The wooden sword was perfectly balanced, though lighter than a metal sword. Kenner had his own metal forge and carved the wooden ones himself. I’d left my sword in my room. Kenner made it for me when my father commissioned it. Kenner said it was his best work. I looked at the swords on the wall and had trouble believing it. They were all beautifully detailed and made with love.
We went straight to the courtyard to the area where I’d watched him and my father practice. There were rises of different heights on all sides with sand traps between. I would listen to the clash of their swords for hours as they dodged, jumped, and charged.
My father never told Kenner he took it easy on him but I knew. We faced each other but neither of us bowed. Respect to your opponent was given after a fight. Kenner came at me with a solid mid strike which he pulled and reversed the blade so it came upward, looking for an opening.
My fingers tingled and I dodged the move, knowing his intent.
“You have been practicing, Tara.”
“Alone in my room at night.” I stepped into my swing that was aimed at his legs and he jumped back.
We parried back and forth for ten minutes but he was unable to get a strike in.
He dropped his sword to his side.
“You are doing exactly as your father did and disguising your talent. Did you think I wouldn’t know?” He looked hurt.
“I am sorry. I truly have not sparred since my father died.”
“He gave you his gift and you need to use it. Stop holding back and show me.”
I answered with my sword. Kenner managed to block, but after that my strikes came in hard and heavy. I killed him over and over. He kept fighting and never got angry. When I sliced his gut open, or at least made the cut that would do it with a real sword, he started laughing.
“You see her, Mira? She’s better than Max. The teacher has been schooled. I will be right back,” he said and walked into the house.
“You have made him happy,” Mira told me.
“I didn’t mean to show him up.”
Her smile was huge.
“He loved and respected your father. He felt like he failed when you left. No, do not feel guilty,” she said at my expression. “You had your reasons and we respect them. Your father had his secrets. We respected him and he gave us the same.”
Kenner walked from the house carrying two swords. I stared in shock at the one in his left hand.
“Is that my father’s?” It was. I would know that sword anywhere. My father didn’t have it with him when he died and I never thought I would see it again. A cold shiver passed through me.
“Do not look at me that way, my child,” Kenner said. “I dispatched the man who had it. He wasn’t too bright and he was not who killed your father. He was trying to sell it. He said it was a family heirloom when I asked. He died with his entrails on the ground beside him, begging me to kill him and make it quick. He wouldn’t answer my questions and it took him a long time to die. I watched until he breathed his last.”
“Thank you.” It was heartfelt.
He handed the sword to me. I gripped the pommel, feeling the leather cord wrap against my palm. The guard was larger than the one on my sword and this one was heavier by about a pound. My father allowed me to use it for building speed. After I exercised with it, mine seemed lighter and it was definitely faster.
I lifted the point and my eyes traveled the blade’s ridge. It was like an old friend and I wanted to cry again.
I looked at Kenner. He was watching me with a serious expression.
“Can you fire it?” he asked.
I lowered it immediately, unsure if I’d heard him right but fearing I had.
“What?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. My father was very good at hiding his gift and he’d taught me the same.
“I watched him fight too many times to count,” Kenner said. “He didn’t do it often, but if we were in true danger, he made fire dance on the blade. No one we faced was left alive if he fired it. I never mentioned that I saw it happen, but several times I killed good opponents because they were in thrall of the fire. So…” He stared into my eyes. “I’m asking as your father’s friend. Can you make fire dance on the blade?”
I had never tried because of the fear my father instilled. It was difficult to let go of his training and show someone what I could do. Hell, even I wasn’t sure what I could do. It had been so long since I’d used my gift.
My fingers sparked, the energy running from them into the pommel. I didn’t let the power have free rein, but I didn’t hold it inside either. I lifted the sword again and a low blue flame started at my hand and traveled up the steel.
Kenner came at me with his. I evaded him easily. His moves were fast but nothing he did got past my guard. Metal on metal rang throughout the courtyard. The sword burned and it felt glorious. I never attacked, only blocked. I also never retreated, though Kenner tried to push me back. I pivoted when he did and used my legs without giving an inch.
“Left hand,” he said.
I tossed the sword up and caught it in my left hand. We went through the drill again. The entire exercise was one I performed with my father many times, minus the flaming sword.
Finally, with a fine sheen of sweat on his face, Kenner dropped his guard and stared at me.
“What are you doing in town?” he asked with startling concern.
