Autumn Rose

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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Autumn
Edmund! Edmund, where are you going? I dug my heels in and attempted to halt him, but it was useless. He had a firm grip on me and I just tripped over my own feet. Edmund, I have to check in!
The bell was still ringing, it was all I could hear, and the quad had become eerily empty. The rest of the class had disappeared around the block and onto the tennis courts, which was the rendezvous point where everybody had to be accounted for.
No, you do not. I have a bad feeling about this. Were leaving.
I had other ideas. By hooking my foot around a nearby picnic bench, I was able to wrench free of his grip, very nearly ending up on the ground in the process. He only just caught me, but I quickly broke contact again.
If I dont check in they will send out a search party and somebody might get hurt!
He glared. When I said gracious lady, I wasnt suggesting that you were canonized! Less saint, more moving, if you will.
I started moving, but in the opposite direction from him, heading for the earthy red banks to cut through to the tennis courts.
My lady, you cant walk away!
I stuck a hand out and waved him off, continuing. Yes, I can. My surname isnt House of Athenea. As I climbed the worn, makeshift steps, carved out by multiple feet over many years, I heard footsteps behind me.
They told me you had grown to be milder in your absence and I was beginning to believe it. But you are just as stubborn as I remember you. A true Al-Summers.
His voice chased my back and I folded my arms across my chest, marching along the path until I decided how to reply. I dont remember you. I didnt entirely consciously choose to say that, and didnt mean it to come out so bluntly.
He never replied, and we were soon slipping through a side gate into the enclosed paddock, fenced in on all four sides. There was complete chaos. People were struggling to find their homeroom groups, and judging by the way Tammy, Tee, Gwen, and Christy were all standing together, werent making much effort to do so, either.
The prince was easy to spot beside Richards bulk. Dragged Edmund to check in, too, eh?
I nodded. Whats going on?
Everybody is saying someone hit one of the glass alarms. I dont sense any fire, and fire is my best element, so I guess theyre right. He shrugged, wandering to the front of the line as Mr. Sylaeia demanded we get in alphabetical order. I stepped in front of him. Edmund and Richard, despite the statement about the lack of fire, still looked very uneasy.
Mr. Sylaeia scooted down the line and ticked everybodys name off, handing the register to the secretary, who was moving from one homeroom teacher to another. At the far end, beside the dismantled basketball post, the headmaster was struggling with a megaphone, until it eventually screeched into life.
I stopped listening as soon as I realized he was going to lecture us on how setting the alarms off was unacceptable and dangerous. It had happened more times than I cared to count the previous year, so his choice words clearly had no impact. The rest of the school seemed to have the same thought, as a dull murmur rose to a crescendo right over the top of him as people speculated as to who the culprit could be.
A breeze was beginning to pick up, stirring my hair from behind my ears. But it wasnt coming from the direction of the river or the sea. It was moving across the gently sloping fields, and somehow penetrating the trees that stood on the banks surrounding us.
I unfolded my arms slowly. If there is no fire, then what is that? I muttered.
The prince looked up. Lords of Earth, he breathed.
Other people were noticing it, too, and the noise level began to drop.
Floating toward us was what looked like light sea mist, aside from the fact it carried debris from the trees. It clung to the still-dewy ground, barely rising fifteen feet. And with the wind that dragged it along came magic. Cold, moist magic.
I looked at the prince. The prince looked at me. Edmund glared at both of us. Before anybody could say anything, an arm had wrapped itself around my shoulders and was guiding me toward the exit of the paddock. I tried to shake it off, but Edmund anticipated it this time and had a stronger grip. The prince, on the other hand, compliantly trotted along beside Richard.
I threw myself up against his barriers and he didnt hesitate to let me in. This time there were no scenic hills, just a vast, black space filled with boxes. I focused on shutting down our line of communication so that neither Athan would hear, and then exploded.
Youre kidding me, right? Youre just going to run away and leave everybody unprotected?
What can we do? That is magic and its not any of us. They are in the area, Autumn! Its not safe!
Your Highness, I am a guardian of this school. Are you?
I tilted my head and examined him across the front of Edmund. I was treated with his wide-eyed communicative expression before he tilted his head and relented.
Okay, okay, I get it. Just please dont do anything stupid.
I wasnt going to make a promise. On three.
