Dana Marie Bell - Heart'sDesire01 (22 page)

He paused. “He has to. There are certain rules to wizard duels that must be adhered to. If they aren’t, the duel is automatically won by the wizard who did follow the rules.”

She settled onto one of the counter stools and propped her chin in her hand. “But Cole isn’t a wizard.”

“True.” He popped a chip in his mouth, but she could practically hear him thinking things through.

She kicked her foot back and forth, fighting the urge to pace. “What are the odds he’ll cheat somehow?”

“Not sure. I don’t know him the way Christopher does.”

She had to know. The thought of it was driving her insane. “Is this a duel to the death?”

Zach stopped popping chips in his mouth. “Death?” He swallowed. “I’ve heard of very few wizard duels that ended in death.”

“Yeah, but Cole wants Christopher to hurt, remember? So would he make it a duel to the death?”

Zach frowned, and she caught a glimpse in his determined expression of the kind of witch he would be when his training was over. Man, the court is going to have an interesting time with him. “No.

Damn it, he wouldn’t.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her back into the workroom. “Chris, we need an extra protection amulet.”

“Why?”

“Do you really think he’ll leave Lana out of this?”

Chris froze. “The duel is between him and me. Lana will have no part in it. Besides, she’s already wearing a protection amulet.”

“Your strongest amulet? Besides, who said it would have anything to do with the duel?”

Chris’s head rose. Zach just stood there, clenching Lana’s hand in one of his own, the other held out for the amulet he’d demanded. “Zach?”

“I have a very bad feeling, Chris. Give me the amulet.”

Lana’s eyes widened. “Give him the amulet.” If Zach’s instincts were screaming at him that loudly then she knew she’d need whatever it was he was planning on doing.

Chris held out the amulet. “If he goes after her, he’ll be expecting wizard’s magic.”

“And witch’s, for that matter.” Daniel propped his butt on the edge of Chris’s desk.

Zach smiled. It was feral, cold, and nothing Lana would have thought him capable of. From the looks on his brothers’ faces, they never would have either. “But he won’t be expecting me.”

Chris stared at his brother for the longest moment before an identical smile crossed his face. Lana shivered. “Good.”

Zach turned, dragging Lana out of the room behind him. “Zach?”

“Trust me.”

She blew her hair out of her eyes. What are you planning, Zach? She watched him frantically lay out items on the kitchen counter, his expression hard and his movements precise and controlled. He knew exactly what he wanted and where to find it. The more she watched, the more it made sense.

And the more it made sense, the more frightened she became. He needed to get to court and he needed to get there soon.

If Zach is capable of this, what else is he capable of?

* * * *

The chamber door clanged shut with an ominous sound. How Cole had managed to obtain a dueling chamber on such short notice Christopher didn’t know. He had the feeling he’d used his family con-nections to cut through the red tape.

The Godwins sat on Cole’s side of the chamber, glaring at the Becketts through cold eyes. In particular Lana and Annabelle Evans seemed to be garnering the most attention. Arthur Godwin’s expression was particularly vile when he saw the mark on Lana’s neck, the unmistakable stamp of a Beckett mate.

It was a typical dueling ring, a simple white ring like you’d see in a circus, perhaps. But where the circle of a circus ring would be plain white bags or pavers, this white ring was etched with arcane symbols in all sorts of colors, the markings necessary not only for the shielding spell that would en-case them once the duel started but full of protection spells designed to make sure that those outside the ring would suffer no ill effects from whatever magic the duelists utilized. Instead of grandstands there were comfortable padded chairs opposite one another, enough to hold the members of each family plus a few extras. Since neither Cole nor Christopher had called anyone but family, some of those chairs on each side remained empty. The floor of the circle itself was simple dirt, earth necessary to ground certain spells or to be used against your opponent in whatever way you could. A water fountain gurgled nearby. A chimenea already had a fire burning merrily inside. Incense scented the air directly above the dueling ring, the burner hanging by a golden chain. These items allowed elemental magic to be used once the shields snapped into place.

