Burning Dawn
Page 97
Zacharel surveyed the scene, and when his gaze landed on Thane, the layer of ice he wore like a second skin cracked. “You are almost past the point of aid, my friend.”
“Tell me something...I don’t know.”
“Does anyone have the special Water?” Elin practically shrieked. “If so, you better give it to me. Give it to me now. I killed a prince, and I won’t stop there.”
Malcolm, who had resisted all of Thane’s demands and pleas before, reached inside an air pocket without hesitation.
My little tyrant. She’d really come into her own.
He began to wheeze. His chest tightened. The world dimmed as Elin uncorked the vial and turned to him. Then he lost sight of her completely. Lost the sound of her voice, and the comfort of her scent. Lost...everything.
* * *
ELIN POURED EVERY BIT of the water into Thane’s mouth. But he was unconscious and didn’t swallow. Most of it dribbled from him as his head lolled to the side.
“Come on, Thane.” Desperately she worked his throat with her fingers.
The black-haired warrior with bright green eyes barked, “Does anyone else have a vial? He needs it now.”
Heads shook, and eyes gleamed with dismay. Bjorn and Xerxes looked ready to bust apart at the seams, as if they couldn’t control the dark tide of emotion rampaging through them.
Without the Water, Thane would die. If he wasn’t already—
No.
This couldn’t be the end.
“Bjorn, Xerxes.” She wasn’t giving up and knew they wouldn’t, either. “We’re taking him to the source. Now.”
“We can’t force the crowd to let us pass,” Xerxes said, clearly dealing with shock. “That’s the only rule.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter—she would do anything. “We’ll find a way.”
The male gently gathered Thane in his arms. Blood dripped from Thane’s wings, painting the feathers crimson. “You’re right. We must try.”
Features tight with worry, Bjorn tugged her to his chest, something that couldn’t be pleasant for him. But their minds were in accord. Do whatever was necessary to save Thane’s life.
Together, their little foursome flew to some kind of temple. During the twenty-minute flight—the longest twenty minutes of her life—Thane never opened his eyes, never said a word.
To her horror, there was a huge line of people waiting at a towering iron gate, and Xerxes’s words began to make sense. All of these people...and she was just supposed to wait?
“We are next,” Xerxes stated baldly. “Please.”
“No way,” said the petulant male at the front of the line. “I’ve waited too long for my turn.”
“Then another few minutes won’t hurt you, but I will,” Elin snapped, flames bursting from her hair.
She hissed, her face breaking out into a mass of blisters, and Bjorn dropped her.
As she straightened, the male at the front of the line backed away from her.
“We can’t use force,” Xerxes reminded her. “Whatever method we use will be visited upon us for the rest of eternity.”
Which wouldn’t help Thane. She wanted to scream!
A mental command caused her wings to dissipate—her control continued to shock and awe her. “Thane of the Three is dying,” she announced, lifting her chin. “He is a good man, and he is loved. Help us help him. Please.”
Annnd...no response. Everyone looked away. All the moment lacked was crickets singing in the background.
Her hands fisted. “Imagine yourself standing here, in my place. Imagine your spouse or your friend or your father or brother struggling to survive. Imagine there is a way to save him...but someone is standing in your way. How would you feel? What would you do?”
Again, there was no response. Until...
“Let them pass,” someone down the way shouted.
“Yeah,” another called. “Have a heart. He’s one of ours.”
“It’s not like you’ll be adding more than five minutes to your wait.”
“Fine,” the next in line grumbled. “You’re next.”
Her relief was tempered by concern as she took in Thane’s pale skin and blue-tinged lips. The first battle was won, but not the war.
Come on, come on, come the freak on. Finally, the iron gate opened, and as a female Sent One skipped out, smiling, Xerxes stalked past her, Thane still quiet and motionless in his arms. Bjorn and Elin followed closely behind.
This had to work. Failure wasn’t an option.
Xerxes didn’t stop at the River’s shore, but waded in deep. Bjorn and Elin, too. At the moment of contact, however, terrible pain consumed her and she jumped out. What was that about?
Bjorn looked back at her, understanding lighting his face. “I heard what the prince said to you. He infected you with Kendra’s poison and his own darkness.”
“Yes.”
“And now you hurt.”
“Yes,” she repeated, her gaze straying to Thane. He was still unconscious. Keep it together.
Bjorn tilted his head to the side, as if he was listening to a voice she couldn’t hear. “The Water is a cleansing agent,” he said. “The Most High has just informed me your defeat of the prince has earned a reward. Enter the River and be cleansed of the fallen angel’s darkness, as well as Kendra’s poison.”
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. “What about my immortality?” She had to keep it. For Thane. Because he would survive this. Nothing else was acceptable.
Again Bjorn’s head tilted to the side. “You will lose only the evil that came with it.”
Have the good, discard the bad? Thank you wasn’t good enough. Steeling herself against what was to come, she dived in and swallowed a mouthful. The pain was immediate and intense, and she broke the surface screaming, but within a few minutes, a sweet sense of peace took its place.
The moment she was able to, she swam to Xerxes and Thane. The water was the perfect temperature. Not too warm, not too cold, and it sparkled against her skin, pleasant now. Shaking, she scooped the liquid into Thane’s mouth, handful after handful, forcing him to swallow.
Still, there was no change.
