Burning Skies (Guardians of Ascension #2)(26)
Author: Caris Roane

But Alison laughed. “I can see how this is going to go for the next millennium. I’ve become cupbearer to the queen, haven’t I? The messenger who usually gets shot?”

Medichi smiled, and some of his tension dissipated. “You’re the one who said you were a Guardian of Ascension. I heard it with my own ears. I’m sorry, Alison, but some shit-jobs just come with the territory.”

She responded with another laugh. “No doubt it would be best if I went to her.” But she turned to Havily and gave her shoulder a squeeze at the same time. “You okay with that?”

Havily pulled out of her arms and nodded. “Thank you, Lissy. I am. You’ve been a great help. Antony will take care of me.”

Alison’s gaze returned to him, and once more she smiled. “There is no finer warrior than Medichi. Just don’t tell Kerrick I said that. He gets a little … jealous.”

Medichi laughed. “Sorry. Can’t guarantee that. Your breh is so damn powerful that it’s always good to take him down a peg or two.” Kerrick had been to hell and back when Alison had showed up a few months ago. Medichi had watched him suffer unimaginable torment beneath the pull of the breh-hedden. But Alison had been worth it. She had become a source of great comfort to all of them, a piece of a puzzle that had been missing so long they hadn’t even known of their need for her. And she had fulfilled their brother, given him a daily refuge, her love, and the child in her womb. She represented hope in a hopeless situation. Medichi loved her but dammit, his chest was on fire.

Alison rose to her feet. She folded a brush and some kind of ruffled thing into her hands. She took a few swipes at her long blond hair with the brush, swept the mass into a ponytail, and used the ruffled thing to hold it in place. Without another word, she lifted a hand and disappeared. He took a step backward, almost stumbling. Because she had lifted her hand, he’d had a view of her swelling stomach.

He’d known of her pregnancy, but seeing it now made it real for the first time, knocking his consciousness sideways. Her emergence as a part of their team, as one critical member of the whole, had changed the dynamics of the Warriors of the Blood as well as the relationship between the Warriors and Endelle. Alison had changed so much and yet in the scheme of the war, very little. In fact the war had ramped up, but she’d somehow become a soothing oil between a lot of grating edges.

And she carried Kerrick’s child.

Medichi’s mind flashed with images of his long-deceased wife and her swollen belly. Pain slashed through him all over again, as real as if a dagger had been plunged into his heart. He drew air into his lungs as his throat tightened. He hadn’t thought of her in a long, long time, at least not in this way, not in a way that reminded him of their child. And now he’d been reminded of her twice in one evening. Shit.

“What is it, Antony?” Havily asked.

He turned to stare at her, uncertain what she’d said.

“You look really upset. Are you all right? Are you worried about me?” She put a hand to her throat and winced. “I’m okay. Really.”

He sucked in a deep breath and forced the phantoms away. Havily came into sharp focus. “Endelle will give us some kind of direction concerning this attack. We’ll figure out what to do next.”

But what the hell could they do? Havily had been attacked in her home by a powerful vampire he knew nothing about. So who was this bastard who had just turned their world upside down?

He approached her again and once more knelt beside the couch. “Can you tell me anything about the death vampire who attacked you? I’ve never seen him before but he was big, warrior-big.”

“His name was Crace. He called himself Crace.”

Sleep. What would that be like?

—Kerrick, Warrior of the Blood, Second Earth

Chapter 6

Endelle swam in the clear waters off the Great Barrier Reef. She streamed power in the same way that her hair flowed behind her. Even great whites didn’t dare come close.

The ocean was her solace, a place of rebirth and regeneration, of soothing fingers all over her skin, easing her tensions.

And yet something about the waters didn’t seem quite right. She needed to surface soon. Her lungs had started to ache for air. With long sure strokes, she swam for the surface.

How much could a vampire take?

She’d asked herself that question a lot lately.

She could see the surface and pulled toward the break between the water and deep blue sky beyond. She needed air now, desperately, but the harder she swam the farther the blue sky receded.

She was going to drown. Why?

She pushed, thrashed toward the surface. She dug down deep, into the most powerful reserves she had. She tried to fold a scuba tank to her, but failed. She tried to dematerialize back to her administrative offices, but couldn’t. Instead the waters sucked at her ankles, pulling her deeper. What the hell was going on?

Endelle. Wake up.

Wake up? She was awake and she was f**king drowning.

Endelle!

With a hard jerk, the water disappeared and her marble desktop, hot beneath her cheek, appeared, along with the laptop. She blinked. Her office. She was in her office. She wasn’t underwater. She wasn’t drowning. She was safe. She sucked in air.

“Madame Endelle,” a soft feminine voice called to her, a lovely melodic sound now as familiar to her as the marble of the desk. Alison. Kerrick’s breh, his bonded mate. What the f**k was she doing here? It had to be the middle of the night. She glanced at her clock. It was only eleven.

Endelle was so tired. Shit, she’d been dreaming. Dreaming and drowning in the waters off the coast of Australia. She slurped a long stream of saliva back into her mouth and swallowed.

Charming. But then who the f**k cared?

She was drenched as well, and she’d perspired all over her brand-new cream ferret halter. Aw, shit. Her red leather pants were stuck in her crack. She shifted and made the adjustment.

She needed to get to her meditation chamber. She needed to pursue Greaves around the globe, prevent more death vampires from reaching Phoenix Two and continuing the assault on her Warriors of the Blood.

She sat up and blinked several times in loopy weaving swags of her eyelids. Alison was across the room in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Her gaze flicked once more to the clock on the wall to her right above the never-used fireplace, then back to the blond goddess. “You should be home asleep, getting ready for Kerrick to return at dawn.”

Her gaze dropped to the faint bulge at Alison’s waist, made more prominent by hands folded in front of her. Warrior Kerrick had gotten his breh pregnant before she’d even ascended to Second. Talk about one hot virile vampire.