Fae Bonds, The Kenzie Chronicles Book Three
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After a showdown with the Rogue, the sinister mage abducts Kenzie and takes her to The Dark Realm, separating her from her mates. Lost and barely alive, Kenzie journeys through the foreign landscape seeking a way to return to the human realm, all while battling demons at every turn. At home, her mates do everything possible to rescue Kenzie in T
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Chapter 2
Stellan
My brother and I teleported back to Jameson Castle, Kenzie's ancestral home. Our mate had been gone for three days. Being without her was driving us nuts, Brody and Erik included. We were anxious to get her back, and today was the day. Well, technically tomorrow, but the demon had said three days, so we decided to arrive early.
The last time we had been here, I'd been so focused on finding Kenzie that I hadn't looked around much. Now that we were here again, I took in our mate's ancestral home. Caid and I had arrived via the tech portal at the edge of the Jameson property and surprisingly walked right through the wards. Mr. Jameson must've given us access. We followed the rough stone path, which led to the castle entrance. The closer we got, the more beautiful it became. It was an ancient medieval castle straight from the fifteenth century. Maybe older. We continued up the stone path through the outer wall. Back in the day, it had served as the castle's defense. I wondered if there were old cannons perched up there. We continued through the gatehouse, which was the main entryway to the castle itself.
Good evening, boys,
Granny greeted us at the front door. There were four of you.
She glanced over our shoulder.
The other two should be,
Caid said as Erik and Brody flashed into view, right here.
Hello, Granny; good to see you again. You look radiant as always.
Brody kissed Granny's hand.
Erik, my brother, and I rolled our eyes.
Charming,
Granny smiled. Follow me.
Like proper boys, we followed the Jameson matriarch, staying on her heels. The interior had the same gray stone walls as the outside, with dark stone flooring throughout. It was well-illuminated with electrical lanterns and seemed to have every modern convenience throughout the place. A roaring fire lit up the room, providing warmth from the bitter cold outside.
We exited the castle proper through a side door, crossed a small courtyard, and went through an entrance to a separate tower. I glanced around the area, familiarizing myself with where we were.
This is newly renovated,
Granny said with a wave of her hand. I had it all rebuilt so that you and my granddaughter would have some privacy.
We ended up in a long hall connected to a tall tower. The bottom floor had a bathroom, a living area, a small dining area connected to a kitchenette, and a fireplace that lit up as soon as we walked through the doors.
I hope you will be comfortable here. Come upstairs.
She teleported.
Granny was always showing her speed. I chuckled as we took the stairs two steps at a time.
To the left of the entryway was a winding staircase that went up thirty feet. At the top of the stairs was a large room with a stone fireplace and a large bed draped with pelts of fur. It looked like a giant, yet cozy bird's nest.
A side door opened to a medium-sized closet. On the opposite wall, an archway led to an impressive inside-outside bathroom. The bathtub extended outside, which overlooked the sea.
Kenzie will love this,
Caid muttered while staring at the view.
Good, I'm glad you approve. Settle in; dinner will be served in thirty minutes.
Granny vanished again.
The four of us unpacked the few things we had brought, and thirty minutes later, we assembled in the dining hall. It was massive. The dining room table itself could easily seat forty people. The table was hand-carved out of one solid piece of wood. It was nicked and scuffed up in places bearing witness to the countless guests that had sat at this table for centuries. I ran my hand over the table, admiring the craftsmanship. Despite the damage, it was a masterpiece.
Mr. Jameson entered, looking as worn out as we all felt. The last three days had not been easy on any of us. After Kenzie had disappeared, her father had done some spell casting, which revealed she had been teleported into The Dark Realm, thanks to the Rogue. The Jamesons were owed a favor by a demon they'd summoned three days ago. The demon said he'd bring her back to us today.
Good evening, gentlemen. You're early. Any news on your end?
Mr. Jameson asked, looking at me.
Nothing good. Our aunt wasn't all that helpful. She has the gift of foresight, but when we saw her, she wasn't coherent. Our parents are keeping an eye on her,
I said as he poured whiskey for us.