When I got to two, I slumped as though my knees had buckled from beneath me, ducking under Edmunds arm. He dropped down to try and snatch me, but I was gone and his hand only closed around air. People were screaming now, and I dived between them, knowing it would lessen the chances of either Athan casting a spell. The prince did the same; when we reached the fence, he leaped up and grabbed its top, hoisting himself up and dropping over the other side, out of the paddock. I jumped up and landed on the edge, joining him on the ground. All the gates in and out of the courts had already slammed shut on usEdmund was trying to trap us inside.
Up until that point, the cloud had moved only as fast as the wind could carry it. I had counted on that to be able to skirt its perimeter, because there was no way I was throwing myself, or the prince, into itI had no idea what it was, or what kind of magic had created it. Even so, it was what it concealed that I was more worried about. Yet as we stepped onto the grass, it suddenly hurtled toward us, and before I could even scream or scramble back, it had swallowed me up whole.
I felt skin brush my hand and heard somebody yell my name, but that was it. All I could feel was dampness and all I could see was white. I did a half-turn and looked back; I should not have been more than a few meters from the courts and took a few steps in that direction. After twenty, it was evident I was going the wrong way.
I went left. I went right. I tried straight on, sure I must be headed in the direction of the school, or the banks, or something solid and recognizable, but hit nothing. The inevitable pounding of panic in my chest began. I started running but only succeeded in stirring the mist around my feet, which left me unsure of whether I was even treading on grass any longer. When I went to crouch to see, I felt dizzy and couldnt understand why my hand wasnt hitting the ground.
There were no consciousnesses, not even those of the humans, within my reach, and a dull, faraway thought in the mist somewhere considered the possibility that the prince had left the dimension, or was dead, because consciousnesses did not just go that quickly. They did not just snuff out. They faded.
Your Highness? I whispered. The sound was completely lost. Edmund? I whirled around, grabbing fistfuls of moist air, which mingled with the tears that were now falling down my face. Fallon? There was still no answer.
Fallon! I screamed out of desperation, closing my eyes because the dark was better than the blankness. Fallon!
Then came a reply. But it wasnt in Sagean. It wasnt even in a Canadian accent. It was stunted and artificial. And it made my blood run cold.
She is here. Find her.
Fire sprang to life in the palms of my hands, and I briefly put up a shield around myself but then let it fade again as the mist around me steamed and evaporated away because of the heat. Abruptly, my dull thoughts sharpened and my heart rate slowed as grass behind and in front of me came into view. I quenched the fire and didnt attempt to shield again, shocked at how foolishly close I had come to being foundigniting that sort of energy was like turning myself into a beacon.
And how do you suggest we do that? Your damn hex is affecting us, too! That accent was a regional one from the southwest of England. I tried to place the direction the sounds were coming from, but they came from everywhere.
There was no reply, and I wondered if they had moved away from me; either way, I stood stock-still, hardly daring to move in case I made a sound. In contrast, my mind was attempting to scour away the haze to find something, anything, from my lessons on hexes, because I knew what this cloud was, I just couldnt name it and I couldnt defend against it, because my mind was still too sluggish.
Giles!
Abria?
Giles, where are you?
I dont know! Im injured, the Athan are here!
The accents were mingling into one now, though I thought I heard something Eastern European. It didnt matter. I couldnt think. The mist was seeping into the air I was inhaling again, and though I filled my lungs with shallow breaths, I could feel my heartbeat pulsing erratically and my eyes falling shut.
Fallon! Where are you? The cry was out of my mouth though I had never chosen to say anything, because my mouth was working independently of my head. The mist had spoken for me, because it drew them closer to where I was frozen.
Autumn! Are you hurt?
Fallon! Its the Extermino! Theyre near me!
Autumn? Are you there? Say something!
He couldnt hear me, yet I could continue to hear his yelps for me, or Edmund, or Richard. None were returned.
Galdur! I hear the girl. She must be near. Galdur?
Edmund! The accent was Canadian, and I finally opened my eyes to the mist with the hope the sound brought.
Alya, we cant fight it! Alya, do you understand? Dont fight it! It was Edmund, speaking in Sagean, and it gave me the strength to light a fire, no more than the size of a flame on the end of a matchstick, to hold in front of my nose and mouth. I let it burn for a few seconds, took a long gulp of clean air, and then extinguished it.
