The Warlock’s Secret

When the only thing that will save lives is Joseph
and Phin working together, the point where magic
and passion ends and where love could begin
becomes impossible to find.

In a world where magic is rare, Joseph Jamieson is
one  of  the  most  powerful  holders  of  power.
Orophin Tiwele, or Phin to his friends, is the son
of  the  Elf  King  and  has  magic  of  his  own.  The
rules  say  two  supernatural  beings  with  magic
cannot be together and Joseph and Phin have lived
by that rule despite their attraction to each other.

The resistance is growing larger each day, but

traitors threaten everything Joseph has built. He
wants peace, but soon comes to realize the way to
peace, is through war.

When the only thing that will save lives is

Joseph and Phin working together, it becomes
impossible to see where magic and passion end
and where love could begin.

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Chapter One

oseph! No!” Micah’s shout of fear echoed
through the portal Joseph had created. Micah

stood at the other end, safe, with Levi who held
him tight to stop Joseph’s twin from coming back
through. The portal was strong, but Joseph had no
intention of following his brother and the incubus
through to the other side.

The decision was made at a full group meeting.

Connor  and  Micah  had  come  back  from  their
fruitless  hunt  for  Connor’s  family,  and  the  only
person missing was Phin. It made sense, with the
wolves and their sensitivity to magic, that it would
be him, Micah and Levi who got this job done. The
journal was too important to leave at Glitnir.

“Don’t let Micah back through,” Joseph

ordered.

No one, not even Joseph expected anything like

the magic that was being thrown at them. As soon
as he’d created the portal he knew something was
wrong. Levi moved himself bodily to stop Micah

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from coming back through. Levi was a good man
and he was listening to Joseph.

The banging and crashing on the door to the

library was getting worse. They would be through
any minute, and the decision was made for him. If
he  was  mid-slide  to  the  space  where  his  twin
stood,  then  whoever  came  in  the  room  could
follow them. Micah would have to understand the
sacrifice Joseph was about to make.

There would be other chances for Joseph to get

away where he didn’t put others in danger.

“Joseph…” Micah stopped struggling and, for a

second, the twin bond snapped bright and clear
between them.

Micah, stay safe—

Joseph. Please. Come through—
I can’t. I’ll follow you another way.
With a smile of reassurance he switched off the

bond,  then  shut  the  portal  and  immediately  the
whirling  silver  tunnel  disappeared  and  he  was
staring  at  solid  stone  wall.  That  moment  was
punctuated  as  the  door  finally  gave  way  and  a
swarm  of  Glitnir  guards  jumped  him.  He  didn’t
resist or panic. There was no point. He needed to
stay  and  wait  for  the  right  moment  to  create
another portal. A wolf shifter curled claws around
his  left  arm,  a  shifted  cat  had  his  leg  pinned.  He
couldn’t  move.  No  one  who  had  a  hand,  claw  or
tail  on  him  were  actually  hurting  him  and  it

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appeared his passive non-resistance was paying
off. The group parted a little and he wasn’t at all
surprised by who he saw. Councilor Ludvik
Peitrol of the Fae Alliance. Kappa and dangerous
with it.

“Ludvik,” Joseph said. He inclined his head as

much  as  he  could.  Even  in  the  resistance  you
showed  respect  to  the  fae  representative  of  the
Glitnir High Council. Showed it—didn’t mean you
felt it—but they could just have his neck snapped
if  he  didn’t.  Not  even  he  could  mend  a  broken
neck—especially his own.

“Councilor Peitrol,” Ludvik corrected.
Joseph snorted at this and had the back of his

left knee kicked so hard he buckled and had to
grip another guard to stop his inglorious tumble
to the floor.

Ludvik continued, “Joseph Jamieson, Head of

the  Sinclair  clan,  and  brother  to  a  murderer.”  He
didn’t reciprocate with any show of respect. Even
though  Joseph,  as  eldest  son  of  the  Sinclair  clan
and vampire royalty would normally be shown all
courtesy.  Guess  that  is  what  being  leader  of  a
resistance against the very institution Ludvik was
part of led to.

“It’s

been

while,”

Joseph

said

conversationally. “You’ve changed a lot since the
last time we met. You look old.”

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The wolf dug his claws into Joseph’s arm and

growled  low  in  his  throat.  Joseph  tried  not  to
wince. Of all the supernaturals in Glitnir it had to
be  a  damn  wolf  with  his  hard  uncompromising
grip.  Their  claws  scarred  Vamps  and  Joseph  was
quite proud of his up-to-know unblemished skin.

“Steady now,” Ludvik intoned. “I don’t always

have total control over the beings in this room
who know you are a traitor.”

Joseph was not going to rise to that

provocation. It wasn’t him that was the traitor, but
the  corrupt  top  heavy  Glitnir  system,  with  its
payoffs, and scandals. Every supernatural being in
this  room,  guards  and  soldiers  alike,  with  the
exception  of  Ludvik  himself,  were  victims  of  the
Glitnir hierarchy, they just didn’t see it.

Yet.
“Stop the talking and cut to the chase,” Joseph

said in as bored a tone as he could manage.

Ludvik shook his head. “You never stop, do

you?” he offered with a smile. “Take him away.”

Joseph was lighter in that very instant. They

would take him to wherever they took prisoners.
He  would  wait  until  there  was  light  guarding
when he was behind the thick iron bars. Then he
would  simply  portal  out  of  there  and  get  to  his
brother  one  way  or  another.  He  stumbled  as  he
was  dragged  and  came  within  an  inch  of  Ludvik
who pushed him away.

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The touch was brief, but it was enough for

Joseph  to  see  inside  his  enemy.  A  flash  of
something  that  only  another  person  with  magic
could see.

Seems Ludvik had powers. Limited magic, but

enough to send a shiver down Joseph’s spine. He
could sense Ludvik, which meant Ludvik could
sense him. When the Kappa’s dull gray eyes lit
with satisfaction Joseph realized he was in trouble.

That could cause problems.

Joseph screamed as another bolt of fire raced

along his spine and exited his body into the hard
stones below him. He was suspended by his arms
a  little  above  the  ground—enough  so  his  arms
wrenched every time Ludvik used the fire. He was
nauseous  and  time  had  ceased  to  have  meaning
some time ago. Just him and Ludvik were in this
airless  room  with  the  door  wide  open  to  the
corridor  beyond.  There  was  no  need  for  bars.  A
magic  stronger  than  his  held  him  in  place  as
securely  as  the  iron  chains  that  cut  into  his  skin.
How had he never seen that Ludvik was a magical
being?  He’d  never  heard  of  a  Kappa  with  any  of
the old magic in their veins. Somehow Ludvik had
offered  a  simple  front  where  no  one  questioned
him.

“I know you have it, Joseph, use your powers

and you can escape from all of this.” Ludvik

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flicked  his  fingers  and  another  deep  cut  split
Joseph’s  skin,  this  time  in  the  center  of  Joseph’s
chest.  The  pain  was  excruciating  and  whatever
shields  to  his  own  powers  were  keeping  him
prisoner in this room were also stopping him from
throwing  a  barrier  to  the  pain.  Didn’t  matter.  He
wasn’t going to give Ludvik the satisfaction of him
admitting to his powers.

“I don’t have magic,” Joseph lied. Forming

words hurt. His throat, swollen from screaming,
was tight and he tasted the metallic of blood in his
mouth.

“There were three of you in that library. How

did they get away?” Ludvik said again. He
repeated the same thing over and over. The same
sentence.

Joseph knew what was next. Whatever he said

with the next breath would result in pain. Steeling
himself against the burn of agony he simply lifted
his head and stared directly at Ludvik. There was
no emotion in the Kappa’s eyes, but the buildup of
power around him was like a scarlet cloak.

“I was alone…” was all Joseph got out before

the pain started in his head like a vice, then
descended through his body a cell at a time. He
was screaming, but there was no sound, soundless
anguish echoed in his thoughts. He bit his tongue
and his mouth filled with blood.

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“Liar,” Ludvik shouted at him. Then suddenly

blessed  silence  before  the  crash  of  the  iron  gates
shutting echoed in the room. He’d been left alone.
The  effort  to  pull  any  magic  at  all  to  help  was
impossible.  He  couldn’t  stop  the  bleeding  or  free
himself  from  chains  wrapping  around  his  wrists.
Abruptly  any  energy  he  had  left  inside  left  as  he
exhaled and he slipped away.

