Elijah (38 page)

Again, in utter silence, the Siren glanced at Gideon, Legna, Syreena, and Anya. Those huge, blue porcelain eyes then flicked back to Siena.

“She wants everyone but…but ‘the star-child’ to leave,” Elijah explained, sounding as puzzled as everyone looked as soon as he said it. “Who is the star-child?”

The Siren smiled again, her angelic face lighting up as she reached toward Legna and gently touched her face with elegant fingers. Then she let that gentle touch fall to Legna’s belly.

“She means the baby,” Gideon murmured thoughtfully. “Star-child?”

“Siena doesn’t understand it either,” Elijah said with a shrug.

“How is Siena communicating with her?” Anya asked, as bemused by the exchange as all of
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them.

“Telepathy…left between them because of…” Elijah furrowed his brow slightly. “The Spirit-singing. What is a Spirit-singing?”

The Siren moved closer to Siena, nodding as if giving permission, as she sat down gently on the bed. Elijah didn’t even feel her weight shift the mattress in the slightest as she did so. He turned his attention to Siena’s thoughts filling his mind with explanation.

“The Spirit-singing is an exchange between a Mistral and another where…a part of the one’s spirit is borrowed to help heal another’s. In this case, Syreena was the recipient of that shared spirit when Windsong borrowed from Siena’s spirit to heal her decades ago during a childhood illness. It left Siena and Windsong with a telepathic connection that switches on whenever their spirits come close to each other.”

“How come I never heard of this?” Syreena asked in wonderment, looking from her sister to the enigmatic Siren.

“Because it is an intimate, secret exchange and Siena was not allowed to speak of it until given permission.” Elijah then looked up questioningly at the Mistral. “She says I need to stay. I understand that, but why does Legna?”

There was silence between the relays of the telepathic trio and finally Elijah looked at Legna.

“She says she will need me for the Spirit-singing, to borrow from my spirit to heal Siena. As her mate, I am the best candidate.”

“But—” Syreena began.

“She says that you are too complex to be a part of this, that your exposure to dual spirits, yours and Siena’s, was responsible for the alteration in your genetic code. She had never Spirit-sung for Lycanthropes before and it was an unexpected side effect. I am…” He paused for words. “I am now sharing my spirit with Siena’s already, as she shares mine, so there will be less chance of ill effects.”

“So this is not a foolproof method. There can be damage?” Gideon asked. “That makes me question Legna’s being present for this even more.”

“The danger is only to myself and Siena,” Elijah continued. “She says the star-child will protect Legna and that…” Elijah blinked and looked at Siena for a confused moment that made it clear he was unable to understand what she was trying to tell him for a moment. When he spoke he still sounded confused. “She says she has given your son permission to listen to the singing.”

Elijah laughed with disbelief. That is, until he saw Gideon’s expression. Legna reached behind herself to grasp her husband’s hand, her eyes growing wide as she received his startled thoughts.

“She knows it is a boy,” he said aloud. The medic suddenly realized there was more power and ability to this enigmatic species then he had come to know even during his long life. “I could not help but find out just by touching my wife once I realized she was with child, and, of course, as soon as I knew, Legna knew. We had decided we would not tell anyone else, that we would let it be a surprise. But I suppose that is no longer an issue.” Gideon looked at the Siren with narrowed, perplexed mercury eyes. “How can you talk to an unborn child? I may not know much about your species, but the fetus is barely six months—”

“I did not talk to the babe. The babe talked to me.”

It was the first time she had used her voice, and suddenly everyone there understood why. It was musical and sweet, full of every amusement, every sadness she had ever known in her life. It was a seduction and a comfort. It was bewitching in every way a thing of pure beauty could be.

Everyone was enthralled by it, the spell of it holding them rapt and silent for a long minute.

Gideon was the first to draw a cleansing breath.

“My son talked to you?” he asked roughly, his hand reaching to cover Legna’s on her belly.

There was no explaining the sensation of wonderment and elation that rushed over the couple.