“I have two reasons to be here,” I said honestly. “One I cannot tell you, but the other is easy. I’m here to find the man who murdered my father and to kill him.” I hadn’t known this until I said the words.
“It is dangerous for you here,” he said plainly.
“It’s dangerous everywhere and as you’ve just seen, I can defend myself.”
“You don’t understand. There have been rumors for years that besides werewolves and vamps, there are other species besides humans. When I first heard these stories, I thought of your father. If I hadn’t seen what he could do, I would have been skeptical. I know I am treading into your secrets and you may not be comfortable telling us, but what did your father say about your gift?”
My brain was screaming at me to give as little information as possible. My father loved Mira and Kenner and he hadn’t told them.
“He didn’t tell me much,” I said. “He said I was special and I had to keep my magic hidden. He said you and Mira would be in danger if I stayed with you.” I looked at her with another apology in my eyes, then turned back to Kenner. “He said I would know when it was time to return.”
“Is it time for you to return?” Kenner asked.
“I wasn’t given a choice and I’m unsure if I should be here or not.” I shrugged. “It’s too late now. I’m here.”
A look passed between Kenner and Mira. She nodded.
“After you left,” Kenner said. “A package was delivered. It was addressed to you. It’s from your father and you should open it. Mira, would you mind getting it for Tara?”
She turned without a word and walked into the hotel.
My heart raced.
“The sword is now yours,” Kenner said next.
I shook my head.
“No, it is yours. You were my father’s friend and he wanted you to have it. The one he commissioned is in my room. It’s an extension of my hand.”
“I will save his sword for you. You may have need of it one day.”
He was stubborn and I wouldn’t win this argument.
“Thank you.”
Mira returned with a package about the size of a book. It was wrapped in brown paper and circled with string. She handed it to me.
“Would you be offended if I open this in my room?” I asked softly. The feel of the package in my hands was bringing forth feelings that needed to be handled in private.
“Please,” Kenner said. He took Mira’s hand. “We will see you in the morning.”
After they walked inside, I stood where I was for a few minutes, wondering if talking to them about the gift was something I should have done. I hated being skeptical of people who obviously loved me, but my father’s training was hard to put aside.I had to trust my intuition and it told me Mira and Kenner would never betray me. I went upstairs to my room. My father’s sword remained in my hand. I placed it on the chest of drawers before I sat on the bed. I held the package for several minutes, simply savoring it. When I was ready, I attacked the string first. It was knotted and had to be cut. I slowly removed the paper. Inside was a square wooden box about an inch thick. It had no seam to open and I wondered if it was simply a piece of cut, polished wood. My fingers tingled as I held it. The energy grew until it lit up the entire room. I allowed it to expand. The box recognized my magic.Blue, purple, and green swirled around the room. I watched the wood change into something else ent
I kept a tight hold on the sword, adjusted my stance, and held on. It glowed and pulsed. My father’s instructions didn’t say how long to keep it in the dirt or that I should hold it. I’d never had an affinity for plants, but now, the surrounding plants reached toward me. I carefully released the sword with one hand and touched one. Its energy caressed my fingers. I exhaled in wonder.“Tara?” Kenner asked.I jumped and then turned and smiled.“My father gave me a few instructions,” I said excitedly. “Apparently, the plants and earth recharge my power. He never mentioned any of this to you?” It was a stupid question because I knew the answer.“He told me it was dangerous for me and Mira to know too much and I took him at his word. When I first met your father, the war between the vampires, werewolves, and humans was raging. The last thing humans needed to know was that there were more supernatural secrets.” He paused for a moment, picking his words carefully. “I was opposed to the vamps
“What are you doing here in the middle of the week, Kenner?” a large man, unwashed and wreaking of alcohol asked.“Get out of my way, Nelson. I have business and it’s none of yours.”“Bastard.”“Drunk.”We continued our slow and steady pace until I noticed motorbikes, very similar to the one stored in Kenner’s barn, parked along a cracked sidewalk.“They’ll know where you got the bike so better off leaving it where it is and ride the horse if you come back. They’ll also know how many of their men you had to kill too.”“It was three.”“Sword?”“Knives.”He bit his lip. “You need no lessons in lying.”I followed Kenner’s example and got off the horse when he did. We walked them closer to a small group of men and Kenner handed me his reins.“Is Murdock around?” he asked no one in particular.“Who wants to know?” The man who spoke was twice the size of Kenner. He wasn’t bad-looking in a Neanderthal kind of way. His shaggy hair reminded me of Dog. The man had recently worked on a motorbike
