Faelan was gone.

It couldn’t have been him outside the secret passageway. He wasn’t even conscious. Bree moved toward Jared, still motionless in the corner. The back of his head was matted with blood, and he lay too still. Tears blurred her eyes as she knelt and rolled him over. She stared at his bloodied face, illuminated by her flashlight. Her body went cold. “No. God, no.”

The soft tap of a shoe behind her alerted her that she wasn’t alone. “Where have you hidden my warrior?” The voice was quiet. And terribly familiar. Bree slowly turned, her body weak with shock.

Druan.



Chapter 30


Faelan held tight to Conall’s shoulders as the fence came into view. “Slow down.” His shoulder ached, and his legs wobbled like a new foal’s.

“Can’t. Not if we want to get out of here alive.”

Conall pulled faster, and Faelan fought the churning in his stomach.

“Up you go,” Conall said, shoving Faelan over the fence. He teetered and fell to the other side, knocking the breath out of him. A second later, Conall landed beside him. He took Faelan’s arm, wrapped it around his shoulders, and dragged him forward. “Sorry about the arm. Your shoulder was dislocated. I had to put it back.”

“Bree… here,” Faelan said, as his throat struggled between pulling in air and getting rid of the vile stuff in his stomach.

“I’ll come back for her.” Shouts sounded behind them, and Conall pulled faster. “Hurry.”

“No. She’s a halfling.”

“A halfling? What’d they give you?” Conall pulled Faelan across the road, into the trees.

“…feel sick.”

“You’ll be better off if you throw up.”

Faelan stumbled to the closest tree, held on, and did just that. Conall dragged him away before Faelan could wipe his mouth.

“We’ve got to keep moving.”

“She was in bed with Druan.”

“Who?”

“Bree.”

“Blimey. They must have given you some kind of hallucinogen. The last place Bree would be is in Druan’s bed.” Conall parted some branches, uncovering a dark vehicle like the one Druan’s minions had driven, but larger. Opening the door, he shoved Faelan inside and buckled his seat belt. Conall jumped in the driver’s side and cranked the engine. “Hang on.”

Conall stared at the winding road. Faelan leaned back, trying to clear his head.

“I’m sorry I lost Bree. She distracted me. Got on another plane in Atlanta before I could stop her.”

“It’s not your fault. She’s strong-willed.” Most halflings were. “How did you find her?”

“I figured she was trying to get back home. I found the next flight to Albany and saw her boarding.”

“You got on the same plane?”

“No. Took an hour to get another flight, but her connecting plane was delayed. Mechanical problems. I got her address from Information, but when I got to her house, she was pulling onto the road. A man was driving. I thought she’d been kidnapped. I tried to follow them, but got lost. Bloody roads. I’m not used to driving on this side. I decided to check out Druan’s castle. Took forever to find it, even with the map coordinates. Just like you said, an empty field and woods. That was an eerie thing, watching the air part like a curtain.”

“How’d you get inside the castle?”

“I found that hidden door around back and headed for the dungeon. Figured if she’d been kidnapped, she’d be there.”

“Did you see her?”

“No. After I found you, there wasn’t time to look. I had to get you out. I’ve taken the same oath as you. There’s more at stake here than one woman, or me. You’re the only one who can stop Druan.”

So much for his plan to keep Conall out of danger.

“I should’ve called for help,” Conall said. “I thought I had it under control, but I almost cost you your life.”

Faelan knew that sentiment well. He remembered his father’s words, as the talisman slid over his head. Warriors need each other. The battle’s not meant to be fought alone. “I would’ve gone to the castle anyway. I’m the one who should’ve asked for help. Let’s say we’ve both learned a lesson.” He’d learned several. “How’d you get my chains off?” Faelan asked, looking at his scraped wrists.

“I didn’t. They were off when I found you.”

“Then who…?” Faelan touched his battered lips. “I think somebody kissed me.”

Conall’s eyebrows rose. “Not me. There was a guy in there with you. Wasn’t him either. He was dead. I heard noises behind the wall. Someone must have been in the secret passageway you told us about. Did Bree know about it?”

“She’s the one who found the map.” Probably drew the bloody thing.

By the time they reached Bree’s house, Faelan was feeling closer to alive. They hadn’t been followed, as far as they could tell, but it was too dangerous to stay more than a few minutes. He drank water until he couldn’t taste the bitterness in his mouth and stood under her shower, watching his blood run down the drain.

