Bound by Legend: A Bound Novel (10 page)

Damien raised an eyebrow. “You realize that would involve flying. It takes too long tracking her by car.”

Isobel huffed and brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I’m well aware of that. I think I’ve learned to deal with flying pretty well.”

“That’s true.” Damien chuckled and shot her a look full of dark mirth. “At least you’ve stopped shredding my arms with your nails and you hardly hyperventilate anymore.”

“I do better than that and you know it.” She glared at him though it held no heat of anger.

“Of course you do,” Damien said with a completely straight face before shooting Lucian a quick glance that said the opposite.

Lucian suppressed the laugh that tried to break free. He wasn’t about get in the middle of that. Okay, so maybe he was. “Damien only agrees with you because he doesn’t want to spend the night trapped in one of your circles.”

Damien growled. “How did you know about that?”

“Did you forget that Isaiah found you sitting in it?” Deep laughter broke free. “He told
everyone
.”

“Great,” Damien groaned. “That shouldn’t even work on us.”

Isobel smiled innocently. “It only took a small variation in the way I directed the energy.”

Damien shook his head and stood. “If we’re going to do this, let’s get it done.”

Isobel set her coffee cup aside and got to her feet, standing close to Damien. The humor in her eyes gone, replaced by wary acceptance of the flight to come.

Lucian rested his hand on her shoulder. “Now that I’ve followed her so much, her soul’s energy is easy for me to find. It won’t be a long flight.”

She swallowed and nodded.

Morgan woke from where she dozed, burrowed deep under one of the pines at the edge of the park. A few feet behind her, the ground swept down to the South Platte River. From where she lay with her back against the trunk, she peeked out through the lower branches that brushed the ground.

Somewhere in the park, Jake slept on a bench. Morgan wasn’t sure where, they’d gone in different directions. It was safer if Jake didn’t know where she slept. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t actively seek her out if an episode came over him, it was usually a problem of proximity. Even so, she wasn’t taking chances, especially since she didn’t have Lucy with her anymore.

Embracing her power, Morgan listened to the night with heightened senses. Light footsteps were coming through the slowly greening grass toward her sleeping place. A pair of sneakers walked into her line of sight. She tracked them as they paced a half circle around the tree then stopped in front of her.

“I know you’re in there,” a voice said. One she recognized immediately.

“Isobel?” Morgan crawled on her hands and knees through the semi-tunnel she’d made in the limbs earlier that night, dragging the backpack with her. Once free of the tree, she stood and faced the woman who had been her friend only a few months ago. Who probably still considered herself a friend even if Morgan had pushed her away. “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I could ask the same of you, given that you have a place to go.” Isobel frowned at her in the light of one of the few lamps around the park.

“Ugh. Not you, too.” Morgan released her power, shouldered the backpack and started walking. “What, did Lucian find you and ask you to come lecture me or something?”

Isobel fell into step beside her. Morgan shot her a glare wishing she would go away and at the same time hoping she didn’t. Isobel was a reminder of a more stable time in her life. It was both a pleasurable memory and one that held the ache of loss.

“This isn’t just about Lucian, though I do think it’s foolish to refuse the help of your dark angel.”

“If not about him then what?”

Isobel grabbed Morgan’s arm and pulled her to a stop. “How could you do that to me? I thought we were friends. Then Arabrim dies and you disappear. I thought you were dead!”

Morgan blinked at the sudden flash of hurt anger in her friend. “It was better you thought that. I bring death with me everywhere I go.”

“Oh, Morgan. No you don’t.” Isobel’s expression softened. “Arabrim’s death was tragic, but you didn’t cause it. If you had come to Damien and me, you would have had a warm safe place to be all this time.”

The demon-possessed in the alley lingered in her mind and Morgan shook her head. “I couldn’t come to you. I still can’t. I will not watch what will happen to you if Damien dies or what will happen to him if the other way around was to happen.”

“I have died early many times before. If it happens again, Damien will become a free agent and protect someone else.” Isobel gave her a small smile. “If he dies, I will continue to banish demons with the help of another until death comes for me, too. And then we will be together again. I will miss him terribly. That said, as much as I love Damien, my ability to live and function doesn’t hinge solely on him.”

Morgan shrugged. “I know that, it doesn’t mean I want to be the cause of your pain.”

“You wouldn’t be. Demons would be.”

Glancing around the dark, deserted-looking park, Morgan thought over Isobel’s reasoning. If it had just been Arabrim, then maybe what her friend said would make sense. But it wasn’t just him. It was her parents, then her sister, Tara, less than a year later then her best friend after that. There had to be some kind of freakish bad luck that followed her and only affected those she cared about.

In an attempt to not think about it anymore she said, “So where are they?”

Isobel raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“Who,” Morgan snorted. “Damien and Thor.”

“Thor?” Isobel frowned then understanding dawned and she laughed. “I guess he does kind of look like some sort of Viking god doesn’t he? Don’t ever let him hear you call him that. The last thing Lucian needs is a bigger head.”