“Joseph, wake up. We need to get you out of here.”
Joseph lifted his head, the pain inside agonizing as he

moved. Blood dripped from the cuts all over his body.
Micah was here? How did Micah get in here? His twin

released all the chains and helped him down. Then he
held out a hand to help his twin. Joseph reached up, but

Micah moved back.

“Don’t leave me,” Joseph pleaded.

An unseen force pushed Micah away, against the

wall and he was pinned immobile.

“Joseph. Help me,” Micah shouted in terror.

Micah looked about himself with panic—struggling

like an insect with a pin through its abdomen. “No!

No!” he screamed. The first cut went from Micah’s
shoulder to stomach, his shirt tearing, skin tearing

under it, blood gushing from him. The second cut went
down a thigh, the third revealed muscle and bone in his

twin’s right arm. All the while Micah was screaming
and begging for Joseph’s help and at the back of his head
Joseph knew he should summon power to rescue his

brother. Joseph struggled, but couldn’t push himself to
stand and all the while his brother screamed. When

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there was nothing left but an obscene gurgle as blood

choked Micah, Joseph sobbed in despair.

“You should have used magic Joseph,” Micah’s voice

whispered in his ear. “Why didn’t you save me?”

“I can’t show them,” Joseph whimpered and curled

into a ball on the floor.

“There’s no point,” a new voice said. “Joseph won’t

save you. He doesn’t care about anything but his

precious resistance.”

“That’s not true,” Joseph said with some force. He

managed to push against the floor and made to stand.
His legs wouldn’t hold him, but then his brother was

there, at his side, holding him, supporting him.

“It doesn’t matter you couldn’t save me,” Micah

whispered, “I love you anyway.”

“Love,” the other voice scoffed. “What does Joseph

know about love?”

That was Ethan’s voice. His lover, dead, and not as

Joseph remembered. This tone was spitting with hate

and when Joseph focused on the new person in front of
him he couldn’t help the desolation spilling through

him. Ethan, with anger in his expression, and a knife in
his hand. Micah released his hold and Joseph tumbled to
the floor and all he could do was crawl until his back hit

the wall.

“I should kill you,” Ethan said simply. He raised the

knife above himself as if readying himself to stab Joseph.
“You left me with Micah and they cut me apart when I

was still alive. I screamed and no one came. Micah

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slept. You weren’t even there when they carved letters

in my chest and stomach. Where were you?”

“Ethan, I’m sorry,” Joseph whispered.

Ethan lowered the knife and turned it over in his

hand. “I loved you,” he said. “What’s the point of
staying here when I know that you can never love me

like you should?”

“I tried to keep you safe, Ethan. Please.” Joseph

forced himself forward a few inches. “I tried so hard.”

Ethan shook his head. “You didn’t want me,” he said

sadly. Then he took the sharp blade and in a smooth
movement, ran it deep into skin from inner elbow to

wrist, his eyes closing in pain.

“No!” Joseph shouted. But Ethan didn’t stop. He cut

again and again, then when it seemed there could be no

blood left in him, he opened his eyes and there was blood
trickling from them in tears.

“What have I done? What did you make me do?”

Ethan’s blue eyes filled with tears and his voice

abruptly held horror. “Save me. Please, Joseph, save
me.”

Joseph attempted to stand, but there was nothing left

in him to push him closer to his dying lover. Right
there, with the knife clattering to the floor, Ethan was

dead.

“You don’t know what love is.” A voice came out of

the darkness

Joseph peered into the gloom of his cell and a figure

stepped out of the shadows. Phin? Sneering and with so
much hate in his face that Joseph took a step backwards.

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“I know about love,” Joseph insisted. Phin advanced

toward him and there was someone in the shadows
behind him.

“Who’s there?” Joseph demanded as loud as he

could.

“Someone who showed me love,” Phin dismissed.

The shadow moved forward and the familiar figure of
the blood demon, Asherkan Iblis. What was Asher

doing with Phin? He shouldn’t be outside the Second
Kingdom, it was dangerous for him to be here where he

could be seen. What if Phin’s family knew one of their
precious enforcers was here? Asher put his hands

around Phin from behind and Joseph felt his heart break
when Phin snuggled back into the blood demon’s hold.

“You didn’t even use magic to stop me from having

Asher fuck me. Did you, Joseph? Didn’t matter who I
loved.”

“I couldn’t stop you,” Joseph said desperately. “You

wanted him. I let you decide.” He tried to move from

the wall, but chains at his wrists held him back.
Distracted, he looked down at the bonds. Hadn’t Micah

freed him? What the hell?

In front of Joseph, Phin sunk gracefully to his knees

and opened Asher’s pants. In a smooth movement he

had Asher’s cock in his pouty mouth and all of a sudden
Joseph was watching the one person outside of Micah

that he truly loved servicing a demon. Phin was his.
The elf should never have gone with Asher.

“Stop,” he shouted. He didn’t want to see this. Blood

demons couldn’t stop themselves from tearing skin and

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sucking blood. One day Asher would kill Phin—didn’t

he know that? Phin glanced at him with laughter in his
eyes and was still smiling when Asher dragged him up

to his mouth and tore a chunk of Phin’s throat to begin
sucking blood.

Joseph pulled on the chains but couldn’t move. On

the floor in front of him Phin writhed in death throes,
his throat torn and blood in pools around him. Asher

was laughing and licking his lips. He kicked at Phin’s
lifeless body.

Joseph screwed his eyes shut tight and refused to

watch. Then someone pried open his lids with their

fingers, pushing deep inside and burning.

“I can see the blood there,” Asher’s voice was clear

and right there in his face. “Right behind your eyes.

You won’t save your brother. You won’t save the man
who loved you. You won’t save the elf who would give

his life for you in an instant. Maybe you’ll save
yourself? Hmm?” Asher moved his fingers and pressed

them to Joseph’s temples, then pressed and pushed and
forced his nails under skin. He leaned in and licked

across Joseph’s lips, then down to his throat. Joseph felt
the scrape of canines and the pressure of them on his
skin before Asher closed his teeth on a mouthful of skin

and pulled hard until it split. The hurt of it had magic
curling at the base of his neck and for a second Asher

moved back. He was grinning and blood stained his face
in vivid vermillion. Had Asher sensed the magic?

Joseph dropped his gaze and blackness threatened his
vision. He was bleeding out. Dying. What was the

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point in saving himself? Micah was dead. Ethan had

gone. Phin was in shreds at his feet.

“Wake up, Joseph,” Ludvik snapped.
Joseph regained consciousness an inch at a

time. He couldn’t feel the floor or his hands and he
knew, without doubt, he was still hanging from
the chains in the middle of the room. With Ludvik
in front of him surrounded by the scarlet of magic
in a haze, Joseph knew everything was a lie

“I d-don’t have m-magic,” Joseph stammered.

Somehow  he’d  managed  to  come  through  the
illusions  that  Ludvik  had  created  without  giving
himself away.

One final flick of Ludvik’s hand and a new slice

was  cut  across  Joseph’s  face  from  above  his  eyes
and down to his chin. Then Ludvik stared directly
at  him  and  despite  the  blood  trickling  into  his
eyes,  Joseph  returned  the  exchange  without
flinching.

“You will show me,” Ludvik said finally. “You

won’t last another day. I will see your magic.” He
left and pulled the gates shut after him.

Joseph waited for the illusions to begin again.

Another round of torture. But there  was nothing.
Not a sign of anything. He was dying here. With
no way to get out and no magic inside him that he
dared  to  use.  With  a  moan  of  despair,  he  closed
his eyes again and tried to recall his happy place.
Micah. Ethan. Micah and Connor. His house.

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Chapter Two

hin watched Micah and Connor from the
cover of the trees for some time. That was,

until Connor sniffed the air and turned his way,
then he knew he had to step out.

“What do you want?” he snapped irritably.

“I’ve had Declan and Levi tracking me to the west
and you two here. I’m not going back to listen to
Joseph’s crap anymore.” He exhaled heavily. Why
he  was  being  so  careful  not  to  use  his  magic  to
evade this childish hunting game escaped him. He
should just port out of here and find a place where
the resistance, the hunters, and most of all Joseph,
didn’t get  up in his face. It was bad enough he’d
had to explain himself to his father after he’d sent
Asher home near death.

