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"Precious little," Duke growled.
Felicia paced farther into the little pub. She looked about its dark wood interior and expansive windows, which allowed moonlight to filter in. Stale air, ale, and cigarette stench aside, Felicia looked like she belonged. The pub boasted a celestial ceiling and pictures of the Glastonbury Tor, along with big paintings of King Arthur, and the ethereal witch Morganna. Marrok stared at the last with a grimace as Felicia faced Bram.
"Ive been reading in the car. I found a few things. Apparently the tomb has some manner of magical sentry at the door, designed to ward away rather than harm. "
"That," Bram jumped in, "I know of. My grandfather was quite fond of using compulsions to keep people out when he wished to hide anything. Im sure hes used it here. So anyone human or magical who approached the cave entrance would feel inexplicably compelled to turn back. "
"Which is why the tomb has never been disturbed," Ice added.
"Exactly. "
"If everyone is compelled to leave, how will Mathias get in?"
"Hes a snake. " Duke raked a hand though his hair. "Hell be devising some means to slither in, no doubt. "
"Im fairly sure Mathias cannot enter before you, Felicia, or he would have already tried," Bram pointed out. "After youve gone in, two of us will linger near the doorway to ensure he cannot enter behind. Well follow as quickly as we can. "
She nodded. "There are four levels inside. Merlin was very coy with his phrasing.
One task requires us to be brisk. Another will require us to be brave. The third will force us to believe, whatever he meant by that. The last . . . " She shook her head. "We must have possession of the Doomsday Diary and its probably deadly. Thats all I know. "
"You have the diary with you?" Bram asked.
She gestured to the pack on her back. "Its here. Being Untouchable, I cant use it, but . . . how will having it save Mason? We cant simply bypass all the traps and allow Mathias to walk inside. Hell kill Mason as soon as hes gotten what he wants. "
And Felicia as well. Duke mulled that likelihood over but didnt know how to stop the danger. How could this end without death?
Duke despised this edgy, impotent feeling. He was a man of action, used to 171
making decisions and carrying them out. No hesitation. No undue deliberation. But the consequences of failure now were gut-wrenching.
Felicia shook her head. "Perhaps there will be a way during one of the levels to . . .
I dont know, catch Mathias in one of the traps. Maybe if I can dart ahead enough, the tombs resident magical safeguards will take over and doom him?"
Perhaps. Perhaps not. Duke hated leaving so much to chance, but what were his other options? Mason must be saved, Mathias no longer answered his brothers phone to negotiate, they knew precious little about what to expect from the tomb, and Felicia refused to stay back.
Bram shrugged. "What, if anything, does the book say about resurrecting Morganna?"
"Almost nothing. " She sighed, paced. "What do you know?"
"My grandfather was one cagey bastard. If he wanted to keep something a secret, he had many ways. Im sure Morgannas tomb was one of those things. Some of this . . . we may have to simply deal with as issues arise. "
Not what Duke wanted to hear, but he couldnt fault Felicia or Bram. Theyd done their best to find the information. Though it was far more than they had known previously, he was painfully aware that it may not be enough.
"Why is it even possible to resurrect her? Why didnt Merlin simply kill her outright?"
"Its hardly that simple. " Bram sighed. "She was a powerful witch who practiced deep into the dark arts. She would have had safeguards against sudden death. Besides, I think Merlin wanted her to suffer. Merely killing her would have been too kind. "
And they were all suffering for that now.
"I see. I did find one interesting, unrelated note," Felicia said. "About Untouchables. According to Merlin there were instances where magic could affect them.
But I didnt know what he meant. The whole thing was couched in terms of covenants.
Does he mean a pact?"
Brams gaze slid toward Simon. "Or a mate bond. "
A puzzled frown drifted across Felicias face. "Do you think thats what Shock meant when he said that my ancestor, Fayre, was able to hide her imprint on her mate?
Her bond to her wizard was somehow different and allowed him to use magic in her presence?"
"Possibly. But we know its about more than speaking the words because Dukes signature . . . Its perhaps not quite as transparent, but it still shows your imprint. Bloody awkward. I can only guess that Fayre trusted her mate completely and allowed him under her Untouchable barrier. Its perhaps the only way a wizard would have free rein with his ability around someone like you. "
In other words, for Duke to use his magic near her, Felicia would have to open her heart to him completely. She must give him her love without reservation or barriers.
Given her past and all that had happened to her? Why should he hope that hed managed to accomplish in four days what Mason hadnt in six years?
He risked a glance at Felicia. Her gaze was downcast, her face pensive. She understood the ramifications of Brams supposition. And she wasnt reaching out to Duke.
"That could be a bloody fantastic weapon against Mathias," Ice said. "Hed never expect it. "
Yes, their veritable ace in the hole, but . . .
"Have you tried using your magic recently?" Bram quirked a brow at Duke. "With Felicia near?"
Not since the night hed abducted her. "No. "
A long moment passed. Duke nearly didnt want to try. He feared failure, the physical symbol of their imperfect mating.
"Go on," Bram urged.
Felicia faced him, and he took her hand. "Will you try?" he asked.
She shrugged, then nodded. "What do I do?"
"Focus on relaxing. " He leaned closer and whispered, "Try to open yourself and trust me. Let me inside your walls. Remember that I would never hurt you. "
"I know. "
Her reply was a mere breath across his cheek, and everything inside him seized.
Duke wanted this to work so badly, and not just because it would help the cause.
"Go ahead. " She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Duke figured hed best start with something small, and focused on unzipping her rucksack. He closed his eyes, pictured it, tried to muster that indescribable force inside him that provided magic. But like every other occasion around her, the sensation was like screaming down a motorway at breakneck speed, then smashing into a brick wall. His magic fell in shambles around him.
