Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night (Immortals After Dark #4)(22)
Author: Kresley Cole

The others decided that they would be the ones to see her home for myriad reasons. First, they planned to kill MacRieve directly and so didn’t see him available for the role of escort. Secondly, they wanted to protect "the little mortal" – the archers, because the three saw her as one among the fey, and Cade, because, as he said, "I bloody feel like it."

In that case, Rydstrom wanted them to spare the Lykae to allow him to be an extra sword. They would need him, he reasoned, to protect Mari on the journey to civilization because it was more perilous now than when she’d come on her own. The human armies were on the move and posed a real threat to her.

But the others despised MacRieve, couldn’t trust him, and all agreed that "Bowen the Bitter doesn’t exactly play well with others."

Bowen the Bitter? How appropriate.

They also agreed that they didn’t know a more brutal, ruthless, and underhanded immortal than Bowen MacRieve.

MacRieve scowled in their direction, then turned back to her, as if he hoped she hadn’t heard that. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it. What did he want to say to her? What could he say? "Oh, my bad for setting you up for torture and terror, and I know you will never be the same again, but… "

"I thought you would be able to get free," he finally said. "I never intended for you to be trapped so long."

She ignored him, staring at the far wall of the cave.

"And I could no’ return sooner because I was trapped somewhere as well. With no food or water either."

Good. When she gave him no acknowledgment, his frustration became palpable. He ran his new hand over his face, seeming surprised to find it restored. Then, as if he couldn’t stop himself, he actually sank down beside her.

There they sat in the firelight. Enemies. He’d almost destroyed her. She’d nearly murdered him. And for some reason, this moment felt the most surreal of the entire crazed night – because she recognized that on some level his presence… comforted.

"You’ve got to lift this curse from me, Mariketa."

She finally faced him with her brows drawn. "I did."

"Aye, you did lift one, but I know you hexed me more than once."

She pinched her forehead between her thumb and forefinger. "What are you talking about?"

"Sometime when we kissed, you enthralled me. You’ve made it so… so that I feel that you’re my mate."

"Why do you think I’ve done this?" she asked, trying to recall that hazy night.

"Because you’ve shown you’re no’ shy about casting spells on me. And the Valkyrie Nïx confirmed it – she also said you would remove it for me."

Mari swallowed. She knew Nïx and trusted her.

He studied her expression. "Do you deny this?"

Want me as fiercely as I want you… She just prevented her eyes from widening. Oh, Hekate, had she made him want her? To the degree that he would believe she was his mate? She flushed guiltily.

Then her lips parted. The prediction.

It began with the obligatory "It shall come to pass…," then basically said that if an immortal warrior recognized the Awaited One as his, he would steal her away from the House of Witches. No magick would be strong enough to defeat his hold on her.

Was it MacRieve in the prediction?

An immortal? Check. A warrior? Check. Who’d recognized her as his mate? Damn.

Could she have brought this about with her erratic powers? Apparently so.

"If you dinna do this, then just deny it. Vow to the Lore that you dinna, and then we will figure out what is happening."

She couldn’t say she’d done it, but she certainly couldn’t deny it outright either.

"You’re probably too weak to remove the second spell right now. I ken that. But I press for this for your own good as well. The need to treat you as my mate is strong in me. Nigh overwhelming."

"You have got to be kidding!" She scrambled away from him, casting him a horrified look.

"No, no, it’s no’ like that." He raised his palms when she still edged away from him.

"I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last immortal on earth!"

He scowled. "There’s far more to being a mate than just that."

She gave him a disbelieving expression.

"Just tell me you’ll remove it after you rest. Then I will no’ even have to explain my meaning." He stood and began pacing again. "We will no’ ever have to speak to each other again. I know you want that as much as I do."

"You have no idea."

"I am grasping for patience when I’m no’ known for it whatsoever. I ken you’ve been through hell, but I dinna intend to harm you so badly. You did intend to with me. Now, do I have to put us in a similar situation as during the first spell removal?"

"Similar situation?" she cried. "Like the one where you put me in fear for my life, then let go of that damned vine to heartlessly build my fear?" The callous bastard! "MacRieve, I hope I enthralled you. Then you can rot wanting me to be yours."

Something frightening flashed in his eyes. "You say that so easily when you’ve no comprehension of the damage you’ve already done with your tricks."

"Like what?"

"I was inches from the means to go back for my true mate – to prevent her death – and believed it would be so. Yet because I was so injured and no’ regenerating, I was forced to make a decision that cost me the Hie. Because of you, Mariketa, I canna save an innocent young woman’s life. I will never have her – which means you’ve robbed her of life and me of a future, a family, or any kind of meaningful existence."

Mari realized the others outside had fallen silent and were likely eavesdropping.

"So are you still glad that you’ll continue to torment me with your spell? Because you canna hurt me worse than when I lost my mate – no’ once, but two goddamned times!"

Fury suffused her, and she stood as well. "And what about how you’ve hurt me?" she asked in a low, seething tone. "Day after day I was forced to lie amid the incubi’s putrid corpses, where I went without seeing daylight for three weeks. And each time they seized me in the dark and forced me to swallow blood to keep me alive, I got through it by imagining how I would make you pay." His jaws and fists clenched as his anger built, but she was beyond caring. "You sealed me in that vile place to die without a backward glance and only returned because you wanted something from me!"

He stalked closer, forcing her to crane her neck up to face him. "You convinced me that you could open the tomb, and I believed you would escape eventually. And I dinna know that the crypt was occupied – or that you were a bloody mortal!" He clutched her shoulders.