Stone Destiny (Stone Passion #3) (23 page)

With a nod, the dragon flew off. Ferris pushed herself to her feet, trying to ignore the three gargoyles
who had suddenly came to attention. Ajreis wasn’t too far away, he was never too far away, but he didn’t like the succubus and had returned to his room when Toulia showed up.

“Ferris,” Raphe’s rocky voice grated over Ferris’s skin as the panther gargoyle reached out and touched her with the tip of his claw. It was as if were touching her with liquid nitrogen, his paw searing through her burning skin all the way to the bone.

Pressing her hand across her stomach, she gave Raphe a reassuring smile, “I just ate something that isn’t agreeing with me. You might want to stay away from the pudding. I think it’s gone bad.”

Staggering over to the door, it was with relief when
Toulia’s long, slender hands gripped her upper arm and eased her down the stairs. “Easy, Ferris, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Ferris muttered, feeling the sweat beading on her brow. She just wanted to
crawl into bed and sleep for a thousand years, or until the waves of cramps passed. The succubus helped her to her bedroom and into a nightgown before laying her on the bed.

Kneeling on the floor next to Ferris,
Toulia stroked her fingers through Ferris’s damp hair, “Don’t get sick on me, Ferris. For a human I am quite fond of you. Besides, Armand would never forgive me if you died in my presence and I have very fond memories of that gargoyle.”

Ferris smile
was closer to a grimace but her eyes were already closed.

Omari shuffled around the small shop in a heightened sense of anticipation. The signs had been flaring up all week, ever since the night he had seduced the lovely Ferris. She had been everything he had hoped for and more, a delicious human that responded with exquisite
passion. A twinge of guilt still gnawed at his innards for taking advantage of her when she was lost in grief and alcohol but, damn it, he had waited for five years for her to get over Armand. He had lived as the perfect man for five years to be with her, living up to every ideal she had ever imagined and then some.

He had waited nearly five hundred years before that. All of that waiting was exhausting so when the opportunity came he seized upon it. And in the process of fulfilling his selfish desires he ruined something that he hadn’t realized he cherished: Ferris’s friendship. After she came to his shop in tears, after she realized he and
Marick were one and the same, she looked at him differently. She no longer trusted him and asked him – asked Marick – for some space, begging for some time to figure things out. But he knew the truth: she was unable to engage in an affair with a man who lied so easily and for so long just to fuck her. Any love she might have harbored for him died a quick and violent death.

Letting out a melancholy sigh, he realized it was time to return home, to put away his foolish disguises and simply return to Mount Olympus. The pisser of the thing was he truly liked her
. Hell, he probably even loved her. He could be himself with her and simply enjoy life. Had he waited just a little while longer he was sure he could have won a piece of her heart. Not all of it, of course, or even half of it, but a piece of it. Most of her damn heart belonged to Armand, the lucky bastard. The fool had been too stubborn to see what a jewel Ferris was until it was too late.

Like father, like son.

The bell hanging over his door jingled and he looked up from his musings with a wide smile on his lips, prepared to greet the poor soul who stumbled into his shop. His mouth dropped as Ferris’s little imp struggled to break through the barrier that was erected to keep his kind out. The creature was determined, ignoring his blistering skin in his efforts to enter.

Intrigued by such fortitude and resilience, Omari waved his hand, allowing Ferris’s friend entrance. The imp staggered into the store, blinking its muddy eyes in surprise at finding itself on the inside. The surprise didn’t last long before it turned its head and speared Omari with a glare of pure venom. In a low growl, the imp bit out, “Come.
Now.”

After working so hard to gain entrance, the little bastard simply turned around and walked out, clearly expecting Omari to follow. His feet were moving before he even realized he was going to follow, curious in spite of himself. Or maybe because the imp was Ferris’s friend and he was pathetic enough to admit he was a little bit desperate to hear from her, even if information came from a loathsome imp. Though there was something refreshingly different about Ferris’s imp even if the little creature kept to himself when Ferris was around other people.

Exiting his shop into the chilly afternoon, he stopped when he saw the car parked halfway on the sidewalk with far more dings and dents and scratches then it had on it just a week before. There were a few tree branches stuck in the fender and he was pretty sure a ‘No U-turn’ sign was sticking out beneath the front end. Breathing heavily, the imp was leaning against the car, next to the open back door. A slender leg was visible and bone deep fear churned in Omari’s gut.

“Help her,” the imp panted.

Stumbling forward, seeing more of the lifeless form the closer he got to the car, Omari breathed out a single word, “Ferris.”

Without conscious though
t, he shifted into the form of Marick, knowing he was going to need the physical strength of his cowboy persona. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the pale aura surrounding Ferris, the spark that burned so bright almost gone. The hem of her shirt was lifted just enough that he could make out the line of the little pocket dragon on her stomach, her skin red and blistered around the bonding tattoo.

“No,” he breathed, scooping her limp body up in his arms and bringing her into his shop. The dragon wa
s too young to bond with anyone and his powers would either overwhelm a person and destroy her or backfire and destroy him.

“He thought he could help,” the imp explained, following
Marick into the shop without waiting for an invitation. “When she got sick, he only wanted to make her better. It kept her alive but I am afraid they will both die now.”