Erik took a swig of whiskey and said, I spoke with one of my mentors, who gave me the coordinates on two potential gateways. He had said only someone with great magic could walk through and survive. The other option is to go through with a guide. Not that it matters; we'll get our Kenzie back tomorrow.
He drank the rest of his whiskey and picked up the bottle to refill his glass. I kept my eyes on him, wondering if that was a potential problem.Brody was eyeing Erik as well until Caid cleared his throat.
We all had separate tasks in locating Kenzie, and Brody was going to speak with his med mage.
Kenzie asked Doc Higgs to research demons that may have helped the Rogue, and he gave me this.
Brody pulled out some papers from his satchel and passed them around. Photocopies of pages from a book and drawings of a demon called Mammon. This demon can enhance powers for a short time on his own. Doc thinks this demon's blood could enhance the spell the Rogue used in the experiments.
He looked over at Erik, who had finished his second glass of whiskey and poured his third. Will this help reverse the spell?
Erik took a closer look at the information Brody provided and nodded. Off the top of my head, I'm not sure. But I'll research this on my end.
This is good work. Kenzie will for sure take care of the Rogue in The Dark Realm. I don't expect him to make it back alive. But it would be good to have these experiments called off for good.
Mr. Jameson stared into his glass of whiskey. I owe all of you an apology. Well, I owe Kenzie the biggest apology, first and foremost, and I will make amends when she returns. But I owe you an apology as well. If I had gotten involved from the start, perhaps she'd be with us right now. I haven't been the best father, and you,
he pointed at us, have been affected by my failures. For that, I apologize.
Brody, Erik, and I were shocked and speechless. But not my brother. Caid looked him dead in the eye and said, Save it. Save your apologies for the person you wronged in the first place. Save it for Kenzie.
The serving staff had appeared out of nowhere, bringing out platters of food. We all must've been starving because we ate greedily and in silence.
Later that evening, Granny came to our tower and asked us to join her in the workshop where they had summoned the demon. The salt circle was in the middle of the floor with runes scribbled around it.
The demon arrived at exactly nine fifty-three P.M. less than three days ago. I expect it to reappear no later than that precise moment. This here is an alarm of sorts. The bell will toll when he appears, and the circle will bind him in place. When you hear the bell toll, make haste to meet here. And as a reminder, in case you four forgot, do not go into the circle and do not make a deal with the demon. Am I clear?
She gave each of us a stern look until we acknowledged her.
I was too anxious to sleep, so I left the tower and followed my senses. I found Kenzie's childhood room and was about to make myself comfortable on her bed when I heard a whimper.
It was nearly midnight, and I thought everyone would be asleep, so I checked things out.
Down the long hallway, I sensed Bear, the boy Kenzie had traveled from Vegas to Germany to rescue. His family had been abducted, and Kenzie, with the help of Gunnar, had gone searching for them. Kenzie had found Bear, who the Rogue had taken. She reported the family missing while she was in Germany, and as of yet, we hadn't found Bear's mother or sister. Bear had decided to stay with the Jamesons in hopes she'd return soon.
I knocked on his door. Bear, it's Stellan. May I come in?
I heard him shuffle toward the door.
Is Kenzie home?
he asked as soon as he opened the door.
Not yet. Are you ok? The Jamesons treating you well?
Yeah, Granny found me a tutor, and I've been working with Clay remotely.
He flopped on his bed and I entered his room and sat on the floor.
Clay was Kenzie's tech mage and he had been mentoring Bear. The kid’s magical tech abilities were emerging and he needed guidance.
You're welcome to come home with us. To the ranch in Texas. Unless . . . you have family you'd rather stay with,
I said to the boy.
He shook his head. I'll wait for Kenzie. She's all I have now.
I nodded. We had done some research, and other than an elderly grandmother in Mexico City, he didn't have any blood relatives. I wasn't sure if he'd rather be with his grandmother. He never mentioned it.
You have me, too. And the other guys. We're your family. You'll like living on the ranch. We have a school on pack property, and there are a lot of kids your age.
Ok, when Kenzie gets back.
