Warrior

Chapter 19-2

She screamed, and a buzzing tingle raced up my arms.

A second later, I was airborne.

I hit the wooden seats with enough force to punch the air from my lungs. The arm of one of the seats jabbed me hard in the ribs before I rolled backward onto the floor, dazed with the faint smell of ozone filling my nostrils.

I lay still for a moment, trying to clear the fog in my head and taking stock of my aches. There was definitely gunna paste and a trip to the healing baths in my near future.

Hands shook me, and I heard a frantic voice saying my name.

I opened my eyes to find her leaning over me. She was so close that my first thought was how easy it would be to reach up and pull her mouth down on mine. The thought brought a smile to my lips.

“I said you could do it.”

Her mouth gaped, and she stared at me.

“You jerk! You…you asshole!” she shouted as her small fist punched me in the chest. Then she was up and running for the door.

I beat her to it, and she ran into my chest. She tried to go around me, but I captured her arms and refused to let her go.

“Sara, we needed to test your power to see if you can use it at will, and now we know.”

She glared at me through her tears. “At will? I almost fried your ass! If I hadn’t pulled it back in time, you’d be singing a different tune. No, actually, you’d probably be dead.”

“But you did control it, as I knew you would. You want to know how I knew that?”

I released her, and she folded her arms across her chest. “Please, educate me.”

I met her angry glower with a smile. “I know because if there is one thing I have learned about you, it’s that you are incapable of hurting someone – unless they are trying to hurt you or someone you care about. Then all bets are off.”

She looked away from me, and her voice was hoarse when she said, “You scared the hell out of me. I thought…”

Warmth flooded my chest at the emotion in her voice. Did I hear something more than friendly affection, or was it wishful thinking?

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t want to frighten you, but the only way to get you to show your power was to expose you to a demon and to put you on the defensive. Now we know what you can do, and we can work with that and teach you to call on it when you need it.”

“I am never doing that again,” she declared.

“Not that, no.” I was glad to see anger replace her fear. “We won’t have to try anything that drastic next time.”

“Next time?” She glared at me. “What part of never do you not understand?”

I met her angry gaze. “So you refuse to use your power on me again, no matter what I do?”

“That’s right.”

“And how will you stop it?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If I bring my Mori out again and come after you, what’s to stop your power from attacking me again?”

She shifted restlessly from one foot to the other. “I will stop it.”

“How?”

“I just will, okay?” she snapped. “I know what it is now, and I won’t let it get away from me again.”

I watched as the impact of her declaration hit her. Her expression went from indignation to confusion to chagrin, all within the space of a minute. She wasn’t happy with my methods, but she had to admit they were effective. In forcing her to use her power, I’d shown her she could control it.

“So now that we have that settled, why don’t we try something easy that doesn’t involve throwing me across the room? If you are up for it, that is.”

She scowled at me and marched over to where we’d been working with the weights. “Fine, but don’t blame me if I knock you on your butt again. And you owe me for making me believe I killed you.”

Her refusal to concede gracefully made me laugh as I joined her. I could only imagine what she was going to ask for. “Okay. What do you want?”

She smiled mischievously. “I need to go into town this week to pick up a bunch of stuff for Oscar before he gets here.”

“Oscar?”

“My cat. Nate is bringing him when he comes for Thanksgiving.”

“Oh.”

At first I was a little disappointed that all she wanted was a ride to the pet store. But then I realized this was a great opportunity to spend time with her outside of training.

Over the next hour, we worked on her power. She threatened to walk out if I tried to get her to use it on me again, so we had to make do without a demon. It made for a frustrating session for her, but I wouldn’t let her stop until she managed to call on her power and produce a few sparks. Her little smile as we left the arena told me she was pleased by how far she’d come in only an hour.

“When do you want to go into town?” I asked as I opened the door for her.

“Can we go this weekend?”

“I think we can arrange that,” I said, already thinking about places to eat in Butler Falls.

She stopped walking and turned to me. “Chris told me you were the one who had Hugo and Woolf sent here. Thank you for doing that.”

“You don’t have to thank me. They belong with you.”

We walked across the lawn. To my left, I spotted one of the trainees practicing with a sword near the trees. It was the boy who had helped Sara gather up the karks yesterday.

