Bound By Darkness (Guardians of Eternity #8)(52)
Author: Alexandra Ivy

Obviously the effort to keep control of Rafael was taking its toll on him.

Or was it the damned spirit draining Tearloch’s power?

Either way, it was a dangerous situation that might very well kill the Sylvermyst if something wasn’t done.

Soon.

A pity he wasn’t about to let Ariyal help him.

Not if the hectic glow in the silver of his eyes and the big-ass sword he was currently pointing at Ariyal’s heart were any indication.

“I should have suspected that you would manage to cause trouble no matter how clever our plans,” Tearloch growled.

Ariyal forced a stiff smile to his lips. He had wanted to be a distraction, hadn’t he?

It looked as if he was roaring success.

Yippee ki yay.

“You know me, I can’t resist crashing a party.” He glanced down at the dust covering him from head to toe. “Sometimes literally.”

Tearloch’s jaw locked even as he tried to look as if he was indifferent to the considerable damage.

“It’s annoying, but nothing that can’t be repaired.”

Ariyal smiled. “In time.”

The silver eyes narrowed. “So you sacrificed yourself just to delay the inevitable?”

“But it isn’t inevitable, Tearloch.” Ariyal held his companion’s gaze. “Your mind has been twisted by those who only want to use you for their own glory.”

“No.” Tearloch shook his head with more force than necessary. “It’s your mind that has been twisted. That vampire has seduced you and stolen you from those who have always offered you their loyalty.”

Ariyal grimly refused to allow his thoughts to stray to Jaelyn. This wasn’t the time for distractions.

“But your loyalty wasn’t unwavering, was it?” he reminded his one-time friend. “You betrayed me.”

The bastard managed to look offended. “I didn’t betray you. I was only trying to protect our tribe.”

“Were you?” Ariyal gave a lift of his shoulder, knowing that he couldn’t force the man to accept blame for his treachery. “A pity then that they no longer trust you.”

Tearloch’s fingers tightened on the sword. “That’s a lie.”

“I heard them complaining only a few minutes ago. They fear you’re now the slave of your spirit instead of the master. And who could blame them? You obviously take your orders from the creature.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Ariyal folded his arms over his chest. “Then banish him.”

“I …” Tearloch licked his lips, his eyes nervously darting over Ariyal’s shoulder as if fearing the spirit might be hovering just out of sight. “I can’t.”

Ariyal swallowed a curse.

It was revolting to witness one of his people in thrall of a spirit.

“You see?”

“I need him to cast the spell to resurrect the Dark Lord.”

“There are other magic-users who could do the task just as well, if not better.”

“No.” Tearloch pressed a hand to his forehead. “We’re too close.”

Ariyal took a stealthy step forward. Tearloch was weary. Unfocused.

If he could just get close enough, he could strike.

“What happened to Sergei?” he asked, hoping to keep Tearloch off balance.

“I don’t know.”

“You could no doubt track him down and let him perform the ceremony.”

“Haven’t you heard me?” Tearloch lowered his hand, his face flushed. “It’s too late.”

“No, it’s not.” Ariyal took another step forward. “Let me help you.”

“You should really listen to your brother,” a voice mocked from behind him.

“Wizard,” Ariyal hissed, spinning around to fire two arrows directly in the center of Rafael’s chest. Predictably, the arrows passed directly through the bastard, but Ariyal noticed that the spirit briefly flickered, as if he’d been injured.

Something to remember.

“Don’t be hasty, Sylvermyst,” Rafael drawled.

“Hasty?” Ariyal curled his lips in disgust. “I should have destroyed you the moment I realized your power over Tearloch.”

Flames smoldered in his sunken eyes. “Ah, but I have something you want.”

Ariyal snorted. “You have nothing …”

His words died on his lips as the wizard gave a wave of his skeleton hand and pointed toward the wall of the tunnel. There was an odd glow; then a strange mist formed on the rock, revealing the image of a beautiful vampire in black spandex trapped in a small cave.

It was almost like watching her on a television with fuzzy reception, but there was no mistaking her identity or the fact that she was currently trapped in the cave where he’d told her the child was located.

“Jaelyn,” he breathed, his gut clenching with a sick dread as he watched her trying to claw her way out of the trap.

“I will say you have excellent taste,” Rafael taunted. “She is exquisite.”

“Damn you,” he rasped. “Release her.”

“If you insist.”

The wizard’s sinister laugh was like something out of a cheesy horror flick, but Ariyal wasn’t amused. Not when the bastard gave another wave of his hand and he watched in helpless horror as Jaelyn abruptly glanced upward, her eyes wide as the rock above her slowly parted and the early morning sunlight poured through the cave.

“ No.”

Pulling his sword from the leather scabbard, he launched himself at the wizard. Not that he truly believed he could hurt the spirit. As long as Tearloch allowed him to draw so deeply on his powers he was all but indestructible.

But any lingering sanity that he might have once claimed had been savagely stripped away as he watched Jaelyn being exposed to the dawn, and his black rage had no room for logical thinking.

Swinging his sword over his head, he was preparing to ram it through the wizard’s dead heart when Rafael muttered a harsh word of power and the magic slammed into Ariyal with shattering force.

One moment he was screaming for blood and the next a wave of darkness had swallowed him whole.

Chapter 15

Ariyal had always known he had a one-way ticket to Hell when he died. After all, it wasn’t as if he’d done anything to earn his way into a more luxurious afterlife.

But he hadn’t expected Hell to include a throbbing head and the sensation of sharp rocks digging into his back.

And he sure the crap hadn’t expected to be tormented by a stunted gargoyle who was leaning over him and smacking him in the face.