll voice invited.
I had completely failed to sense Alaik’s presence, but his words jolted me to action. With a panicked gasp, I whirled around – launching my now-empty tumbler with startling accuracy. As it clipped the edge of the refrigerator it exploded, showering Alaik in a myriad of razor-sharp slivers.
For a minute, we stared at each other in stunned silence.
“Nice arm,” he observed wryly.
I continued to gape at him. “Sorry,” I squawked.
He held out his arms and shrugged. “No harm done.”
Indulging my curiosity, I moved to inspect them. Sure enough, despite his proximity to the ricocheting shards, he bore not the slightest mark.
“Lucky,” I muttered, heading to the laundry to collect the dustpan and brush. When I returned, Alaik plucked them from my hands.
“Allow me,” he said coolly, dropping to sweep up the shattered mess. Somewhat perplexed, I waited by the laundry entrance, watching him in silent contemplation. As he passed to dispose of the broken contents, I finally spoke.
“You were shielded.”
“Yes,” he agreed tersely. He took his time returning the dustpan and brush to its holder.
“Why?”
“Does there have to be a reason?” he challenged.
I narrowed my eyes. “With you, there usually is.”
He smirked. “I suppose I deserve that.” The tension between us was palpable as he stepped toward me. “But what if I insisted you’re wrong?”
For a long moment, we eyed each other. He stood so close that his cool breath ruffled my hair and I could see the intricate patterns of his irises.
Eventually, I found my voice. “I’d say I don’t believe you.”
In an effort to escape the mounting tension, I abruptly returned to the kitchen and began to brew a batch of my signature punch. All the while, I sensed Alaik’s eyes on my back, and I struggled to concentrate under the weight of his stare. When I finally finished, I helped myself to a tumbler and shifted to a remote corner of the kitchen.
“Fresh juice?” I offered, gesturing to the mixture.
With an obliging nod, he poured himself a glass then returned to the opposite side of the room. As I sipped the tangy blend, I watched him over the rim of my glass and was surprised to note his amused smile.
“What?” I demanded.
Ever so slightly, his smile widened. “I should irritate you more often if this is the result. It’s delicious, Bree.”
“Thanks,” I said grudgingly. “It’s better when I make it in a good mood.”
This seemed to entertain him, though he offered no comment. With a frustrated sigh, I drained my glass and moved to grab the pitcher, when he promptly inserted himself in front of me.
“Why won’t you just ask me what you want to know?” he demanded.
I stiffened. “Because I know there’s no point. You won’t answer me – at least, not honestly.”
His eyes seemed to penetrate me to my very core. “Perhaps you should test that theory.”
I swallowed. “Fine. Why were you were fully shielded, earlier?”
His glare intensified. “That’s not what’s bothering you most, and you know it.”
My heart stuttered nervously.
“Ask it, Bree. I’ll give you the answer.”
Squaring my shoulders, I glared at him defiantly. “No, you won’t – and you’ve proved it by refusing to answer the question I’ve asked you twice now!”
With an irritated sigh I tried to angle past him, but he deftly mirrored my movement. As I ploughed straight into him he made the most of the situation – setting down his glass and shrewdly pressing my body to his.
“Let go of me,” I hissed, trying – and failing – to put some distance between us.
“Not until you admit that you’re bothered by what Bastian said. You’re dying to know if he’s right. Admit it, Bree. Ask me if it’s true.”
“Why? So you can continue to avoid answering me?” I huffed as I impotently struggled against him. “Stop playing with me, Alaik. You’ll never tell me what I want to know.”
“And what exactly’s that?”
Both of us froze as Hannah’s amused tone drifted through the kitchen window. Somehow, our fixation with each other had resulted in us entirely failing to notice her approach.
Immediately, Alaik released me.
“Hey,” I said half-heartedly, as Hannah led Erasmus inside.
“Bree,” Erasmus answered indulgently, planting a paternal kiss on each cheek. “May the Balance restore you.”
“And you, Erasmus,” I smiled. “How are you?” I added worriedly, noting the subtle depletion of his energy.
“Better now that our Hannah has recovered. That was quite a scare.”
“I know,” I agreed. My eyes flicked to Hannah, whose speculative gaze shifted from me, to Alaik, and then finally rested on me.
“We didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said with a slow smile.
“You didn’t interrupt anything,” I said a little too quickly. “I was actually just about to bring you out something to drink.”
“Where is Sebastian, anyway?” Hannah asked pointedly.
“Uh,” I stalled, surprised to realise that I wasn’t exactly sure.
“He’s with Lucas,” Alaik inserted smoothly.
“Oh,” Hannah smiled shrewdly, but made no further comment.
I frowned, perturbed by her inference, but she assiduously avoided my glare. Instead, she turned to link arms with Erasmus. “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your arm,” she apologised sweetly. “I’m still a bit woozy from today.”