“It’s Joseph,” Micah said. “He’s missing.”
“He’s probably up a mountain communing

with nature,” Phin dismissed. Despite hearing
something off in Micah’s voice, he wasn’t getting

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involved. Joseph had this way of finding trouble,
then evading it at the last minute. He’d be fine.

“Tell him,” Connor said firmly.
Phin crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t

like Connor’s tone. It suggested Micah was
reluctant to tell him something.

“Tell me what?” he asked suspiciously.
Micah sighed. “We need your help. Joseph used

magic to create a portal to get inside Glitnir.”

Phin dropped his stance of stubbornness and

allowed  his  shock  to  come  to  the  forefront.  He
stepped closer to Micah who, to his credit, didn’t
move. “What the hell?” Phin shouted. “You know
he  shouldn’t…we  shouldn’t…”  He  was  lost  for
words.  There  was  a  reason  they  didn’t  use  their
powers  near  anything  to  do  with  Glitnir.
Supernaturals  with  magic  were  sought  after  and
placed in hiding for their own protection. No one
with  the  kind  of  skills  inside  them  that  he  and
Joseph had, would be allowed to be free of Glitnir
interference.

“We were in the old library,” Micah said, “and

he stayed behind and closed the portal.”

“Why would he do that?” Phin demanded.

“Did  he  want  to  be  trapped?  Is  he  suicidal?  Hell
Micah. Why didn’t you stop him?” Very real fear
built  inside  him.  Joseph  was  inside  Glitnir—and
he’d  used  magic?  He  wouldn’t  wish  that
combination on anyone if anyone had found out.

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Why hadn’t Joseph just got out? Where was he?
None of this could be good.

“I couldn’t stop him,” Micah snapped. “We

were  discovered.  We  barricaded  the  door,  he
opened the portal, I went through with Levi, and
he  shut  the  connection  down  so  no  one  could
follow us.”

“Why did you even let him go there in the first

place?” Phin stood right up in front of Micah and,
despite having to look up at the vampire, he had
Micah backing a step away.

“No one lets Joseph do anything,” Connor

defended. He moved to stand between Phin and
Micah and his tone and body language stopped
Phin’s growing anger in its tracks.

Micah shook his head. “What’s done is done,”

he said. “We need to get him out.”

Phin shook his head. “We can’t. He’s on his

own.” Phin watched as Micah and Connor
exchanged glances. What now? He knew he
should have spent more time wandering the forest
and less time leaving trails for Connor and Declan
to follow. He’d been having fun playing with the
two wolf shifters, but evidently Micah wanted him
to get serious.

“We found something,” Micah started.
“A journal,” Connor interrupted.

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Micah nodded. “A vampire journal. The one

mentioned in the prophesies that say it will come
to the twins from the royal line of the Sinclairs—”

Connor interrupted. “The prophesy about how

one of them will have magic and that twin will
lead an army for change.”

Phin felt like he was watching Micah and

Joseph  when  they  were  together.  Connor  and
Micah  were  evidently  in  synch  given  they  kept
finishing  each  other’s  sentences.  He  held  up  a
hand to stop them doing that back and forth in the
explanation.

“Connor, you’d best go and find Declan. I left

him circling a chalk pit last I saw him. Bring him
and Levi here.”

Connor opened his mouth to protest, but a

gentle  touch  from  Micah’s  hand  on  his  arm  had
him stripping, shifting, and running the direction
Phin indicated. Suddenly tired and needing to sit,
Phin walked to the nearest fallen tree and perched
himself on one end. He crossed his legs, then with
a  wave  of  his  hand,  indicated  Micah  should  sit
opposite.

Micah didn’t argue and the vampire began to

talk as soon as he sat down. “The Journal Of Days
was  what  Joseph  was  looking  for  at  the  Vampire
Clan’s  Council  house.  It  wasn’t  there,  but  he
tracked it to Glitnir.”

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“Why do you think this journal is so

important?”  Phin  knew  a  little  about  vampire
society, and he’d heard the prophesies, otherwise
he  wouldn’t  be  here  alongside  Joseph  and  Micah
in this Underground they’d set up. He just hadn’t
thought  the  journal  mentioned  in  the  prophesy
would  ever  be  found.  Just  the  mention  of  Joseph
again  had  fear  curling  inside  him.  What  the  hell
made the idiot think going into Glitnir was a good
thing.

Micah sighed heavily. “When Glitnir was first

created and the vamps, werewolves, and the fae
all held council, no one wanted the vampires to be
part of it.”

“I recall reading that somewhere.”
“What most supernaturals don’t know is that

this  journal  was  a  way  of  the  vampires  placating
the  others.  The  wolves  and  fae  were  concerned
about the vampires creating a whole race of blood
demons tied to them as donors, and about the fact
they  killed  indiscriminately.  The  Vampire  Clans
Council  agreed  to  have  a  book  that  contained,  in
detail,  the  workings  of  the  council.  It  would
automatically mark every action by a vampire and
be proof in case the fae and the wolves suspected
the vamps were planning to overthrow them and
take Glitnir as theirs.”

“Every vampire action?”

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Micah sighed. “Anything deemed important.

The  journal  was  spelled  and  locked  and  it  was
never  to  be  removed  from  the  vault.  In  fact  it
could  only  be  opened  by  these  mythical  twins
from  the  prophesies  and  only  at  the  time  of  real
need. Together.”

“You and Joseph?” Phin had long suspected

there was something very special about the
connection between Micah and Joseph. Them
being the twins made sense.

Micah shrugged. “We don’t know for sure, but

the stories do have all this prophesy stuff about
vampire twins and what they can do. Me? I’m
skeptical that there is an all-powerful legacy that I
am part of. Joseph on the other hand with all his
magic and his charm—he’s special.”

Phin wasn’t going to argue that point. Joseph

was way past special in his eyes. The vampire was
infuriating, idiotic, angry, sexy and just…too
much.

Micah continued, “He told me he thought

Cassius removed it.”

“Leader-of-the-Vampire-Council-rich-as-hell-

creepy Cassius?

“The same. Joseph had intelligence that Cassius

was somehow involved with a leader in the Fae
Alliance—”

“Ludvik Peitrol,” Phin supplied the obvious

name. He shuddered. Ludvik was a slimy bastard,

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who somehow managed to have a whole group of
other  supernaturals  at  Glitnir  bowing  and
scraping  at  his  every  word,  “It  has  to  be  him—I
never liked Kappas, all that fishiness and scaliness
when  they  shift.”  He  shuddered.  “They’re  as
honest as a thief in a golden palace.”

Micah frowned at the analogy. Phin was aware

it was weird, but then he had just thought it up on
the spot. “Yeah,” Micah said doubtfully.  Then he
continued. “Joseph tracked the Journal Of Days to
a  private  Glitnir  library  but  no  one  had  accessed
its  secrets.  One  of  which  he  hoped  was  who
ordered  Ethan  killed.  He  was  adamant  that  he
thought  Ludvik  had  something  to  do  with
Cassius.”

“Why didn’t Joseph ask for my help?” Phin

asked quietly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know
the answer.

“I don’t know,” Micah lied. Phin could tell

Micah  was  lying—he  wouldn’t  look  Phin  in  the
eye. Phin frowned and Micah finally met his gaze.
He  flushed  red.  “Look,  I  don’t  know,  but  it  may
have  been  because  Asher  was  on  this  side  of  the
mountains.”

Phin fought temper. “I didn’t ask my father to

get Asher to come for me again.”

Micah held up a hand. “I’m not getting

involved in the Joseph-Asher-Phin triangle,” he
said quickly.

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Regret twisted inside Phin. “You forgot Ethan,”

he  pointed  out.  He  immediately  regretted  his
words  when  grief  replaced  embarrassment.  He
knew Micah and Ethan had been close, he should
have  never  brought  him  up.  “Sorry,”  he  said
gently.

Micah ran his fingers through his hair, then

shook  his  head.  “None  of  that  matters.  Joseph  is
stuck in Glitnir. I should leave him to get himself
out.  But  the  fact  he  hasn’t  yet,  or  so  you  believe,
means  something  is  stopping  him.  If  anyone
discovers  his  magic…”  Micah  left  the  sentence
unfinished. Deliberately allowing Phin to fill in the
gaps.

“Okay, so, someone in Glitnir, Ludvik we

assume for want of a better suspect, has
possession of an ancient book holding vampire
secrets.”

Micah nodded.
Phin closed his eyes to process the information

so far and ruthlessly pushed aside the residual
fear of what the hell Joseph had got himself into.
“And Joseph wanted sight of the journal
because?”

