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Hurstgrove sent Bram a snarling glare. He muttered a four-letter word that made her wince. "This isnt your decision. "
"When Mathias comes knocking again, it will be too late. Think about that. "
Moments later, Lucan sidled up to them. He approached Felicia only long enough to hand her a fruit-filled pastry and coffee in a paper cup. And stare at her with a haunted blue gaze.
"Were done here," Bram said. "Get to Ices caves quickly. Lucan will ride with you. "
"Absolutely not," Hurstgrove objected.
"Your exalted title leads you to believe you get to make the orders. You knew who was in charge when you joined us. "
His Grace looked ready to tear someones head off. "This isnt wise. "
"She needs all the protection possible. I had a dream last night of Felicia. With Mathias. Very unpleasant. "
Bram told the truth, and Felicia shivered. Hed dreamt something frightening about her and the man who wanted to kill her? If Mathias had destroyed a five-hundred-year-old chapel in a matter of moments, hed have no trouble destroying her.
Hurstgrove blanched as if hed seen a ghost. If hed been concerned before, now he was downright paranoid, his gaze dissecting every part of their surroundings, looking for hidden shadows.
"Do your dreams ever come true?" she asked Bram.
Bram met her stare directly. "Always. "
Another unpleasant truth. Damn.
"Then you have my cooperation. " Fear clutching her insides, Felicia grabbed Hurstgroves arm in one hand and Lucans in the other. "Lets go. "
By midday, Hurstgrove parked the car near the side of a hill. Just over the rise, the sounds of the crashing ocean carried on the wind. The brisk scent of salt and the winter chill stung Felicias nose.
As she reached for the door handle, her stomach jumped. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the remote location, or Hurstgroves taciturn mood, but foreboding washed over Felicia. She suspected her life was about to change forever.
Hurstgrove yanked the keys from the ignition but didnt open the door. Instead, he clenched his jaw and jabbed her with a furious stare. "I dont want this for you. "
"Mathias isnt going to rest until hes found me, yes?"
"Hes relentless. "
"The sooner we deal with this, the sooner Ill have my life back. "
Hurstgrove shook his head. "What were about to tell you will shock you, and I wish I could spare you--"
"But you cant. " She resisted the urge to curl her fingers around his hard shoulders and absolve him of guilt. "I can handle it. "
"Youre strong," Lucan said from the cramped backseat. "Excellent. Youll need it. "
Together, they left the car, Hurstgrove standing close, his gaze raking the landscape around them with a watchfulness that made her tense. Lucan crowded her other side, doing the same.
Moments later, a group oozing testosterone emerged to the blustery day from the mouth of the cave, Bram at the front. How had he beaten them here? That mental transportation hed alluded to at her wedding? Why hadnt they used it with her?
She also recognized Ice from her wedding, along with sword-wielding Marrok.
With them were three other men shed never seen: one with Lucans blue eyes but an easier mien; a big, dark-haired bloke with gray eyes like a storm cloud; and a smiling fellow with striking green eyes.
"Who are they?" she whispered.
"Lets get inside where its safer, and Ill explain. " Hurstgrove didnt sound happy.
Felicia approached the small crowd, and Ice led the group into the caves.
Hurstgrove followed closely behind, ruffling her hair with his hot breath.
The door shut behind them, and warmth enclosed her. The caves, while sparse, were surprisingly homey.
"Some of us, you know. The others . . . " Bram pointed to the blue-eyed man beside him. "This is Caden MacTavish, Lucans younger brother. Tynan OShea. " He gestured to the stormy one, who stared stoically. "And half of the trouble twins, Ronan Wolvesey. "
Mr. Green Eyes nodded. "Raiden, the other half, is out taking care of an urgent matter. "
"Hello," Felicia said to the small cluster of men, then turned to Bram. "Now, tell me everything I need to know. "
Before he could say a word, four women filed in. A classically beautiful brunette with stunning indigo eyes introduced herself as Olivia. Next, Felicia met Sydney, a plucky redhead who exuded intelligence. Then Kari, who swung long, pale curls over her shoulder as the diamond in her navel twinkled in the lamplight. Finally, Ice approached another blonde, this one so dazzlingly gorgeous, Felicias jaw dropped.