“So where are they? I know they didn’t just drop you off in a crappy part of town and then go out for beers or something.” Morgan swept her gaze over the park as she started walking again.

“They’re around,” Isobel sighed. “They aren’t in the immediate vicinity. Lucian is trying to keep his promise that you won’t see him again unless you want to.” She glanced sideways at Morgan. “He’s a really good guy, you know. And unlike Arabrim, an ancient. You would be safe with him.”

“I have no doubt I would be.” Morgan stuffed her hands into her pockets and stared at the ground. “That’s why he needs to stay away. There’s something the demons in this city want and it has to do with me. If I let Lucian stand with me, there’s every chance he will end up like Arabrim. And I…”

Damn it, she hated to admit any weakness but with Isobel standing in front of her, the first person she could truly talk to about this kind of thing since Arabrim’s death, she felt the need to say it. “I don’t think I could survive that again. I’m a strong person. I’ve had to be…” She glanced away. “Even the strongest steel breaks under enough pressure.”

“You know there’s every chance Lucian would be just fine.” Isobel eyed her with concerned sympathy.

Morgan nodded. “I’m afraid to take the chance. Arabrim was someone very special to me. He was kind of like an older brother, even if he was more controlling and bossy than I liked. I lost a piece of myself when I lost him and the pieces that are left are fractured and barely held together. If I let Lucian in and he dies, I will break and all the kings horses and all the kings men…”

“Will you at least promise to call us if things get too bad out here?” Isobel asked, her tone resigned.

“I can’t promise.” When she saw Isobel about to protest she added, “I
will
promise to think about it.”

“If it’s all you can do then it’s what I’ll take.”

Isobel looked unhappy about it, but it was the best Morgan could offer. Out the corner of her eye, Morgan caught a shift in the shadows. If wasn’t for the fact she was hyperaware of her surroundings, she wouldn’t have seen it. A swirl in the air that brought the scent of whiskey and cigarettes eased the tension humming in her body. “It’s just Isobel, Jake.”

“Jake?” Isobel whirled around.

He stepped into the glow of the lamp and walked toward them “I wasn’t sure if someone was bothering you again. Nice to see you, Isobel. It’s been a while.”

“It’s good to see you too, Jake. And it’s been too long.” Isobel smiled at him.

“What are you and Damien up to these days? You two kind of fell off the face of the earth after Arabrim died.”

“We’re up to the same old thing,” Isobel answered vaguely. “And if we’d had any idea Morgan was still alive, you can bet we would have been around a lot more. Since she decided to completely disappear…” She spread her hands.

Jake shrugged. “Sometimes people don’t have a choice in the things they do.”

Morgan smiled slightly. Even though he was plagued by his own issues, Jake would always have her back. She glanced at Isobel. “You better go.”

Isobel gave Morgan a hug which she returned awkwardly. Jake was the only person she was comfortable having in her personal space. Arabrim had always been careful to stay out of it, unless it was necessary because they needed to get away from too many demons.

Morgan watched her friend cross the park. As Isobel neared the edge, two tall figures broke away from the shadows. Morgan turned and walked in the opposite direction as she lit a cigarette.

A part of her desperately wanted the safety and security a dark angel could provide. The other part needed to stay away. The internal conflict piled on top of lack of sleep, the fear of what it meant that demons were actively seeking her out and speaking to her, and the sorrow of too many losses that she tried to keep buried deep.

Jake fell into step beside her as he unscrewed the cap of a whiskey bottle and took a swig. Morgan eyed the bottle a moment then held out her hand.

Jake gave her a sharp look. “Since when do you want whiskey when you’re on the move?”

She motioned impatiently for the whiskey. “I just want to be numb for a little while and damn the consequences. Please, Jake. I need this right now.”

“Okay,” he answered as he handed it over. “I can understand the need to be numb.”

The harsh scent wafted from the bottle. Morgan tipped it back and took a gulp. It burned down her throat in a fiery rush, taking her breath away. She choked and coughed, then gasped and coughed some more. When Jake’s laughter registered she shot him a glare.

Still chuckling he said, “There’s an art to drinking cheap whiskey, Morgs.”

“I’ve drank your whiskey before, but damn, this stuff is rotgut. It’s cheap, even for you. What happened to the stuff you normally drink?” She wiped away the drips that had spilled down her chin.

“Couldn’t afford even that this month.” He gave her a worried look. “You sure you want this with everything that’s going on?”

After catching her breath, she took another, smaller swallow. This one didn’t burn as much as the first and she breathed past it. “Screw it. I don’t want to care tonight. If I’m still alive in the morning, I know I’ll regret this. Until then…” She shrugged.

The third swallow was even easier. A couple more and she quit caring. As the night progressed, every worry she had was buried under thick layers of the cheap whiskey.

PIERCING LIGHT STABBED
through Morgan’s lids and into her brain. With a groan, Morgan held her hand up in an attempt to block it. She tried to squint only to realize her eyes were still closed. The taste of stale whiskey coated her cottony mouth. She rolled to her side with another groan. The ache in her head throbbed. Cracking her lids open, she tried to look around.