With a curse, he backed away.
Ice scowled at them. "What the fuck is the matter with you two? Youre mated but not together? Get your shit together and fix it before someone dies. "
Duke turned a glower on Ice. "Were working on it. "
God, what more could he say? That Felicia was afraid of her own heart? That after being abandoned so many times in her life she didnt know how to love without fear? The words were too personal. He swallowed them.
"Its too soon," he said instead.
"Thats crap. I knew the instant I met Sabelle--"
"But she didnt know the instant she met you," Duke returned. "You earned her trust over time. Allow Felicia the same. "
"We dont have that luxury. " Brams glance was full of reproach.
Felicia bit the inside of her cheek. "Unconditional trust isnt something any of you simply gives away. Im no different. "
They all fell silent. Duke took her hand, half for show, the other half just to touch her and tell her that he understood her fear--even if her resistance to their love hurt more than hed imagined.
"Keep working on it. " Bram reached around and picked up a pack, strapping it onto his back. "Its nearly ten oclock. We should see if we can get in the cave now. "
She nodded. "Thats what Math
ias demanded. Hes got Mason, and we cant afford to anger him. "
Bram nodded. "Well see how far we progress tonight. Knowing my grandfather, the tomb will be enormous. And well all need rest before we face too many challenges.
We cant afford to be sloppy. "
As much as it chafed Duke, Bram was right. "Lets go. "
The others reached for their packs and slung them on their backs. Duke glanced 173
Brams way. He looked as thrilled as the guest of honor at a public execution.
"We stay together. "
They nodded, and he led everyone to the back of the unfamiliar pub, out a rickety door, and into a dark alley. They made their way through a picket fence that had seen better decades, which led to a wide-open field. A stone path bisected it for long minutes until they reached what appeared to be a cellar door of warped wood built into the side of a hill. But in the upper right corner a small symbol had been branded into the grain: a sword spearing a round table. They were in the right place.
Everything that had happened to him and Felicia had been because of the contents of this tomb. Duke sensed that whatever transpired in here would determine his fate with her. A million things could go wrong. Mathias could kill Mason--or kill them all. He could resurrect Morganna and wreak havoc. Or they might foil this mad scheme . . . and Felicia could still choose the safety and familiarity of a loveless life over the passion she had found with him. Tonight could well be the beginning of their end.
Bram pulled the heavy wooden door open, and Duke frowned. "How can you be certain the tomb hasnt been disturbed in all these centuries or that Mathias hasnt beaten us inside?"
The other warrior raised a brow. "Ice, Marrok, take Felicia down the path, back to the alley. Well give our doubting Thomas a dose of my grandfathers magic. "
Duke tensed. "I dont want her out of my sight. "
"Trust in us," Marrok said. "Twould be a bane for us all should Mathias capture her for his own evil purposes. "
"Absolutely," Ice added. "Wed be fucked, so it wont happen. "
"Three minutes," Bram said. "If you want to know why Im so confident, give me that. "
"Im fine," she assured Simon softly.
Before Duke could say more, Ice and Marrok escorted her down the long path, out the rickety gate, and down the moonlit lane, watchful and tense. The trio finally disappeared.
Slowly, the atmosphere around the door changed. At first Simon felt a vague discomfort, then a growing agitation. Within a minute, he itched to run, not walk, away from this place. He almost feared it, as if he stood before the gates of hell. Finally, he backed away, physically unable to stand near the door without being ill. Bram was right beside him.
Duke swallowed, clutching his stomach. "Point proved. Dear God . . . "
Never in his forty-three years had he felt anything like that. Not having grown up with magickind, he had never understood why Merlins name was often whispered with reverence and awe. If this was but one of the wizards tricks, Duke had a whole new respect for Merlin.
And Merlins blood flowed through Brams veins. Perhaps he should ponder a new respect for the Doomsday Brethrens leader as well.
Shuddering, Duke withdrew his wand and pointed it upward. A white arc of light slashed through the night sky toward Felicia and the other men. To the human eye, it might look like a very low shooting star. Ice and Marrok would know exactly what it meant.
Quickly, the illness abated, followed by the fear. Soon, Simon could creep closer 174
and felt no discomfort. Then Felicia came into view, silhouetted by silvery moonlight and flanked by the two warriors.
"Amazing," he admitted to Bram. "And everyone who comes near here . . . "
"Feels compelled to leave to the point of illness? Yes. "
"Then Mathias hasnt beaten us in. "
"I dont think he would have troubled himself with a human captive if the didnt know for certain that he needed Felicia. "
Probably not, Duke conceded.
Once more, Bram pulled on the door. It squeaked open as if protesting, then revealed a dark chasm. No one could see what was inside, especially given the pitch-dark night. Collectively, they peered in, and Duke had a sense of infinity beyond that door, as if one could walk or fall forever and not find the end.
"Keep your eyes open for any hint of Mathias. Torches?" he asked.
Bram and Ice each pulled a flashlight out of their pack. "We all have one. We should rotate using them to save batteries. Weve no idea how many hours or days it will take to find our way through the caverns to the tomb. "
Good point.
Bram entered first and was immediately swallowed up by the dark. Ice followed.
"Everything all right?" Duke asked. No way was he sending Felicia in next until he knew it was safe.
"Fine," Bram said.
"And bloody dark," Ice groused.
Grabbing Felicias hand, he looked to her. "Ready?"
She nodded. "We must do this. Having all of you to help makes me feel much safer. "
"I dont like this. "
Felicia sent him a regretful stare. "We cant leave Mason to Mathiass devices. "