Pinehurst: A Magical Olympian Adventure-Young Adult Romantic Adventure/Fantasy Novel (20 page)

I didn’t have time to freak out. The first viper was joined by another, and then another.

“He told you not to look back! Didn’t he tell you not to look back?” Havoc shrieked loudly.

“I’m sorry!” I cried. “There are too many of them. There’s no way—”
Slice
. I’d managed to cut off the other’s head. One down! Ten . . . twenty . . . son of a—

“Child of Light, over there!”

I swung to the left again, severing another head. I was getting dizzy. I literally had to move in a circle to ward off all the snapping heads that wanted a piece of me.

The sound of clanking steel to my left distracted me. I glanced over at Antonio. Huge mistake! I screamed out in pain. One of the snakes had punctured my arm with its tooth.

“EVELYN!” Antonio roared. Abandoning his fight with the troll, he plunged through the water; his staff was in the air, swinging past my head in the next instant. He lobbed off both the viper’s heads in one swipe.

“Fool! She’s fine!” Havoc shouted at him. “Defeat the troll!”

Fine? I was freaking
not
fine. A large lump was forming on my arm where the snake had bit me. It grew limp with each passing second.

Antonio gave me a regretful look before he turned his attention back to the troll—who by now had gained distance and was nearly upon us. His loud thunderous roar brought goose bumps to my skin and nightmares that would haunt me until my dying day.

I used my good hand to swing at the other snakes.

“Havoc! Can’t you do something?” I yelled at her.

“Do you have anything to trade?”

“Was she kidding me?” I swung again, severing another head. Depending on her answer,
her
head might be next.

“Well, I suppose I could help you, even though it’s against the code to help someone for free.”

“You little—”

“Oh, oh, I know! I could consider it payment for you letting me ride on your shoulder!” She squealed cheerful—right in my
ear
!

“Havoc! Ahahh!” She’d scrambled down my arm and bit off the chunk of skin where the snake had bit me.

My vision blurred. Large amounts of pus spurt from the wound. I gagged.

“There’s no time to vomit, swing to the right!” I did as she told. I couldn’t function. The pain was excruciating, and the sight of my arm was more than I could stand. I puked!

“To the left Child of Light, to the left!”

I swung again, severing another head. God, could things get any grosser? I was waist-deep in scummy, pukey, dead snakehead, and troll infested water.

Antonio roared behind me.

Clank, clank, clank
!

The troll was much fiercer than I’d imagined. He’d somehow propelled himself from the water, taking a cheap swing at Antonio’s head and missed. His axe-like blade, came toward Antonio again, the force of it somehow never besting the Slayer.

“Uhuhh!” Something swam between my legs. “They’re everywhere! If only we could—” Oh my God! I spoke the first spell to come to mind. “
INABILITARA
!” I spun around, my hand extended. An orange glow shot from my fingertips. The snakes froze in place. All movement around me; ceasing instantaneously.

Havoc clapped her hands. “Very good Child of Light!”

“Damn, it wasn’t the spell I’d wanted, but it’d have to do. I’d wanted to immobilize the vipers. I’d done that, but this spell would suck my energy for sure. In class I’d held one Ragno like this, but there were at least fifty snakes in front of me now, all glowing orange, and all waiting for my spell to weaken.

“Antonio!” I cried over my shoulder.

Antonio was still battling the Troll. He’d sustained a large wound to his arm, the bright crimson gushing from it, colored his skin.

“You have to help him!” Havoc pointed out the obvious.
Honestly, did she think I didn’t know that?

“How? It’s taking all my strength to hold the snakes.”

“You must know something.
You’re
the Child of Light!”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I snapped though gritted teeth.

“Because. You were sent from the heavens. Your soul gives off a light that evil cannot stand; not without great pain anyway.”

I thought about that. Light causes pain? In the Underworld it would. This place thrived on darkness. I looked around at the eerie swamp. The sky around us was growing bleaker by the minute.

Light . . . light! “Havoc, shield yourself.” With my other hand, I summoned the last of my strength, doing my best to harness my “inner light.” “
FLOGA
!” Not exactly light—more like a huge fireball that pulsed orange. I threw it at the troll, hitting it square in the chest. The bright explosion from the flames enveloped us, giving the illusion of daylight for a brief moment.

The troll roared out in agonizing pain.

