King Tomb (Page 67)

Rubbing my nose, I blinked repeatedly, the sun bearing down through the trees right into my eyes. The sudden change from night to day had my wolf stalking inside. “Are we here?”

“Yes,” Tipkin muttered, lifting his head. “Our first stop anyway.”

I flinched, my teeth grinding as searing pain radiated from my forearm. The sleeve of my cloak was up to my elbow, so the three of us watched as a golden bracelet of power formed on my skin then sizzled into the air. Gone. I shuddered hard as Clarice’s power dissipated in the air.

Two down. One to go. Whenever that was.

Chapter Sixteen

Still staring at my forearm, Ezra’s Vampire growled softly. “Lily…”

I cleared my throat, back in control of my actions. “Hush. It needed to be done to save you.” I sat up slowly, glancing left and right. My head cocked. “Do I hear gunshots?”

“Probably,” Tipkin murmured, also staring at my arm as he jumped to his feet.

Ezra ignored all of this. “Lily, what else did you promise her?”

I hummed absently, standing and brushing off my cloak. “Nothing important.”

Ezra couldn’t scent the lie even if Tipkin could. Luckily, the hybrid kept his mouth shut.

My husband muttered a curse. “Dammit, you’re lying to me.”

Okay, maybe he could still read me better than anyone else.

“We need to focus on why we’re here.” I held a hand down to him. “Are those gunshots I hear from the north?”

Another curse was heard, but he grabbed my hand and lifted to his feet. “Yes, they are.”

“Where are we?”

“In the state of Washington,” Tipkin answered, walking toward the gunfire. “More precisely, we’re in Washington the day King Zeller infiltrated a Com extremist’s camp to rescue his Prodigy.”

I gawked, not moving. “We really went into the past?”

Ezra’s head cocked, listening to the sounds in the distance. “It sounds about right.”

“Yes, we did,” Tipkin called over his shoulder, marching farther away through the forest. “So hurry your asses up. We don’t have much time before we have to leave again. Philip is on a damn mission today.”

Ezra stayed by my side, asking loudly, “This won’t disrupt the past?”

“No. We’re meant to be here. Including him. Just not what he wants as the end result.”

Ezra glanced at me.

I was already sniffing the air heavily, catching the currents of his words. “Truth to all.”

My husband gazed ahead then shrugged a shoulder. “We’d better hurry.”

With his back to us, his long legs taking him through the forest at a fast clip, Tipkin threw his hands up in the air. “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Hunkered behind brush, downwind from the scents of Com blood floating in the air, I pointed my gun where we had spied Philip Masterson high in a tree, his own silver arrows aimed. He appeared to be waiting as he watched the horde of Coms surrounding Ezra and his Prodigy. My past self hadn’t yet arrived to the scene.

“With this new surprise,” I whispered, not sure what I thought about this dangerous aspect, “that hybrid Mages can travel back in time, I bet he’s how the Coms knew who the next Prodigy was. He could have traveled into the past and told them.”

I knew what I was waiting for. In the past, there had been two arrows that had hit us. Now I knew where they had come from. We could not alter time, so we had to wait for him to fire two before we attacked.

Ezra grunted. “It makes sense. Only two people know how to do the spell to find the Prodigies. Elder Harcourt and Elder Farrar. The spell is protected that way. And we already know they were questioned. Though Philip could have found out later who she was if he had any contacts inside King Cave.”

Where our Prodigies now stayed for their own protection.

That didn’t give me warm and fuzzy feelings. “We’ll need to move them when we get back.”

Ezra’s Vampire growled in confirmation.

Ten minutes later, Philip fired his first arrow.

Ezra and I held our aim on Philip.

Tipkin put on gloves and notched a silver arrow on his bow, targeting our prey.

Philip’s second arrow fired.

Ezra and I pulled the triggers on our guns.

But…nothing happened. Just an empty click.

I blinked, gaping at my gun.

Ezra’s dumbfounded gaze was the same as mine.

Just as Philip was taking aim again, Tipkin’s arrow flew, piercing through the air like a bullet. It hit Philip square in the stomach, shocking him. His pained shout could not be heard over the gunfire, but we watched as his jaw dropped and his features contorted in agony. He lost his footing on the branch and tipped backward. His mouth was open in a scream as he released his weapons and grabbed the end of the arrow jutting from his stomach. At the last second before hitting the ground in a death fall, he jerked the arrow from his body and tossed it aside…and disappeared in a flash of gold.

My wolf growled furiously. “Where the f**k did he go?”

“Our next destination,” Tipkin replied, standing from his crouch and stretching. Staring up at the sky, he pulled a flask from one of his cloak’s pockets. I blinked as he proceeded to down a few swills of what smelled like whiskey. Just as easily, he capped it and put the flask back into his pocket — like this was just an average day out with friends.

What the hell?

Ezra’s nostrils flared. “Why the f**k didn’t our guns work?”

Tipkin shrugged. “If a weapon’s made after this time period, they won’t work.”

Ezra’s Vampire growled quietly. “Why didn’t you tell us before?”

Our guns were the newest models.

“Eh, now you know,” Tipkin stated cheerfully, taking off his gloves and stuffing them into his right cloak pocket. He extended a hand to each of us. “Let’s go. I don’t know the layout of King Hall like you two do. There were Mys all over the place on graduation day. I’ll need your memories to help find him. I won’t be able to sniff him out as easily as I did this time.”

My wolf huffed. “You need to tell us shit like that, so we don’t get killed!”

Golden eyes stared down at me, a seriousness entering them. “I just did. When you needed to know.” He jerked his hands at us. “Are you coming? Or are you staying in the past?”

Chapter Seventeen

We hung on for dear life for two more rough trips in Tipkin’s sphere: one to take us to the forest surrounding King Hall in the present — that was filled with the scents of decay — and the second trip to go back in time where we landed in the same forest…but it was different.