Christopher stared at his opponent, mentally checking each and every one of his preparations. Two amulets, a piece of paper with a specific rune in gold lettering, a silver lighter, a stick figure, black ribbon, three round silver links attached to each other, and his Athame. Not much on the surface, but each one had a purpose. He couldn’t, wouldn’t turn and look at his family or his mate until after this little fight was over. He needed to concentrate solely on kicking Cole’s ass so hard he’d feel it in the afterlife. This stupid rivalry had to end.

He planned on ending it tonight.

He’d already hashed all of the details out with Gareth, who had agreed to be his second. Together they’d found a way a man could take the power of another being and bind it in such a way that the person could never again do harm to others. It was an old spell, rarely used by any but the council’s Enforcers, and could wind up costing Christopher more than it cost Cole. But if it meant keeping Lana safe, Christopher would risk it. Cole was a menace. He needed to be dealt with. Cole’s willingness to harm innocents in his little war with Christopher just cemented Chris’s resolve.

He risked one quick glance at Cole’s second, the man’s father, and wondered what he thought of the duel. Did he know why Cole was fighting Christopher? Did he approve of it? Did he know what his son had become? The cold gleam in the man’s eyes, the pure satisfaction and vindictiveness there, told him that Cole’s father was just as deeply into this madness as Cole was. He wished now that he’d looked the entire Godwin family up, just to see who else in this room was a warlock.

The Arbiter, the wizard responsible for ensuring a fair duel, paced off the length of the dueling area, surrounding them in a shimmering, barely visible shield that would effectively prevent either the Becketts or the Godwins from assisting their relatives. No outside interference would be allowed.

Inside that shield, however, a wizard could use any means at his disposal to defeat his opponent.

Only the seconds would be able to enter the ring, and only under specific circumstances. Zachary had made sure before anyone else had entered the arena that the Arbiter was informed that Chris was not dealing with a wizard, but with a warlock. The Arbiter had made the appropriate adjustments to the circle. Or so Chris hoped.

“Mr. Beckett. Mr. Godwin. Are you both intent on this duel?” The deep voice of the Arbiter startled him, breaking his thoughts.

“Yes,” Cole hissed.

“Yes.” Christopher shook his head. He had to be one hundred percent on his guard. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, not even by his thoughts.

The shield closed, sealing them inside. Only the wizard who’d cast it, or that wizard’s death, could break it.

Now. Christopher pulled out his Athame and began his chant, fingering his protection charm. Cole, not surprisingly, mirrored his actions.

Yet something was off about the other man’s magic. Christopher could sense the forces coalescing but there was a taint to it that hadn’t been there the last time he’d faced Cole. He began his chant, hoping for the best.

“Lord and Lady, come to me.

Protect me from adversity.”

He pointed the Athame at Cole.

“Any ill you send to me

Will return to you times three.

As I will so mote it be!”

He finished his protection spell and felt it settle into his skin. It would be harder to hurt him now, but not impossible. Every protection spell had a weakness. All it would take would be for Cole to figure his weakness out and he’d be able to harm Christopher.

But it did buy him time. Christopher pulled out the second amulet, watching Cole closely. Cole pulled out a wand of dark wood, his gaze full of hate.

The tainted magic struck before Christopher could even start his chant. It struck him in the middle of his chest, pulling at the core of his being. He could feel it burning into him with icy-hot talons.

He gasped, desperately trying to get his breath. He tossed the three silver links to the ground.

“Circle three I conjure thee.

Ground his spell so mote it be!”

He drew in a desperate breath, grateful when Cole’s spell was jerked into the rings, rings that ex-panded, digging into the earth of the dueling circle, grounding both Christopher and Cole’s spell.

He touched the edge of the burn on his chest and hissed. He knew the throbbing pain would only grow worse, a distraction he didn’t need.

He needed to end this duel quickly, before the pain made him mess up one of his spells. If that happened, he would lose everything he was fighting for.

Cole ground his teeth and put his wand, now useless, away. “Clever, Christopher. Try this one on for size.” He tossed a reddish gold circlet on the ground and leveled his Athame at it. The blade danced with a sickly green light.

“By Lucifer’s might and Lilith’s hate

I conjure thee, come through the gate.”