Edmund, I cant hear you! said the same woman, and it was shortly followed by Richard, as calm and controlled as his counterpart, repeating the other mans instructions. The Athans message must have spread, because before I was even close to needing another mouthful of air, there were several screams.
Galdurs dead! the man with the local accent yelled. Sif, Tomas, help me out here! Abria, stay with Giles!
I very quickly lit a second flame and took another gulp of fresh air, unable to judge distance from the voices but unnerved by the movement of the mist in front of me. I relied on no sense, element, magic, or consciousness, but I could tell someone was closevery close.
Again, I did not dare shield, and absurdly chose to rely on the mist to act as my first line of defenseit was clear the Extermino were no better off trapped within their own hex than we were. My hand, instead, clasped around the dagger below my skirt.
He appeared out of nowhere, closer than seemed logically possible; I even saw his stunned expression as he trod on one of my feet. There was no time to comprehend another plan, and so I chose the curse I knew would keep me safest.
Mortalitis Sev! Die willingly.
The magic released itself as soon as I uttered the first syllable and had racked his body by the time I uttered the last. He slumped forward into me and I took the opportunity to plunge my knife into his stomach and twist as I heaved him back, cradling him as much as my strength would allow so the knife could do its work. I had never cast a death curseit wasnt ever taughtand knew only the theory. I couldnt be sure it had worked. I wanted him dead; I wanted him dead so I could take revenge for the innocent human life the Extermino had taken weeks before on the harbor.
When he was on the ground, I rolled his eyelids down, asked fate to carry him on whichever path it wished after death, and then just looked at him. In death, my grandmothers auburn scars had glowed brighter, and for a very long time, I had thought she was maybe asleep. Sleeping on the floor of the parlor, and then sleeping in her glass casket as she lay in state, and then sleeping as she was interred in the Athenean cathedral. Whoever had killed her had been taught the death curse. They had done a perfect job. I had botched it on him. His gray Extermino scars were shriveling up, because blood was flowing freely from his stomach where I had extracted my dagger.
Somebody else was coming and I got ready again. I will do it better this time. I will make you proud, Grandmother. But I didnt do it again, because when that person appeared, I knew I could not kill him.
His scars were gray. He was a Sagean Extermino. There was no doubt about that. But his shaggy hair; the heavy, deep Devonshire accent I had repeatedly heard; the expression of his I recognized from when he had asked what was wrong with working in a caf . . . they were human. They were very, very human.
Nathan? I breathed.
The man didnt look up or show any sign of recognition. But he didnt attack me, either. Instead, he busied himself with his work, slipping his arms under the mans legs and neck, hoisting the corpse up. The whole time he eyed my dagger, though he didnt seem too concerned about it.
When he stood up, he met my eyes. It was brief, it was silent, but I knew he was answering. It was a mournful moment, yet it had nothing to do with the dead body in his arms. He didnt show any sign of affection toward his dead comrade.
Nathan is an Extermino.
I felt the pull of raw energy hurtling toward us and had to step forward as it tugged on the magic in my blood. The borders between dimensions were open, and Nathan was about to cross them. Succumbing, the pair disappeared. I followed him in my mind. He would arrive almost instantaneously in another dimension, and then he would cross back to this one, ending up in Iceland, or wherever the Extermino had chosen to base him. Dimension-hopping. Not outlawed, but frowned upon. The thin veils of energy that hung between the parallel worlds were under enough tension just from people crossing from one dimension to another in the same location; they didnt need to be modes of transportation between different places, too.
That was all so clear in my mind. What I had just seen wasnt. The thought of what it meant, irrelevant. Perhaps it was the mist.
I cant think. I dont want to think.
Like the instinct that had told me the two men were approaching, an instinct told me I was now safeuntil I felt an intense burning, growing ever hotter. I knew what to do, and what was coming. Casting a flame between my palms, I burned away the surrounding mist to create a cushion of air, protecting myself as fire ripped away at the hex, leaving everything else untouched.
The roar subsided, and the fire was dragged away to my left at Edmunds will as he directed it with his fingers from the other side of the field. I blinked a few times. The scene he had cleared for us was not what I had been expecting. Edmund, whose voice had seemed so sharp and so clear, was standing just outside of the tennis courts, as though he had barely moved. The prince, who had seemed distant, was only about fifteen feet to my left. The other Athan had disappeared. I was pinned in a corner at the apex of two banks, and was, in fact, standing halfway up one of them. Taking in my feet, which sloped with the bank, a wave of dizziness hit me. I dropped down and crossed my legs, waiting to be collected, as I didnt feel capable of anything else.
