The sanctuary was falling into ruin and Rafferty didn’t care. He cared only that Magnus died first.
Neither of them saw the small redhead roll four good-sized canisters, one at a time, across the floor beneath them. Neither of them saw her heave those canisters, one at a time, up the stairs that wrapped around the rock crystal vial. Neither of them saw her sweat at her exertion or noted how she paled as she passed Delaney.
Neither of them saw her reach the summit one last time and pull the plug on the first industrial canister. She pushed it into the vial, then repeated the action with the other three.
They saw her when she straightened and whistled. It was a good, loud wolf whistle, one Ginger had learned to make early, and it echoed through the crumbling cavern.
“Hey, Magnus!” Ginger shouted at the incredulous Slayer. “Aren’t you leaving something unfinished?” She waved with a cheerfulness that struck Rafferty as painfully human. He knew exactly what she was doing and admired her for it. “I hear you guys like Pyr mates well-done.” She snapped her fingers as Magnus seethed. “I’m pregnant, you know, just in case that affects your calculations.”
Magnus sputtered.
Magnus roared.
Magnus tore himself free from Rafferty and lunged toward Ginger, breathing a torrent of dragonfire all the way.
Rafferty saw what was going to happen and couldn’t get there in time to do a thing about it.
Delaney was dead.
Ginger fought against her tears as she struggled with the canisters. Just because Delaney was dead didn’t mean he had to become the source of the Elixir that would keep Magnus alive for the next thousand years. An anger burned within Ginger, a fury at injustice that gave her more strength than she could have believed possible.
It also gave her the audacity not to care what it cost to fix what Magnus had done.
She challenged him, casting him a dare she knew he’d take.
And she stood at the top of the rock crystal stairs, waiting for his worst. She saw the flames approaching, but she refused to flinch. She held Magnus’s angry gaze and taunted him, letting him see that she wasn’t afraid.
It wasn’t going to be pretty and Ginger didn’t care.
But in the last moment before Magnus’s dragonfire reached her, something lunged out of the vial of the Elixir. Something large and pink flung itself from the depths of the vial, making a massive wet barrier between Ginger and the dragonfire.
Cinnabar screamed as the flames hit him.
He writhed and fell from the top of the enormous vial, surrounding Ginger with his wet self. She was disgusted and she fought against his slimy grip.
Suddenly she realized that the smell of the Elixir had changed. It had become less fetid.
And Cinnabar was saving her. She stopped fighting him.
There was no more time to think. The fertilizer lit and its explosion filled the cavern with dust and flame. The Elixir boiled, releasing a thick crimson cloud of smoke that filled the cavern to bursting. The Elixir changed color, losing its redness as the smoke roiled and rose.
Magnus screamed in fury, but he didn’t come any closer—Rafferty jumped him from behind. The pair locked in battle again. The ring on Rafferty’s left talon shone like a light in the darkness. It also seemed to be guiding Rafferty’s blows—he couldn’t seem to miss. She saw Rafferty sink that same left talon that bore the ring into Magnus’s chest and knew that the Pyr had found the Slayer’s vulnerable spot.
Good.
She didn’t watch any more of that fight because the rock crystal vial abruptly cracked. Cinnabar swooped down and lifted Delaney from the floor, grimacing as he held him high.
The liquid that had once been the Elixir spilled in a torrent, flooding across the floor of the cavern and into the crevasses that had opened in its floor. It looked like water as it slipped away, disappearing, absorbed by the earth.
Once the tide had passed, Cinnabar almost dropped Delaney, then set Ginger on her feet. “Thank you,” she said, and she was certain he smiled at her.
Cinnabar moved, languidly but deliberately, sinking to his knees beside Delaney. He touched the unconscious Pyr with a tenderness that astonished Ginger. He glanced her way, then laid himself protectively over Delaney, spreading himself like a blanket over his fallen body.
And Cinnabar began to hum.