“Like I said, he believes evidence in there will

expose  who  murdered  Ethan,  and  there  will  be
enough  other  information  that  finally  the
Underground  will  have  more  ammunition  than
just a belief that everything is going to hell.”

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“Did Joseph even have a plan when he got

inside?”

“We were doing fine, we found the journal, he

created  a  stable  port,  but  when  Levi  and  I  had
gone  through  he  froze.  He  wouldn’t  follow.  I
could  see  him  clearly  and  his  skin  was  pale,  his
eyes  dull,  he  said  he  could  feel  magic  strong
enough to close the portal.”

Phin sat quietly. He couldn’t let Micah see how

suddenly  he  was  so  terrified  for  Joseph  that  he
couldn’t  think  straight.  Joseph  had  sensed  magic
strong enough to shut down a stable portal. Phin
couldn’t even create those. He could port himself,
maybe  with  one  other,  but  transferring  others
through  a  stable  portal  was  something  way
beyond his own limited capabilities in the physical
world.  His  talents  lay  in  much  more  subtle
directions. Idly he picked at the moss on the trunk
as  he  thought  on  what  he  had  been  told.  Micah
didn’t  interrupt  his  thinking—simply  sat  there
and waited.

Finally he needed to know one thing. “How

long has he been gone?”

“Three days,” Micah said urgently. “We didn’t

panic until last night and when the first two days
had passed and he didn’t meet us where we had
agreed I knew something had gone horribly
wrong.”

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“Three,” Phin repeated. He closed his eyes and

tried to force away images of what was happening
to Joseph at this moment if anyone found out what
he could do. Hopefully he was being treated as a
simple Underground leader who needed to go to
trial. If there was anything simple about that
scenario. “We need to get him out,” he said firmly.

“So how do we do that?”
“We need to get into Glitnir so we can assess

where he is.”

“I can help with that,” Levi said from behind

them. “Hey, Phin,” the incubus added.

“You know a good way in?” Phin asked

quickly.

“I know someone we can trust,” Levi offered.

“He’s an incubus guard and his name is Brody
Lennox. He can get us inside Glitnir.”

“Hmph,” Declan snorted. Phin didn’t miss the

angry look that Declan threw Levi. Seems like
Declan was pissed and there was heated temper in
the wolf shifter’s eyes. No doubt because Phin had
given him the runaround. That wouldn’t have
done his Retriever pride an awful lot of good.

“How do we get hold of Brody?” Phin asked

quickly. He didn’t need a showdown with the
wolf when he had to concentrate on getting Joseph
out of Glitnir.

“Obahn,” Levi said. “I can get a message to him

from there. I’ll go with you.”

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“No you won’t,” Declan snapped. He rounded

on Levi and gripped his lover’s shirt with a firm
grip. “You’re not going into Obahn when there’s a
price on your head. The place is crawling with
Glitnir enforcers.”

Levi placed a hand flat over Declan’s. “We all

have a price on our head, Dec,” he said gently.

“I’ll go on my own,” Phin interrupted Declan

and Levi. He certainly didn’t need people slowing
him down, wolf, incubus, whatever, he was the
only one who could go in and get Joseph out.

Micah stepped forward. “I’m going, too,” he

said,  “Joseph  is  my  brother.”  When  Connor
opened his mouth to protest, Phin took things into
his  own  hands.  All  he  needed  was  Levi.
Summoning  energy  from  deep  inside  him,  he
created  a  spark  of  magic,  grabbed  Levi,  and
ported as close to Obahn as he could get without
landing  in  the  center  of  town.  Levi  immediately
dropped  to  the  ground  and  Phin  waited  as  the
incubus  recovered  from  the  move.  Poor  guy  was
probably on sensory overload.

“Wha—” Levi groaned and rolled from his

stomach  where  he  had  fallen  and  on  to  his  back.
Phin  crouched  down  next  to  the  fallen  man  and
touched  his  arm.  Levi  squirmed  away  from  the
touch. “Too much,” he whimpered.

Phin stepped away. “Sorry,” he said. He didn’t

really mean the words, but he expected Levi

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would probably want to hear them. All he had on
his mind was getting in to Glitnir and getting
Joseph out. Declan was going to kill him. Wolf out
and rip him to shreds when he got back to him.
Well, maybe if Declan could catch Phin that was.

“Dec’ll’kill’ya,” Levi slurred.
“He can try,” Phin said. “Where do you go to

get a message to this Brody guy?”

Levi moved onto all fours, then used the

nearest  tree  to  stand.  “Simeon  Blue,”  he  said  in
deliberate  tones,  probably  avoiding  letting  his
voice slur. Shaking off  the grass on  his hands, he
stretched  tall,  then  turned  to  Phin  with  sudden
determination  on  his  face.  “He’s  Feline  Guild,  a
mercenary.”

Phin groaned inwardly. “What the hell is a

mercenary cat shifter doing in Glitnir territory?”

“I don’t know his cover story,” Levi had his

balance  now  and  he  considered  where  they  were
before  turning  one  eighty  and  making  his  way
into  the  trees.  Phin  followed.  “All  I  know  is  that
he’s  Underground  and  that  Micah  says  he  is  the
person to ask.”

“How does someone from the Second Kingdom

even stay in Obahn unnoticed? A town crawling
with Glitnir guards and Retrievers I might add?”

Levi glanced back at Phin with raised

eyebrows, “Like I know,” he said offhand.

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They made it to the very edge of the wall

surrounding  the  town.  Obahn  wasn’t  especially
big, but it was close enough to the Glitnir seat of
power  that  it  was  an  obvious  choice  for  the
overspill  of  supernaturals  looking  to  spend  their
money.  From  bars  to  whore  houses,  and  from
theatre  to  music,  Obahn  was  a  one-stop  shop  for
all things fun.

Phin hated the place. His last attempt at hiding

from  his  father  had  been  in  this  damn  town.
Living  over  The  Black  Bear  with  Abb  as  his
landlord had been something akin to torture. Not
living down the hall from Abb—that bit he liked.
No,  the  issue  was  that  Obahn  was  a  town  in
denial.  No  one  questioned  the  internal  power
struggles  in  Glitnir,  no  one  dared  to  step  outside
what they had. Apart from a few—those who had
aligned  themselves  to  the  infant  Underground
movement.  Few  and  far  between  who  made  the
move to leave the town and join them.

Phin and Levi finally moved into the town

under cover of darkness. Phin dare not use any of
his  magic  to  vanish  them  to  onlookers,  but  it
seemed Levi had a good line in getting people to
look  the  other  way.  Phin  could  see  the  incubus
throwing out the yellow haze of confusion and no
one  questioned  them.  With  this  they  managed  to
pass guards and Retriever’s alike and finally they
reached  an  innocuous  door  marked  with  the

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number twenty-nine. A single knock and the door
was flung open. Phin stood his ground as a large
hand reached out and dragged Levi through the
door. Phin then strolled in after them.

Turned out Simeon Blue was huge. All big and

gruff with amber eyes and shaggy golden hair and
he  had  a  temper  which  he  directed  at  Levi.  Phin
watched  as  Simeon’s  expression  showed  temper,
which lessened to anger and then to acceptance—
all  emotions  that  Levi  apparently  was  happy  to
take. Finally Phin decided to interrupt.

“Simeon Blue?” he asked casually.
“And you are?” Simeon snapped. His voice was

loud and booming in this small place.

“No one,” Phin said. He wasn’t going to be

using names. Simeon scowled.

Levi stepped forward with his hands out, palms

up. “Brody said I should contact you if I needed to
get a message to him.

Simeon narrowed his gaze, looking from Levi

to Phin and back again. “I don’t know a Brody,”
he finally offered flatly.

“We’re with the Underground,” Levi explained.

“Get a message to Brody, tell him Levi Tiernan
needs to see him.”

Simeon tilted his head and looked thoughtful.

“Do you have a story?”

Levi appeared to consider his next words. Then

he sighed. “He wants me to prove who I am by

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using the hot tub story, doesn’t he?” Simeon
crossed his arms over his broad chest and waited.
Phin could swear the big shifter was smirking.
“This is ridiculous—”

“How else will we know you are who you say

you are? You could be a shape shifter.”