The woman threw herself into Ices arms, and he enclosed her in an embrace. His kiss was so gentle, Felicia could hardly believe it had come from such a fierce male.
When he lifted his head, Ice smiled. "My princess. "
This must be Sabelle. Feeling as if shed just witnessed something intimate, Felicia looked away.
Until Sabelle approached Duke and hugged him. "Thank goodness youre safe. "
Hurstgrove kissed her on the forehead, his touch brotherly. "Thank you for your concern. "
He wasnt moved by the womans beauty at all? Felicia frowned. Of the two of them, Sabelle was by far the more stunning. Hurstgrove didnt seem to notice.
Sydney crossed the room and gave him a mock sigh. "Still cant get rid of you, I see. "
Hurstgrove smiled wryly. "Youre stuck with me. "
"A pest to the end. Why am I not surprised?"
Their camaraderie shafted Felicia with a bolt of envy. Hurstgrove liked these women, respected them. The fact shed never once exchanged an easy word with him chafed her. He wanted her but didnt like her? Or only wanted her because Mason did?
She shoved the ugly thought aside.
A moment later, Caden approached the sassy redhead and tilted her face to his for a lingering kiss.
"Youre a flirt," he accused softly, brushing a kiss over her lips.
"Mmm. If flirting gets me treatment like this, Ill do it more often. "
"Perhaps I need to take you over my knee, firecracker," he whispered.
Felicia doubted anyone else in the room could hear them. But standing right beside them, she couldnt miss their by-play.
The brunette made her way over to Marrok and looked at him as if he was her moon, sun, and stars all in one. He returned the silent sentiment--along with a good dose of heat. They whispered to each other. Felicia couldnt hear, but their devotion was obvious. In fact, it was all around her. Shed never spent time with couples actually in love. Alexei hadnt loved Deirdre. Her adoptive parents hadnt been in love, either.
Part of Felicia envied their closeness, which made no sense. She didnt want love, didnt want to lose herself as her sister had . . . and yet, there was something so compelling about the obvious commitment these couples shared.
Hurstgrove settled his hand on her waist, above her hip. She jumped at his touch, and swung her gaze over her shoulder. Desire glowed in his eyes.
Sabelle approached her cautiously, then shot a stunned glance to Hurstgrove.
"Wow. I cant believe you actually found--"
Hurstgrove shook his head and sent the woman a warning glare.
Felicia wanted to scream. "What are you hiding from me? What is going on?"
"This one speaks her mind," Kari drawled. "A woman I can relate to. "
The other women snickered.
"You guys better start talking," Olivia said with a smug smile.
"Quickly. " Felicia tried to keep the impatience from her voice. "Ive already discerned that youre not human. "
Smiles all around the room fell instantly. The air seemed to stop.
"How long have you known?" Bram demanded, jaw nearly scraping his toes.
She bit her lip. "Since he abducted me. "
"Hence the twenty questions in the car last night. " Hurstgrove winced.
"How did you guess?" Bram snapped.
"Little clues,
" she said noncommittally.
Felicia had long regarded her built-in lie detector as one of her defenses. The only person shed ever confessed its existence to was dead. She wasnt giving up the truth to a roomful of people she hardly knew.
"So what are you?" she demanded.
"Im human," Sydney offered softly. "So is Kari. "
"As am I," said Marrok.
Felicias gaze raked over the others. They were the only humans here? Must be; no one else said a word. She let out a deep breath.
"After my quaint game of dodge-the-question with Hurstgrove, I know that youre not vampires, lupines, demons, zombies, or elves. "
"Simon," he growled. Again.
"Correct," Bram said cautiously.
