Quickly, she strode to the torch and pulled it off the wall. How could she have forgotten this place? She knelt before the first of the pots, dipping the flame carefully inside, watching as the fire caught. Then she rose to repeat the process in the others.
She still remembered her first awakening, coming into her queens knowledge, though not where it had taken place. She remembered how her mind had filled with the voices and the faces of more than a dozen ancient queens all the way back to Morwun. Queens whod lived in a time when humans worshipped the immortals as gods and goddesses. When shape-shifters had roamed the Earth in the thousands, battling one another with fangs and swords. A time when the Mage had controlled every natural thing from the weather to the profusion of flowers growing in the fields, and the Daemons had avoided them all, living alone, high in the mountain passes, preying only on those unfortunates who wandered into their realm.
She still possessed a wealth of memories. So many that shed failed to realize shed lost any. What worried her was that the ones shed lost might not help. This might all be for nothing.
When flame glowed from all six pots, she replaced the torch and returned to stand beside the shallow pool, the bottom lit with crystals, the water a rainbow of sparkling color. Shed come to request another awakening, but she didnt know how. Fear fluttered in her stomach.
Forcing down her rising panic, she took a deep breath. The knowledge had to be instinctive. Long ago, shed stood like this, without any of the queens memories. Of course, that first time shed been young, with only a few months of living behind her. Her mind had been open, her instincts all she had to go by. Accessing what to do had been easy and natural. After more than thirteen centuries, that was no longer true.
Still, the knowledge must live inside her somewhere.
Forcing herself to shut out her fears, to shut out the world, she closed her eyes and concentrated, dropping her hands loosely to her sides. Little by little, she sank deep within her own mind, down through the layers of memory of her life among the humans, through the all-too-shallow bright layer of those two years with Kougar, down through the three centuries shed ruled the Ilinas before she became Kougars mate.
All of a sudden, the memories began to flash and blank out like a television show that had taped poorly. Memories that werent hers, but the queens whod come before her. Jagged memories with large chunks ripped away. She hadnt realized. From the beginning, her brain had delivered the knowledge she sought, like a dumbwaiter lifting the facts from the basement of her mind. It was only since shed come down herself, that she understood the extent of the damage.
Finally, sinking deeper, she hit the ephemeral watery memories shed been born with. Memories that appeared clean and whole.
And it was there she found the knowledge she sought.
She pulled off her clothes and discarded her weapons, then giving herself up to that ancient instinct, she stepped down into the shallow pool.
The water felt cool against her skin, bubbling oddly. How could she not remember this? She shoved the thought aside and concentrated on what she had to do.
With four slow strides, she was in the middle, the water lapping at her knees. Lifting her hands to the stone ceiling above, she called to the queens whod come before her in the language of the ancients. And waited.
Nothing happened.
A trickle of despair broke through her concentration, and she tried to seal it off, opening her mind as instinct told her to. But the longer the temple ignored her, the harder it was to keep the fears at bay. Was Melisande all right? Had the Mage, even now, managed to break in to the lower chamber? Would Kougar come and be trapped as well?
The sharp worry and longing at the thought of him caught her off guard, slicing deep into her heart.
Concentrate.
With excruciating effort, she forced herself back down into that place of instinct and resumed the words of ritual. Over and over she begged the queens to hear her. To share their memories and knowledge with her once more.
The first bolt took her by surprise, a flash of pure energy that sliced at her shoulder like a blade, ripping her skin open from clavicle to biceps. She cried out as the pain radiated from her shoulder, washing like a wave out to her extremities. Was this how the knowledge had come to her last time? She couldnt remember!
As warm blood began to run down her arm, another bolt shot at her from the other direction, slicing down her hip and thigh.
With a curse, she began to shout. Im one of you, queens of the Ilinas! I need your help.
The third bolt tore down the middle of her back and she cried out with pain and frustration, losing the thread of the chant. This was no awakening, but an attack. Morwuns punishment for her impudence.
As if to confirm the thought, energy twisted around her, binding her in place. And when three more bolts shot at her in quick succession, tearing across her breasts and thighs and shoulders, she couldnt move, couldnt escape.