Christopher didn’t wait to hear more. He moved to counteract the spell. He took out the second amulet. He had intended to use it to hold off whatever elemental forces Cole had chosen to conjure.

Instead, the man had chosen to conjure a demon. He tossed the amulet to the ground.

“Thrice around the circle’s bound

Sink all evil to the ground!”

He drew three circles around the amulet with his Athame and began pouring his power into it, hoping it would be enough to hold whatever would come through the slowly building gate.

*

Lana couldn’t believe what she was witnessing. “He’s summoning a fucking demon.” She turned to the Becketts. “Is that fucking legal?”

“No.” Edward Beckett stood, glaring at the Arbiter. “Open the damn shield.”

The Arbiter grimaced, his hands waving. “I can’t. I’m being blocked.”

A low growl sounded from behind her. She turned to see Daniel, eyes glowing eerily, staring at the Godwin family across the barrier. Next to him his father, Edward Beckett, was beginning to remove his clothing. “Oh boy.” She couldn’t even appreciate the view of the male Becketts disrobing. Chris was in danger, and it was all she could focus on. When Zach pulled her away from the Becketts she went willingly, especially since he was dragging her towards the barrier.

*

Cole grinned at Christopher. He pricked his finger with his burning Athame and allowed three drops to land in the dirt inside the reddish gold circlet. Fuck. A conjuration using blood? I am screwed.

“Bound by blood, obey my call

Holding demon’s might in thrall.”

And where was the Arbiter? Once Cole began conjuring a demon he should have taken down the shield and declared the duel null and void, since it was obvious Cole was cheating. No outside help was supposed to enter the circle. Only elemental spells were allowed, and not even summoning spells. No salamanders, no water sprites, none of them should be able to enter the circle. And how the fuck was he doing this, anyway? Christopher could feel the tendrils of the summoning sinking into the earth, seeking to pull something twisted and dark into their realm.

He had to stop this before Cole finished his chant, or he wouldn’t be the only one to suffer. No demon would want to stop with just Christopher’s blood. It would want the entire family.

He pulled out the stick figure and the black ribbon, ignoring the vicious pain stabbing into him. It pulsed in time with the tendrils of the conjuring circle, scaring the crap out of him. He’d been injured by demonic magic. That meant it would take one hell of a spell to heal him completely, or he’d be in agony for the rest of his life. He stood, determined that once and for all Cole would never harm another being. He strode over to Cole’s conjuring circle and dipped the stick figure in the drop of blood. “Big mistake Cole. Huge.”

Cole licked his lips nervously. Christopher ignored the warlock and began to bind the stick figure with the black ribbon.

Cole continued his chant, his expression full of panicky determination.

“By the Compact take your toll

Feast upon this gifted soul.”

Cole pulled out his own doll. There, tied to its middle, was a small piece of fur.

Wolf fur.

Crap. I am definitely screwed.

*

Lana ignored the two wolves streaking past her. “Concentrate on the barrier. We have to take it down, have to get to Chris.”

“Right.” Zach took a deep breath and placed his palm against the barrier. “I have to figure out how it was cast. I… I have to find the grounding.”

Lana grabbed him. “Stop thinking like a wizard and start thinking like a witch!”

He turned to her, his eyes blank from shock. “Think like a witch.” He blinked, his eyes refocusing, his gaze centering on the shield. His expression became cold and certain. “No. Not wizard, not witch.” He stepped back and raised his arms. Power arched between his hands, glowing above him, clean and pure, a powerful counterpoint to the rancid energies behind the barrier. “Me.”

Lana felt her jaw hit the floor as that pure white light blasted into the barrier. What. The. Fuck?

She’d never seen anything like that before.

This family was just full of surprises.

*

Christopher watched the swirling green and black mist widen in the golden circlet, a dark evil presence making itself felt in his very bones. Oh fuck. He began the binding chant, praying to the gods that he was in time. He wound the black ribbon around the Cole doll.

“I bind thee three times three.”

He wound the ribbon again.

“By this charm do no more harm.”

He wrapped the ribbon one last time, making sure to touch the tiny spot of Cole’s blood on the top of the figure.