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Unlike last time, the bundle wasn’t held together with rope. Using her magic, she flicked the cloth aside to reveal the sword and took in the sight. She felt the same sense of awe she’d had the first time she’d seen it. The sword was a masterpiece.
Even though touching the blade hadn’t gone well the last time, she knew this time would be different. Doing exactly what she’d done before, she touched the blade with the tips of all eight fingers at once.
Just like before, a pulse of energy shot up her arms, jerking her shoulders while her fingers stayed on the blade. The feelings in the blade settled down, sending a soothing current through her fingers and she knew for sure this time would be different.
She closed her eyes, and relaxed her fingers, as she listened to the blade tell her that all the stories passed down about how to contain the evil magic were wrong.
* * *
Isaac sensed the moment Kate went into a trance. He’d been prepared but had held out hope that it wouldn’t happen.
“We have to stop her,” Fiona said, walking toward Kate. “It’s like when she touched it the first time. She lost over six hours.”
“No, don’t touch her,” he said, circling his fingers around Fiona’s wrist to prevent her from getting to Kate.
“Can’t you see what it’s doing to her?” Fiona demanded as she tried to wrench out of Isaac’s clasp. He added some magic to his grip in a move that surprised him how instinctively he’d done it.
They both knew Fiona could have added her own magic to the mix and forced him to let go. Instead, she stilled and looked him in the eyes. “You don’t think she’s in trouble?”
Isaac released Fiona but didn’t apologize for detaining her. “No, I don’t, but I will monitor her. I told Kate that if this happened, I’d use my magic to read her emotions.” He took a step toward Kate and stopped, looking over his shoulder at Fiona. “I won’t pull her away unless I think she or the baby are in trouble. I have to trust her.”
“You’re right.” Fiona huffed out a dry laugh. “Please be patient with me. For almost a month, I believed you were both dead. I’m going to be a bit overprotective for a while.”
“Understood.”
Fiona had asked him to be patient with her, and now he had to give that to Kate. Calling on every ounce of patience he possessed, a skill he’d been honing since being with Kate, he walked up behind her.
Leaving only a few inches between their bodies, he placed his hands on her hips and let his magic out. Closing his eyes, he pushed his magic to reach for her emotions.
He felt an immediate pushback and breathed a sigh of relief—Kate was fine. Her magic didn’t tell him in words, only feelings, but he sensed the pushback was reassurance.
Sliding his right hand from her hip, around to her stomach, he spread it across her belly. The feeling was of pure warmth. Although he didn’t sense a heartbeat, he knew it was there, and it wouldn’t be many weeks before he would be able to sense one.
Their magic had forged a bond. There was no way to know if it was because of the magic he’d embedded in her tattoos or because of their love, but there was no denying it was there.
Keeping one hand on Kate’s hip and the other on her belly, he let the minutes tick by. As long as both mom and baby were doing okay, he’d trust Kate to get the information she needed.
Every few minutes, her magic pushed back, letting him know she was still aware of what was going on around her. That was enough for him.
“Isaac?” Fiona asked, her voice laced with worry.
He turned his head to look at Fiona. “Kate’s fine. As is the baby. I can feel them both.”
“What if she’s in the trance for hours?”
“I don’t think she’s in a trance. It’s my guess that she’s talking to the sword. And if that’s true, she’ll probably be finished soon.” He laughed at his own words. “I mean… how much can a sword have to say?”
It was clear Fiona didn’t appreciate his joke, but Isaac was going to trust Kate.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Thirty minutes had passed since she’d laid her fingers on the sword. Until Isaac felt something off with either Kate or the baby, he would continue to wait.
True to his word to Fiona, the sword must have run out of things to say because five minutes later, Kate was finished.
She spun in his hands, but he didn’t let go until he’d kissed her. Since they weren’t alone in her workshop, the kiss wasn’t long or deep, but it was enough for the moment.
“We were wrong,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “We don’t need a lock.”
“Then what do we need?” Sam asked, walking up with Mirek, Damon, Morgana, Jo, and Simon.
