Crowned (Beholder #4)(58)

A thousand voices rang out in battle calls.

The ground rumbled with countless footfalls.

The skies darkened with flying birds of prey, all of them mounted with more fighters.

My fingertips brushed the Sword’s hilt and then, it happened.

The totem ring on my finger lit up with orange light. This was the band that had been given to me by Mlinzi and Walinzi, three days and a hundred years ago. I had just enough time to look over to Rowan. Mlinzi and Walinzi had transformed his mating band into an orange totem ring as well. And it was also lighting up with magick.

A haze of orange fog instantly surrounded us both. My body felt torn in a thousand directions at once as the totem rings launched their spells and transported me and Rowan away. Even so, I stayed focused on one thing.

The Sword of Theodora was in my grasp at last.

I wasn’t letting go.





Chapter Twenty-Seven




The next thing I knew, I stood in an orange jungle. A tangerine sun blazed down upon me. Humidity pressed in all around. I’d returned to the land of Mlinzi and Walinzi. Even better, my mate was here as well.

I gripped the Sword tightly against my chest. It wasn’t an easy movement, considering how my hands were still bound. “Rowan?” It was an effort to force out every word. “Do you remember me?”

The strong lines of his face melted into a massive smile. “Elea.” He gripped the cords around my wrists, tearing the heavy ropes apart like they were paper.

My heart soared with joy. My Rowan was back.

Tossing the Sword aside, I leapt up and wrapped my arms around Rowan’s neck. He gripped my waist, pulling me against him. We shared a feverish kiss that somehow gathered together everything beautiful in my life. Passion. Joy. Trust.

Lowering my arms, I laced my fingers with my mate’s. My soul craved us to share power. It was the most natural process in the world to pull fresh Necromancer energy into my body and then press it to Rowan’s. We quickly formed a loop of magick, the power swirling though both of us, brightening our skin with purple light as our mouths tangled in a deepening kiss. It was a perfect moment and I wanted it to last forever.

The ground shook once, then twice, as a pair of massive somethings landed nearby. Rowan and I broke our kiss to find Mlinzi and Walinzi towering over us. They were just as I remembered them: massive, tall, and orange.

“He looks delicious,” growled Mlinzi. “Can we have him for dinner?”

Walinzi swatted her brother on the shoulder, a movement that caused the nearby jungle trees to bend into the resulting wind. “Quiet now,” scolded Walinzi. “We’re about to be free from the threat of those two itsy bitsy tyrants.” She leaned down until her nose holes were inches from my face. “You have the Sword and your mate, along with some new knowledge. Tell me. Don’t you think your parents deserve death?”

I bit back a groan. In all the commotion, I’d forgotten how Mlinzi and Walinzi wanted me to murder the Sire and Lady. I turned to Rowan. “Meet Mlinzi and Walinzi. They’re rather intent on killing the Sire and Lady.”

Rowan wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “I know who they are. Now, I can remember everything that happened after these two took my memories. As for the request to kill, I don’t think we should do anything they wish, let alone commit murder.”

“Come now, little one.” Walinzi leaned back on her haunches. “We’re tricksters. We wanted to help you, but we had to do it in our own way.”

“Now you kill for us,” cried Mlinzi. “Kill!”

“You’re in no position to demand anything,” I said. “You still haven’t kept to your side of the bargain. Back at the Meadow of Many Gateways, the Martyr’s Comet is about to disappear.”

Walinzi pretended to be very interested in grooming her fur. “What of it?”

“My world is about to be destroyed. You promised me two things: the Sword of Theodora and the knowledge of how to heal the gateways.”

Mlinzi grinned, showing an impossible number of blade-like teeth. “You want to know how to cast spells with hybrid magick.”

“That’s right,” I said. “That was our agreement.”

After scooping up the Sword from the jungle floor, Rowan pulled me against him once more. I knew my mate. He was prepared to fight for this information, if needed.

Walinzi rocked on her haunches and laughed. The sound was so loud, a flock of tangerine-colored birds flew out from nearby trees. “She wants to know how to cast hybrid spells! Cast!”

Mlinzi hopped up and down, making the ground shake further. “She wants incantations! Ha!”

“What do you…” The words stopped in my throat as my mind reeled through everything I knew about hybrid magick. I’d noticed how Kila Kitu never used incantations to cast a spell. And based on how hybrid magick corrupted, everything about it seemed to work on intent. I focused on Rowan. “When you cast those cords with hybrid magick, how did that happen?”

“You mean back at the Skullock Passage?”

“Yes, when you saved me.”

Rowan’s eyes glazed over as he searched through his own memories. “I simply thought how much I wanted to save you.”

“That’s it. Hybrid magick works based on will. It’s an energy all to itself—its own life force”