Marie Harte - Below the Surface

As it was, Marcus raced between Tessa and Arim, shielding her with his body and forcing her to back away with his mind.

“It’s okay, Tessa,” he repeated. “Arim’s a friend.”

Her efforts slowed Arim’s materialization but did not hinder his eventual shift. Willing it to be enough, Marcus threw up a wall of water between them and Arim and enforced the shield with his mind. The blow, when it landed, shook him enough that his focus faltered and water drenched his entire room.

Fortunately, he had Tessa protected in his arms when he wavered and therefore intercepted Arim’s second strike with his body. Pain, the likes of which he hadn’t felt in years, fingered up his spine. Yet he refused to release Tessa until the danger had passed.

“Enough,” roared Arim in the wake of his brothers’ hasty explanations. “What’s going on? Marcus?”

The pain in Marcus’ back faded, replaced with a glowing warmth, and he finally felt free to ease his hold on Tessa, who by this time had gone strangely still.

“Arim, meet Tessa Sheridan,” Aerolus said calmly. “Marcus’ friend .”

Tessa squirmed suddenly, and Marcus reluctantly gave her some space, though he kept a protective arm around her waist.

Arim cocked his head, his dark eyes blazing with barely fettered power. “Have I you to thank for my welcome?” he asked dryly.

She blushed and looked from Arim to Marcus and his brothers. “I’m sorry, it’s just that the last time I saw something appear like that we were attacked by wraiths.”

Immediately, Arim’s eyes softened and he held out a hand to Tessa. “My apologies, then, Tessa Sheridan. I am Arim, and I mean you no harm.”

“Yeah, I get that, now.” She shook his hand and released it quickly to turn to Marcus. “I didn’t realise what you were doing when you came at me.” She stopped when he rid his bedroom of water and began picking up pieces of a shattered sculpture from the floor. “Marcus! Your back!”

Marcus had no idea what was bothering her now, so he wasn’t prepared when she yanked him to her, violently. Scowling, he tried to turn but she held him in a mental grip so strong he knew she was unaware of her psychic thrall.

“Your clothes are shredded and your back is bright red. Are you alright? What happened? What can I do?” she asked in rapid succession.

“I’m fine,” he said, and pushed through her will to face her. He couldn’t help feeling gratified at her concern. She really had no idea how strong she grew when emotionally charged, but he could see the worry lining her beautiful blue eyes. “The minute Arim knew it was me, he eased the pain of the fire blast.”

Her eyes widened and he cursed himself for his poor choice of words. She grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him around so that she could see his back again. The touch of her warm palm on his skin sent a shiver of sensual delight through him. He only hoped it didn’t show.

When he glanced up at Arim and his brothers’ knowing looks, he cursed.

“What? Did I hurt you?” Tessa asked innocently, stopping her stroking fingers mid-touch.

“No, I’m fine,” he said through clenched teeth. He reached around and pulled Tessa to his side. “Now why don’t we sit on the bed and catch up with Arim like normal people?”

Cadmus snorted. “Don’t you mean, people pretending to be normal?” He whistled when Marcus and Tessa moved past him to the bed. “No wonder you were worried, Tessa. Now that I can see it, Marcus, your back looks like hell.”

Aerolus reproved Cadmus, and while they argued, Marcus reassured Tessa he was indeed fine. Seeing how disturbed she was by his back, he decided to cover it up. Damn, all his clean clothes were downstairs in the laundry. Once again, Cadmus had slacked on his portion of the housework.

“I’ll just be a minute while I change,” he told her, sparing a scowl for Cadmus. “Don’t move, and don’t let anyone intimidate you.” He glared at Arim warningly. Despite the sorcerer’s powers, Marcus wouldn’t tolerate any more threats in her direction, from anyone .

Arim arched a brow in question but said nothing.

“I’ll be right back,” Marcus promised and hurried out the door down a flight of stairs to the laundry.

As he tossed off the ruined shirt and grabbed a plain, grey sweater from atop the dryer, he couldn’t help feeling absolutely useless. Once again he was late detecting a threat. Tessa had responded instinctively to a shift in the energy fields. Yet Marcus, who knew better, casually accepted the disturbance assuming it was Arim.

What if Arim hadn’t been the intruding source? What if instead ‘Sin Garu had managed to find them and sent both the Netharat and the Djinn to counter the safety spells surrounding the house?

Marcus threw on the sweater, feeling like a total failure. How could he hope to protect a kingdom when he couldn’t even protect a single woman? Twice now she’d come to his aid, instead of the other way around. Dejection settled heavily on his shoulders and he gazed bitterly at his reflection in the paned glass of the room’s only window.

Royal Four, ha. More like Royal Three and a Mistake .

Lifting his chin, as he’d often seen his father do before addressing the masses, he called to the Beyond. “Father, I deeply regret my shortcomings, yet know I pledge above all else my life for our world. In this I will not fail.”

He left before he could see an answering visage of the late King Faustus and the disappointment in his father’s silver gaze. But instead of the overking’s ghostly reflection, he missed the wavering image of sad frustration lingering over a once-great monarch and failing father.

“Very impressive,” Arim murmured as he studied Tessa from the top of her head to her bare feet.

Nothing about the perusal was sexual, yet Tessa still had the feeling she’d been most thoroughly examined. Arim’s gaze made her feel like a woman first and foremost. And damn, did every male from Tanselm have the ability to make a woman salivate?

Arim, the mightiest sorcerer in all the land, according to Cadmus’ whispered side note, sat across from her on a leather recliner, just sitting and staring as if she were a school science project.

She stared back, startled to note that he looked at her with the same expression Marcus normally used at the office. A rosy blush settled over her face despite her attempt to appear unfazed by the powerful sorcerer, and she glared at him when a smile hinted at his hard lips.

“So you’re a siphon,” he said and nodded, as if the concept made perfect sense to him. He knew of her ability? It had a name? “Yes, I’m aware of the ability, rare though it is. And what an odd coincidence you knew its name.”

She blinked. Had he just read her mind?

“Yes, I did. But as spellcasters consider it a trespass, I shall try to refrain from doing so again. Wouldn’t want to get the River Prince in a tizzy.”

His fathomless black eyes crinkled, and though he didn’t outwardly grin, she knew he was laughing on the inside.

“River Prince?”

“Marcus,” he clarified. “Commander of the waters, bringer of life. He shall rule the south once he finds what he seeks.”

“And what would that be?”

“Marcus, glad you’re back,” Cadmus said loudly, interrupting the conversation. “Arim and Tessa were just getting acquainted.”

Arim turned his amusement towards Marcus, affording Tessa a chance to study him better. As she watched the dark-eyed sorcerer, she found it unnerving how much he reminded her of Marcus. Same piercing stare, same arrogant mannerisms, same aristocratic features and olive-hued skin. Incredibly, Arim stood a head taller than the Storm brothers. Yet it wasn’t his height so much as his presence that threatened.