He fought back the tears. The poor kid needed mothering, and Kenzie wasn't here. She was a natural at nurturing.
Bear, you've been through so much. If you ever need to talk, man-to-man, I'm always available. You have my cell, right?
He shook his head and pulled out his cell phone.
We talked for some time until he started to yawn. He was intelligent and would become a great man if appropriately mentored. After leaving his room, I vowed to take the kid under my wing and went to fall asleep in Kenzie's old room.
The next morning, I shifted and went out for a hunt. My wolf senses told me Caid was on the hunt as well. I went after him and found him nearly eighty miles from the castle. His chin dripped with animal blood. She must return today. I won't survive without her,
he told me.
I nodded my wolf head, then pointed with my muzzle toward the castle, asking him to turn back. He wiped his mouth, which just smeared blood all over his face. I huffed and started back to the Castle. He strode up beside me and walked a few paces, then said, Race you. I'll even give you a head start.
I bolted, and he laughed behind me. My brother was fast, but I had worked hard all my life to keep up. We ran flat out at top speed, creating a rush of wind in our wake. By the time we got to the border of the Jameson property, I had beaten my brother by a nose. Literally. My nose touched the Jameson border before he could reach out. I shifted back and rolled on the ground laughing.
Caid was on the ground beside me laughing, I needed that.
Me too.
We hadn't had much to smile at in Kenzie's absence. It felt good to smile a little even though I ached all over from not having her near.
Caid and I bolted upright at the same time. Was that?
he asked. It sure was. The bell tolled, and I shifted mid-stride and ran for my life.
My brother and I arrived in the workshop at the same time as everyone else, save Granny, who already stood in front of the circle. No Kenzie in sight.
I shifted immediately, catching the attention of the demon void. The demon appeared as a blue flame like it had the last time. It had a masculine voice. We had no name, not one the Jameson’s shared.
Speak, demon,
Granny said.
I haven't located a Jameson or her companion in The Dark Realm.
You LIE!
Mr. Jameson shouted.
I have no reason to lie, father of the lost. Perhaps you would join me in my search. You share the same blood.
The void said, Unless there is another with a stronger blood bond.
It felt like the demon void shifted its focus on my brother and me.
I'll go.
Caid and I said at the same time.
You're not a Jameson, though, neither of you. Pity. One favor is owed to a Jameson. I am willing to make a deal, though.
The greedy void said.
No. Take me,
Mr. Jameson said. You owe us a favor and have failed to deliver. The favor is still owed to my line.
The asshole demon laughed. I was beginning to hate this entity.
For the two that have bonded with the Fae, the cost is your firstborn, both of your firstborn children,
he said to Caid and me, deliberately ignoring Kenzie's father. But Mr. Jameson wasn't about to be disregarded.
NO! I will go.
He stepped in front of us, then turned to face Caid and me. My daughter will not want you to give your child's life for hers. I will bring her back.
The demon hissed, Fae bonds are stronger. Such a shame. Fine. The father's bond with his daughter will suffice to locate her. I'll return both of them to you in due course.
Mr. Jameson nodded at his mother, took a few steps back into the circle, and disappeared.
Chapter 3
Kenzie
"Kenzie?"
Someone said my name, but whoever it was, seemed so far away. I strained against the crusty seal that had formed around my lids to open my eyes. It felt like I was rubbing my eyes with sandpaper. Everything was blurry and dark. I breathed deeply through my nose and then exhaled, coughing. My mouth was dry, and my throat felt raw.
Dad?
I asked, my vision still a bit blurry. What are you doing here? Am I home?
I rasped.
It's me, Gunnar. Kenzie, please wake up.
He nudged my shoulder.
I focused on the man in front of me and could have sworn it was my father. I reached out to touch his scraggly beard, and he moved his head. The dim light revealed coppery hair instead of my father's brown locks. The resemblance, though, was uncanny, or perhaps I was hallucinating.
Water?
I whispered.
Here.
He pressed something to my lips, and I took deep sips. Too much. I started coughing. Slowly, Kenz.
Where?
I asked, my voice scratchy and weak.