“That boy is going to cut his own head off,” I said, watching him fumble with the weapon several times. When he saw me looking his way, he almost dropped the sword.

“Can I exchange the trip into town for something else?” Sara blurted, drawing my attention back to her.

“You don’t want to go into town?”

She bit her lip. “I do, but I want something more now.”

“All right, let’s have it.” If it meant more time with her, I was all for it.

“I want you to teach Michael not to cut off his head.”

Who? It took me a moment to realize she was referring to the boy with the sword.

She lifted a shoulder. “He needs a lesson in sword fighting a lot more than I need a ride to town. Besides, you have no idea how much this will mean to him. He looks up to you a lot.”

I glanced at the boy. Sara was willing to give up her trip to town just to make him happy. Her capacity for kindness never ceased to amaze me.

“If that’s what you want.”

She smiled. “It is.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do for him, but no promises. And I’ll still take you into town.” I wasn’t quite as willing to give up our time together.

“Thanks!”

Her hug took me completely by surprise. Before I could react to her arms around my waist, she released me and set off toward the main building. I stared after her until she disappeared around the corner.

Shaking my head, I turned to Michael, who was picking his sword up from the ground. I smiled as I started toward the boy. If giving her friend a sword lesson was enough to earn a hug from Sara, I’d volunteer to train the whole damn group next time.

* * *That afternoon, instead of working with Sara on her studies, I stood at the window in my apartment, waiting for her to leave the menagerie with her hellhounds. Aside from a fleeting moment in the cellar of the house in Portland, I hadn’t seen her interact with the beasts.

Sahir, who had over half a century of experience working with creatures, had assured Tristan Sara was safe with the hellhounds. That didn’t stop me from being uneasy about her going off alone with them in the woods.

The door to the menagerie opened and Sara emerged, alone. She walked a few steps then turned back to the door and said something.

My hands gripped the windowsill when two massive black bodies hurled toward her. Sara only laughed as the hellhounds ran around her in circles, pressing against her like overgrown puppies.

I released the breath I was holding when she motioned with her hand and both hellhounds heeled on either side of her like well-trained dogs.

I watched them disappear into the trees before I turned away from the window. My first instinct was to follow them and make sure Sara was safe. I pushed that thought aside. It was obvious the beasts adored her, and hellhounds would protect their master with their lives.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Tristan and Chris, going over the reports of vampire activity around the country. In the last month, there had been more attacks and sightings than we normally saw in half a year. We all suspected it was the work of Eli’s Master, but the behavior was out of character for a vampire Master.

Every Master I’d hunted had been careful to hide their presence, because the last thing they wanted was to draw the attention of the Mohiri. It didn’t matter how strong a vampire was; they would eventually die at the end of a Mohiri sword. So why was this one suddenly making his presence known after staying hidden so well all these years?

I felt torn when I thought about the warriors who were out there hunting the Master. He was responsible for so much pain in Sara’s life, and I wanted to be the one to end his life, to make him pay for her suffering.

But a hunt could take months, even years, and I couldn’t be away from Sara that long – not that I wanted to be. The need to be close to her was almost a physical one, and it got stronger every time I saw her. It was my Mori’s way of ensuring I spent time with her, thus strengthening our bond.

When the light began to fade, and Sahir hadn’t called to let us know Sara had returned, I headed outside with Chris to watch for her.

“She’s most likely enjoying her taste of freedom and just lost track of time,” Chris said.

“I know.” But I worried anyway.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the woods with the hellhounds. Even through the gathering dusk I could see her happy smile when she gave us a quick wave and headed straight to the menagerie.

Chris waved a hand in her direction. “Safe and sound. You worry too much, my friend.”

“You will too when it’s your mate going off alone.”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “Not gonna happen.”

“That’s what I thought too. The last person I expected or wanted to find when I walked into that bar was my mate.” Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

He shook his head. “You never expected to find your mate. I, on the other hand, am well aware that I could have potential mates out there, and I am doing my best to avoid that trap for as long as possible.”

I laughed at his choice of words. “I may not have wanted it at first, but I never felt trapped. I could have left if I’d wanted to.”

“Right,” he scoffed.

“Hello,” called Seamus as he and Niall walked out of the woods, no doubt back from watching over Sara during her walk.