Antonio took full advantage of its distraction and jumped forward, delivering the final blow—he’d severed its head with one swipe. He then advanced through the sludge as quickly as he could. Taking me around the waist and pulling me through the water.

My hold on the vipers was weakening, and so was I.

Antonio pulled me onto the shore and set me down gently—and not a moment too soon. I’d collapsed the moment my feet hit dry land, the charm collapsing along with me.

“Evelyn!” Antonio’s hands gently shook me.

“Evie.” I whispered through closed eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“My name’s Evie.”

I could hear Antonio grinning back at me, bringing a smile to my face. I opened my eyes. “Snakes!” I sat up, prepared for an attack.

Antonio spun around, his staff outstretched. But the swamp… was gone?

“Where’d it go?” I asked disbelieving that a slimy viper wasn't about to take another bite out of me.

Antonio stared into the nothingness. “I don’t know?” He looked to Havoc.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not a swamp kind of girl. I’m more into the fire and brimstone,” she mused.

“Yeah, and
biting
,” I added, growling through my teeth, remembering her vicious assault. How would she like it if I bit her?

“I know. No need to thank me.” Havoc strutted off, swaying her hips as she went.

“You bit me, you witch!”

She spun around on her heel, her glare just as deadly as mine. “I’m not the witch here,” she hissed. “You don’t see me casting spells. Besides, you said you wanted my help.”

“You
bit
me! How was that helping?”

“Your arm would have filled with that pus and erupted, spreading poison throughout your whole body. You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t.”

I gulped, looking to Antonio for confirmation.

Antonio took my arm and examined it. Aside from the quarter inch chunk missing, the arm looked fine. I hated to admit it but the intense throbbing had dissipated.

“Here.” He reached into his pack and pulled out a first aid kit. “I don’t know if this will help, but it couldn’t hurt.” He put ointment on the wound and bandaged it tight.

“Now you.” I ran my hand up his arm, pausing at the deep gash across his bicep.

“No, its fine,” he winced at my touch. But his eyes never left mine. “It will heal on its own.”

“Right. Well, you can be brave later.” I repeated the treatment he gave me, taking care to not press too hard on his wound. I only wished I had something to stitch it up with.

“Lucky for me, I managed to get through the whole ordeal unscathed,” Havoc noted with pleasure.

I glowered at the little brat. “We can remedy that for you . . . how about a little nip?” I snapped at her with my teeth, causing her to jump.

Antonio laughed heartily. I couldn’t help but laugh too.

“That’s not funny.” Havoc stomped her foot in protest. “See if I bite you again!”

Antonio and I looked at one another, both of us breaking out into another bout of laughter. Now that the danger had passed, we felt giddy and lucky to be alive. Even with our little nicks and scrapes.

“If you two are through laughing, we might want to head for the Hovenbrogue trees. It’s almost nightfall.”

That snapped Antonio out of his light mood. “Quickly, there isn’t much time.” He yanked me up and pulled me toward the sunset.

“Hey!” I struggled to match my steps with his. I still wasn’t quite myself.

“Faster! If we don’t make the trees before sunset, the Borgons will eat us alive!”

I picked up my pace. I had no idea what Borgons were and I didn’t want to know
.
If they were anything like the vipers, or even the dreaded Ragnos we’d soon be facing, I wanted to be as high up in those trees as possible.

The sun dipped behind the hill just as we began climbing the trees. Havoc had had enough of us and wanted her
own
tree for the night—wasn’t
she
special! Whatever—she could look after herself for once. I was sick of that little pest riding on my shoulder anyway . . . I wondered if she’d be all right over there?

“I didn’t know you cared.” Antonio grinned, lifting me higher up into the thick gnarled masses of branches.

“I don’t. I just promised Iris I’d bring her back. I could care less. And stop eavesdropping!”

“Will you two be quiet? I know the concept is foreign to you, Child of Light, being ugly and all, but one of us would like to get some beauty sleep!”

Little brat! I hoped she fell out of that tree and landed right on her—

“Evie,” Antonio warned.

“A girl can dream, can’t she?” I asked dryly.

He suppressed a grin. “Be nice.”

We settled on a thick branch, high up in the tree. Havoc was well tucked into a small hole in her tree’s trunk. Fitting! The little rat
should
sleep in a hole. How dare she call me ugly!

