Blood and Kisses (26 page)

“And in my rage, I had killed Akos without even knowing it, or so I believed.”

Gideon could never forget that moment. He’d stood, his clothes drenched with blood, in the midst of the gory carnage he had created, and felt nothing.

“I heard a sound behind me, and spun just in time to see the pike that impaled me, and the person who wielded it. Inanna.

“Everything went dark. When I awakened, she was leaning over me, her mouth red with my blood. She told me she’d made me a vampire like herself.” He turned toward Thalia, but couldn’t look her in the eye, and turned back to the dressing table.

He bent over the table, his hands gripping the smooth maple surface for support before going on. “I’d heard tales of such creatures, but had dismissed them as the superstitious babbling of ignorants. She claimed that she’d loved me when we’d married, but soon after I left, Akos had approached her. He’d wooed her with poems and love songs.” Gideon snorted. “While I’d chased his army, he’d been at my own home. She said I’d driven her into Akos’ arms, that I loved Kurut more than I loved her.

“I will always remember the final words she said to me that night. ‘You will be condemned to walk eternally in the night, to feast on the life blood of others, to watch everyone you love crumble to dust, and everything you have built be swallowed by the sands.’”

He closed his eyes, reliving the moment. “I should have faced the dawn then, but I was too much of a coward. I still am.” He shook his head.

“I couldn’t go home. I roamed the Middle East, working as a mercenary. If my employers wondered why they never saw me during the day, they never voiced it.

“In the beginning, I thought Inanna a fool, her revenge an empty joke. I reveled in my new powers. I was faster, stronger, my senses a thousand times keener. I barely noticed the passing of the years.

“Then, one day I woke up and realized fifty years had passed. I returned to Kurut to find Inanna’s curse had come true. My family was long dead, and the desert had reclaimed Elilu. It was only then that I understood all I had lost, and not what I had
become
, but what I had always been. A monster.”

Gideon swiveled to confront Thalia. Now she knew everything. He examined the delicate lines of her face. The feeble light that leaked from the gap in the curtains silvered the curves of her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Gods, she was beautiful. And unlike his late wife, as lovely inside as out. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. A spasm of sorrow seized his heart. He longed to go to her, to comfort her, but he couldn’t.

His rejection may hurt her, but it was for the best. She deserved someone whose hands were clean, someone who had no inner demon. Despite his vows of love to Inanna, he had killed her. The fact that she hadn’t died didn’t change the reality that he’d run her through. He was already responsible for the death of one woman he’d loved. He wouldn’t be responsible for another.

And even if he managed to keep her safe from himself, what was to keep him safe from her? She couldn’t be turned. She would eventually leave him through death.

He shuddered to think what devastation might be unleashed, if grief caused him to lose control. No. It was better this way. Better to end things before either of them was in too deep.

Anguish burned in his chest. He could lie to her, but not to himself. For him, it was already too late. But it didn’t matter. He was too weak. He couldn’t risk what might happen when he lost her.

Thalia’s eyes were bleak. “What happened to Inanna?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since. She must have gone back to bury Akos and discovered that he lived. I believed I’d killed him, so he must have been mortally wounded. She had to be the one that turned him.”

She hid a deep sigh.
This was it.

She wiped her damp palms down her white, rope-girdled silk robe. Sleeveless, it crisscrossed her chest, in Grecian fashion. She’d always thought it looked like a nightgown. Heath was in the white robe mages usually wore which resembled a graduation gown. His bare toes appeared stubby in the shaggy rug. She curled her own in response to the thought, then inhaled and focused on feeling the earth through the layers beneath her.

Mina intoned several words in Latin she couldn’t hear through the thrumming in her ears, then the older woman used the first candle to light the two others on the altar. She gave the second candle to Thalia and the third to Heath. Thalia took up the chant, a plea for protection, the words so familiar to her she no longer needed think, concentrating instead on her intentions.

Together, they lit the four pillar candles representing the four directions while continuing to chant. A streamer of white light formed between the candles as each was lit, until a glowing square enveloped her and the other two witches.

Thalia took strength from the ritual, grounding herself and letting her nerves wash into the vastness of the universe. The spells asked of them would be simple, but it was their very simplicity that made them so difficult, requiring strong personal magic, intense concentration and plenty of practice. She possessed the last two. That would have to be enough.

Mina cleared her throat and spoke to the council. “The first challenge will be levitation, the second illusion, and the third transmutation. The fourth and final challenge will be done only if there is no decisive winner and will be a personal power spell.”

A personal power spell
? Once again, Thalia shoved away feelings of panic. She could do this. All she had to do was win the first three challenges.
No sweat.

Two younger mages wearing robes like Heath’s stood and brought ten-pound weights from the storage area under the stairs. They placed one weight in front of Thalia and one in front of Heath before retaking their seats.

Mina nodded to Heath. “Although Thalia is technically the challenger, I think it only fair as the former Champion she have the opportunity to go last.”

Heath’s mouth tightened and his lower lip jutted out a bit. “As you wish.”

The older woman waved a graceful hand in his direction. “Please begin.”

He sucked the inside of his cheeks and rolled up his sleeves, exposing tanned forearms covered with light brown hair. “Ascendere,” he commanded with an upward motion of his hands, his hazel eyes focused and intense. Yellow streaks of light emerged from his wide palms and wrapped around the weight, a molded turquoise dumbbell. It lifted into the air and hovered above Heath’s bald head. He lowered his hands and the compact dumbbell settled on the rug like a bird landing. His piercing gaze lit on Thalia, and then he yielded the floor with a swirl of his robe.

“Thalia.”

Heart beating like a over-wound clock, Thalia licked her dry lips and tried to swallow. Her gaze flicked to Gideon. He smiled. His obvious faith lent her a jolt of added determination. She would not let either of them down.

Her eyes returned to her target. Mind filled with a single focused thought, she gestured up with open palms. “Ascendere.” Blue light arced from her hands, and the dumbbell rose into the air. It hovered above her head and she, too, set it softly on the ground.

“Let it be acknowledged that both candidates have successfully levitated a ten-pound weight.” Mina waved to the mages who’d brought out the weights. They removed them and replaced them with fifty-pound weights.

Once again, Heath went first. “Ascendere.” The black disk levitated into the air and sank back to the floor with a tiny clunk.

Thalia’s turn. She inhaled as if about to dive. “Ascendere.” The disk flew up, paused, and then landed feather-light on the plush carpet. Thalia let out the breath she’d been holding in a rush.

And so it went, Thalia matching Heath at every increase in weight. Finally, after they’d each lifted five hundred pounds, Mina announced, “The final element of the levitation portion of the ritual will be the contestants’ choice, but must illustrate their ability to control the object they are lifting.”

The assistants had cleared away the weights and now a pitcher of water and a drinking glass were set on the altar. Heath straightened his robes. He took a deep breath and raised his hands. “Ascendere.”