Levi shook his head. “Okay. When I first met

Brody we had these two guys in the hot tub and I
overdosed  on  lust.”  Levi  full  on  blushed  with
embarrassment. “We were supposed to just taste,
but I got carried away, and there was four of us…”
he  stopped  talking  and  looked  over  at  Phin.
“Don’t  tell  Declan,  I’ll  tell  him  when  I’m  sure  he
won’t wolf out on me.”

Phin nodded.
“So, there were four of us, and it was getting

heated, and I took on too much of one guy’s lust. I
woke up on the floor next to the hot tub, and
Brody has this self-satisfied smirking grin because
he was the one got to fuck the sex fairies.”

Simeon nodded, then extended a hand.

“Welcome to my home,” he said. “Levi and…” he
deliberately  trailed  away,  obviously  waiting  for
Phin  to  give  his  name.  Phin’s  long  hair  hid  the
pointy ear evidence of his ancestry, but not many
people  could  fail  to  recognize  him  for  the  elf  he
was.  Still,  Simeon  didn’t  push  him  on  answering
the question. For that Phin was thankful. The last

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thing he needed was for anyone to know more
than they needed to.

“A friend,” Levi said firmly.
“I can get a message to Brody in the morn—”
“No!” Phin snapped. The thought of Joseph

being inside Glitnir for another hour, let alone a
full night, was more than he could contemplate.
“Just get me to Brody and I’ll take it from there.”

“I can’t—”
“I’m not arguing,” Phin insisted.
Simeon took a couple of steps closer. He was

easily  a  foot  taller  than  Phin  and  twice  as  wide.
Phin suspected he had leonine blood which would
make him part of the Feline Guild that had made
their  home  in  the  Red  Mountains.  Simeon’s  tip
tilted  eyes  burned  bright  and  he  had  claws
extended.

“I’m not leading you into the bowels of Glitnir

on your say so,” he growled.

Phin huffed his irritation, then in a smooth

movement, placed his hand flat over Simeon’s
heart. Simeon’s eyes rolled back in his head and,
in slow motion, the big man tumbled backwards,
splitting the wooden table behind him in two.

“Phin, what the hell!” Levi shouted. He

dropped to his knees next to Simeon and
immediately felt for a pulse.

“He’s not dead. Just sleeping,” Phin snapped. “I

read him and saw what he knew. I can get into

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where Brody told him Joseph was being kept on
my own.”

“You read him?” Levi sounded confused and

Phin tapped his own temple. Levi stumbled to
stand and so many emotions passed over his face
that Phin lost track.

“I need to make a move.” Fear had gripped him

as soon as he touched Simeon. The cat had seen
inside the jail, knew what kinds of things could be
happening to Joseph.

Levi took a step closer with determination on

his face. “Let’s go then,” he said.

Phin snapped his fingers, and rendered Levi

unconscious in an heap next to Simeon.

“Sorry, guys, but I need to do this alone.”
Phin checked that Levi was comfortable, then

with the images in his head from Simeon of where
he should go, he left the house and shut the door
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Chapter Three

ttempting to lessen the damage being done to
his shoulders and arms, Joseph shifted his

weight a little. He was chained up again. The last
torture  session  left  him  near  dead,  but  still  he
hadn’t  given  up  his  magic.  Nothing  that  Ludvik
could  say  would  make  him  break.  He  fought
through  the  fog  in  his  head.  He  was  dying.  He
could  feel  the  magic  inside  of  him,  racing  to
protect  cells  that  had  been  destroyed,  but  the
damage was so bad that he knew nothing could be
done.  He  was  never  leaving  this  place.  The
prophesy  was  wrong—it  wasn’t  his  generation,
not him and Micah, who could destroy a stagnant
regime  and  bring  a  new  order  to  the  growing
chaos.

Maybe another set of twins held the key to

accessing the Journal Of Days.

Micah would be safe after he died.

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He had to believe that. Micah would go on with

Connor and they would live long lives. Joseph
never expected to get this far or live this long, but
Micah could have a full life. Joseph was resistance,
had magic, and had lost so much. Ethan. Phin.

“Joseph?”
Phin’s voice pierced his dying thoughts. Was it

morning already? Joseph was always allowed time
to  heal,  but  Ludvik  had  just  gone.  Why  send  a
vision  of  Phin  now?  He  grunted  as  something
touched  him.  Strong  hands  ran  down  his  torso
and  he  moaned  in  pain  as  fingers  dipped  and
scraped into deep wounds.

“Just kill me,” he ordered brokenly. Then

drawing every last piece of strength in him to the
surface, he forced out four words. He would not
betray his kind or his gifts. “I. Don’t. Have.
Magic.”

“Joseph. Don’t you dare,” Phin said strongly.
“Leave…”
“Let’s get you down. Lean on me…”
“No…”  Joseph  whimpered.  The  chains  above

him clattered, then he fell. Someone held him, the
warmth of a strong hold did nothing to counteract
the  fire  that  shot  through  muscles  pushed  to
extremes.  Tears  filled  his  eyes  as  the  agony  took
him even closer to death.

“Joseph. Please,” Phin demanded again. “Try.”

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Joseph leaned heavily on the phantom of Phin

and warmth built around him. Phin was here.
Using magic to get him away. They’ll
know…Phin…don’t expose yourself…

A crash in front of them and the heavy iron gate

shattered  inwards.  Joseph  flinched  as  iron  flew
towards  them,  but  as  they  got  closer  the  pieces
simply  dropped  to  the  floor  and  the  silver  in  the
room  blinded  him.  Only  as  the  room  dissolved
around them and he looked out of the room did he
see Ludvik’s face contorted in furious anger. Then
everything  slowly  faded  to  black,  and  even  if  he
wanted to look at Phin, he couldn’t. He was too far
gone.

Pain was his constant and Joseph knew

somehow that he wasn’t in the cell suspended by
his  wrists.  Voices  sometimes  broke  through  the
pain. Phin. He thought he heard Micah. Knowing
he was out of Glitnir was more than a relief. The
passage of time was lost to him, he had nothing to
judge  it  by,  but  every  time  he  attempted  to  open
his  eyes  he  would  hear,  or  smell,  or  think
something new.

“I get why you knocked out Simeon, but Levi as

well?” Micah’s voice.

“Micah, calm down.” Connor’s softer tones.
“I didn’t have a choice,” Phin interrupted. “If

I’d taken Levi in he’d have been in danger.”

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“Declan wants to kill you,” Micah snapped. “If

Simeon doesn’t get there first.”

“Declan should be thanking me that I didn’t get

his mate into a dangerous mess he would never
escape. You know I can only port one person.
What did you want me to do?”

“How about telling people what you are going

to do instead of rendering them unconscious?”
Micah asked abruptly. “You can’t do that—”

“Micah, you’re upset,” Connor interrupted.

“Joseph is here now and he’s safe. Let me talk to
Declan, he’s just blowing hot air. And Simeon will
be fine once the hand print vanishes from his
chest.”

“I saved their lives,” Phin shouted. The door

opened  and  closed  and  Joseph  cracked  his  eyes
open  a  little.  Micah  was  by  the  bed  with  his
elbows on his knees and his head bowed. Connor
crouched  next  to  him  with  a  hand  on  his  knee.
Clearly  it  was  Phin  who  had  stormed  out. Micah
looked  terrible,  dark  circles  under  his  eyes.  He
plainly  needed  an  infusion  of  blood,  or  at  least  a
hot  meal.  Joseph  watched  as  Connor  dropped  to
his  knees  and  moved  closer  to  Micah,  cuddling
close. Micah in turn, rested his head on Connor’s.

“What do I do if he doesn’t make it?” Micah

whispered.

“Don’t think that way,” Connor said gently but

firmly. “I love you, Micah Jamieson.”

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Joseph moaned low in his throat as a fresh

wave  of  pain  worked  its  way  from  neck  to  the
base  of  his  spine  in  spasm.  Micah  immediately
looked  up  and  he  and  Connor  were  at  the  bed
before Joseph could get the pain under control.

“Joseph?” Micah said urgently. “Get Phin,” he

instructed Connor. Joseph closed his eyes to the
pain. “Open your damn eyes,” Micah ordered.

“Can’t,” Joseph managed to force out. “Hurts.”
“I’ll give you hurt, you freaking idiot, what

made you stay behind.”

“Felt ma-magic…” Joseph stuttered. Micah

leaned close and Joseph opened his eyes and
reached a hand to grab at his twin’s clothing. “Evil
in hi—his heart.”