“She did save you,” Antonio spoke; playing the little devil’s advocate.

I tried to ignore him. There was a more pressing matter: “I’m not sleeping in these clothes. They’re covered in slime and puke.” Havoc had put me in a bad mood again, and the thought of sleeping in dried swamp scum made my skin crawl.

“I told you not to vomit!” Havoc called out loudly. A ring of pleasure coated her voice. “Don’t you ever do what you’re told? Wait. I’ll answer for you: No! That’s why we were attacked in the first place!”

I pointedly ignored her. I did not need to be reminded that if I hadn’t looked back while crossing the swamp, none of us would be injured now.

“It doesn’t matter,” Antonio addressed my inner guilt. “We’re alive.”

 I sighed. He was right of course. I stood beside him, surveying our “branch” for the night.

“We’re fifty feet up a tree!” Antonio noted, staring at me in disbelief. I could barely make out his exasperated look in the twilight. He’d read my mind. “How are you going to change up here?”

I looked around me. This was not going to be easy. The branch below my feet was sturdy enough to hold the both of us, but this was going to require some fancy maneuvering.

“I can do this. Don’t look!” Turning away, I steadied myself on the thick branch. I brought my pack around and held it between my legs before I glanced back over my shoulder—Antonio had already sat and was leaning with his back to the trees trunk—his eyes were closed tight. I untied my shirt and pulled it up and over my head in one quick movement, causing my body to sway slightly on the limb.

“What are you—” Antonio had tried to avert his eyes but must have felt me falter, his hands were on my hips steadying me.

With my back to him, I crossed my arms over my chest, doing my best to conceal myself. “I told you not to look!”

“Well it’s kind of hard when we’re sharing a tree limb!” He snapped. I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “And you’re welcome by the way.” He released his hold on me. “You nearly fell!”

“Clumsy girl!” Havoc mocked. “Maybe you should just jump, save us the anticipation of waiting for you to fall!”

I growled mentally at her. I couldn’t wait to hand her back to Iris.

“Turn your head!” I ordered Antonio, the frustration evident in my tone. I couldn’t change with him watching me.

“I’m trying
not
to,” he murmured under his breath.

I dug into my bag, feeling around for a clean shirt. I grabbed my underwear instead. There was nothing like clean underwear!

“Oh no.” I could hear the panic in his voice.

“I’m not going to wear slimy underwear. It isn’t hygienic.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Antonio said, his voice sounding hoarse.

I sat down, straddling the tree limb.

“You’re practically on top of me,” he croaked.

I glanced behind. His head was still turned away, his eyes, doing their best not to peek.

“I am not. Now quit being a baby. I mean it; don’t look!” I quickly switched out into a clean bra.

“Hey, that’s cute! Do you think we could find something like that in my size? I love hot pink!” Havoc yelled out from her hole. Havoc couldn’t be discreet if her life depended on it. I could feel my whole body flushing at the knowledge Antonio now had. Damn pixie!

Sweet Deity . . . pink . . .

“Did you say something?” I asked Antonio as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“No,” he choked. “Are you done yet?”

“With my top,” I leaned back into him, and scooted out of my shorts.

“What are you—?”

I looked over my shoulder. His eyes were glued to me. They fell on my naked legs.

“Oh no, you can pull those right back on.” He reached for my shorts as I let them fall from the tree, along with my disgusting old shirt. “You are not . . . oh, God” He turned away again. His cheeks were glowing red in the moonlight—adorable.

I tried to act mature, but inside I was dying. Changing in front of a boy was not on my too do list! “I’ll be done in a minute. Pretend like it’s not happening!”

Yeah right.
I knew exactly how he felt. It was a good thing the light was nearly gone from the sky . . . the two of us probably sported matching expressions of embarrassment!

“I wonder if we can find some matching panties for me too?”

“Havoc, will you be quiet!” Antonio shouted over my head.
Like I need that visual!

I couldn’t help but smile. I pulled on a clean pair of pants then leaned back into him once again, trying to fasten the button. “There,” I said with a satisfied sigh of relief. It felt good to be clean.  Well,
cleaner
. I made to move away, but Antonio’s hand caught my arm.

“Maybe you should stay here. So you don’t fall,” he added quickly. There was a shine of sweat on his forehead.

“Are you making a move on me?” I grinned.