Somewhere in The Dark Realm,
Gunnar replied.
I leaned back to regain my strength as the events since the Rogue had teleported us came back to me. My first impression of The Dark Realm did not disappoint. We were dropped on a solid unforgiving surface, which according to the Rogue, was my fault because I shot him. The pain shocked his system, causing his magic to go all wonky. The asshat had teleported us into a fighting pit. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was trying to get us killed.
The fighting pit was like the Dungeons back at The Majestic in Vegas. The Majestic was a condo hotel catering to supes. Located in the bowels of the hotel, The Dungeons hosted fighting events with no rules. I had seen fights there a time or two, but what we experienced here was all sorts of hell. We fought countless demons with everything we had. It was insanity.
While we fought through the hordes, we kept the Rogue close. Being injured and in the middle of the pit made the Rogue frantic, causing him to teleport us from one fighting pit to another. Like a coward, he hid behind us when trouble came. And thanks to his manic teleporting, all three of us were exhausted, injured, and bleeding.
Gunnar and I were left to deal with hordes of imps and lows. We fought for what felt like days upon days; my body was beyond depleted.
How we had ended up in this cave was beyond me, I must've passed out. The brief rest was necessary since my magic had been depleted from the fall. It took over then to save me from dying. And then again, to heal anything broken. And a final time, it flared around me as I fought for my life.
I searched for my magic now that I was rested; it was strong and compliant. I focused my energies on my sore rib cage and let it go to work.
Talk, please,
I whispered again. I needed a distraction from the achiness in my ribs and the entire messed-up situation.
Gunnar looked weary, but seemed unharmed.
We're in a cave, one the Rogue seems familiar with. He's severely injured but managed to get us here. We fought for who knows how long until we ended up here. You fought like a champion. Strong and tireless. Your family will be so proud. I'm somewhat better. My injuries were minor compared to yours, but I promise, I'll get us out of here,
he told me wearily.
Where is he?
I asked. I was still exhausted, but breathing became easier.
Right outside. Chanting.
That can't be good. Think Kenzie. The Rogue had been using dark magic with the help of a demon to conduct his evil experiments in the human world. Stupid Rogue. Why would he make a deal with a demon? Unless the demon owed him a favor. I doubted it, but I had to be sure.
Listen to him. See if a demon shows,
I said to Gunnar.
Gunnar moved away from me. I needed to get up. I started by flexing my feet, bending my knees, then drawing them to my chest. I wiggled my fingers, flexed my hands, wrists, and elbows, then wrapped my arms around my knees. Nothing was broken, which was a win. Still, I slowly turned on my side and then rolled upwards. Ouch. Bruised but not broken. How many times was I going to find myself bruised all over? I could deal with this. I'd been dealing with this. This shit was getting old.
What are you doing up?
Gunnar asked. Lie back down. You need to rest and gather your strength.
I need to know what we're dealing with.
I leaned on him. He supported my weight and helped me hobble to the cave's opening. I released him and stood without his help, testing my limits. Good, but could be better. I needed sustenance.
The Rogue was kneeling prostrate, chanting away.
How long has he been doing this?
I asked Gunnar.
Thirty minutes. Maybe longer.
You should rest. I'll keep watch,
I said.
Gunnar nodded and closed his eyes. In mere moments, he was out, breathing deeply. He had probably stayed awake while I was resting. I was grateful to have him with me.
The Rogue kept chanting non-stop. I sat on the floor, listening and recuperating while we waited. I wanted to know if the Rogue had made a deal or was owed a favor. A deal would put the demon in control. A favor was something else entirely.
There was a family legend about my Grand Sire, who was owed a favor by a demon. According to legend, the demon was about to be erased from all existence by my Grand Sire. However, the demon was spared and sent back to The Dark Realm, making a vow to assist my Grand Sire or someone in his line when the need arose.
I found a carafe filled with water and drank while keeping an eye on the Rogue. I missed my guys. If Stel and Caid were here, they'd rip the Rogue to shreds and have me out of here in no time.