The rumors were the prophecy my father spoke of in his letter. It made sense but still didn’t help me.“I’m not some great savior,” I told him honestly. “I couldn’t even help myself when I left after my father died.”He waved his hand in frustration. “You found a position in the military as a civilian which is unheard of. You’ve kept your power a secret and stayed hidden. You saved yourself with no help.”“I had no choice,” I argued. “If it’s different, kill it. That’s the human anthem and why I’m in this mess. I’m—” I hesitated. “Different.”He stayed silent until we saw his home in the distance.“You are not a monster,” he said softly but with resolve.I hadn’t said monster but he knew I thought it.My father said he and my mother were powerful but the wielders hadn’t defeated the vampires or weres and they never faced humans. Healing others, making a sword burn, and tingly fingers were one thing, changing the world, quite another.Dinner was a quiet affair. Mira looked between me a
I moved on instinct. My sword was in my hand and blue fire lit up the room.“That answers my question,” the vampire said. He remained seated, seemingly unconcerned that I was prepared to remove his head from his body. “I would suggest you take a seat. It wasn’t easy to find you or get you here and we have much to talk about.”“I do not talk to vampires.”He smiled, showing fangs. His hand came up and he flicked his fingers. Murdock stood from the table and left the room with the man who showed me in.This gave me a minute to observe the vampire. The fact he was the most gorgeous man alive shouldn’t affect me, but it did. I had to remind myself that vampires were designed this way. They tempted their prey with staggering sexuality. I was not immune.“You are coming into your power,” he said.He knew who I was. This was not good. I remained in my fighter’s stance, ready for the coming battle.“Tara.” My name was a caress on his lips. “I have known who you are, what you are, and where yo
“Do not kill her,” Vilkas yelled through large, distorted jaws that should have been unable to communicate.Blue fire ran up my blade and I went into fight mode. The second wolf attacked. Sharp claws deflected my thrust, but power was building inside me and I moved faster than I had in the past two days. Chunks of fur and muscle made the beast roar so loud it hurt my ears.Vilkas was growling as he and Sable fought, but there was no time to check who was winning. Two more wolves burst into the room. They didn’t interfere with the fight between Vilkas and Sable. They came at me.A claw raked my side, causing a burning pain, and I cried out.Vilkas roared at his men. “If you harm her, I will kill you.”I grabbed my burning side with my free hand and felt another surge of power when blood soaked my fingers. My blade burned brighter. I slashed across the first wolf’s throat, almost severing his head.The other two stopped for a moment and spread out. If Vilkas wanted me alive, it gave me
I wasn’t sure of the protocol. Should I ask what species he was?He spoke to Sable. “Dr. Gaston will be here momentarily. He was delayed.”Sable didn’t appear happy but he smiled at me.“This is Ode. He is a guttybrew. You will see them throughout the compound. They stay underground and serve Talon.”The guttybrew simply stared at me.I placed my hand out, which startled him. I kept it out.“I’m glad to make your acquaintance. Thank you for explaining about the plant. It’s not something I’ve encountered before.”He looked into my eyes, then at my hand, and growled.“Ode, that was unkind. You may leave,” Sable said from behind me.Ode turned and walked out of the room.“I’ve been put in my place,” I said plainly.Sable smiled and dimples showed on his cheeks. I hadn’t noticed them before.“My pardon. Guttybrew can be difficult. They are devoted to Talon and put up with the rest of us.”“I’ll survive,” I assured him.“I’m not angry with the guttybrew. They can’t help their disposition.
“For tonight, you may not leave. Past that, I do not know,” Gaston said.“I am still a prisoner,” I said sharply.“If that is how you wish to look at it.”“Was I set up?”“I cannot answer this line of questioning, Tara.”But he had answered me. I handed him the note. My fingers shook slightly with anger.“You must remain in the suite,” he said. “Everything you need is here. Ode will check on you in the morning. If something is remiss, please tell him and he will do his best to take care of it. Good night.”“Good night.” My tone was stiff and I felt bad after the door closed behind him. I also realized I should have questioned him about the plants. They swayed toward me as I paced around the large room. I checked the door and it was locked from the outside. My anger grew.Energy shot through my body when a vine fell on my shoulder. Other plants extended their branches and feathered across my bare arms. I calmed internally at the same time energy filled me. A second before I pulled away