AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The Ancient Fae lifted a white hot palm to Regan. “Now let’s find out which hurts more, the spell in your head or my battle power.”
~ ~ ~
Ian came to full consciousness abruptly because Regan was screaming. She was in pain. He opened his eyes a little, but didn’t move. He needed to know what kind of attack was in progress before taking action. Was Ben hurting her?
But the golden light he could see told him it was worse tha
n that. Margetta was here.
And he couldn’t path Regan because of the spell still shielding her telepathic abilities.
He forced himself to ignore the level of pain Regan was in and once more modeled her meditative process in order to quickly analyze the situation. More importantly, he only had a few seconds to figure out what to do.
His own pain, since he was still healing, he ignored.
That’s when he felt something touching his chest, a vibration so at odds with the external battle, he wasn’t sure he understood what it was.
Then he knew: Regan was sharing her mating vibration, touching his chest, asking for entrance. And she had a very specific plan in place.
Brilliant!
His corresponding frequency rose almost without having to form the thought. He also knew what this meant: he’d be forging a bond with her, the blood rose bond. With it, they’d each gain a tremendous boost in power.
For a couple of seconds, he hesitated. He wanted to ask her if she was sure. But he knew Regan. She wouldn’t have come to him like this without having already made up her mind.
And more than anything else in the world, he wanted to bond with her.
He opened himself wide. The moment his vibration touched hers, he let his love for her flow, all that he’d held back for such a long time. Despite her physical agony, her mating vibration hummed against his, getting stronger and stronger.
He could feel the bond begin to form, a tightening of his energy with hers. His mind filled with an extraordinary light until at last the frequencies joined and the bond solidified. The same light exploded within his mind, power flowing through him in massive bursts.
He heard a shrieking sound and recalled that while Margetta was the Ancient Fae, she was also part wraith and had assumed that form now.
He opened his eyes and rose up. Margetta hung in the air, a wild, euphoric expression on her face. She was in her wraith form, wearing the traditional gown of red gauze. Gold streams of her battle power flowed over Regan, causing her enormous pain.
Regan’s body was lit with a red aura, a sign she was battling Margetta in her own way, but with limited success. Margetta could have killed her outright that much Ian could see. Instead, she was taking pleasure torturing the Ruby Fae.
He let his battle energy ride across his shoulders then flow down both arms. He knew in that moment, because of his bond with Regan, he could kill the Ancient Fae.
Margetta shifted suddenly to stare at him, her eyes wide with shock.
He aimed his blue battle power at her, opening his palms wide. But the moment he fired, the golden light vanished. Margetta had disappeared. Which meant the energy he’d just released exploded the wall opposite him as well as the bathroom beyond.
He quickly covered Regan with his body, protecting her as debris landed all around them.
~ ~ ~
Regan couldn’t believe what it was like to have Ian’s frequency connected to hers. Power flowed, for one thing, so that she felt lit on fire. And the pain Margetta had been causing disappeared completely.
As the dust settled and Ian rose up, she followed, turning to stare at him. His dark gray eyes also seemed as fiery as she felt. She gripped his forearms and felt his power pulsing as though they still shared the blood tattoos.
“Ian, is this what you wanted? The bond, I mean?”
He drew her into his arms. “Being connected to you like this is exactly what I want. I love you. I always have.”
She slid her arms around his neck and held him close.
After a moment, her gaze drifted to the floor. Ben was on his stomach, half buried in debris.