Chapter 4
Kenzie
A loud rumble got my attention and woke Gunnar. I placed my hand on his shoulder to calm him. He nodded, and we watched the scene with the Rogue and his demon unfold.
A billow of smoke, black and green, coalesced in front of the Rogue, who didn't stop chanting. A demon appeared in the middle of the smoke, which he sucked back into his body. He slithered around the Rogue. From the waist-down he had the lower half of a rattlesnake. The rattle shook at the tip of his tail. His round belly jutted out like he wore a floating tube used by novice swimmers. He had a furry chest and four arms waving about with pinchers where fingers should be. His head was smallish in comparison to the rest of him. Yellow rotted tusks protruded from a snarling mouth. He had a snout and black slits for his eyes. He had no hair, just two curled horns on the top of his head.
I'd never seen a demon up close before and hoped I never would again.
You dare summon me, mage?
the demon said in a rough voice.
We made a pact! I need you to heal me now!!
The Rogue demanded haughtily.
The demon huffed and circled the mage. The pact did not include healing, mage. Why would I bother healing you? Your soul is mine. Your premature death feeds me sooner than I hoped. Why would I do anything for you now?
I will give you two mage souls in addition to mine. For healing me,
the Rogue persisted.
Of course, he would offer Gunnar and me up for his selfish gain. Asshat.
Ha! You think I'm a fool. You bring me two unwilling souls. One of which belongs to the Fae. I should kill you where you stand for the insult.
The demon stopped his circling to spit at the Rogue.
I need healing now,
the Rogue begged.
Go find a human healer. And get the Fae out of here before it's too late. And do not summon me again. I will summon you when I am ready to claim your soul,
the demon sneered, then vanished.
The Rogue needed help, and we needed to get out.
Gunnar and I stood. The Rogue rose from his kneeling position and limped toward us. He better have a solution to getting us home, or else.
Ready to get us out of here,
I asked, with strength I didn't feel.
I barely have any magic left. You shot me, you bitch,
the Rogue scowled.
Aww, the big bad mage has a booboo. You deserve worse for all the people, shifters, mages, and vamps you've killed.
I am in no mood for your snark.
His body leaned against the wall near me.
Well, you're in luck. Get us out now, and you'll never have to deal with my snark again.
Gunnar and I circled him. If he was going to teleport, he was taking us with him.
If I could've teleported, I would've by now.
He waved us off.
What the fuck?!
I threw up my hands, frustrated.
I'm injured. My magic is keeping the infection at bay.
His voice lost its usual condescending tone.
Show me?
I asked, not believing him. I had shot him in the dark. If I’d hit something vital; he'd be dead by now.
He lifted his robe showing a massive gash on his calf. Not a gunshot wound, then. He'd been bitten during one of our many skirmishes. The injury was considerable, and the infection spread rapidly. I didn't think a human hospital could save him at this point.
Is there anything here that we can use to fix you up?
I asked.
He shook his head.
Exasperated, I started looking around. There had to be something here. I had only bothered to look at the cavern then. Aside from a cot, work table, and a few baskets, there was little to see. The Rogue had been working here. I rifled through baskets, and all I found were empty syringes, vials, and a few small alcohol swabs, which wouldn't help to clean his wound. We can't be stuck here.
Is there another way out?
Gunnar asked.
It's right behind you, fools,
the Rogue responded with a pained expression.
What a dick-face.
Gunnar looked around and called out. Here. There's a tunnel.
Where does the tunnel lead?
I asked the Rogue
Gateway, in the desert. Middle East,
the Rogue responded.
How far?
I asked him.
How far what?
The Rogue's question was purposely annoying. I was going to kill him with my bare hands.
How far to the gateway?
I ground out.
Fifty miles or so,
the Rogue said.
Fuck my life. Let's go.
There was an antiquated water system, which Gunnar used to fill up carafes full of water.
He took the thin blanket off the cot and turned it into a sack to hold the carafes. I gave him a small smile appreciating his brilliance. Fifty miles was a long way.
I did one last search of the area to see if there was anything else helpful and came up with nothing. I checked my pockets; my phone and my daggers were still on me, as well as my gun. No bullets, though. During one of our