Chosen Fool (Forever Evermore #5)(83)
My lips lifted at his attempt at humor. “Sin would have fun with that.”
He blinked. “And make sure you tell Sin where you’re going so he doesn’t go batshit crazy.”
I did laugh at that. “As if I would leave without warning him.” My eyes opened wide. “I mean, I don’t want you dead.”
Cocky eyebrows rose, and he deadpanned, “Not today, anyway.” His head tilted, all seriousness returning. “Make sure to call me, or whatever it is you do from there, a couple of times a day to let me know you’re okay.”
I stared for a moment. “Old worrywart.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
I was utterly spent from the conversation that finally happened four days later with the middle-aged Guardian, who was plagued by madness from the feedback of the Shadows. Some spirits were much more sensitive to the evil living throughout the world, eventually breaking. The evil ate through their minds continually.
I sat on the beach at the Temple, staring out at the blue water, wearing a bikini. I was trying to relax while other spirits sunbathed around me. I lay back on my white towel, petting Isolde softly, and waved a glowing hand. A screen opened in front of me, blocking the sun from my eyes. I asked for King Collins.
I instantly heard many loud voices from the neon blue screen, which was odd since it was the middle of the night there. “King Collins?”
“Caro?” King Collins asked, his tone urgent.
I finished the call and peered hard at the screen, trying to figure out what I was seeing.
The Elders, Rulers, and Prodigies were pressed together in a large mass.
“What’s going on?”
His nostrils flared. He was still dressed in casual, trendy clothing. “We’re being f*cking attacked again.” I instantly sat up, the screen moving with me. His eyes shot behind me, and everyone on the screen also stared at all they could see on my side, as they had been doing with every other call I’d made in the past four days. King Collins growled, “While you’re sunbathing, Prodigy, Roselle, Reese and the Guardians have been fighting for the past three hours. While we’re stuck in this damn protective circle.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Elder Farrar stated. “I may have a solution—”
“I’m on my way,” I muttered, cutting him off and jumping to my feet, knocking sand off my body. “I’ll be there in a second.” I waved a glowing hand, cutting off the image. I grabbed Isolde, opened my Core, and pulled us through the ether. I ended up standing in the Elemental foyer wearing only a hot pink bikini, with Isolde in my arms. The night was dark outside the windows. I instantly placed Isolde on the floor and started racing toward the Shifter section of the building where it had appeared they were.
It didn’t take me long to feel the chill in the air, pulling goosebumps along my flesh.
I opened my Core again, floating then flying through the cosmos. I took two platinum handled daggers, the twelve-inch blades wickedly curved and made of pure diamond, reminding me of Arabian weaponry. These were another two of my favorites since I still hadn’t retrieved my short swords from Elder Merrick. One day—hopefully—I wouldn’t find him so intimidating.
Charging through the hallways, I started to glow dimly, ethereal, as I pulled on my power.
Icy wind whipped in a frenzy around me now.
I followed the shouts, coming to a stop inside one of the Shifter gaming rooms.
The picturesque windows were blown out on one side of the room.
There was a small force of armed spirits covered in black blood, fighting the horde of Shadows. The group of Royals were in the far corner, inside a golden protection being held together by the Mages of the group. A few of the Shadows were banging on the protection wall, shrieking loudly when it appeared to hurt them but relentless in their pursuit.
My blood boiled. I was pissed off.
I walked in a calm fashion behind the first Shadow and sliced its head off with my glowing blades. Black blood splattered my face and chest. I instantly ducked below an incoming fist from an aggressive Shadow, stabbing another Shadow in the heart, before cutting off the attacking one’s head. My movements were smooth and flowing, precise hits until the throng trying to break through the protective golden bubble was dead. Lifting my glowing eyes calmly, I wiped black blood dripping into my eyes from my forehead. I pointed a glowing dagger at King Collins’s mute form. “I know you want out but don’t even think about it.”
Elder Fergus tilted his head, his arms crossed and his amber eyes glowing. He flicked a finger at me. “Fuck the mud wrestling.” His tone was hoarse. “This is a hundred times better than the internet.”
King Collins blinked. “Seriously? That’s what you say right now?”
One simple word. “Yes.”
King Collins waved his hands up and down my frame. “She’s got black blood all over her, or whatever that shit is.”
“Not really what I would have expected, but I’m sadistic enough to say, hell yes.” Green eyebrows lifted. “I am a virile man, and I can appreciate a fine form when I see it.”
My lips twitched. I kind of liked this Elder. He was very sure of himself.
Elder Venclaire slammed a hand on his shoulder and rolled his eyes at the earth Elemental. He motioned behind me while keeping a hand firmly on Elder Fergus’s shoulder. “You might want to pay attention to what’s happening behind you, Ms Jules.”