As soon as he had completed his task, Edmund rushed over and was with us in a second. He charmed into his hands a glass with a rubber-lined lid and clamps, and scooped up the last few wisps of the mist that he had left floating near us. Screwing and clamping the glass shut, he burned away the remainder.
What was that? the prince asked, shakily walking over and dropping down at the foot of the bank below me. He looked as exhausted and disoriented as I was.
You learned about block hexes at your Sagean schools, didnt you? Edmund asked. We both nodded. Well, that was one, mixed with some sort of air-and-water hex. But we are trained against those. It shouldnt faze us. That, therefore, was something new. And we need to find out what.
The princes head dropped into his hands, and his hands onto his bent knees. Were in so much trouble, arent we?
Edmund, eyeing me rather than his young royal charge, narrowed his eyes. As soon as I know its safe, I am going to make you wish you had never been born.
I shrugged my shoulders, beginning to slide down the bank without getting up. Guarding young human life is one of the main clauses of the Terra Treaties, so I dontmiarba!
I dived for my leg, clutching the outer part of my thigh just above my knee as something ripped through the skin. It was like being cut open by a very, very large thorn. When I looked down to the ground, I realized that was almost exactly what had happened, because lying in the long tufts of grass was a stake. It was a dumpy thing, no more than a foot long, and tapered from the thickness of my fist to a shard that looked like it could be snapped off. It couldnt. My heavily bleeding leg was proof of that.
Edmund was at my side the moment I gasped in pain. The prince ran up, too. They both swore when they saw the cause of my injury.
A slayers stake? That . . . that is all we need. Great, the prince neatly summarized in a dry tone. The slayers in league with the Extermino. Today has sucked! He threw his arms up in frustration.
Edmund, ever practical, stooped down to examine the weapon. He cast a spell along its length. Fallon, if you have finished being a drama queen, the duchess is bleeding. He looked at me. The tip isnt poisoned or enchanted. Youre very lucky; in their hurry to leave, it was probably just dropped rather than planted.
The prince looked sheepish and offered me his shoulder to hoist myself up on. Once I was up, the pain subsided substantially, and I told them to let me walk on my own. Edmund was anxious to get off the field to the comparative safety of the main school buildings, and moving under my own power was quicker than hopping.
Racing down thesteps in Edmunds wake, I could have groaned aloud as I realized practically the whole school had congregated in the quad. The headmaster had his megaphone out and was attempting to calm the hordes, most of whom were very pale.
As everybody turned to watch us enter, I shuffled to the right to hide behind Edmunds back. The prince shuffled to the left. Entering the ring of people, Edmund just kept going as I halted beside Tammy and the others, who stared very openly at me. I realized I was probably covered in blood, and not all of it my own. It wasnt exactly the perfect image to present, considering what had happened.
Edmund marched on toward the English building, only to be halted midstep by a firefighter in the doorway (which still hadnt been repaired from the night of the storm). The Athan clearly were not in the habit of stopping for other people, because Edmund went to sidestep him. The firefighter mirrored him.
Sir, you cant go in there quite yet.
Really?
Yes.
Okay, Edmund chirped in an unnaturally agreeable voice. Out here will do. Turning around, he clapped his hands together and marched toward a bench. Just before he reached it, he dismissively flicked his hand out to the side. From outside the building came a loud shriek of pain. I glared at him for clearly casting some kind of spell on the firefighter as he rounded on me.
Pantyhose off.
I closed my eyes briefly in exasperation. The prince is right. Today sucks. It cannot possibly get any more embarrassing. Nevertheless, though I had only met him the same day (though apparently not for the first time), I could tell Edmunds mood was murderous as promised, and dragged my feet over to the bench.
P-pardon? the headmaster stuttered, catching the corner of his megaphone, which gave an almighty screech. Mr. Sylaeia was nearby and answered him by simply pointing at my leg. Though my tights were reasonably opaque, they were stained even darker by the blood down my left, unscarred leg.
I slid them down by tugging from below the tear. It was about the most painful way to do it, as the blood had caked to the torn mesh and my skin, but also the only modest way.