She fed him even more liquid, desperation trying to choke her. She pressed her fingers into his neck, searching for a pulse. Nothing. Near-crippling anguish joined the desperation, and she gasped for breath.
“Tell me something...I don’t know.”
“Does anyone have the special Water?” Elin practically shrieked. “If so, you better give it to me. Give it to me now. I killed a prince, and I won’t stop there.”
Malcolm, who had resisted all of Thane’s demands and pleas before, reached inside an air pocket without hesitation.
My little tyrant. She’d really come into her own.
He began to wheeze. His chest tightened. The world dimmed as Elin uncorked the vial and turned to him. Then he lost sight of her completely. Lost the sound of her voice, and the comfort of her scent. Lost...everything.
* * *
ELIN POURED EVERY BIT of the water into Thane’s mouth. But he was unconscious and didn’t swallow. Most of it dribbled from him as his head lolled to the side.
“Come on, Thane.” Desperately she worked his throat with her fingers.
The black-haired warrior with bright green eyes barked, “Does anyone else have a vial? He needs it now.”
Heads shook, and eyes gleamed with dismay. Bjorn and Xerxes looked ready to bust apart at the seams, as if they couldn’t control the dark tide of emotion rampaging through them.
Without the Water, Thane would die. If he wasn’t already—
No.
This couldn’t be the end.
“Bjorn, Xerxes.” She wasn’t giving up and knew they wouldn’t, either. “We’re taking him to the source. Now.”
“We can’t force the crowd to let us pass,” Xerxes said, clearly dealing with shock. “That’s the only rule.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter—she would do anything. “We’ll find a way.”
The male gently gathered Thane in his arms. Blood dripped from Thane’s wings, painting the feathers crimson. “You’re right. We must try.”
Features tight with worry, Bjorn tugged her to his chest, something that couldn’t be pleasant for him. But their minds were in accord. Do whatever was necessary to save Thane’s life.
Together, their little foursome flew to some kind of temple. During the twenty-minute flight—the longest twenty minutes of her life—Thane never opened his eyes, never said a word.
To her horror, there was a huge line of people waiting at a towering iron gate, and Xerxes’s words began to make sense. All of these people...and she was just supposed to wait?
“We are next,” Xerxes stated baldly. “Please.”
“No way,” said the petulant male at the front of the line. “I’ve waited too long for my turn.”
“Then another few minutes won’t hurt you, but I will,” Elin snapped, flames bursting from her hair.
She hissed, her face breaking out into a mass of blisters, and Bjorn dropped her.
As she straightened, the male at the front of the line backed away from her.
“We can’t use force,” Xerxes reminded her. “Whatever method we use will be visited upon us for the rest of eternity.”
Which wouldn’t help Thane. She wanted to scream!
A mental command caused her wings to dissipate—her control continued to shock and awe her. “Thane of the Three is dying,” she announced, lifting her chin. “He is a good man, and he is loved. Help us help him. Please.”
Annnd...no response. Everyone looked away. All the moment lacked was crickets singing in the background.
Her hands fisted. “Imagine yourself standing here, in my place. Imagine your spouse or your friend or your father or brother struggling to survive. Imagine there is a way to save him...but someone is standing in your way. How would you feel? What would you do?”
Again, there was no response. Until...
“Let them pass,” someone down the way shouted.
“Yeah,” another called. “Have a heart. He’s one of ours.”
“It’s not like you’ll be adding more than five minutes to your wait.”
“Fine,” the next in line grumbled. “You’re next.”
Her relief was tempered by concern as she took in Thane’s pale skin and blue-tinged lips. The first battle was won, but not the war.
Come on, come on, come the freak on. Finally, the iron gate opened, and as a female Sent One skipped out, smiling, Xerxes stalked past her, Thane still quiet and motionless in his arms. Bjorn and Elin followed closely behind.
This had to work. Failure wasn’t an option.
Xerxes didn’t stop at the River’s shore, but waded in deep. Bjorn and Elin, too. At the moment of contact, however, terrible pain consumed her and she jumped out. What was that about?
Bjorn looked back at her, understanding lighting his face. “I heard what the prince said to you. He infected you with Kendra’s poison and his own darkness.”
“Yes.”
“And now you hurt.”
“Yes,” she repeated, her gaze straying to Thane. He was still unconscious. Keep it together.
Bjorn tilted his head to the side, as if he was listening to a voice she couldn’t hear. “The Water is a cleansing agent,” he said. “The Most High has just informed me your defeat of the prince has earned a reward. Enter the River and be cleansed of the fallen angel’s darkness, as well as Kendra’s poison.”
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. “What about my immortality?” She had to keep it. For Thane. Because he would survive this. Nothing else was acceptable.
Again Bjorn’s head tilted to the side. “You will lose only the evil that came with it.”
Have the good, discard the bad? Thank you wasn’t good enough. Steeling herself against what was to come, she dived in and swallowed a mouthful. The pain was immediate and intense, and she broke the surface screaming, but within a few minutes, a sweet sense of peace took its place.
The moment she was able to, she swam to Xerxes and Thane. The water was the perfect temperature. Not too warm, not too cold, and it sparkled against her skin, pleasant now. Shaking, she scooped the liquid into Thane’s mouth, handful after handful, forcing him to swallow.
Still, there was no change.
She fed him even more liquid, desperation trying to choke her. She pressed her fingers into his neck, searching for a pulse. Nothing. Near-crippling anguish joined the desperation, and she gasped for breath.