All she could do was scream.
Kougar leaped through the hole hed kicked in the wall, thanking the goddess as his paws hit stairs. A twisting spiral of golden stairs, he realized, his cats eyesight taking over in the dark. Behind him, he heard the soft footfalls of his jaguar companion.
Upshifting into his full-sized cougar, he flew down the stairs four at a time. Light began to reach him from below after a single turn, growing brighter as he descended, revealing the jeweled inlay work in the walls, creating magnificently intricate floral designs. One part of his mind wondered at the artists whod created the place, but his only concern was finding Ariana.
A flash of pain, Arianas pain, burst from the mating bond, making him crazy with the need to reach her.
After more than a dozen turns of the stairs, he leaped into a chamber and came to a startled halt.
What the fuck? Jag pulled up beside him.
Melisande stood alone in the large, circular chamber. At first, he thought her feet had been cut off and she stood balanced upon the remaining stumps. But she was somehow fused to the mosaic floor.
His gaze rose to her face, to the defiant fury that couldnt mask the terror in her eyes. He shifted into his human form, Jag doing the same.
Wheres Ariana? Kougar demanded.
You shouldnt be here. You have no right to breach the sanctity of the queens chambers. But her words held little real heat.
Kougar strode to her, in no mood for her attitude. Tell me!
Shes in the lower chamber.
Show me how to reach her.
This time, her ire rose. Its forbidden to all but the queen. Even terrified half-out of her mind, she remained defiant.
Kougars patience was at an end. He went feral, his claws and fangs descending, though he held himself back from attacking her by the barest measure. There would certainly be no lifting this one off her feet.
A distant scream rang from deep below. Arianas scream.
Melisande. The growl ripped through his voice.
Her resistance visibly melted, the fear for her queen getting the better of her where her fear for herself had not.
You cant follow. Melisande lifted her hand to forestall his reaction. I can open the door, but the temple wont let you through it. It wont even let me pass. Disgust sliced through her expression. And youre not even Ilina.
High above, a shout sounded, followed by the smashing of stone.
Were about to get company, Jag warned.
Melisandes temper snapped, anger fueled by pure terror. Youve led them to us!
Put a muzzle on it, blondie. Jag held his hand out to Kougar, palm up. Knives? Ill hold them off. Of the two of them, only Kougar retained his clothes and weapons when he shifted.
Another distant cry of pain rang out, followed by a burst of agony blasting down the mating bond deep within him.
Kougar tossed two knives to Jag and whirled on Melisande. Open the door!
The blond mist warrior began to chant softly in the musical Ilina-speak. Behind the altar, a shimmering door appeared. Kougar raced for it, desperate to barrel through, but all too afraid Melisande had spoken the truth. He pulled up, attempting to slam his hand through instead. And hit solid rock.
I told you. For once, Melisandes voice held no smugness, only a twist of defeat.
But Kougar wasnt about to give up. Again, he heard Ariana cry out and felt her pain in that mating bond hed been trying so hard to keep himself cut off from.
The mating bond.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and followed that bond with his mind, reaching down through the decrepit, caved-in cord, trying to touch her in some way. As he focused on her through the bond, he reached for the door again. And again, hit only stone.
From the other end of that bond, he felt her pain, her fear. And something else. A rising darkness. As if she was losing control of the poison.
Goddess. He pounded at the door with both fists, then shifted into his cougar and tried to leap through, only to be knocked back on his haunches. He sat there, his head ringing for an infuriating moment before he leaped to his feet and shifted back to man. As hed done above the stairs, he kicked at the barrier over and over with his foot; but this one showed no intention of crumbling.
The damned temple wasnt going to let him in.
Like. Hell.
Once more, Arianas scream rang from below. Fear for her tore at his throat. The need to reach her rose until he thought it would suffocate him.
Let me reach my mate! A roar of fury and possession and frustration blasted up from his chest and out his throat, echoing through the chamber, pounding at the walls. Shes mine!
He slammed his fist against the door again and again, then stopped suddenly as a weird crawling energy hit his scalp and washed down his body. Deep in his mind, a voice spoke to him. A voice he didnt know. A womans.