“She said…” Elijah paused to clear his throat. “She says your son is a powerful being and soon will be able to speak to you as well, even from the womb. She says…” Elijah found himself smiling in spite of himself. “She says he has his father’s power and his mother’s temperament.”

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Legna laughed, unable to help herself as delight rushed through her. She turned to Gideon and kissed him, excitement and enthusiasm rushing over her.

“I want to stay,” she said.

Once the room was cleared of all except the patient, her mate, and the fascinated mother of the so-called star-child, Windsong touched Siena’s hair gently, tsking with her tongue at the lank, brittle feel of the usually brilliant curls.

She smiled, touching the couple’s still joined hands and nodding once. It was clear that she wanted them to remain thusly joined, and it was a good thing because Elijah had no intention of letting go.

His heart was racing in spite of Siena’s attempts to reassure him. He did not like the idea of being helpless, as he would reportedly become, but he cared more about Siena becoming well than he did about his own safety at that point. The anxiety was only natural.

The first sound to blossom out of the Mistral was a hum, a haunting vibration from its very inception. It only took a minute after that for Siena, Elijah, and Legna to fall into a deep, healing sleep.

None of them would ever know what happened after that.

None but the unborn child, who wasn’t about to give any secrets away.

Legna opened her eyes slowly, taking a breath, knowing instantly that she had never felt so rested, so at peace, as she did in that moment. All of this in spite of her years of accomplished meditation, which brought her to a similar state. She looked at the pale and beautiful countenance smiling down at her. Windsong reached for Legna’s belly and without speaking sent emotions of warmth, gratitude, and absolute delight to the empathic female Demon.

Legna understood, though with bemusement. The Siren was thanking her for the privilege of being allowed to sing before her baby.

“You are welcome,” Legna said softly. “Are they well?” she asked, glancing at the sleeping couple in the bed who now lay tenderly curved around one another’s bodies. Elijah’s large form blocked Legna from seeing Siena.

The Mistral female nodded and smiled wider.

Then she tilted her head, that cloud of airy hair shifting position with a swirl.

“I have foretold the future to your child,” that chiming voice said softly. “And because he is yours, I will allow you to know it and remember it when you become aware once again.” She took Legna’s dazed face between her slim, cool hands, knowing the empath was already floating in that world of subawareness her speaking voice had sent her to. “Your baby will lead your people into a new era, just as the one who came before him will. Together they will change the world as you know it. They will lead the other children who will come of this time of change into a millennium of remarkable destiny and bliss. In this lies my future as well, and I am grateful to you for creating part of what will make this so. Remember my prophecy as the ages pass,” she instructed softly. “May it give you the comfort it has given me.”

Then, without waiting for clarity to return to the Demon mother, the Mistral turned into the mourning dove and flew out the window, reeling away on the wind as if sheer joy lifted her wings to the heavens.

Legna was smiling when she became aware once again. Forgetting everything else, she leapt from her chair, knocking it over heedlessly as she raced to find her husband and tell him everything she could remember.

Elijah woke to the sparkling sensation of a warm, lush mouth rubbing against his.

He opened his eyes, and then opened them quite a bit more when he saw the familiar golden gaze of his mate glowing with life and mischief in her gold-and-pink splotched face.

A face healed of all blisters, only new skin that would soon fade to normal, luxurious, beautiful
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gold once more in what promised to be no time at all.

“You look like hell,” Siena remarked, her voice muffled against his mouth, but its usual rich tone was otherwise free of defect and injury.

He felt glorious.

Elijah reached for the covers and yanked them down, tumbling her off his body as he sat up and inspected her from head to toe, his hands tracing where his eyes went, affirming her healing state with tactile, as well as visual, proof.

“Are you trying to turn me on?” she asked, arching one shiny gold brow with a distinctly lecherous humor.

The last thing he reached for was her glimmering, springy, and oh-so-lively hair, sifting the tightly sprung curls through his fingers as a huge grin spread over his face.

Siena sat up, bumping his nose with hers.

“Is that a yes?” she asked, crossing her eyes as she tried to focus on him.

