King Tomb (Page 63)

Cahal was instantly next to the silent individual, a gun in his hand. But he made no other move, just silently watching the person as Antonio did his little happy dance around the cloaked figure.

The stranger gradually started to lift their head…and the sweetest, softest, most feminine chuckle could be heard. A long, fire engine red curl fell out of the protectiveness of the black hood, laying gently across her cloak. Under the bright moonlight, I stared in silent fascination. It was a Com teenage girl. Maybe around thirteen years old. She was a real beauty: porcelain skin, dark brown eyes, and rose red lips. As she continued laughing gently, she merely watched Antonio as he circled her.

I cautiously stepped forward, being too damn careful for a Com teen. Her gaze altered to mine as I walked toward her. I kept my tone unruffled despite the oddity of the situation. “Who are you?”

She spoke so softly, I had to lean forward to hear. “My name is Julia.”

Grinningly widely, Antonio twirled behind her and shot a fist into the air.

I blinked from him back to her. “Who are you, Julia?”

Calmly, she folded the sign in her hand and stuffed it into a pocket of her cloak. “For you, that is not important right now.” She flicked a finger to Ezra as he stepped beside me, neither of us putting our guns away. “Though I do have something for you both.”

Ezra grunted quietly. “That would be?”

Her words were a whisper. “The cure to your ache.”

My entire body went still, my mind reeling at this Com. “Explain.”

She rolled her eyes grandly. “Elder Harcourt found me exploring where I shouldn’t have been, so I made a deal with him. Apparently, I’m now a courier.” She chuckled quietly, a condescending sound. “And not for whom I originally came for. My deal with the Mage is that I would bring you what you seek.” A long aggravated sigh. “He is way too big on himself. With timing — and many other issues.”

Antonio snorted softly…then gently touched her shoulder, squeezing it.

Her gaze snapped to his. She wiggled her captured shoulder. “Do you mind?”

“Nope.” Antonio studied where he held her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julia.”

Another wiggle of her shoulder. “I did not give you permission to touch me. Let go.” She paused for an extended moment. “Or I won’t give them their gift.”

Antonio released her, but he was still grinning like an idiot. “So sorry.” Lie.

She huffed. “Please. I am no fool.”

“No, you’re not,” Antonio murmured, then he continued his circling dance about her.

I waggled my gun in irritation. “What exactly are you talking about, child?”

With pure, haughty teenage attitude, her brows rose. “Are you deaf? I already said.”

I stopped waggling my gun and just flat out pointed it at her head. “What ache?”

She didn’t even look at my gun. She just rolled her eyes again. “Your memory wipe.”

Absurdly, as the air rushed from my lungs, all I could think was that she needed a piece of gum. If she blew a large pink bubble and popped it right in my face it would fit with her blasé attitude. And she apparently held the golden ticket: the cure to my insanity. My blink was gradual as I sucked air. “Excuse me?”

Julia shrugged a shoulder. “Elder Harcourt couldn’t bring it here himself. Something to do with the Laws that bind him on judgments, plus he thought,” a thumb-flick at Antonio and Cahal, “they might try to kill him. So he sent me.”

Her brows puckered, and she tapped a finger on her bottom lip. “He said a lot of other crap.” More finger-tapping, a soft hum. “Oh, yes. He driveled that once all four of you drink your vials the spell will be reversed — everyone’s memories about the four Rulers and their past together back in place. All except the skirmish that got you here in the first place. No one who doesn’t already remember that incident will recall it. And he wanted me to explain that it was when your biological father healed you that your tubes — which were magically tied — were fixed. The power your bio-father used to fix you was all-consuming on your wrecked body.”

Her nose crinkled as she flicked a finger at my stomach. “The Mage also said that until you decide to have more children and purposely unspell them, the current state of your tied tubes will work just fine.” Another nose scrunch, and she yawned wide. “He said, and I quote, the more the merrier.”

My mouth bobbed like a damn fish. When I finally spoke, it was with a wheeze. “Elder Harcourt did this to us?”

She stared like I was an imbecile, then her dark gaze flicked to Ezra’s frozen frame. Her brows rose, her lips twitching. “You hadn’t told her you figured it out?”

Ezra glanced to me, his expression wisely void, then back to her. “I didn’t want her getting hurt going after the most powerful Mage in the world.” His tone turned absent. “And I enjoyed the games she played trying to acquire the information.” His eyes slowly narrowed on her, his gun tapping against his leg. “Tell me, Julia, how is it that Elder f**king Harcourt trusts a mere Com youth with all of this valuable intel?”

She smiled. It was slow…and wicked. “No worries, Mr King. I won’t tell.” Truth. She waggled a red brow at him, then she flicked a finger at me. “You really should get her a book on all things Mystical. She should know the same shit as you, since she’s…yanno, the Queen of her people.” Her stare was pointed as I continued to blink, my gun slowly lowering back to my side. Eventually, she waved a bored hand when no one said anything else. “Anywho, since I need to be going, it’s time for the vials.” She started patting her cloak, in search of our redemption.

My hands started shaking, so I swiftly holstered my gun.

I watched as she continued to pat her cloak.

And still, I waited…until I finally shouted, “Did you f**king lose them?” My salvation had better not have been lost by a Com teenage brat. My wolf growled so damn loud it shook the air around us. “I will kill you if you did.”

Her dark brown eyes peeked up at me from under her lashes. The most radiant smirk etched her beautiful features. “I’m just playing with you. Calm down.” Oh. My. God. I was going to strangle the tiny bitch. She reached into her left cloak pocket and pulled out four vials that shimmered with golden, powered liquid in the darkness. “Here they—”