He patted her arm fondly. “Not at all. I’m always happy to help you, my girl.”
Although the words were spoken lightly, there was something about the exchange that I found unusual. And then, as I studied her, I noticed something else: There was a certain vitality, a vibrancy about her energy that I’d only ever witnessed amongst those who had ascended to the Balance. The very fact that she now displayed it should have been impossible, and I immediately worried about its significance.
But as Hannah’s doe-like eyes met mine and a radiant smile lit up her features, I hurriedly dismissed my reservations. I did my best to reflect her expression, though I utterly failed to match her enthusiasm, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Instead, her smile widened, and I became increasingly irritated that I’d allowed Sebastian’s paranoia to colour my thoughts.
“Is everything alright, Bree?” Hannah asked serenely.
“Hmm?”
She shrugged. “You seem upset.”
“Oh,” I said awkwardly. “No, I’m fine.”
In an instant, she was beside me, linking her arm through mine. As usual, her touch served as a stunning conduit of her will, and despite my guard, I was forced to steady myself against the onslaught. “Hannah, your strength....” I gasped.
She squeezed my arm emphatically. “I know. Erasmus says I’m as good as ascended.” She threw him a dazzling smile, which he promptly returned, but as she whirled back to me, she resumed her air of concern. “Now,” she said, adopting an authoritative tone as she tugged me down the hall to the living room. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on,” I insisted as we each claimed an end of the sofa. “And even if there was, this is hardly the time or place to talk about it,” I added with a pointed glance towards the kitchen.
She grinned mischievously. “Oh, I’m pretty sure there’s a way around that...”
I rolled my eyes. “Nice try, but only the Scions and Supremes can fully shield.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
I stared at her blankly.
She shifted closer. “What if I told you that I could encrypt our energies in a way that makes them undetectable?”
My eyes widened. “Then I’d ask you how you could possibly know that you could do that,” I responded carefully.
She paused dramatically. “Because I’ve done it before.”
And that was when it hit me.
“Is that how you got to the ledge without me knowing?” I whispered.
Mistaking my shock for awe, she nodded triumphantly.
My anger flared. “So, what? That was some kind of test?”
Her smile vanished. “Of course not!” she cried. “What kind of question is that?”
“A valid one, I’d say.”
She fidgeted nervously. “Look, what happened today ... it was an accident. I only wanted to make a stand....” She bit her lip. “I was desperate, and I know it was wrong, but I had to do something! You think you know how bad it’s been for me, but you have no idea. I’m no more immune to Sebastian than any other person. I want him to like me as much, if not more, than anyone else who crosses his path, but he makes it clear that he can’t stand the sight of me. It kills me.”
Despite myself, I softened. “I know it’s been hard, and I’m not excusing him, but ... this whole situation has been hard for Sebastian to come to terms with.”
She continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “For once, I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to know how I felt – that I’m no different to you.”
“He does see you, Hannah,” I said gently. “He’s more aware of you than you know.”
Her eyes were glassy as she spoke. “Maybe ... but I had to know that if it came down to it, he really would ... and he did! He chose me!”
My stomach tightened. “What did you just say?”
She stiffened. “He saved me?”
My heart began to pound. “No. You said he chose you.”
Her eyes widened innocently. “I-I ... there’s no need to get upset, it was just a figure of speech –”
“I’m not upset,” I said tersely. “But you’re clearly avoiding the question.”
She sighed. “What I meant to say was that it was a big deal to me that he chose to save me ... he just as easily could’ve not.”
“He was always going to save you, Hannah,” I said neutrally. “That’s what Sebastian does.”
Her eyes flashed. “You say that like it’s such a given, when he treats me like I’m Satan’s spawn.”
“Like I said, it’s more complicated than that.”
“Is it?” she countered, shifting closer. “I guess I wouldn’t know since you’ve never explained it to me.”
“It’s not my place to explain it. I don’t speak for Sebastian.”
She snorted. “Right.”
I scowled, but made no comment.
Without warning, she moved to take my hand –
But I was faster.
“Don’t,” I warned her, throwing up my shield and allowing the full force of my mantle to manifest. “Don’t you ever try to control me.”
Her shock was plain. “I-I wasn’t going to,” she whispered. “I just –”
I raised my hand to silence her. “You might be able to disguise your thoughts, but your ability is far from perfect, especially when an energy reader is aware of it. I saw through your pretences to your true intentions – and influencing me to tell you what you want to know is not okay, no matter how desperate you are.”
“Okay,” she said pitifully, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Despite myself, my anger began to wane. “Don’t cry,” I said softly, but my gentler tone triggered her floodgates to open, and before long her cheeks were streaked with tears. Sighing, I reached for a box of tissues, which she gratefully accepted.