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“Hey, Lancaster,” he shouted, “we’re leaving. I’m taking her home.”
The magician reached out his hand and said some words and Noelle melted in Sebastian’s arms. He looked down at her, horrified by what he’d just seen. “What did you do to her?”
He looked up at Lancaster, his eyes aflame with the promise of death and destruction. A feeling he’d had only once before, when he killed his abusive father. He lifted his hand, ready.
Ready for what? To speak.
He heard her voice and looked down. She was still asleep.
You can’t go around killing people you believe are bad.
He put down his hand and shut his mouth.
He blinked. What just happened? Did he know magic? What was he about to do? He had no weapon. Was he going to strike the older man? No. He wasn’t himself. He let his gaze settle on Noelle, his anchor.
“She is fine, I vow it,” Lancaster promised. “I need you to carry her.”
“You are forcing us to—”
“I’m trying to save your lives,” Lancaster pleaded, his voice low and hushed. “The more magic I must conjure, the easier it will be to find me. Trust me, please. The knights will be back.”
Sebastian had no choice. He felt as if his insides were rumbling and quaking, breaking him apart and forging a new man, someone colder, someone dangerous.
“Get in the car,” Lancaster urged, pulling open the back door of a shiny black sedan. This wasn’t an Uber. “Get in.”
Sebastian got in. He wondered if the older man had cast a spell over him to make him so agreeable.
He climbed in carefully, letting no harm come to Noelle.
“The brooch brought you to her,” Lancaster remarked, getting in the back with them and observing him.
“It would seem,” Sebastian replied. He gazed at her and felt like he was looking down at Sleeping Beauty. Would his kiss awaken her?
“But it was to meet you as well,” he told Lancaster. “You felt it when we touched.”
“Yes.”
“We are connected.”
“Yes, it seems so. You’re powerful,” the older man remarked.
Powerful in what way? Sebastian wanted to ask but, more than that, he wanted to rest his weary head on Noelle and forget the waiting beast within him. He fought it every day, but it was getting more difficult to contain him. “How are we connected? What kind of magic am I capable of?”
“I don’t know. I can’t remember who anyone is,” Lancaster lamented. “As for your magic, you will only know how powerful you are when you perform it.”
Sebastian wouldn’t have believed they were even having this conversion if he hadn’t felt the power in him to fight Lancaster…or—
“But you know who you are? King Arthur?”
Lancaster closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “This knowledge will get one or both of us killed. I would rather others not become involved.”
Sebastian believed him and it made his blood run cold. He clutched Noelle to him. “What do I have to do with you? Tell me.”
“I don’t know, but my guess is that you are my enemy.” His powerful blue gaze warmed on him. “I wish it were not so.”
Sebastian had a sinking feeling about his true identity, but this was all so unbelievable. Still, he knew it was all true. He felt different. On edge, ready to fight, to speak words that would kill and destroy. Where did these feelings come from? The dark beast within? Who was he? Did being near Arthur awaken something, someone he truly was?
And if he was so bad, what would become of Noelle?
