Chosen One (Forever Evermore #6)(33)
The robed man chuckled merrily. “You defend him even after what he’s put you through while you’ve been here?”
My finger hovered on squeezing the trigger. “Who are you?”
He shrugged. “I’m Elder Harcourt.” He waved a robed hand. “Now, put the gun down before you get hurt.”
My breath caught in my chest, the gun shaking a bit in my hand, and I quickly lowered it, knowing utterly this Mage—the most powerful Mage in the world—wasn’t lying. The three around me were making choking noises as they tried to get free from this state, but he was too powerful. Oh, God. If he was here to take me back, I sure as hell wanted to be taken, nothing here in this lifetime worth a damn anymore. “Elder Farrar thought I was meant to be here.” I licked my lips. “But…are you here to take me back?” Fear and anguish ripped inside me, heartbeat pounding just as hard as my lungs were, afraid he would say no.
Elder Harcourt’s hooded head nodded a bit as he hobbled closer to me. “Yes, it’s time for you to return to your time, your stretch here done.” I heaved a broken, exultant sigh, feeling faint as he moved, somehow managing to keep that hood so I couldn’t see him. I heard him inhale heavily before he blew hard, a shimmering gold floating from under his hood directly over me, falling down onto me in a floating mist, and suddenly, my clothes felt different, my purse over my arm heavy with the gun no longer in my hand, and my hair I could see was white with pink streaks. The frozen three around me went mute, their gazes stuck on the me of the future, my clothes exactly as I had left the future in, not a big difference than what I had been wearing a moment ago, except for my hair.
“There. Much better,” Elder Harcourt stated cheerfully, and began walking behind me, his hood still low on his face, but he paused. “Any last words for those here, young lady?”
My gaze landed on Elder Merrick’s, and somehow, even frozen, he managed to stare back at me with as much hatred as I felt for him. My lips curved the barest bit, a purely feral gleam, and I flipped him off. “See you in the future, asshole.”
Elder Harcourt chuckled grandly behind me.
Elder Merrick made a loud, deep gurgling noise that sounded remarkably like, “Can’t wait, bitch.”
My lips only stayed curled as I watched him with furious glowing eyes while a remarkably strong arm wrapped around my waist from behind for how slow his steps had been, and his hooded head dipped down toward me, murmuring, “This’ll just take a moment.”
A flash of bright gold erupted around the two of us, and then we were inside a serene golden shimmering escape of nonentity, glittering and majestic, beautiful and powerful, so damn prevailing, it stole my breath. My eyes stayed wide open, and a second later, I was standing on the sidewalk of Choep, New York, gunfire and explosions erupting around me. “There you are. Back home.” A flash of gold behind me, and he was gone.
I was riding in the back of a limo.
With Sin.
In 2035.
The violence on the street had quickly halted as my guards Frost and Farley, the only two left alive, and Sin, had killed the last of the men under Philip Masterson’s payroll. Elder Harcourt had placed me almost exactly where I had been taken from only what appeared to be minutes after I had been assaulted. The MIA arriving on the scene within ten minutes of the fighting started, Sin’s car having been demolished in the explosions, so we were in one of the MIA limos.
I hadn’t spoken yet, chaotic thoughts swirling through my mind, trying to decipher certain issues, and even a bit of confusion at the difference in this 2035 time compared to the past—technology, and the general pace, much different here, that slowly righting itself as I kept a firm grip on my control. Sin sat directly next to me with his arm firmly around me, obviously worried, done trying to get me to speak, his confusion clear from what had happened to me when I had disappeared. My hands were tightly clasped on my lap as we traveled back to the manor, King Collins having been phoning like mad to Sin. My cell phone was in my purse, but it was obviously dead, Sin communicating with him every few minutes that we were alright and on our way home.
Exiting the limo eventually, I stared at the manor for long moments, never believing I would be so damn joyful at seeing it again, before I allowed Sin to usher me inside, both of us hearing the commotion of the Elders and Rulers and spirit Elementals and Prodigies from a formal living room down the hall. Sin tightened his grip on me, his hold already brutal, and marched us straight back to the room, Frost and Farley, following directly behind.
“We obviously can’t find him, so we need to hurt him any way we can! We take down his goddamn businesses. Take away his fucking money supply. Take away his funding.” Elder Jacob’s voice demanded loudly as we neared the open French doors. “We can’t just stand around and let him continue to attack us.”
“I agree we need to do something, but he will absolutely go into hiding if we do such,” Queen Ruckler stated clearly. “I want that bastard dead. Not just his businesses.”
Fergus’s voice sounded, and my shoulders stiffened, my control almost slipping as my heart rate started to speed, his tone loud and gruff. “They should be here by now. Call them again.” A pause. “And why the hell isn’t her cell phone working? Are you sure she wasn’t injured?”
Elder Zellers voice, stating calmly, “They’re coming down the hallway now.”