Mr. Sylaeia hissed as soon as he saw my flesh. What did that?
This, the prince said, coming forward with the stake in hand. The teachers mouth dropped, but he motioned for the weapon. It was placed on the bench next to us. Edmund patted the closer bench and I climbed up, sitting on the table and resting my feet on the seat.
I can heal it myself, I said defiantly.
Everybodys attention was on Mr. Sylaeia, the prince, and the stake they were examining now as Edmund washed my wound. I think you have cast enough complex magic for today, young lady, he muttered, low enough so only I could hear. His gaze flicked up and he met my eyes. I inhaled. He bowed his head.
How did he know about that? He had been on the other side of the field!
He said no more on the subject, and I had to be content to sit and grit my teeth as he worked on the wound, which wasnt as much of a clean cut as I had originally thought. It was painful, as his magic stitched it together; I could feel every prick of a spark penetrating my skin, and even worse was the knowledge his hands were so far up my leg in front of everybody. I wished he would let me do it myself. Or let the prince do it.
It belonged to a member of the Pierre clan, Mr. Sylaeia informed us, very wisely choosing not to use English. I minored in Sagean and vamperic history, he then added apologetically, as though he was immediately doubting his own statement. Its a long time since I studied it, so I cant be sure without looking up the crest on the handle.
Edmund nodded. The style is Romanian, so I will take your word for it.
I dragged my gaze away from the three men to stare at my knees. The Pierre clan. The very same clan who had murdered the late vamperic queen; the very same clan Kaspar Varn and his clique had wreaked revenge upon the night of the London Bloodbath. It shouldnt have surprised me that they had contact with the Extermino, and I supposed it didntthe latter would be useful to the slayers in that they could get them across the borders between the dimensions. But I hadnt forgotten the princes words to me in my kitchen. Violet Lees father was in league with the Pierre clan. Humans, slayer or not, were no real threat to the vamperic kingdom. But other dark beings? That was bad. That was really, really bad.
Out of the blue, a woman leaped from the top of the hall building and landed within feet of Edmund. Its clear for half a mile in every direction. It seems they all crossed the borders.
Good. Get a full dome shield up. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out; not even the air, Edmund replied, never taking his eyes off his work on my leg.
What about the humans? I asked.
Not our problem. My job is to protect you. I dont care about them.
The message must have been relayed, because at that moment I felt a wall of intense magic pass right through me and on to my classmates, whose eyes shot up to the skyexcept the sky had disappeared. Instead, the space above us was painted a watery mixture of gray and electric blue: a lid had been placed over the school, and with it came the same eerie drone of a siren that the lightning had triggered at Burrator. But this siren never went away.
True panic set in, greater than what I had briefly seen before the mist had engulfed me. People screamed and wailed; the light was artificial and tinted blue, and the air was thick with energy and hard to push from the lungs. Eventually, the oxygen would run out.
Richard dropped down, followed by another young woman, who looked considerably younger than the other three. As she approached, Edmunds expression, permanently set into a frown since the incident with the fireman, softened.
Are you all right? he asked her in a low voice. Nobody outside our circle would hear it anyway; the groan of the shield was so loud.
Shaken, she answered.
He gave a small smile, running a finger down my virtually healed leg to eliminate the red line and bruising. I told you the princes are always an eventful assignment.
She didnt look shaken, and inquired whether he had saved a sample of the mistby the way they talked, she sounded like an alchemist. All four seemed a lot more relaxed now the shield was up, and she moved away to examine the stake.
My sister, Edmund explained, watching her leave. Youre done. Try placing weight on it. I slid down and experimentally leaned on my left leg. There was no pain, though my thigh felt numb. I told him so. He didnt seem concerned.
He didnt seem too concerned about the humans, either, or the fact they didnt particularly like being trapped in a giant fishbowl. Only the prince had reacted in any way, going over to try and calm down the headmaster, who was concerned first about the Athan jumping all over his buildings and second about the dome. Mr. Sylaeia tackled the other teachers. The students were left to, well, gawk.
Edmund, you cant leave the shield up all day. Well suffocate, I muttered, not entirely sure that in his zealous pursuit of safety that fact had actually registered.
It wont be up all day. Were going.
Going where?
Back to Burrator.
Me too?
Of course.
I cant.