Then you shall both suffer.
His gaze flew to Melisande. Did you hear that?
Hear what?
Turning back to the shimmering, unbreachable door, he knew. The temple itself, or the queen whose spirit resided within, had heard his claim and bowed to it.
In a spray of light, he shifted into his cougar and flew through as if the stone had never been. As before, he landed on tight, spiral stairs, this time of stone. The air changed as he descended to the lowest of the chambers, taking on the scent of lightning and lily of the valley. Of fear and pain.
Arianas pain.
With his cats agility, he tore down the stairs, a longer set than the last ones, twisting deep into the earth. With each twist, Arianas pain grew inside him.
She cried out again. And again.
Finally, when he thought he couldnt stand it another minute, he burst into the chamber hed seen in his dream. And into a scene of nightmare.
Ariana stood within the circle of pillars, in the center of the knee-deep pool, naked. Bloody stripes crisscrossed her breasts and thighs. Stripes that werent healing.
As he watched, a bolt of lightning shot from the top of one of the pillars to slice across her abdomen. With a cry, she threw back her head, her face a mask of agony. She swayed unnaturally on her feet as if she were being held upright by an invisible force.
He felt her pain as if it were his own. Shifting into a man, he ran to her and jumped into the pool as another bolt struck her low across the back.
No more! he shouted.
The water plastered his pants to his calves and soaked into his boots. As he reached her he saw a flash of light against the ceiling and shifted to put himself between it and Ariana. Pain sliced across his shoulder blade, an electric current that raced through his body, setting every nerve ending on fire. Biting down on a groan, he wrapped his arms around Arianas chilled, bloody body, curving himself around her. Protecting her as well as he could.
Kougar. His name on her lips was little more than a gasp. You cant be here.
Im getting you out of here.
No. Cant . . . leave.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another bolt flash, and shifted to take that blow, too. The lightning tore through his left hip, slicing his pants and his flesh halfway to the bone.
Fuck.
Within the cage of his body, Ariana began to soften, her breath easing.
Have you accessed any of the ancient knowledge? he asked, but she didnt answer. Ariana? He tried to lift her into his arms, but she was caught fast by an invisible force.
Another bolt flashed and Kougar spun, Ariana tucked within the curve of his body. Whatever held her to that pool allowed him to turn her, but not remove her. Fire exploded across the backs of his thighs.
Goddamn that hurt.
He caught the next one across his left shoulder. The fourth tore through the back of his skull. He could barely think, barely breathe. His entire existence, his purpose for living, narrowed down to one thingkeeping the bolts from striking the woman in his arms.
How many attacked him, he didnt know. Time ceased to exist. He was so dazed with pain that he didnt realize the attack was over until Ariana collapsed, nearly falling to her knees before he caught her.
With a wary, cautious breath, he swung her up into his arms, then leaped clear of the pool before another bolt could flay them. He headed for the stairs, wanting only to get her the hell out of there. It occurred to him that he had no idea if shed learned what she needed to know.
But at that moment, Arianas safety was his only concern.
CHAPTER 12
Ariana rose to consciousness slowly, disoriented, her body ablaze with pain. Kougars familiar scent and the feel of his strong arms grounded her, dispersing her fear, and she sank against the warmth of his chest as she tried to remember where she was. And why.
They were climbing upward. Climbing stairs. Twisty, spiral stairs.
The temple.
With a jerk, she came fully awake, shifting in his arms, hooking one arm around his neck and pulling herself up with a blast of pain. Kougar, no! I cant leave. Its not done. Ive learned nothing.
It attacked you.
Morwun demanded pain as her price. Kougar, I have to go back.
But he wasnt listening, and her strength had never been a match for his. Especially now. She hurt, as if every cell in her body had been lit on fire. Her head, too heavy to hold up, fell against the side of his neck as he took the stairs at a fast climb. Even her hands and feet were beginning to prickle in the way they did when the darkness inside her grew hungry.
