Gena Showalter - Unraveled

No one pointed out the obvious. You had to be alive to be killed.

Riley nodded again, for Aden’s benefit. She needed to be warded, therefore she would be warded. End of story. It would be one less worry for all of them. She’d realize that and cave, Aden was sure of it.

Riley held up a silver gunlike device. “So. Besides the ward to protect your wards, what two would you like, Majesty?”

“One against a death spell, like you said.” No question. And he was tempted to ward himself against hate. What if they bespelled him, and he thought he hated these friends of his? What if they cast a rage spell, and he injured his friends in a fit of violence? But in the end, he said, “Protect my mind.”

“Good. We’ll start with that one. So far, the witches have wanted you alive. If they were to capture you, they’d probably try to scrub your head for information. This way, they won’t be able to do anything like that. Now, take off your shirt.”

With a quick look to Victoria—she was watching him—Aden obeyed. Riley raised the device to his chest and got to work.

There was a constant sting, but nothing Aden couldn’t handle. In fact, he could have taken a nap. And did. He closed his eyes, mind drifting, until he heard Riley curse under his breath.

Aden blinked his eyes open, suddenly noting the burning in his chest and the scent of sizzling flesh that saturated the air. He looked down. There was a tattoo on his chest, but lightning snapped over its surface, wiping away the color, causing steam to rise.

“You’ve already been cursed,” Riley said gravely. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

What? “I haven’t. Believe me, I would remember something like that.”

“Well, the only other thing that would cause this kind of reaction is if you have a ward that prevents me from warding you.”

“I think I’d remember that, too.” But there was a niggling sense in the back of his mind, a sea of darkness, of static. “Maybe I’m having memory problems, though. I mean, I was thinking that I’d encountered static in Dr. Hennessy’s mind yesterday, yet I can’t recall even trying to enter his head.”

“Memory problems, huh?” Riley frowned, set the equipment aside and stood. “Take off your clothes. All of them.”

He choked on his own breath. “Excuse me?” A shirt was one thing. Everything was another.

“You heard me. Strip. I’m going to check you for wards.”

We are not giving everyone a peep show, Julian sputtered.

Nothing wrong with showing a little skin, Caleb said.

“I think I would have noticed—”

Riley’s severe head shake cut him off. “Not always.”

Still he persisted. “The girls—”

“Will turn their backs. Stop stalling. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, you big baby.”

Aden glanced over at the girls, and sure enough, they’d turned their backs. So, with a sigh and flushed skin, Aden stripped. Riley looked him over. Frowned again. Growled low in his throat.

“Damn,” he said as Aden hastily dressed. “No wards.”

“Did you check everywhere? ” Victoria asked.

Meaning his family jewels? Aden’s cheeks flamed.

“Yeah, I checked there. There are a few more places I need to look, though.” Riley checked behind his ears, in his hairline, under his arms. Still nothing.

With a push to his shoulders, Aden flopped back into the seat. Riley sat and lifted one of his feet, then the other. Bingo, Aden thought, because Riley was shaking his head and studying both as if they held the secrets of the universe.

“How?” Aden demanded. “I would have known afterward, even if I wasn’t aware during.” Wouldn’t he? “Walking would have hurt.”

“No. You were warded twice, and one of them prevents foot pain. After you woke up, you never would have felt a thing.”

Dear God. There really was a ward for everything. “You mentioned foot pain. What’s the other ward for?”

“Preventing you from being warded against mind manipulation. Which means whoever warded you wanted your mind malleable. Wanted to control you. Probably has controlled you. And if you’re having memory issues related to your doctor, chances are good that he’s the one who did the warding.”

Shock swept through him. Shock and fury. How would Hennessy have known to ward him? What’s more… “Why would he do such a thing? What would he have wanted me to do?”

“We’ll pay him a visit tomorrow and find out.”

If they were still alive, he didn’t add, but they were all thinking it.

“As for now, I’m going to negate the mind manipulation ward by smearing the words. Then I’ll give you another antimanipulation ward. Then I’ll give you a ward protecting your wards. That way, he can’t negate ours like we’re doing to his. Warning, though. Not many people want the ward protecting ward because it makes any wards you get now, as well as any you get later, permanent. And if another ward is ever added without your consent… Anyway, with you, with our circumstances, it’s worth the risk.”

“Thank you.” Aden was still numb with that shock, still on fire from the fury. The dual sensations created havoc inside his head, the souls now equally numb and upset, demanding answers. “Will there still be time for the death-prevention ward?”

“We’ll make time. Anyway, I’ll leave the anti-foot-pain ward alone. You’re gonna need it.” With that, Riley got back to work.

TUCKER HAD NEWS TO SHARE. News he knew Vlad would hate, but share he would. He had to. His blood vibrated with a need he couldn’t fight.

Why are you doing this? Stop, his mind screamed.

Truly, he couldn’t. The need was too strong. He flew across the manicured vampire lawn, bypassing bonsai trees, skirting around black rose bushes. In the center of the property was a wide ring of cement poured in swirls to create an intricate design. Almost like a crop circle he’d once seen on the news. A strange electrical pulse rose from it, and birds and insects stayed as far away as possible. Like I want to do.

As he had done a thousand times before, he stood in the center of the ring, unnoticed by the few vampires working around him, pulling weeds and digging in the dirt. They saw only the golden sunshine around him because that’s the image he projected at them.

Perhaps they smelled him, though, because every single one of them straightened and sniffed the air.

Hurry . Tucker planted his feet inside two grooves of cement. When his heels hit the back of those grooves, the swirls around him began to move. Whirling, inter-locking, separating, twisting. He continued to project sunlight, glaring bright…brighter…until the vampires looked away.

The center he stood upon began to descend, slowly, slowly, lowering him into the earth, into the darkness. No one would see the opening he left behind; he made sure of it. For a moment, as the sunlight illuminated the yawning pit below, he saw what awaited him.

Dead bodies littered the hard ground. In fact, when the metal finished lowering, one of those bodies was crunched, bones snapping. The smell…metallic, as if blood had sprayed. Rotten, as if the bodies were already decomposing.

He wanted to vomit. Was this the fate that awaited him?

Probably. That didn’t stop him from stepping inside. Without his weight, the platform rose, higher and higher, finally closing the circle above. Darkness swathed him. Such darkness. He reminded himself that when he was ready to return, he had only to flatten his palms in the grooves on the wall, and the ring would open again. Until then…