As Ginger watched, silver beads began to drip from Delaney’s fingertips. Cinnabar grew paler with every passing moment, but she could see that he was drawing the mercury out of Delaney’s body. The tiny beads grew in number, pooling around Delaney’s fingertips until their extrusion slowed to nothing. Cinnabar hummed another bar of his tune with force and one last single bead fell out of Delaney’s left index finger.
The nail on that finger was no longer red.
Then Cinnabar sighed, exhausted. He had faded almost to transparency, looking ghostlike in the cavern’s light. He turned to Ginger, moving slowly as if his strength were gone, and beckoned.
Ginger went to his side immediately, unafraid. “You helped him,” she said. Delaney didn’t look ruddy anymore, or flushed, or dead.
He looked like he was sleeping.
Cinnabar had given him the gift of life. A lump rose in her throat, because she guessed the cost of his gift.
“The last of me,” Cinnabar whispered, his words no more substantial than the wind. “So there will be no more.”
Ginger reached out to take his talon. She could barely feel his presence within her grip, could barely sense his chill.
But she had something to say to him before he was gone.
“Thank you, Sahir,” Ginger said, her words husky and sincere. “Thank you with all my heart.”
He seemed shocked when she said his name, the name that had been his before he had had the misfortune to meet Magnus. Then he shifted in a rosy haze. Ginger had a glimpse of a young man, tanned and golden, a man with a tentative smile. He turned his hand in hers, gave her fingers a minute squeeze, then faded.
And Sahir was gone, gone forever.
Ginger choked back her tears. She knelt beside Delaney, reassured at the even flow of his breathing. She took off his silver cross and put it in his hand. “You forgot something, hotshot,” she whispered, and kissed his cheek. “I’m thinking your momma would be proud of you today.”
Delaney’s eyes opened immediately, so clear and green that Ginger couldn’t hold back her tears any longer. He opened his mouth and removed a round gray stone, about the size of a chicken egg, but covered with mysterious carvings. Then he sat up and caught Ginger close, letting her cry against the solid strength of his chest.
Delaney was back.
And he was fully healed.
The red cloud that had billowed out of the vial when the nitric acid reacted with the Elixir began to rain red crystals. They bounced and scattered across the floor, looking like a harvest of rubies. The mercury was precipitating, just as Alex had said it would. Ginger remembered Sloane’s interest in the therapeutic quality of the mercury oxide crystals and grabbed a handful for him.
Magnus screamed in agony; then there was a thunderclap and a cloud of dust.
Rafferty landed beside them, the red stones bouncing off his opal scales. “An old job finally done,” he said, the gleam in his eyes telling Ginger that he was very pleased with the situation.
“Where’s Magnus?” Delaney asked as he got to his feet.
“Trapped in the earth,” Rafferty said with satisfaction. His smile flashed as he tossed a silver coin, his pleasure unmistakable. “Gone forever.”
“Because now there’s no Elixir to heal him,” Ginger said.
Rafferty only smiled. “And there will never be more Elixir,” he said with resolve. “The secret of its creation is lost with Magnus.” He reached out and took the round stone from Delaney, sparing it a glance before he grimaced in distaste.
“What is it?” Ginger asked.
“An old piece of wickedness,” Rafferty mused. “So many stories tha
t we had thought no more than myths are proving to have their roots in truth.” He arched a brow. “Eileen will have a lecture for us on that, no doubt.” He winked at Ginger. “But maybe she’ll never need to know that this one was real.”
Then Rafferty closed his hand around the stone and sang a low thrumming song, one that made Ginger’s bones hum. She saw the stone vibrate within his grasp, saw the lines carved on its surface blur, and then it crumbled to dust.
Rafferty brushed it from his hands, then glanced up. “Time to go,” he said softly.