“No they won’t,”
Marick vowed, carrying her to his room and laying her on his bed. Pressing his fingers against her throat he felt her thready pulse and cursed. She was too pale and her heart wasn’t beating strong enough to pump her blood through her veins. Sparing a glance for the imp, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

The imp’s nostrils flared and that venomous glare returned, “It’s your fault. You know a human body
is not capable of carrying the offspring of a god.”

For a moment, all of the sound in the world was silenced, leaving
Marick in a sort of void, the imp’s words repeating themselves over and over in his head. A heartbeat later, sound came rushing back into his head and he cursed at the ramifications of his selfishness. “Fuck.”

Gathering Ferris’s limp body back up into his arms, he waved his arm and stepped through the portal to the realm of the gods where his child would thrive. Well, if he didn’t kill Ferris first.
Marick had every intention of making sure that didn’t happen.

Ferris stirred in his arms, blinking her unfocused eyes a few times before letting her lids drift shut once more. “Where am I?”

Suddenly, the imp was by her side, taking her hand in his, a smile of relief curving his lips. The foolish creature had no idea what lay in store for the girl. “Ferris?”

A low moan was her only reply but it seemed to satisfy the imp. With a grunt,
Marick waved his hand once more and summoned a bed, where he lay Ferris down. Brushing her damp hair away from her clammy forehead, he leaned in close and whispered, “Sweetheart, if you really wanted to see me again you knew where I lived. You didn’t have to get sick to get my attention.”

A half smile almost curved her lips but she still didn’t open her eyes.
“Ah, Marick. You know my world revolves around you.”

He smiled even as tears filled his eyes. What the hell? He never got emotional over a human.
“Finally! Someone who properly worships me.”

“Ha
ha,” she muttered. She looked up at him, her eyes sunken and hopeless, and whispered, “I’m dying aren’t I?”

“Yes,” he answered on a soft exhalation of breath.

Her eyes closed and a shudder worked its way through her body. When she looked at him again, there was a slight spark of laughter in her dull eyes and she offered a trembling smile, “Your bedside manner really sucks,
Doctor
Marick. I wish Ajreis had taken me to a real doctor and not some minor god pretending to be a doctor.”

Ignoring the suspicious moisture in his eyes, he smiled, “It wouldn’t have helped. Humans are not at all equipped to deal with supernatural pregnancies.”

“Yeah, well, neither are you,” she taunted, her eyes drifting shut, the effort to hold them open obviously too much for her to handle.

Kissing her brow, he inhaled her scent, smelling the child’s power that was devouring her from the inside out. Clearing his throat, unwilling to betray any hint of weakness, he said, “It’s not the child’s fault you know….”

“I know,” she whimpered, interrupting him before he could finish.

“Actually, it
is
the child’s fault,” he corrected himself. “Because he’s a little god and you’re a human. Even if we were to… end the pregnancy….”

“Don’t you dare,” she seethed with more passion than he thought possible, considering her
very weakened state. Her eyes slit open and she glared at him with burning turquoise eyes.

Clearing his throat, he continued, “As I was about to say, it wouldn’t make any difference. It’s similar to what happened when your aunt or your mother drank the potion all of those years ago.”

Ferris’s brow wrinkled in thought, obviously having difficulty remembering the events that happened during her childhood, and not because she didn’t remember but because she was suffering so greatly. Not wanting to cause any more stress, he explained, “When Melanie took the blood of Medusa and Omari into her system it killed a part of her so that the curse could be broken and then she became more than human. The potion made your aunt and your mother strong enough to hold sway over the sun and moon and keep their gargoyle mate human during the day.

“It’s like that only on a grander scale because the baby is inside of you,” he finished, closely watching her face.
"If you live you will become even more powerful. A minor goddess."

She nodded her head as if she understood but
Marick wasn’t entirely certain she was even coherent enough to hear him. Bending over her, pressing his nose against the curve of her neck and breathing in her scent, he whispered, “I need to give you my blood so your body can handle carrying a little god around.”

“But won’t your blood just kill me faster?” she asked, her voice weak and wispy.

“It’s a strong possibility,” he teased though he spoke the truth. He kissed the weak pulse at the base of her throat and pushed his upper body off her so he could look down at her. Ignoring the seizing of his heart at the lack of color in her face, he added, “But it’s also the only thing that can save you. I promise to keep the cut shallow this time.”

She swallowed and licked her parched lips, squeezing one glassy eye open. “Will Fray be okay?”

“What? Fray?” he asked, trying to sound light-hearted to cover the sheer terror that was clawing at him. “That little dragon is a tough little bastard. He’ll be fine.”

“Check on him for me?” she implored weakly, her lips fluttering closed once more.

Knowing how stubborn she could be, he reluctantly agreed to check on the dragon who was most likely dead or dying. Sitting back, he gingerly peeled her shirt up, exposing the red and weeping dragon tattoo. Much to his surprise, Fray was still alive. He was struggling, yes, but he was very much alive. The gleam in his eyes as he glared up at Marick suggested the beast was going to remain alive and save Ferris in the process. If only sheer determination was enough to save her.

Of course, Fray could use
some help and Marick was more than willing to do everything in his power to see Ferris through this, starting with giving her his blood. It was only the beginning and he knew things were going to get much worse before she got better but she would get better. She had to because she was still there.