Dangerous Lovers (74 page)

They were free now, and they were lifting me up. They were raising me from the ice, breaking it apart. Their gazes spoke a million words, all powerful, all full of love. They were telling me goodbye. They were rejoicing that after all this time, we found each other, that we’d set each other free.

The cold was past the point of being unbearable. I was numb, disoriented. I felt Phoenix’s arms under my back, my soul soaring up. The water became warmer and warmer, and all at once it erupted into flames.

I saw Mason floating near my head, Gavin at my feet, and Phoenix holding me. The three of them were soaring through the icy lake that had turned to flames.

One. Slow. Beat.

The flames immersed us all, and the next thing I saw was the ceiling of the observatory.

I knew without a doubt that Phoenix had thrust us through that ceiling and broken into the fire pool that centered the room just before the tombs of my family.

As I rose into the air, every part of my soul broke apart. The ice in my core exploded, and what looked like diamonds surrounded us all. Fire reached out for that ice, grasping it and pulling it back to me.

I felt agony. Pain. I felt like giving in, nothing was worth this much pain, this much torment.

I was so cold, I was hot; so hot that I was cold. Billions of images rushed through my mind, ones of a powerful, determined past, ones that showed me how wicked my dear sister was.

Memories that showed me that when no one returned to our true home, our true reality, that the people there had sent the woman that became my grandmother here, my uncle here. They were sent here to assemble the Falcon legacy. Through numerous lifetimes, my grandmother had searched for and found all of us. She prepared us for this war. I was determined not to let her down, not to let any member of my family, of my world, my universe down. Too much had been sacrificed for me to give up now. I screamed at myself to become who I was meant to be—to accept this pain as my power.

With that thought, the pain increased, as if it were challenged and accepted the dare to bring me more misery.

Two slow beats later, the pain stopped and numbness came. I felt flames licking my flesh and smelled smoke, an awful, unnatural smoke.

“Genevieve!” I heard Phoenix bellow, causing me to thrust my eyes open. When I did, I had no idea where I was. Flames were all around us. Phoenix let relief come to his flaming stare—but only for a second—then he pulled me up. I was lying on a hospital bed. Ashes, a massive amount of ashes, lay where I was.

Phoenix beckoned his fingertips swiftly above them, and in that instant they rose, swirled rapidly, then vanished into his hand. He glanced across the room. Skylynn was raising Mason, calling his ashes. Phoenix pulled Gavin up with a glance and called his ashes before he turned to me. I was still out of it. I could not figure out why everything was burning. I felt like jelly. I was not solid.

“Walk out of here,” Phoenix demanded.

“Where is here?” I asked as I swayed forward.

Phoenix called the flames around us to my body, and when the fire wrapped around me I felt strength come back to me.

“The hospital. They set it on fire. The flames will give you strength. Walk through them, right out the front door. We have to get you home,” Phoenix demanded.

“Then do your whisk thing,” I said as I reasoned that moving was more than I could do at this moment.

“Your family has to know you are alive. They have to see you walk out. Skylynn and I have to get the patients out. Cadence didn’t care who she took out when she took you down,” he argued, telling me I could do this. That he was not my crutch. That I didn’t need one.

I glanced around the room, noticing that as Skylynn put her hands on a bed, the patient and every machine around that patient vanished in that instant. She appeared a second later, moving to the last patient in the room, but surely not the last one in the hospital.

“Trust me,” Phoenix said as he pulled me to his lips. The force and passion behind his warm flesh focused me once more. He pulled away from me, then led me to Mason and Gavin, placing me in the center.

“Walk through the flames—the longer, the better!” Phoenix demanded as he vanished from my side.

Mason and Gavin looked a thousand times stronger than me, and more determined. They each took one of my arms and led me out of the room, purposely walking through the flames in the hall. With each step, I felt stronger, but it wasn’t enough. It was like I’d been dying of thirst, and no matter how much I drank I was still dry.

Firemen were crawling across the floor. Mason and Gavin moved me to the side wall, hiding us behind the flames until they had passed. We slowly walked through the blaze as we descended the stairs that led to the lower floors, floors that were not on fire, which meant the strength the flames were giving me had vanished. I felt Gavin and Mason hold me up as we moved through the open lobby, as firemen came to us and ushered us out.

The parking lot was full of fire trucks, police cars, patients on beds, others standing holding oxygen over their faces. Hundreds and hundreds of people were running in every direction.

As we passed the beds where the doctors were frantically working on the people, I heard, “It was an angel. She carried me out,” and “He was so fast, so strong. He brought me here—he saved me,” from the disoriented patients.

I didn’t have the strength to smile on the outside, but on the inside I was beaming. Emergency workers tried to help us, but Mason and Gavin waved them away as they pushed us through the crowd. We had almost reached the edge of the mass of people when I heard someone scream out Mason’s name. It was his mom, and she charged though that crowd with nothing less than the sheer power of motherhood.

Gavin’s mom must have been near her, heard her cry, because Gavin’s name was screamed next.

They both kept one hand on me as they embraced their mothers. I glanced over my shoulder to see the fifth floor raging with flames, firemen courageously aiming their weapons of water at that floor—hoping against all hope that they could save lives, be the heroes they were born to be.

This was my fault. I was the target, the one that had put the weakest people in danger. I wanted to save them, save this building, and with that thought the flames breaking out through the windows froze. An eerie silence came to the crowd. The only sound was water from the hoses that were now obsolete.

I felt my knees buckle, and as they did the icy flames turned to water and washed down through the building, ending any and all further destruction that the fire could have wrought. I felt arms catch me and assumed it was the guys, but I recognized the cologne, the dark blue suit: it was Ben. He had caught me and turned me in his arms in utter disbelief.

“My God, Indie—how?” he said as his hands cupped my face.

