Divine Destiny: Serendipity Saga Book Two

Chapter Six

I was shaken away, hands clamped on my shoulders and my eyes flew wide. I searched the dark room, expecting Hermes' handsome face to peer at me. Instead, Carson hovered over me, staring deeply into my eyes. He knew. I could tell immediately that he knew.

"She's back?" He asked, pulling away once he knew I was awake. He sat at the foot of the bed, watching me, carefully.

I gazed at him, wondering how much I should tell him. I knew my experiences with Achillia unnerved him. Slowly, I shook my head. "It's not Achillia," I said, watching the shock and confusion pass over his face. I could see it in his eyes. He was scared.

I pressed my palm to his cheek, wanting nothing more than to take that pain away. "It's not. It's really not Achillia. It's...someone else," I said.

He tilted his head curiously, staring at me. "Someone else?"

I nodded. "A woman named Harmonia...Er...Sage," I explained hesitantly. Carson and I were close. Close in a way that rivaled my relationships with Kellic and Will. But the dreams...visions...were frightening sometimes.

We had determined, based on what I could explain of Achillia and...the other woman, that I was somehow connected to these Magick women from the past that seemed to share my unique abilities. I could periodically step foot into their lives. It was...surreal.

"She talked about Trojans and everyone around her were Greek gods. First she was on a battlefield—"

"A battlefield?" He asked, interrupting me.

I nodded. "She was with people that she called by Greek gods names. There was Hera and Athena and Zeus," I trailed off, struggling to catch my breath. I hadn't realized I'd been burbling words out in a panic until I found my lungs empty of air.

He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. He was warm, the kind of warm you wished you had while playing in the snow. He had a comfortable temperature, like sitting before a bonfire.

Unlike myself, Carson wasn't a pure blood vampire. He had been born an incubus to a woman that he had told me was a witch, giving him mixed powers. Decades later, he had been put through a spell that shrouded his memories and used the blood of the warrior, Achillia, to infuse him with a touch of Magick. It had melded into his very DNA, altering him further. He was fast, strong, and held an inhuman draw when he wanted to, exposing his incubus side but also filling him with a furious hunger. He maintained careful control of it, always desperate to lock his power down for fear of what he may do if he released it.

Damien theorized that he may contain more alteration that simply that but so far, we had no evidence of it. The only person with a clear understanding of some of the interim years was his father, a high ranking noble in the incubus court. I hadn't met him but he and Carson didn't have much of a relationship these days. I didn't know that I ever would.

I collapsed into his arms, sobbing into his chest. I hadn't given myself permission to cry, but the tears exploded from me.

The door slammed open, a figure hovering there, coated in shadow. Anton stepped forward, concern painted on his face. He leapt to my side without a word and Carson scrambled to drag the sheets over my bare chest. There was a gentle anger on his eyes.

I could just barely see Kellic, wrapped tightly in a robe, watching us from the doorway. There was pain and exhaustion and...jealousy in her eyes.

My heart thumped uncomfortably in my chest.

Anton knelt beside me, his dark hair a tousled mess atop his head. His amber eyes sought something, anything in my face.

"Are you okay?" He gasped finally, clutching my hand in his. The look of worry in his eyes clenched my heart further. I hated doing this to him. I hated what it did to Kellic.