“Joseph, you need to rest.”
Joseph twisted his hand and tugged until Micah

near tumbled onto him. “Twisted…dark…” he
forced out.

Light flooded the room as the door was flung

open  and  Phin  was  at  his  side  in  an  instant.
Placing  his  hand  on  Joseph’s  chest  temporarily
eased  some  of  Joseph’s  pain,  enough  for  him  to
release Micah a little. He couldn’t take any of his
twin’s strength.

“Welcome back,” Phin muttered. He peered

down at Joseph and from here Joseph could see
the sparks in Phin’s pale silver eyes.

“Used magic…” Joseph protested.

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Phin shook his head. “I get you out of a

maximum security dungeon crawling with guard,
without killing anyone, and all you can do is bitch
at me for using a bit of magic?” Disgusted, Phin
pulled back and Joseph released his hold on Micah
completely, instead reaching for Phin.

“No,” Joseph said firmly. “Not you… Kappa…

per—perversion.”

Exhausted, he screwed his eyes tight again.

Every nerve ending in his body registered pain
and he could taste blood in his mouth. He had to
let them know, it was vital, there was evil in the
core of Glitnir.

“I can’t hear you,” Phin encouraged. “Say

again?”

“Ludvik…” Joseph dug deep for the energy and

ability to form the words. His magic was hidden,
any  splinter  of  power  had  retreated  as  his  body
began  to  die.  He  wasn’t  certain  it  would  ever
return. Whatever Phin tried to do, Joseph knew he
was close to death—his spirit fractured.

“Ludvik Peitrol? He has magic?” Micah said

carefully.

“Why did we not know this?” Phin was

evidently skeptical and the tone in his voice only
confirmed it. “There is no magic left in Glitnir.”

“You and Joseph,” Micah said quickly. “You

have powers.”

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“Throwbacks,” Phin’s derision was clear in the

simple words.

Joseph hated to hear it. He needed to get Phin

to understand it was up to him to remove Ludvik.
Spasms wracked through his body as he coughed
and there was more blood in his mouth. Blackness
in his head threatened to take him under. A pure
white  light  pushed  some  of  the  dark  away  and
Micah  was  inside  his  head.  He  couldn’t  be.  He
would  see  Joseph  was  dying.  Deliberately  Joseph
shut the link and finally allowed the pain to take
him under again.

* * * *

Micah reared back like he had been burned and let
out a cry of pure anguish. Phin stumbled away at
the visceral sound and was pushed aside as
Connor ran into the room.

“What happened?” Connor shouted. Micah was

curled  into  Connor  and  he  looked  devastated.
Phin immediately checked Joseph’s pulse. Micah’s
twin  wasn’t  dead,  although  Phin  couldn’t  track
Joseph’s  magic—like  it  was  gone,  hidden,
destroyed.

“He shut me out,” Micah shouted. “I saw him,

he’s dying. Phin. Please. Save him.” Micah
gripped hard to his arm. “He’s giving up.”

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“I can’t,” Phin said tiredly. “There’s nothing I

can do. I tried, but the wounds won’t heal.” He
ran a finger across the nearest deep knife cut, the
tip of it following the line of the vicious wound. It
closed behind the touch, but immediately opened
again with fresh blood oozing. “See?”

“What did he mean about Ludvik? Was it him

that did this to Joseph? When I was connected just
now I saw Ludvik’s face, a smile. It wasn’t right.”

“Joseph says he has magic,” Phin tried to make

sense of it in his head. “Whether he has or not, I
don’t have anything in me left to give him. If these
cuts were made with magic, the intention was to
maim. Joseph isn’t fighting this. I don’t know if he
can. His magic is literally fractured and I can’t feel
it inside him. I can’t mend this, Micah.”

Grief balled in his chest. He wanted to be the elf

who could bring Joseph back to life. He wanted to
talk to Joseph, shout at him, call him stupid, hit
him, punch him, push him to the floor in temper
and cause him pain for the incredible stupidity of
letting himself get caught. He just wanted…time.

Micah bowed his head. “If I could get back

inside his head. Could I somehow…”

“Somehow what?” Connor said, concerned. He

had a strong grip on Micah and he looked damn
pale for a wolf shifter. He was scared for whatever
was in Micah’s thoughts—any fool could see that.

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“Could I find the fractured magic? Help him

press it together so he can heal.”

“No,” Phin said tiredly, “you wouldn’t know

what you were doing. There are curses and hells
you couldn’t imagine in that labyrinth inside his
head. Your consciousness would be lost.”

“Micah?” Connor asked. Fear colored his voice.

Phin glanced at the shifter and that wasn’t just
fear—it was terror and love and passion all rolled
into one. “Please think about this.”

“I want to do it. The Underground is nothing

without Joseph, already rumors are spreading that
our leader is dying, all the hard work, years of
sacrifice, all for nothing.” Micah was trying to be
practical, but underneath the words was the subtle
inference of the fact Joseph was his twin.

“You can’t,” Phin said suddenly. “You’d need

me  to  channel  magic  and  I  refuse  to  put  you  in
danger.” Connor looked directly at Phin, but there
was no thanks in his amber eyes. If anything, there
was  absolute  desolation.  Connor  would  fight  to
the death for Micah’s right to do what he wanted,
and Phin could see the war inside the shifter at the
thought  of  Micah  being  in  this  nebulous  danger
that Connor had no understanding of.

Micah pulled his hand from Connor’s and

gripped Joseph’s instead. “Do it,” he said.

“Micah,” Connor protested.

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Micah closed his eyes and a tear fell from his

left eye. “I love you, Connor. I will always love
you.” Connor cupped Micah’s face and pressed a
kiss to his lips.

“I love you, too,” Connor said softly.
Phin watched the exchange. Connecting Micah

to  Joseph  was  suicide.  Joseph  was  beyond
benefitting from the twins’ connection. There was
only  one  person  who  could  get  inside  Joseph’s
head  and  help  him  back.  He  sighed  inwardly.
Joseph would not be happy with this. Phin raised
his hand, palm upward, and allowed a little of his
silver  magic  to  form  a  sphere.  In  the  blink  of  an
eye it was a solid ball and he handed it to Connor
who hesitated only momentarily before accepting
it with a frown on his face. Micah opened his eyes
and  the  depths  of  them  were  haunted  and  filled
with grief.

“It’s me he needs, Micah. You know that. I have

to get inside. You’re not enough.” Micah made to
argue, but stopped when Phin indicated the small
sphere  of  silver.  “If  this  changes  to  scarlet,  it
means  I  am  lost,  that  Joseph  and  I  are  both  lost.
Our bodies may have breath, but you take us, you
slit  our  throats,  you  burn  our  bodies  and  you
scatter our ashes. Understand me?”

“I don’t understand?” Micah asked. “My

brother isn’t dead yet.”

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Phin hesitated to explain. How could anyone

who  didn’t  have  magic  coursing  through  their
veins  understand  for  one  minute  the  death  that
was losing that part of their soul.

“The only one who can pull Joseph out of this is

me. Not you,” he said simply. “One last thing. If
everything goes wrong…will you get a message
out?”

“To your dad,” Micah confirmed.
“No.” Phin snorted a laugh at the thought of his

dad  being  concerned  about  Phin’s  death.  “To
Asherkan Iblis, Asher, he’s a blood demon. In the
Badlands.  It’s  important.  Tell  him…”  Tell  him
what?  It’s  all  well  and  good  having  someone  to
give  a  message  to,  but  not  being  able  to  know
what to say?

“What?” Micah asked gently.
“That I’m sorry, and that he was right.” Phin

glanced down at Joseph’s unconscious form. “He
was always right.”

Micah nodded. “You’ll come back, you can tell

the demon yourself,” he said carefully.

Phin thought maybe there should be more

fanfare, maybe some tearful farewells, but really
all he wanted to do was get inside Joseph’s mind
and find the damn magic. Then he and Joseph
really needed to talk. Without hesitation he placed
his hand flat over Joseph’s naked chest where the
worst of the cutting was, and where his heart beat

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slowly  beneath  the  touch.  Phin  had  access  to
Joseph  that  not  even  Joseph  would  think  he  had.
Phin had love.

Immediately he connected, he had to fight the

instinct  to  pull  away.  Instead,  he  exhaled,  then
climbed on the cot and lay close to Joseph, all the
time  not  removing  the  connecting  touch.  His  last
image  was  of  Micah  staring  with  a  mixture  of
hope  and  despair  and  of  Connor  behind  Micah,
holding him tight. Then everything went black.