He was preoccupied with the stake, casting it away, and was not looking at my expression. Of course you can. Your leg will be fine now.
I wont go.
His gaze darted up, and he began to advance toward me. I lost my nerve slightly, backing into the bench. My lady, we cannot guarantee that the school is safe without the shield, which as you rightly pointed out cannot be maintained, he explained so slowly it verged on patronizing. Send the humans home if you are concerned about them.
I want to go home, I said shakily. It didnt sound like that was actually what I wanted. I wont leave my parents alone with the Extermino around.
You told me over the weekend that your parents were in London until Thursday, the prince called from behind the tree where the teachers were. He spoke in English, for which I heartily wanted to hex him. Suddenly, he was in front of me, the cherry blossoms settling in a circle around where my hands rested on the tabletop for support, as I arched away from them both. Why are you lying?
He looked hurt, but I felt boxed in and could not look at anything except the bare tops of my feet after that. I just want to go home.
But you seemed so happy over the last few days. Now his voice sounded hurt.
I want to go home, I repeated. Is that so hard to understand?
My lady, perhaps you do not understand, but things are different now. You cannot just do what you want. It is not your choice anymore, Edmund continued. He really was very tall. Very imposing.
Yes it is! I sidestepped along the bench, needing to escape the enclosure, but the prince was quicker and thrust his arm out, trapping me.
The third fas. Loyalty to Athenea. Im ordering you to come back with us.
My lips parted. Are you being serious?
Deadly, he murmured. The movement of his lips unwittingly drew my gaze toward them, and perhaps because my lips had parted, he was doing the same. He was so close his breath blew a few strands of my hair across my face. I wanted to brush them back, but there was no room between us to slide a hand. Instead, he did it for me, using the hand that had shut me in, but he did not tuck the wisps behind my ears as I always did. I dont want you in danger.
Really?
Really, he confirmed, still not raising his voice above a whisper.
I kept watching his lips for another second, then threw myself to the left, marching straight past the cherry blossom tree and its plaque to Kurt Holden, parting the crowd with ease.
Okay, show is over, folks, into the hall. We need to get you sent home. I glanced back to see Mr. Sylaeias instruction go ignored by the students, who stood stock-still to let the prince pass in his pursuit of me.
Autumn! Dont be like this.
I tripped down the stairs and raced through the covered entrance we had treaded barely an hour before. Be like what, Your Highness?
I dont know . . . just dont throw a tantrum like youre a spoiled brat.
I choked on my own words, glancing back again. He was keeping pace with me a few meters behind. Edmund followed at a distance. That . . . that is complete hypocrisy coming from the guy who would have happily ignored the fifth fas. I held up five fingers and then thrust my arms out in frustration as I started to cross the parking lot. Strict adherence to the Terra Treaties, of which a major part is guardianship of human youth!
I heard his hands slap against his sides. Its not that simple for me, and you know it! And it shouldnt be for you, either. You didnt even think twice about throwing yourself into the arms of the Extermino for a group of humans!
I whirled around and lodged my hands just above my hips. Oh, and our lives are worth more than theirs, are they?
He teetered to a stop just in front of me and ran a hand down the back of his head. Thats not what I meant. He sighed. I waited for him to explain what he did mean. You are such an enigma, he eventually said, cocking his head to one side. One week you impulsively try to blast Valerie Danvers from here to Vancouver and now you are more than happy to lay your life down for her.
I didnt just do it for her, I mumbled.
Dont be pedantic.
Dont be incorrigible.
He let out a sudden short laugh. You are really quite cute when youre irritable.
My mouth fell open yet again and I shrieked in displeasure, storming away toward the bus stop.
Duchess, he sang out. Where are you going? We are in a giant snow dome and youve left your bag behind.
I glanced behind to see him biting on his lower lip as it quivered, his hands stuffed down into the pockets of his colored jeans as he practically bounced along.
That is it! Taking a few running steps, I leaped into the air. A shield there might be, but it stretched far beyond the perimeters of even the primary school, and I could still put distance between me and him.
No, no, no! Dont do that! he shouted after me, and I felt his own magic lift him into the air, followed by a reprimand from Edmund.