In her dazed mind, small memories popped forth like warm puffs of air. The metallic smell of her own warm blood as she cut her wrists to paint her body for ritual. The pleas and screams of an Ilina maiden as she curled her fingers around the traitors heart and pulled it from her chest. The sweet pleasure of release as she rode a male she didnt recognize. Because the memories werent hers, but those of the queens whod come before. Scattered, confused knowledge that might prove to be of some help if she could make sense of any of it.
Moments later, Kougar burst through the warded door and into the upper of the queens chambers, the room light and airy compared to the one below. Melisande stood where Ariana had left her, ankle deep in the floor, while Jag fought back would-be invaders at the base of the upper stair, his bare back gleaming with sweat.
Mage? she asked.
Yes. Kougars arms tightened around her. They followed us down here.
I can seal the door. How she knew that, she wasnt sure, but she began to whisper the ancient chant that came to her. Seconds later a wall appeared between Jag and his opponents.
The Feral sprang back in the nick of time, but the Mage surged forward. A mistake. A yell of agony filtered through the wall as his hand, sticking out through the solid stone, dropped its useless knife to clatter on the floor below.
Jag whirled, his expression fierce until it landed on her. Did you do that? How about a little warning next time, sister? Correct me if Im wrong, but wasnt that our only way out?
Youve acquired new knowledge, Kougar murmured against her temple, a fine thread of expectation sharpening his words. He pulled back, and she met his gaze.
Not enough. Not all.
You dont know that.
Yes. I do. I have to go back.
The air felt queer, almost bubbly, against her skin. She tightened her hold on Kougars neck, excitement lifting her pulse. I can feel the magic in here, the magic that trapped Melisande. Closing her eyes, she let the knowledge flow into her. It will trap any Ilina turning from mist to flesh. She opened her eyes again, meeting Kougars gaze. Which is why it didnt trap me, too.
How do you know?
I couldnt read the magic before. Now I can. I can block it. Softly, she began to sing one of the Ilina songs of enchantment. Slowly, she felt the magic in the chamber dissolve and the strangeness leave the air. Its done.
Fail. Jag nodded toward Melisande. Peter Pan there is still trapped like an exMafia boss in cement shoes. He sauntered over to Melisande, squatting at her feet. Wrapping one large hand around her ankle, he gave a small tug. Caught fast. He looked up at the mist warrior, whose complexion had turned pasty white. Are you sure your feet are still in there?
Melisande scowled. Theyre in there. And the moment theyre free, Ill prove it to you by kicking you in the balls.
Yeah, yeah, thats what all the girls say.
I dont have the knowledge to free you, Mel, but no one else should get caught. If I come up with the magic . . .
Screw magic, Jag muttered, rising. What we need is a jackhammer.
Kougar tightened his hold on her. Hes right.
Melisandes gaze shot to Arianas. You cant let them destroy the temple.
Ariana sighed. Call Getrill, Melisande. Youre a lot more important to me than the temple.
Melisande met her gaze, fear written all over her face. She was afraid Ariana was mistaken, that Getrill, too, would become trapped. Ariana could see that truth in her eyes, even if she didnt say the words out loud.
Call her, Mel.
Melisande frowned but did as she asked, and a moment later the freckled Getrill safely formed from the mist. As her gaze took in Melisandes entrapment and Arianas weakness, her face turned hard, her hand going to her sword.
Ariana raised a hand, reading her thoughts all too well. The Mage set the trap, Getrill. The Ferals protect us.
The maiden relaxed only slightly.
Take Jag back to Feral House
No. Kougar interrupted her. Jag wont be of any use by the time he gets back here. He turned to Getrill. Knock on the back door of Feral House and tell Lyon I need a pickax and a sledgehammer. ASAP.
Getrills wary gaze swung to Ariana, who nodded in agreement. The Ilina turned to mist and disappeared.
Its sacrilege to desecrate the temple, Melisande muttered when she was gone; but her complaint was all but toneless, a rote objection and little more. Her desperation to be free was a palpable force, yet she held herself together with the fierceness Ariana had always admired. It was the reason the woman was her second-in-command.
Now what? Jag asked no one in particular.