“It was a little hot in there,” I said, trying to mock my familiar sarcasm and appear stronger than I was.

“Indie, you were clinically dead—” Ben said, tracing the lines around my mouth where the tubes that were keeping me alive must have been. “You just don’t wake up and walk out of a fire—you need a doctor!”

That instant, I felt someone turn me and say, “Genevieve, dear, bloody hell! You scared the living daylights out of me!”

It was Phoenix. My face was now nuzzled against his strong chest, which I could swear had flames just under the surface. The heat was giving me composure.

“Who the hell are you?” Ben said in his all-too-protective tone.

“My...my...boyfriend,” I said, looking back at Ben as my arms embraced Phoenix. I guess that sounded more believable than ‘lover,’ ‘soul mate,’ ‘life.’

“Since when?” Ben asked with shock.

“Since forever,” Phoenix said boldly. “We need to get you home, Love. It’s freezing out here,” Phoenix said as his hands rushed across my back, sending fiery warmth through my soul.

“Home? No. Hell no!” Ben argued. “I’m getting a doctor.”

Phoenix reached out for Ben’s arm as he went to pass us. “They have enough to heal right now, Mate. I’ve called the best doctor in the world to come for Genevieve. He is meeting us at the manor.”

“And who is this doctor of yours, boy? Do not play with me. I trust little to no one with the fate of my sister.”

“Agreed there, Mate. Jason Haywood and John Blair are waiting on us. Search their names, and you will see their skills are unrivaled. You will find that John Blair checked in to see all three of them just as the fire alarms went off and that Dr. Haywood has been advising the staff as he traveled here.”

Ben pulled out his phone.

“Call them on the way,” Phoenix said, pulling me closer. “Where is your car? Or do I need cab?”

Ben looked to Mason and Gavin’s families. “Follow us, we’ll make sure they are out of the woods. I’ll have a helicopter on standby if they need to be moved to another hospital.”

I didn’t think either of their families would let them go, but they whispered something to their mothers and came to Phoenix’s side as we followed Ben through the parking lot to one of his SUVs. His driver stepped out and opened the doors as the guys climbed in and Phoenix lifted me. I was too weak to move, and growing weaker.

Once Ben was in and gave the orders to the driver, he turned his attention to his phone, demanding that his assistant find out who Jason Haywood was, how my floor was torched, and that a chopper be sent to the manor.

“Do we have time for this?” Gavin said in a whisper to Phoenix.

I could not figure out why they were stronger than me, why they looked as if they had been through nothing at all.

“All for show, Mate,” Phoenix said as he pulled me on his lap, ensuring that every part of me was touching his body, which was so hot that I could have sworn it was on fire.

Ben turned in his seat. “So, your doctor checks out. I want to know who you are, where you came from, and how you know my sister.”

“Sebastian Falcon, though my blokes call me Phoenix. I am from everywhere and nowhere. I met your sister long ago, and I assure you I will never let another soul strike her.”

“Falcon. You’re a Falcon? A child of a past adopted member?”

That wasn’t an odd question. My grandmother and her mother had both opened their homes to lost children. There may be seventy-seven in the flock Ben and I came from, but the number of Falcons that were created by our parent’s bloodline was in the thousands, maybe beyond that. Our name was freely given to any child that crossed our threshold, and at times that was worth more than the money they left with a few years later.

“The original, Mate. One of the last originals. Genevieve sought me out. We were bonded from first glance, and together we plan to make the Falcon name one that will never be forgotten.”

The dominance in Phoenix’s tone took Ben by surprise. He let his glance move to Gavin and Mason. “You know him? He’s always been around? You trust him?”

“Always,” Mason said, locking eyes with Ben.

I couldn’t find the strength to defend Phoenix. My head flew back against the window.

“That is it. Take us to the nearest hospital,” Ben ordered the driver just as I felt a whirl of wind and a surge of newfound energy.

“Why, Mate? There is a doctor just inside,” Phoenix said, nodding for Gavin to open the door and let us out. Phoenix had moved the entire car to the manor with a thought, completely befuddling both the driver and Ben.

I was in Phoenix’s arms at the front door before I even heard Ben start to make an argument. Once out of view of Ben, Phoenix moved me again. Now he was carrying me into a room that was not mine, but I had imagined that it was more times than I could count: our bedroom in the North Wing.

It was red and black, laced with gold, and a large canopy bed centered one wall. Heavy drapes covered wall-length windows, and gently aged chairs and short couches made up a sitting area just beyond the foot of the bed, before a fireplace. A glance from Phoenix gave birth to a fire there, adding to the dim glow of the eccentric lamps that rested beside the bed. The next beat, I was lying on the bed and he was hovering over me.

“What is wrong with me?” I said in an exhausted tone.

“Your transformation is not complete. I only had seconds, whereas it should have taken hours. I’m starting to think it would not have mattered, that the ice is stopping it, that death is pulling you back,” he said with heavy grief in his silky tone.

My eyes grew heavy. As they closed, I whispered, “It was written. You saved me.”

I could not form the words to tell him that we had not committed the ultimate sin, that he was meant to break the ice around me apart, that he was meant to set my soul on fire and raise me to this existence.

Chapter Seventeen

My dreams were heavy, beyond vivid, and they solidified what I had only heard whispers of in the North Wing. I saw this manor. A lost time. My world was on the verge of a civil war. Though we were born of light, born of peace, some of us had become restless, terrified that the natural order had been broken, that darkness was on the verge of an all out siege on us. They wanted to barricade The Fall, the point where souls moved through once their time was complete on the other side. They feared The Fall because the children that were reborn were broken souls, vacant of joy and creativity. It was as if they were damaged beyond repair, as if their past lives were too dark and too damned for them to overcome.