Now they were getting somewhere. "In fact, Im fairly certain that youre magical. "
"Smart girl," Ice groused.
"Smarter than I realized. " Hurstgrove sent her a long, measuring glance.
She pressed on. "I assume Mathias is magical? And why have I never seen any of you perform magic?"
Bram and Hurstgrove exchanged another glance. The blond man backed farther into the cavernous room and sat on the aged greenish couch. The others followed suit, each choosing a place to sit in the craggy stone room filled with hodge-podge furniture.
His Grace rubbed his palms on his trousers and approached her. He took her hand in his.
A thousand volts of pure sexual energy shot up her arm. She jerked away.
Everyone watched.
"You neednt break it to me gently as if someone has died. Just tell me. "
He nodded, his dark hair falling across his dark eyes. "Sydney, Kari, and Marrok aside, were witches and wizards. The wizards comprise the Doomsday Brethren, who fight Mathias and his Anarki army. He hides behind a cloak of helping magickinds lower class, the Deprived. But its crap. He steals souls to build his army and kills innocents for their life force, all to overtake magickind. God help us--human and magical alike--if that happens. "
Felicia took in Hurstgroves words, heart racing. Every word hed said was pure truth.
She wasnt sure she wanted the answer to the obvious question, but couldnt afford to bury her head in the sand. "Why does he want me?"
Hurstgrove hesitated, then looked to Sabelle. "What did you find?"
"Im still checking a few things . . . but Raiden recently uncovered a family tree that gives me every reason to believe your deduction is accurate. " The beautiful witch looked at him with apology.
"Thank you, Sabelle. Keep digging and let me know--"
"What deduction?" Felicia demanded. "Dont talk around me like Im a child. This is my life. "
He cursed under his breath. "As far as we can tell, youre an Untouchable.
Someone who completely dampens all magic near them. "
Again, the truth. And this explained why hed never performed magic around her.
"You tried to . . . "
"Use magic?" he prompted. "Yes, I did. Bram did, as well. "
"And I," Lucan admitted.
"Last night, while we guarded the house you slept in, I tried a few spells," Ronan admitted. "Shes completely effective for a bit more than two hundred meters.
Impressive. "
Ice whistled, clearly astonished.
Hurstgrove glared at Ice, then approached her in the silence. "Untouchables are born only every thousand years to a very specific bloodline, and since youre adopted . . . "
"The timing is right," Sabelle supplied, rising from Ices lap. "As is the location.
Her effect on your signature and the description of her ability is spot on. Im trying to determine her birth parents now. "
Felicia froze at those words. "They didnt want me; I dont want them. "
Sabelle held up her hands, placating. "I understand. We just want to be certain youre actually the Untouchable, and not merely a human with a few unusual abilities.
Though as long as Mathias believes you are, the facts may be irrelevant. "
It was all honest truth, even if lies would have been more believable. The whole thing should have been impossible. Everything felt surreal, like a misadventure happening to someone else. Felicia couldnt wrap her head around it. Panic began to creep in.
"Why would Mathias want someone like me to suppress his magic? Does he view me as a . . . weapon? Does he seek to use me against all of you?"
Hurstgrove paused. "Ever heard of Morganna le Fay?"
She nodded. "King Arthurs half sister, according to lore. A witch, yes?"
"Aye," Marrok piped in. "A more evil bitch has never roamed the earth. "
Hurstgrove leaned in. "He became a tad bitter when she cursed him to immortality and took away his ability to . . . well, its not important. Mathias needs you to enter Morgannas tomb. He seeks to resurrect her and control her power to further his terrible cause. "
"Why does he need me to bring this dead witch back to life?"
Bram and Hurstgrove shared another glance--and she didnt like their secrecy one bit.
She ground her teeth together. "I wont have you hiding anything from me. "
"We dont know for certain," Bram admitted finally. "Lore holds that Morgannas tomb is rigged with all manner of magical traps. Only an Untouchable could bypass those and get inside the tomb. "