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Chapter Four

hin landed lightly on the balls of his feet and
fell to a crouch. This wasn’t the first time he

had dream walked, but it was the first time he was
inside  another  supernatural’s  head  where  he  was
hunting  magic.  Silently  he  stayed  where  he  was
for a second and glanced around at  the labyrinth
that  was  the  manifestation  of  Joseph’s  thoughts.
At first sight it looked very much like the network
of  stone  tunnels  at  Glitnir,  and  the  chambers  off
each  side  had  bars  as  doors.  Not  a  good  sign.
Seems  as  if  Joseph  was  still  trapped  in  the
thoughts  of  whatever  had  happened  to  him  at
Ludvik’s  hand.  Phin  stood  and  looked  down  at
himself.

He was dressed in tight black leather pants and

a  white  flowing  shirt,  his  long  hair  loose  around
his  face.  The  one  thing  that  always  amused  him
was  how  the  people  he  visited  in  their  dreams
dressed  him.  A  great indication  of  how  they  saw

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Phin in real life. Clearly Joseph saw Phin as some
kind of flamboyant pirate figure. Interesting.

Turning three sixty, Phin contemplated where

to go first. Any exit was as good as each other and
he  closed  his  eyes.  Throwing  out  tendrils  of
perception,  he  attempted  to  see  any  focus  of
power.  Anything.  Finally  a  faint  flicker  of  white
had  him  turning  again  and  deciding  which
corridor  to  take.  Using  a  little  magic,  he  cast  a
mark  on  the  dark  walls  to  indicate  where  he’d
stood.  When  it  immediately  disappeared  into  the
wall  with  a  sucking  sound  Phin  knew  he  had  a
battle  on  his  hands.  Seems  as  if  Joseph’s  psyche
wasn’t going to be helping him.

Oh well. He’d been in worse situations.

Although  he  couldn’t  recall  any  of  them  at  the
moment.  There  was  the  faint  smell  of  sage—a
smell he associated with Joseph. Finally confident
of  the  direction,  he  started  down  the  corridor.
There  was  more  of  the  same—prison  cells  with
bars.  Every  cell  was  empty  apart  from  blood  on
the floor of each one. If he thought about it, then
each empty blood soaked cell was probably some
kind  of  indicator  of  the  tortures  Joseph  had
endured. Finally he reached a break in the path.

To the right was darkness, to the left the light.

He took a single step left, then hesitated. The first
thing he was taught as a child, after being told he
couldn’t just jump inside anyone’s thoughts, was

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that  sometimes  the  psyche  could  put  up  barriers.
Including  using  misdirection.  Joseph  would  have
hidden his powers so deep to avoid detection that
to  walk  left  and  find  whatever  he  needed  would
be way too easy.

Decision made, he turned right and called a

little light so that he could see the way. When the
corridor ended abruptly into an open space, Phin
conjured more light and threw it away from him.
The sparks of it rose higher and higher until they
hit some point far above. The glow they threw off
displayed a huge cavern of a room. Phin couldn’t
see the sides of it, or the ceiling, and what he could
see of the floor was that it was a tessellated pattern
of octagons. In a fair point of the floor, a figure sat
cross-legged, head bowed, with a hundred chains
wrapped around him.

Joseph.
Phin cautiously made his way into the space

and  the  flickering  lights  followed  him  until
Joseph’s  form  was  fully  illuminated.  Phin
crouched  down  in  front  of  him.  Joseph  was
covered in blood and his face a grotesque mask of
cuts and swollen skin. No material covered any of
his skin.

“Hey, Joseph,” Phin said gently.
Joseph lifted his head a little and opened his

eyes. His left eye was red and the pupil fixed.

“Go’ways’Phin,” Joseph slurred.

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“Only if you come, too.” Phin wasn’t beating

about  the  bush.  He  was  adamant  Joseph  would
stand  and  throw  off  these  chains.  They  could
locate the magic, then get the hell out of this stone
maze.

Joseph half smiled, and cracks in his lips oozed

fresh  blood.  Rattling  the  chain  that  crossed  over
his  hands,  he  tilted  his  head  in  what  was
amusement. “Gon’help’me’out?” he forced out.

“It’s all an illusion,” Phin said. He gently lifted

a chain from where it lay on Joseph’s ankle. As
soon as it left Joseph’s body, it vanished. “I can
take all the chains.”

“Ludvik…” Joseph said tiredly. “No point.” He

bowed  his  head  again  and  the  chain  that  had
disappeared  reformed  across  his  ankle  and  he
winced in pain as the iron wrapped tight.

Great.

Phin’s

fight

against

Joseph’s

consciousness wasn’t starting well. Carefully he
removed the same chain, and before it could
reappear, he moved onto the next.

“Micah misses you,” he said conversationally.

Maybe pulling mention of Joseph’s twin into this
would help Joseph see a way out.

“Twin,” Joseph muttered.
“Uh huh, a really angry twin, you are so deep

in trouble when we get home. Turns out he isn’t
that impressed you closed the tunnel out of Glitnir

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and put yourself in danger. He is one pissed
vampire.”

“Huh,” Joseph snorted. Was that tone stronger?

Or was Phin imagining it? The chains were at least
staying off. That was a good sign, right?

“You can huh all you like, Joseph Jamieson, but

I am telling you, Connor will hold Micah’s jacket
while your brother pummels you to the ground.
He’s out there now, cursing you for being the
damned here.”

“Not a hero,” Joseph said softly. “As far from

hero as you can imagine.”

Phin looked up in shock. That sounded like an

entire sentence with no slurring. He peered at
Joseph’s face and the blown pupil looked smaller,
not fixed and dilated, and the red was lessening.
Without hesitating, he pulled off more chains and
kept talking.

“I met Simeon. Huge guy, think he might be a

freaking big cat.”

“He’s working for Glitnir undercover for us,”

Joseph offered. “Big guy, yeah, he is. Strong and
very loyal.”

“I knocked him out.”
“You did?”
Phin chuckled as he pulled the last remaining

chain from around Joseph’s legs. As they left the
skin, where they had laid took on a pink hue and

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the cuts began to knit. This was a good sign. “He
was getting all hero on me.”

“You don’t like heroes?” Joseph asked. This

time when Phin looked up, Joseph had a familiar
smile on his face.

“Heroes have their place. But all that sacrificing

stuff for each other could make our little resistance
get smaller all the time.”

“Without sacrifice our success won’t mean

anything.”

“You can tell yourself that,” Phin tugged at a

chain  around  Joseph’s  neck.  It  had  buried  itself
into the skin and the sound of it wrenching away
was sickening. Joseph let out a mewl of pain and
the chain embedded deeper. Fuck. What could he
talk  about  next?  “So  what  do  you  think  of  me
being  all  heroic  and  shit,  coming  inside  here  and
getting you out?”

Joseph’s eyes widened and he glanced around

him as if he was seeing his surroundings for the
first time. “You came in here to get me?”

“Micah wanted to.” Phin eased a finger under

the neck chain and swallowed the bile as skin split
around it when he moved it. At least this time
Joseph didn’t make a sound of pain. “I told him he
couldn’t.”

“Bet he didn’t like that.” Joseph chuckled.

“Always stubborn.”

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“Stubborn, opinionated, and very much in love

with Connor.”

Joseph nodded. “His wolf. I love that he is

happy. He sacrificed his happiness to protect
Ethan.”

Phin swore as the neck chain perceptibly

tightened—trapping his finger between it and the
bones of Joseph’s neck. Fuck. Get him off the
subject of Ethan. And for God’s sake don’t
mention Asher.

“Yeah, well I walked in on them a week back,”

Phin lied. He’d actually been wondering the forest
like a freaking idiot just then. “All hands and
mouths and naked skin.”

“What did you do?” Joseph sounded intrigued.
“Way I saw it I had two choices,” Phin thought

on his feet. “I could either back out quietly, or I
could make a noise to let them know I was here
and embarrass them utterly and completely.”

Joseph smiled and the chain eased enough to

release Phin’s finger and finally Phin could get it
up and over Joseph’s head. “What did you decide
to do?”

“What do you think I did?”
“You? Phin-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit? You made

a noise.”

Phin tried to ignore the slight twinge of hurt at

his personality being summed up so abruptly. He
had to remember this was a story to take Joseph’s

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mind off the self-imposed chains and not actually
real.