It seemed logical to head in the direction of the river, but the shield only extended to the road on that side, and I would not get far. Instead, I again retraced our movement on the way in, using the other road out of Dartmouth as a guide. I wouldnt be able to get far, and he was a lot fitter than me and catching up; for an absurd moment, I considered dropping down and hiding out in the girls locker room of the towns sports center, the last large building within the shield. Either way, I was going to have to descend.
But as I passed the roundabout and was picking a spot where I could hit the ground running, a powerful curse hit me in the back. I would have screamed as it shunted me off course, but it had knocked the wind from my lungs. It wasnt enough to pluck me out of the air, yet, as I discovered not a second later, it was enough for the prince to catch up and collide with me. His arms wound around my back and his momentum carried us right over the road and hedgerow and into the sports center soccer field. Then the stem through which his magic flowed was clamped and we were freefalling; despite the pain clutching at my bottom rib, I managed to scream, letting the sound taper off as we slowed on a cushion of air. Though he was clearly in control, I still glared at him as we came to a stop so close to the ground that my dangling hair raked the grass. He ignored me and lifted one of his hands from between my shoulder blades to cradle the back of my head, protecting it as he let us down the last foot. I came to a gentle rest, utterly flush to the ground while he straddled my hips.
When it became apparent he was quite comfortable there, I tried to roll over and throw him off. He was having none of that and grabbed my wrists, pinning them in one of his hands above my head.
Your Highness, I demand you let me go!
You . . . demand? he questioned slowly, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly. He was using his mischievous smile; it was so potent, his dimples appeared again.
Yes, I do! I insisted. This breaches the Terra!
Correct. But Ill let you go as soon as I know you are going to come with us, and you are safe, he retorted, springing up onto all fours and leaning over me. I was provided with an involuntary view of his chest: I could see his scars creasing his shirt, and where his ribs ended, and the way the material really made his muscles show uppecs, Gwen always called them.
Abruptly, I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. His deodorant smelled different. Like chocolate.
As soon as I had recognized the scent, he was sitting up straight again, resting on my stomach, and with yet another shriek of frustration I realized what he had done. My arms were bound together not by his hand now but by restraints, which also appeared around my ankles as I tried to summon my magic to destroy them. Nothing happened. My blood did not run hot, and the spells would not trip to the front of my mind.
How dare you? Thats degree-level magic!
He threw back his head and laughed, and then placed his hands on either side of my shoulders so his face was level with mine. He continued to chuckle.
What?! I dont find this funny!
Its not! Honest, he protested, clearing his face to appease me. But this is the Autumn Rose I remember from my childhood. Its good to see her
Earlier you said I was having a tantrum! Are you insinuating that I was a spoiled child?
He looked stumped and his lips moved wordlessly. I . . . oh . . . well . . . you were very . . . independent. He nodded as though to reassure himself that was the most tactful response.
I was about to retort when somebody cleared their throat from beside us.
The prince grinned sheepishly. Hi, Edmund! With that, he clambered off me, standing up.
The older man pointed at me. You . . . are . . . He couldnt even finish that particular sentence. Cars will be here in two minutes. And youre staying at Burrator until its safe. No arguments.
I brought my tethered hands over my head and tried to place them on the ground so I could get up. It didnt work. Well, in that case, you will have to go via my house, as I need to collect some more clothes. No arguments.
The prince bit back a snort of laughter.
Edmund didnt look so amused. Cast what you need.
I cant. I dont know where my spare uniform has been put, and plainly I need it.
He grunted his reply and I took that as a yes, noticing, even with my limited field of view, that we were drawing a crowd at the field entrancemainly employees from the sports center, who were all looking up at the shield.
At least help me up, I told the prince. He complied, taking my hands and pulling me into a sitting position. Apparently, I was not to be trusted to stand up, and he flopped down behind me and rested his back on mine so that I could sit comfortably. I drew my knees up and rested my bound hands on them.
Hey, duchess, he said after a while.
What? I snapped.
Are you going to start calling me Fallon now?
I closed my eyes and sighed quietly. He had noted my lapse in the mist. Perhaps.
He laughed again. How can he be in such high spirits after everything that has happened, both over the weekend and in the last hour? In fact, how can I be so calm?
True to Edmunds word, the cars were only minutes away, and at the roar of the engines, I was afforded the privilege of being allowed to walk again. As soon as the door slammed behind me, the restraints around my arms disappeared, and outside, the dome faded. With its withering came rain. Hard, unforgiving rain.