The ceiling of the cavern made an ominous crack, as if responding to him. Red crystals continued to fall all around them, as deep as Ginger’s ankles across the floor. Delaney shifted shape, picking up Ginger and flying to the other side of the ruined sanctuary. The three hurried out the door, then through the other two caverns. They were climbing that wet tunnel when Ginger heard the roar and crash of collapsing stone behind them.
Rocks began to fall all around them, but the Pyr were there, hauling them back out into the open air.
Where the sun was setting, in a brilliant orange display.
Chapter 21
Delaney couldn’t believe his luck, the power of his firestorm, and the strength of his friends’ loyalty. He felt blessed to be alive. He swung Ginger into his arms and leapt into the air, shifting shape as he took flight. She held on to him, her hair flowing wildly around them both. When she laughed, he felt his heart skip, as if a bit of sunlight danced in his veins.
Delaney felt the Pyr following him and was glad to lead the way. He turned high over the Ohio countryside and spied Ginger’s farm immediately.
Home.
It was home to him, because it was Ginger’s home. He spiraled out of the sky, landing with a flourish, then tossing her in his arms.
“Show off!” she teased, and he laughed.
She smiled at him and he laughed longer. Joy bubbled inside him, a joy fed by Ginger. He laughed more than he could ever remember laughing, then he kissed the woman who had given him back his life.
Against all expectations, Delaney Shea was finally home. When he lifted his head, she smiled up at him.
“Hey, hotshot, you want to go to a wedding?”
“Are you asking me on a date?”
Ginger grinned. “Even better—the worst kind of date possible. A wedding date, where I’m maid of honor and have all sorts of official duties to fulfill, plus you won’t know anyone but me. You’ll probably be bored out of your mind.”
Delaney had no qualms. “Yes.”
Ginger glanced up at him. “It’s Saturday, the wedding of my friends Tanya and Steve. You know that stag-and-doe was for them. You’re probably leaving town by then.”
“I’ll stay,” Delaney said. “Unless you’re trying to talk me out of accepting.”
She blushed. “No, I just thought it was fair to warn you what you would be getting into.”
“I know exactly what I’m getting into.” Delaney caught her hand in his and held her gaze as he kissed her palm. He watched her swallow as he bent closer. “And I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Why?” she asked quietly.
Delaney smiled. “Because you’ll be there. Of course.”
“There’s something I’ve got to ask you.” She frowned and glanced at their entwined hands, and he knew that this woman would never be afraid to speak her mind. He liked that a lot. “Just how long are you intending to stay, hotshot?”
“For as long as you want me to.”
She laughed then and leapt toward him. He caught her close and swung her around, loving the vivid sparkle of her eyes. He kissed her deeply again and swung her around as the Pyr landed all around him. The women and Thorolf came out of the house with the children, but Delaney didn’t care who saw his happiness.
Ginger was his sun, always shining brightly, always giving more to those around her. She’d made him whole once more and he’d happily spend the rest of his life proving his gratitude to her.
He hoped she knew that.
If her famous intuition didn’t tell her that, he would.
In no uncertain terms.
Gran had always insisted there were things a person didn’t need to be told, that there were truths we all knew in our hearts. It had been her habitual defense of her own taciturn nature. Ginger had never thought much of that view, until Delaney brought her home.
He looked right on her farm.
He felt right on her farm and in her life.
And he said he would stay.
He fit so well that he might always have been there. Or maybe Ginger had always known she was waiting for him. Maybe she had recognized him on sight as the missing piece in the puzzle of her life.
She fully expected that life with a Pyr committed to the Pyr’s goal to save the earth would be one of surprise and challenge.
But that was what life was about.
She knew that she and Delaney would face adversity better together than alone, and that over time, they would work even better as a team than they did now. She knew they could make a difference to the Pyr’s objectives on a smaller scale, by taking the farm organic and educating others by their example.
He didn’t put her down, just held her in his arms as the other Pyr descended out of the sky to land beside him. There was water running on the ground and into the fields, the snow disappearing with remarkable speed. Erik headed for the house, meeting Eileen halfway there.