“You are…amazing,” he breathed, his hands framing her face eagerly, the rough warmth of his palms becoming so familiar, so wonderfully necessary for her happiness, that she smiled wider.

“I think I look like a leopard,” she remarked, pulling back to inspect her spotted arms and legs.

Then that mischievous smile blossomed over her gorgeous lips. “Want to play connect the dots?”

Elijah threw back his leonine head and laughed from deep in his belly, dragging her into his embrace so tightly she gasped for air with a laugh even as he covered her mouth with a soul tattooing kiss that made her feel light-headed and joyful.

The sound of the door opening made them jump apart, and Elijah instinctively jerked the covers back over his wife’s bare body as she wiped a guilty hand over her damp mouth. He reached under the covers to pinch her for that, making her hello to her sister and her General come out half squeaky.

“Siena! You look great!” Syreena gushed happily, rushing to hug her sister from one side while Anya rushed at her from the other. Elijah had to lean back to avoid getting crushed by the tangle of females.

“Hey! You’ve had this fantasy before!”

Elijah laughed and turned to look at Bella, immediately opening his arms and beckoning her to them. She jumped into his embrace with a delighted bounce, hugging him as tightly as he hugged her.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly into her ear. “Thank you for what you did. But as your teacher, I should tell you to never do that again,” he said with fierce scolding.

“You have a deal,” she said intensely as she practically strangled him with grateful affection.

“And I thought he would be boring once he got married,” Jacob remarked dryly to Gideon and Legna, who crowded the doorway with him.

“Absolutely not,” Gideon said suddenly, locking his arms around his wife when she went to rush into the room with intentions of joining the love fest.

“That, I believe, is my line,” Jacob said with a chuckle as he moved to retrieve Bella before her chokehold on Elijah deprived him of oxygen any longer.

Women tumbled off the bed on all sides, everyone chattering and exchanging their side of the same story at once.

Until Noah cleared his throat from the doorway and said one soft statement: “Ladies, gentlemen; I believe we have a hunt awaiting us.”

“This is where you tracked them to?” Siena asked softly, squinting her eyes so that her keen vision focused on the forest below their perch on the mountainside. “This is not one hundred miles from my castle.”

“And barely twenty from where I was attacked,” Elijah added.

“I don’t know about you guys, but this looks like a staging ground to me,” Isabella remarked,
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holding up her binoculars again. “Jacob, move back, you’re making this thing blurry.”

She reached behind herself to push him away, and the Enforcer, who needed no such devices to see at a distance, backed up as ordered. He continued to peruse the same area she did from an added distance.

“Ah, better,” Isabella said, clearly pleased to be able to use the human invention.

“I think Bella is right. Magic-users so close to Siena’s seat of power? Risking being so deep in

’Thrope territory?” Elijah shook his head. “What else could it be?”

“A search party.”

That remark made everyone look back at Gideon, who was leaning back nonchalantly against the rock face, his feet casually crossed at the ankles.

“Look back farther, beyond the encampment,” he instructed. “See the ground? It has been churned up like a farmer’s field, even deeper than that in some places. You know, I once spent well over a century of my life pursuing the ancient histories and cultures of medicine. I do not claim to be an expert on excavation, but those grids of twine in the field look very much like those in an archaeological dig. It appears to me that they are looking for something and they are going about it very carefully.”

“Looking for what?” Siena queried. “Goddess, just look at the size of that dig. It’s enormous. It would take years to properly excavate anything of that size.” She turned to look at Gideon.

“Why are they in Russian territory, in winter no less, digging in near-frozen ground?”

“Yes. In winter. When the usual traffic in this territory is almost nil because the only beings who could present any possible danger to them are all settling down for a nice, long nap,” Elijah speculated.

“Yes, of course! A third of us are already in hibernation. More than half of the remaining population probably went to the caves right after the Samhain feasts!” Syreena spoke up in a hushed voice. “Let me fly over and take a look.”

“No!”

The chorus of voices and hands that stopped her from rising made her crouch back down immediately.