Up above, Ariana could hear the sounds of pounding, as if the Mage were trying to find a way to break through. She stroked the back of Kougars head.
You can put me down now.
He eyed her without expression, then brushed his cheek against her hair. I could. But he made no move to release her, and she leaned into his touch, perfectly content to remain in his arms a little while longer.
Inside, the mating bond opened a little more.
The all-too-familiar prickling sensation in her palms and the soles of her feet grew worse. The darkness was getting seriously hungry. Out-of-control hungry. Which made no sense at all. The more the mating bond opened, the more the grip of the poison inside her should ease, as it siphoned off to Kougar. It shouldnt be strengthening.
Was this Hookeyes doing? Fear twisted inside her even as the hunger leaped with a strength that startled her, the prickling shooting up her legs and arms like sharp little scalpels.
Whats the matter? Kougar stiffened. Youre in pain.
She didnt answer. She couldnt. The scalpels were tearing her apart from the inside, the need to turn to mist clawing to get out. It was a compulsion that took every ounce of strength she possessed to fight.
Her heart pounded with the struggle, with the fear that this time shed lose.
Hes attacking, she gasped.
How? Kougars face swam in her vision, his eyes blazing into hers.
She clung to his neck, drawing on the small strength she gained from touching him, holding on against the darkness with everything she had as it tried to free itself to spread to her maidens. To destroy those whod survived the first attack.
Ariana?
Its the poison. More. She was beginning to shake from the effort to hold it back. Too strong.
His grip on her tightened. Tell me what you need.
Pain. Others pain.
In a single fluid movement, he set her on the cool floor at his feet, stripped off his shirt, and leaped at Jag, his fangs and claws erupting midair to tear a chunk of flesh from the jaguar shifters shoulder.
The darkness inside her howled with pleasure at the shifters pain.
Jag stumbled forward, then whirled, his own claws and fangs erupting as he went feral. What the fuck?
Fight me, Kougar growled through his fangs. The darkness within her feeds on the pain. Feeding it is the only way she can control it.
Neither one of you is any good with the warnings!
Kougar leaped again and the two part-men, part-beasts crashed to the floor, wrestling and biting, clawing and bleeding.
Seated on the cold floor, Ariana gripped her head with both hands, closing her eyes as the darkness fed, as she fought the battle inside her. Sounds carried to herthe ripping of cloth and flesh, the crunch of breaking bones, the growls and snarls. The metallic smell of blood filled her nose and slid down her throat to coat her tongue. Droplets of sweat, or blood, splattered her bare feet.
A muffled cry had her looking up and turning toward Melisande.
Ariana stared at her friend in horror. Mel. Her second had a knife in both hands and was cutting her own thighs. Blood ran in rivulets down her legs, trickling across the floor, pooling near Arianas feet.
Silent tears slid down Melisandes cheeks. Blue eyes, dark with agony, lifted to Ariana. You need pain. Im giving you mine. If you lose, we all lose.
Arianas vision blurred with tears of her own, anger burning violently inside her at the Mage whod caused such misery. She wanted him dead!
Kougar and Jag fought, clawing one another until their blood, too, began to run over the tiles as if seeking her.
Deep inside her, the poison devoured their pain and rejoiced.
A light tingle running over her skin alerted her of Getrills return seconds before she appeared, the Chief of the Ferals at her side. With a sledgehammer in one hand and two pickaxes in the other, Lyon fell unsteadily to one knee, his head low as he struggled against the sweeping nausea.
Cease! he roared at his battling warriors.
No. When his sharp gaze met hers, Ariana explained. Not yet. Theyre doing this for me. The poison inside me is demanding pain. If I dont quench its hunger, Ill lose control.
Lyon frowned but said nothing more. After half a minute, he rose slowly, dropped the pickaxes, and walked over to Melisande, the sledgehammer at his side. His gaze dropped to her missing feet, then back to her face. Im not entirely sure this isnt a good place for you. His tone, though dry, possessed a bite.
Melisande met his gaze, her chin lifting. A chin that dripped with tears. I deserve that for attacking you in your home. But I thought Ariana was in trouble. There is nothing I wouldnt do for her. Nothing.
