Penance (Dark Alpha #5) (6 page)

Jak opened his mouth to object, but he seemed to think better of it. He shut it again and tipped his head to the Jeep. “Still have the beast, I see. Maybe you could give us a lift?”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” Sarra stormed off to the driver’s side.

Jak frowned, watching her go.

“She’ll get over it,” Arianna said quietly to him. “I’ll talk to her.”

He turned back to her with a soft look on his face that confused her again: it was like joy and pain were warring across it, like angels and demons were taking turns prodding his soul. She clasped his hand harder, trying to reassure him, even though her own heart was quaking. Would she be strong enough to let him do this? Could she watch him writhe in pain under the witch’s spell without dying a little inside herself?

She pulled in a breath—if Jak could be brave about this, so could she.

Circe and her brothers were already piling into the van. They had left the front seat open, so Arianna and Jak took that for themselves. Even with the roominess of the Jeep, it was still cramped with so many people. Arianna had to sit on Jak’s lap in order to not have her legs tangle with the massive stick-shift of the ancient car. In the back seat, Circe seemed entirely too happy to be sandwiched between Marco on one side and Kalis on the other. Marco glowered at her, but Kalis’s mouth seemed to hang permanently open at Circe’s beauty.

As they pulled out of the parking garage, the Jeep’s lousy suspension made Arianna bounce on Jak’s lap. With Sarra’s eyes on the road, and the others stuck in the back seat, no one appeared to notice Jak’s hands roaming her body. He didn’t seem to be trying to arouse her, necessarily, although it was definitely having that effect. He was just skimming his fingers lightly along her thighs, the backs of her knees, up across her stomach and along the undersides of her breasts. Like he was making a map of her body with just his fingertips.

She ducked her head close to his ear to whisper, “What are you doing?”

He adjusted her on his lap to pull her in for a kiss. Just a soft one this time. “Touching you.” His smile was only half devilish smirk. The other half still carried some kind of pain.

She traced her fingertips along his cheek, mimicking his traveling touch. “Why?”

“Because I can.” Then he pulled her into a more serious kiss.

She lost track of where they were going, the city towers whizzing past outside the window, and just kissed this man who was giving her the most precious gift of all:
freedom.

Jak was so lost in kissing Arianna, he didn’t realize they had stopped.

The bright morning sun glinted off the bare girders all around them in the construction site. Sarra had pulled the Jeep right up onto the bare dirt, next to the construction company’s trailer and several ten-foot-high stacks of sheetrock and lumber. An enormous crane stood silent and unmoving in the center, with a half dozen lifts and diggers filling out the wide-open construction area and waiting for the contractor to settle their dispute and return to work. Half-constructed skeletons of buildings surrounded them on three sides, but at least one had the ground level built out. There were concrete floors and some sheet rock walls up: enough to give them privacy for the spell.

And there was plenty of equipment to bury him once it was done.

Jak was loathe to move Arianna even a centimeter off his lap, but the rest of the crew had already climbed out of the Jeep. He gently eased her down from the high seat of the car, keeping a hold on her hand as he followed her out.

Circe was giving disgusted looks to the dirt-packed ground, but she gamely was making her way in teetering heels toward the enclosed building. Arianna’s brothers were following close behind, but Sarra was holding back, waiting for him and Arianna. And openly glaring at Jak.

She had to know something was up. She knew him better than anyone else here, and that was just the problem: she might guess what was happening before he could complete the spell. He just hoped she wouldn’t say anything… until it was too late to stop it.

Then she could curse him as much as she wanted.

He laced his fingers with Arianna’s and pulled her closer as they trudged toward the building. Not only did he want to touch her as much as possible in these last moments, but he had a feeling his love for Arianna was a kind of shield—one that would make Sarra hold her tongue.

He was right: Sarra’s hot glare finally left his face and dropped to their clasped hands. Then she turned away and marched with stomping boots toward the witch and his fate awaiting in the construction building.

Arianna snuggled closer to his side. “Sarra’s just angry because she doesn’t want to see you get hurt.” He could feel the tremors racing through her body, one small hand holding his, the other gripping his arm. “She’s afraid.”

He frowned down at her, his heart skipping a beat. He knew she was talking about herself as much as Sarra. “There’s no need to be afraid. When I’m…” He swallowed down the lump growing in his throat. “When I’m going through the spell, your brothers will be here to take care of you.”

She peered up at him with an earnest look full of love. Which just made his heart swell… and calmed the writhing tentacles of fear working through his body.

“I’m not afraid.” She was lying; he could feel the fear in every quiver of her body. “I trust you, Jak.”

He blinked, a tsunami of doubt threatening to pull him under. He was lying to her. His last and final act with her would be a lie. He hated that—hated every part of it—but it was necessary. He prayed she would forgive him in the end. For now…  he pulled her to a stop and kissed her once more, soft and sweet. Then he laced his fingers with hers again and picked up the pace toward the building. He needed to do this before he lost his nerve altogether. Or Sarra put the pieces together. Or anything else could go sideways to stop it.

Everyone was waiting, a tense circle of silence, when they arrived at the shadowy half-built building. The sun only penetrated in strips that painted the floor with prison-bar shadows that were really reflections of the girders. It gave an eerie half-light, half-dark feel to the concrete-and-bare-steel skeleton.

Sarra was still fuming.

Jak ignored her and turned to Circe. “So, how is this going to work?”

Circe’s earlier smiles had faded. In fact, every face had a grim look to it now, which Jak supposed was fitting for the funeral most of them knew this was about to be.

“I’ll need DNA from both of you,” Circe said, beckoning Jak and Arianna with her long dagger-nailed fingers.

“How’s that?” Jak asked. He really hoped they didn’t have to draw blood or do anything painful to Arianna. That might undo him.