He wrapped a towel around his hips and started toward his room to get clothes, when he spotted a small marble cup behind several fallen picture frames on Bree’s dresser. The cup held a pocket watch and a diamond earring. A prickling started under his skin. He picked up the pocket watch and turned it over, his hands moving shakily over the silver. He didn’t need to read the engraving to know what it said.

To ADC, all my love, always.

He didn’t remember bringing it.

Conall poked his head through the door. “Sean says the others should be here by morning. What’s that?”

Faelan shook his head. “My father’s pocket watch. I don’t remember wearing it.” He was sure he hadn’t worn it. How did Bree get his father’s pocket watch?

“Your brothers probably forgot it—” Conall broke off, clamping his mouth shut.

“My brothers?”

“Sorry. I was thinking of something else,” Conall said, whirling toward the door.

“You’re lying.”

Conall stopped, hands on the door frame, and blew out a sigh. He turned, his face glum. “Your father was here. He came with your brothers to help you fight Druan.”

“My father? Here?” The air rushed from Faelan’s lungs. “McGowan?”

“They used fake names to protect their identities.”

Faelan dropped onto the bed, the watch clenched in his hand. “My father was McGowan. Why didn’t someone tell me?”

“The clan didn’t want you distracted.”

“Druan killed my father?” His father had come to help him and died. Had his coffin rested in the crypt, next to the time vault? Father and son. One dead. One sleeping. Side by side.

His father’s death was his fault. If he’d let the warriors stay with him, there was at least a chance they would have succeeded, and his father may have lived, but Faelan had taken that chance away. His mother had lost her husband and two of her sons to the demon. Had she died of a broken heart? “We’ve got to get out of here. I know a place where we can stay. I have some clothes that might fit until yours arrive.”

“I’m sorry about all this, about Bree. Maybe there’s an explanation. He could have taken her.”

Faelan scrubbed his hands across his face. “If she was a prisoner, she would have been in the dungeon, not his bed.” And she wouldn’t have been smiling. “I fell for her story… the map, the photograph she claimed was her great-great-grandmother, the key hanging on the mantel. She probably killed my father herself.”

***

“No. Please, no.”

His features were the same, but there was nothing familiar about his expression. Jared smiled, and Bree saw a hint of sadness. Her heart shriveled a little more. A lone tear, of fear or pain, she didn’t know which, escaped, trickling down her cheek.

Tilting his head, he studied it and then touched it with his finger, bringing it to his lips.

“Why, Jared?”

“Glory, power, the planet.”

“You used me to get to Faelan. Why do you want him?”

“Because he tried to destroy me. Spying on me, tormenting me, trying to ruin my plans.” Druan laughed, the sound jarring, coming from Jared’s beautiful mouth.

Bree remembered him comforting her after the ordeal with Russell, sharing a glass of iced tea as they talked about his dig. Laughing over a funny movie. Then she thought about Faelan in the dungeon, beaten and bruised, his shoulder dislocated, dangling by his wrists. This thing wasn’t Jared. He was only a cover for this monster. Everything they’d shared, laughter and grief, mysteries of the world, all of it was pretense. Her Jared had never existed.

“You humans are so blind. You think these wars and diseases come out of nowhere. The plague, cancer, AIDS,” he said, bitterly. “You can’t see what’s in front of your faces.”

He was right. She’d missed all the signs. Hair and eye color similar to Russell’s. The dig so near where the time vault was buried.

“It’ll be over soon, but I have a few surprises for the warrior first. Then he’ll witness the destruction of humanity. And Michael will see what happens when he sends a warrior after me,” Jared said, rubbing the scar on his palm.

She had to keep Druan talking, give Faelan more time. If Druan believed she had hidden Faelan, then he must have escaped. “What happened to your hand?”

“A souvenir from the charm the warrior wears,” he said. “He’ll pay for it before he dies.”

A charm? Then he didn’t know the talisman’s power. “You killed Russell.”

“Russell proved craftier than I expected. Tried to play the hero. Fool.”

Russell had been trying to warn her, not harm her. “Was he human?”

“Pathetically so. Russell needed lots of money to keep the bad guys away. Human bad guys, which I worked hard to arrange. These addictions take time to create, you see. I stepped in and offered to pay his debts if he helped me find the key. Threw in the promise of a little glory, a little extra money, and he was mine.”