“No, I’m not making a move on you! Especially fifty feet up a tree!”
Damn. I’ll never get that image out of my mind.

You realize I can hear you, don’t you?

Antonio stiffened. “Can we please change the subject?”

I was still smiling. Even caked in dried swamp scum, Antonio was adorable. The fact that I’d managed to embarrass him made him look all the cuter. Although, “do you by chance have a clean shirt in that bag of yours? I’d hate to get all that . . .” I motioned to the residue on his chest, “ . . . on me.”

Zip

He shrugged out of his shirt and replaced it with another. “Happy?” he asked.

Hell yeah. He would make the cover of my Beach Volleyball magazine in a heartbeat. He had to work on those pecs twenty-four seven.

I shivered. The night air had a bite to it. I snuggled into Antonio’s chest, trying to absorb his body heat. He didn’t protest; his arms wrapped around me, warming me to perfection.

“This changes nothing:” his phrase of choice.

“I think it changes
everything
,” I announced bravely. “In fact, I think you're crazy about me.” Now
I
was smiling like the Cheshire cat.

“You do, do you?” His tone had gone dry. Why he bothered beating around the bush, I didn’t know.

“Yes I do. In fact, I think you want to kiss me right now.” A bold move I knew, but I was feeling confident. I’d seen the way he’d looked at me. I’d heard his thoughts. And although I’d been shy, not wanting him to truly see me bare, my heart fluttered knowing that he had—sort of. Besides, it was only a kiss we were talking about. What harm could come from that?

“Are you a mind reader now?” He scoffed.

“When I’m touching your body . . .
yes
.” Silence. Bingo! A little bit of information he kept forgetting. As long as I was touching his body, I could hear every thought he was having.
I guess you’re not the only ‘two-way radio
.’

“Oh for all that’s evil, would you just kiss her!” For once I thanked Havoc for her rude interruption.

“You heard the demon,” I spoke over my shoulder to him. “Kiss me.”

Antonio’s hand was on my cheek, turning my face to his. His mouth claimed mine with a fierceness that made my heart pause. His other arm was wrapped around my stomach, pulling my body against his.

“You're right,” he breathed across my ear. “I
am
crazy about you.” He kissed me again.

This had to be Heaven in Hell. I wanted Antonio–always. And there was no way I was going to leave this place without him.

“Oh yes you are,” his lips whispered a kiss across my ear again, causing me to shiver—and this time it had nothing to do with the cold. “I mean it, Evie. This changes nothing. If you want your father back, there is no other way.”

“I won’t you both. I’m not leaving without you!” I spun around, my knees landing on his thighs for support. He looked taken aback, as did I. I didn’t mean to put myself in such a compromising position. I faltered. I didn’t know what to do. Kissing was one thing, but—

Antonio looked at me knowingly and smiled. “You’re safe with me.”

Of course I was. I smiled at him. Antonio was forever the gentleman.

He laughed outright. “You give me too much credit. I am a guy after all.”

He was most definitely a guy. My guy. This time,
I
leaned in…

* * *

We kissed awhile longer; taking advantage of the time we supposedly had left.

We kissed. What else could we do fifty feet up in the air, straddling a tree limb? Well, maybe we could . . .? Oh, whom was I kidding? Even if we weren’t fifty feet up in the air straddling a tree limb, we wouldn’t be doing anything more than kissing. I was too shy. I’d proven that to myself earlier. I couldn’t even change in front of him without blushing. I wasn’t ready for more, and Antonio: well, Antonio had a very definite opinion on what was acceptable behavior for a girl my age; acceptable behavior for
me
that is. His hands were extremely well behaved.

As they should be,” he grinned once again addressing my inner thoughts.

I frowned. How was he ever going to take me seriously if he continued to view me as a little girl? “You know, I’m seventeen in a few days.”

“And you will be just as sweet as you are now.” He kissed my forehead softly. For some reason,
sweet
didn’t sound so fun. It was time to change the subject.

“So, what are Borgons anyway?” I asked casually after what was the best make-out session of my life. Okay, it was the only make out session of my life, but there would never be another that would top it!

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” I could hear Antonio smiling. He cradled me on his lap, holding me close.

“Borgons?” I reminded him sleepily, my eyes falling shut.

“They’re a hideous three foot long rat that eats the flesh off living creatures,” he answered.

My eyes popped open.