“Just a sample of your hair, you big baby,” Circe said, but her voice was gentle and teasing. She stepped up to them, her heels clacking on the concrete. Using two fingers, she plucked one of Arianna’s long black strands of hair, floating gently in the breeze. Then she reached for Jak’s head, but he stopped her, opting to yank out his own DNA sample for her. She twirled the two bits of hair and follicle-root into a small ball in the middle of her palm.

Jak had seen Hecca, Circe’s sister, do something similar with the Sparks pack female, trying to force her to shift. He also remembered that being far from a painless encounter for the girl. He clasped Arianna’s hand tighter in his.

“Is this going to hurt Arianna in any way?” Jak asked.

Circe’s voice was cool. “It won’t be painful, so much as… uncomfortable. Her mate’s essence will not willingly leave.” She turned to Arianna, towering over her and boring a steady gaze into her eyes. “This is a dark art we are performing, Arianna. You have essentially two wolves inside your blood—yours and your mate’s. To extract one while leaving the other is a delicate thing… not unlike slicing out half of your soul while leaving the other half behind.”

Arianna swallowed visibly. “Whatever it takes… is fine.”

Jak could see her quivering. The witch was scaring her. “Circe.” He put warning in his voice.

Circe threw him a sharp look. “Do you want this to succeed, little wolf?”

He pressed his lips tight. She knew the answer to that.

“It’s important for Arianna to understand what she will be facing,” Circe said carefully, but he got the message:
Arianna had to be fully prepared for her side.
Especially if she was going to be kept in the dark about Jak’s part.

“Fine,” he said tightly.

Circe turned her attention back to Arianna, whose eyes had gone wide. Circe’s voice softened. “The wolf essence of your mate will not want to leave. And your wolf will fight the separation as well. You must bring everything
human
that you have to this, Arianna. The part of you that wants to be free of your mate, that’s the part that needs to be strongest today. The spell
will
work… but there will be less, shall we say, damage, if you can lower your resistance to it and help force your mate’s essence away from you.”

Arianna sucked in a breath. “What do you mean
damage?”

“It won’t be a physical thing… more of a psychological trauma. And your wolf… she will suffer the most from this. You need to let her know you’re doing it for her own best interest.”

Jak had no idea how Arianna would do that, but she was nodding like she understood what Circe was talking about.

“It may not be as hard as you think,” Arianna said with a soft smile and a peek at Jak. “My wolf has already submitted to Jak. She already believes he is our true mate. We both know it in our hearts.”

The love on Arianna’s face nearly broke Jak’s heart.

Circe smiled, tightly, and placed her hand sweetly on Arianna’s shoulder. “I’m sure that you do, dear.”

Jak had to look away. They needed to do a whole lot less talking and get on with this, or he wasn’t going to make it through. As he was avoiding the love and hope on Arianna’s face—and her conviction that she and Jak were destined to be mates—his wandering gaze found Sarra’s face. And she was red in the face with fury.

He whipped his gaze back to Circe. “We need to move this along.”

She took a deep breath. “Very well.”

But Sarra was already crossing the dozen feet of concrete floor between them, fists clenched at her side. Circe waved her hand over the tangle of his and Arianna’s hair in her palm. It slowly began to smoke, and Jak could feel it tugging on him, deep inside, bonding him to Arianna. He edged closer to her, taking her hand once more.

Sarra had stopped just behind the witch, hovering there with a murderous look on her face, like she was ready to shift and stop Jak that way. But Sarra couldn’t shift—that had been the problem all along between them, but really, only on her side. Plus her stubborn conviction that he deserved someone better than her, someone just like Arianna, for a mate. And maybe she was right in the end: he was right here, right now, doing the thing he was always meant to do. He could feel that in his bones.

And at this point, nothing could stop him, not even Sarra. She could try, but she wasn’t capable of stopping him physically. And he would just have to ignore her words.

“Jak,” Sarra hissed. “Can I have a word with you?”

“Little busy at the moment.” He avoided looking at her.

The smoking ball of hair in Circe’s palm had transformed into a tiny grayish cloud that hung just above it. She lifted her hand up to Arianna’s face, holding her other hand above it, as if cupping the cloud with both hands, while in reality touching neither. It was a ball of spell, and Circe was whispering incantations into it. Small lightning strikes appeared within the ball, sparking and crackling the air with magic.

Sarra shoved past the witch to stand right in front of Jak. She stared angrily up into his face. “I need to talk to you about this…
now.”

“Sarra, please,” Jak begged her. “If you’ve ever loved me…” If he ordered her away, would she go? He just needed another minute to make this happen. With each snap of lightning in Circe’s spell, he could feel that twinge inside growing stronger, binding him closer to Arianna. He could already sense the two wolves within her: her own and Mace’s. He needed to focus, to draw Mace out when the time was right.

And Sarra needed to leave him alone. But she was still in his face.

“If I ever loved you?” She was spitting angry now. “I love you
now,
Jak Roberts.” She threw a pinched look to Arianna. “Not in the way
she
loves you. Or the way you love her. I don’t mean like that. I love you like a
friend…
one who wants to know what the hell you think you’re doing here!”

Jak didn’t say anything, just ignored Sarra and turned to look at Arianna. The bond between them was intensifying. He met her gaze, and there were fine lines forming at the corners of her eyes as she squinted with it, too. It wasn’t so much pain as…
discomfort.
Like Circe said. He hoped that was all it would be for Arianna in the end.

“Jak!” Sarra grabbed hold of his arm, forcing his attention back to her. She searched his face. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to see there.

Marco had come up behind her. He gave a nod to Jak then laid a hand on Sarra’s shoulder. It was a gentle touch, but she jumped from the contact, then threw suspicious looks back and forth between Jak and Marco.