Ginger liked how these Pyr took care of their own. Thorolf came out with the other women, Nick riding on Thorolf’s shoulders and Garrett in Sara’s arms, and Donovan and Quinn went to them immediately.
Then everyone looked at her, expectant.
Ginger looked at Delaney and he just smiled as he set her on her feet, his expression mysterious.
Ginger knew she was missing something. The Pyr were waiting for her to do or say something.
“Don’t they know the firestorm is satisfied?” she whispered to Delaney.
He nodded with satisfaction. “They can feel that.”
“And the Elixir is destroyed.”
He nodded again, his gaze bright upon her.
“And you’re healed.”
He smiled as he nodded this time. Ginger loved the look of his smile and the gleam of intent in his eyes. “So why don’t they go?” she whispered very quietly, thinking a private celebration would be ideal.
“Because our task here is not yet done,” Erik said, proving once again that the Pyr had keen hearing.
“I don’t understand,” Ginger said.
Sloane opened his hand, revealing the copper and emerald dragon scale that he held. “It was outside the entry to the sanctuary.”
“That’s yours!” Ginger said to Delaney. He nodded agreement, so watchful that she knew there was a point. She took the scale from Sloane, amazed that it was so light and strong. She thought about the fight, then turned to face Delaney. “It was missing. You had a bare spot in your armor, and that’s how Magnus took you down.”
Delaney folded his arms across his chest and watched her. “That’s right.”
She was supposed to figure this out herself. Ginger knew it. She could feel the expectation of the Pyr, but she’d always been up to a challenge. She must know all of the pieces—she just had to pull the solution together.
Then she remembered. She turned to Quinn. “You’re the Smith. You repair the armor of the Pyr.”
“True,” he acknowledged, without moving.
“Can you fix this?”
“Not alone.”
“Do you need tools, or a forge?” Ginger tried to solve the riddle. “Because if you need my help, just tell me. Whatever I’ve got, you can use to heal him.”
“I think that’s good enough, don’t you?” Eileen said.
“It’s rather vague,” Erik demurred.
“But heartfelt,” Niall argued.
“I think it should count,” Sloane said.
“Be serious,” Alex said imp
atiently. “She already surrendered to the firestorm and helped destroy the Elixir. You’re not going to let this go on a technicality.”
“She was prepared to die to avenge him,” Rafferty said.
“What do you need from me?” Ginger asked, turning to Delaney.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’ll fight as I am and defend you to the end.”
“That’s not good enough,” Ginger argued, waving the scale. “I want this fixed and I want to know how.”
Sara smiled and passed Garrett to Quinn before coming to Ginger’s side. “First you have to understand why he lost it.”
Ginger shook her head.
“It makes him vulnerable. It’s a metaphor,” Sara said.
“A pretty tangible one,” Quinn commented.
“What makes a man vulnerable?” Sara asked quietly.
“Caring for someone. Or something,” Ginger said quickly, then turned to Delaney. His eyes were glowing and his look so intense that her heart went thump. “It’s because you made that promise to me, isn’t it?”
“I think so.”
“And so you need a promise from me, or some kind of reciprocation.”
“The pairing of a Pyr and his mate makes him complete. It counters his weakness with strength, so that the pair together are stronger than either can be alone,” Eileen said.
“Complete how?”
“Complete in terms of the elements that the Pyr are charged to defend,” Sara said.
“Each has an affinity; you told me that,” Ginger said with excitement. She gestured to Delaney. “What’s your affinity?”
“I’m not sure. Not fire.”
“No, you were so cold,” Rafferty said. “Until the firestorm drove the chill from deep inside you.” He smiled. “Ginger is the fire in this partnership.”
“Ideas are associated with air and the wind,” Niall said. “Even though I have a strong bond with the wind, Delaney always has the best ideas.”