Lyon eyed her assessingly, then gave a brief nod. Cover your face. Lifting the sledgehammer, he brought it down hard, slamming it onto the tile near Melisandes ankles. Chunks of crystal flew in every direction.
Ariana ducked her head against her knees against the flying debris.
Over and over, Lyon attacked the temple floor while Kougar and Jag continued to fight. While the poison inside Ariana fed.
Finally, the darkness inside her slunk back into the shadows, and she was able to draw a shaky breath of relief.
Its enough, she said between strikes of Lyons hammer.
Kougar and Jag pulled apart, Jag grinning as if hed thoroughly enjoyed the fight. Kougar clasped the jaguar shifters bloody, nearly healed shoulder, and together they strode to where Lyon worked. While Jag grabbed one of the pickaxes, Kougar continued to Ariana. He was a mess, flesh hanging from his cheek and shoulder, his chest and beard covered in blood. But in his eyes, she saw only concern for her.
Are you okay? he asked, squatting beside her.
Yes. Are you? She reached out, placing her hand on his bleeding chest, directly over his heart. The poison . . . What must this renewed attack, the flood of new poison, be doing to him?
He covered her hand and squeezed gently. The pain in my chest isnt any worse than before. If anything, its less.
Why? The pain should be worse, shouldnt it? More poison would just be eating away at his heart faster. Unless . . . Its changed. Maybe this isnt the same poison he used before.
You may be right. It may attack in another way this time. Or more silently. He studied her, pale eyes lingering on her mouth, his thumb tracing her lower lip, and she wondered if hed wiped away a splatter of blood. Either way, the original poison is still there, still eating away at my heart. I can feel it.
Nothings changed.
Not in a good way, no. With a brush of her cheek, he rose and grabbed the last pickax.
Over and over, the three huge men broke away bits of the floor until finally Lyon was able to lift Melisande bodily, the solid ball of stone, crystals, and jewels still encasing her feet. He set her on the floor, holding her by one arm to steady her, and turned to Getrill.
Are you the only ride out of here?
Ill call another.
A moment later, Brielle appeared beside her. Brielles worried gaze took in Arianas appearance, the bloody cuts that had yet to heal completely.
Im fine, Brie. Ive suffered the punishment, but only a few of the memories have returned. Im going back down there until Ive retrieved the rest.
Were going, Kougar corrected.
She met his gaze. Were going. He refused to let her handle this alone, and yet, did she really want him to? If she were honest with herself, no. She turned back to Brielle. Ill let you know when its done.
Lyon grunted. If you need help of any kind, the full might of the Feral Warriors is at your disposal, Queen of the Ilinas. Nothing is as important right now as helping you save our warriors.
I understand.
Melisande eyed Kougar with a hard challenge. If you let any harm come to her . . .
I wont.
Lyon picked up Melisande and slung her over his shoulder, ending the discussion.
Getrill took Lyons arm as Brielle crossed to Jag and took his.
Jag grimaced. Here goes nothing.
A moment later, the five were gone. In the sudden silence, sounds once more carried faintly through the newly sealed door. A dull pounding. A muffled shout. The hand caught in the door hung lifelessly, either severed by her magic or by the owners own sword. She felt a moments regret for catching the man in such a trap. But only a moments. Not only did immortal hands regrow; but the sentinel would have killed any of them in a heartbeat if given the chance.
Kougar turned to her, his wounds all but healed, though he was still covered in blood. In his eyes, she saw concern and a fierce determination. Are you ready to go back down there? He bent and grabbed the shirt hed discarded, hooking it over his shoulder.
Yes. But as she pushed to her feet, she swayed, her strength all but gone.
Kougar swept her into his arms without discussion, and she didnt object. While the others pain had fed the poison, it had done nothing to nourish her. She needed pleasure for that, her own or anothers. If she were back in the human world, shed dream hop, walking into mens dreams, stripping for them, playing with her own body as their hormones skyrocketed and their bodies grew hard and needy. Then shed urge them to take themselves in hand and pleasure themselves as she siphoned off that sexual pleasure and grew stronger and stronger.