“Damn right I did,” he said firmly.
“What did they do?”
“I’ve never seen a vampire go so red, and wolf-

boy growled at me. I ran.” He checked all the
chains were free, then stood, and leaned over with
his hands under Joseph’s arms. “Now let’s get you
stood up.”

“My leg is broken,” Joseph said gently. “I can’t

stand up.”

It isn’t broken. This isn’t you physically. Phin

thought. This is just your head fucking with you. He
didn’t say that. Instead he said, “It’s okay, I used
magic on it, it’s all healed.”

Joseph looked at him in disbelief. His

expression wary.

“Trust me, Jo,” Phin said gently. “Just trust

me.”

Joseph blinked as he evidently needed to

consider  whether  he  could  trust  Phin.  Then  he
grabbed hold of Phin’s shoulder and allowed Phin
to  help  him  stand.  Until  finally,  he  was  upright
and  testing  the  weight  of  himself  on  what  Phin
assumed  was  the  leg  Joseph  had  decided  was
broken. When Joseph grinned at him, a small part
of  the  stone  around  Phin’s  heart  chipped  away.
What was it about Joseph and his damned smile?

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Enough to get Phin to melt in a freaking puddle at
his feet.

“Let’s go,” Phin encouraged. He guided Joseph

to  the  door,  grunting  at  the  weight  of  the  other
man’s  weak  stumble.  This  was  a  freaking
manifestation—couldn’t  Joseph  think  himself
lighter?

“Where are the guards?”
“I dealt with them,” Phin said firmly. Joseph

had no idea he was inside his own thoughts.

“And Ludvik?”
Phin didn’t hesitate with an answer. “Dead,” he

lied.

Joseph was quiet for a little while and they

stumbled  along  the  corridor  back  to  the  Y  where
Phin  could  still  see  the  light.  That  was  where
Joseph’s magic had been hidden. If they could just
get there, then Phin could reunite them and Joseph
would  be  able  to  heal  himself  and  Phin  could
break the connection and go back to waking up.

“He had a perversion of magic,” Joseph

mumbled. He was less and less depending on
Phin and more able to walk himself. “I saw it
when he touched me. All dark and boiling inside
him. How had he managed to hide it so well from
Glitnir?”

“I have no idea, but we can find out when we

get out of here.” They turned towards the light
and now Joseph was upright and there was a good

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foot of space between him and Phin. Was it wrong
of him to miss the fact Joseph was leaning on him?
On  waste-of-space-breaker-of-hearts  Orophin
Tiwele?  Now  was  not  the  time  to  get  himself  in
that  headspace.  What  had  happened  was  set  in
stone, nothing could change it now.

“What is this place?” The room they reached

was blinding white and along the walls a trail of
silver hissed and spit.

“If you touch the wall you can see.”
“I’m not touching the wall,” Joseph declared.

His hand  went to his throat where the pink scars
of  healing  circled  his  neck.  When  he  pulled  his
hand away, Phin could see blood. Damn it.

“Touch the wall, Joseph,” Phin said softly. “It

will  make  you  feel  better.”  Something  fell  on  his
shirt  and  he  glanced  down.  A  bloom  of  blood
stained  the  white  of  his  shirt  and  he  felt  another
drip. He didn’t look up. He didn’t know what was
bleeding on him. It wasn’t even real blood. It was
all an illusion.

“It’s electric,” Joseph peered closely, “or

something.”

“It sparks a little, then you get to go home.

Don’t be a baby, Jo.”

Joseph looked doubtful. Then he turned to face

Phin directly. “You always used to call me Jo,” he
said softly. “Before, when we fell in love and we
thought we had tomorrows.”

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“I did,” Phin replied. What the hell? Just touch

the damn wall already. “You hated me calling you
Jo.”

“I only pretended to hate it,” Joseph grinned.

The light in his blue eyes was teasing. “I loved you
so much it didn’t matter what you called me.”

“I loved you, too,” Phin said in instant

response. Where that had come from he didn’t
know. Maybe it was being inside Joseph’s head
and feeling safe? He had no idea. They couldn’t be
together, but that didn’t mean he had left behind
the sensation of love that was buried deep inside
his heart.

“You loved me?” Joseph sounded hurt. “I still

love  you.”  He  stepped  into  Phin’s  space  and
pressed a gentle kiss to Phin’s lips. The action took
Phin  by  surprise  and  he  didn’t  have time  to  stop
his  traitorous  body  from  reacting.  Letting  out  a
strangled  moan  he  cupped  Joseph’s  face  with  his
hands  and  deepened  the  kiss.  They  were  fire
together.  Perfect.  They  couldn’t  have  this  outside
in the real world, but in here, where nothing made
sense,  Phin  could  taste  and  touch  and  have
enough  of  Joseph  to  last  a  century.  Joseph’s  grip
tightened  on  Phin’s  arms  and  he  lifted  Phin  up.
They  had  always  struggled  with  the  fact  Joseph
was this tall vampire and Phin was a head shorter.
Joseph’s  way  of  handling  the  problem  was  to  lift
Phin.  The  motion  was  familiar  and  right  and,

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abruptly Phin realized what was happening. He
struggled free and moved back a step.

“We can’t,” he snapped quickly.
“You want to, I want to.”
“And what about all the rules about the two of

us with magic not being together? You want to
unleash an apocalypse or something”

“Phin, that rubbish is part of the control system

that Glitnir has in place—”

“So you say, but what if they are right?” Phin

didn’t believe anything Glitnir shoved down his
throat, or his own kingdom where cross species
love was frowned upon.

“You’re just using that as an excuse, Phin.”
“You chose Ethan, I chose Asher.”
“I loved Ethan, but he wasn’t you, Phin.”

Joseph appeared sad.

Phin gestured to the wall. “Touch the silver,

Jo,”  Phin  said.  He  wasn’t  ready  to  delve  into
complicated matters of the heart in the middle of a
dream  walk.  The  use  of  the  name  Jo  had  Joseph
tilting  his  head  in  that  curious  way  he  did  when
he was thinking.

“Okay,” he finally said. “If it makes your smile

come back.”

Joseph took a step closer and placed his palm

flat against the wall. The silver sparked and Phin
heard a familiar tone, a chanting from the magic,

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and sudden excruciating pain dragged him away
from Joseph and threw him out of the dream walk.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Micah and

Connor standing by the bed.

“How long?” Phin asked.
“Two hours, maybe more, did it work?” Micah

asked hurriedly.

Phin blinked at the question. How was he

supposed  to  know?  He  was  dazed  and  confused.
Then clarity washed over him. He should be able
to see. Moving away from where he was close to
Joseph, he ran his finger over one of the deep cuts
on  Joseph’s  chest  and  the  wound  sealed.
Consciously  holding  his  breath  Phin  waited  for
the skin to split again. Nothing. The cut closed and
pinkened and Phin rested his forehead on Joseph’s
chest, finally able to breathe normally.

“He’s going to be alright.”
“Anything,” Micah said with choked emotion.

“I owe you. Anything you want. Everything.”

Phin couldn’t lift his head to answer. He was

beyond exhausted and his eyes stung. Closing his
eyes,  he  snuggled  in  close  to  Joseph.  It  wouldn’t
hurt to have his magic in skin contact to Joseph. Of
course  when  Joseph  woke  up  he’d  be  furious  at
some  of  the  garbage  Phin  had  talked  inside  his
head.

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Phin wasn’t moving. He’d give anything to

have Joseph be angry with him again. And not just
in his head, but for real. Anger he could deal with.

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oseph surfaced from sleep a little at a time.
First, he saw daylight and it didn’t hurt his

eyes.  He  blinked  and  attempted  to  remember
where  he  was  and  why.  He  was  warm  and
comfortable  and  the  hold  that  someone  had  on
him was firm and secure. He snuggled down into
the  hold  and  sighed.  That  had  been  some
nightmare.  His  magic  gone,  and  his  whole  form
wrapped  in  chains,  he  had  been  caught  in  a  web
with  a  spider  crawling  ever  closer  and  leaving
blood in a trail behind.

He should think of something good. Like a

person, or a place, or try and recall a dream that
didn’t make him shudder in remembrance of it.

Second, he inhaled the scent of the forest. Sharp

and  clean  it  was  home  and  he  was  warm  and  he
was  safe.  Safe?  Why  is  it  important  I  am  safe?  He
moved  a  hand  and  winced  at  the  ache  in  it.  He
must  have  slept  on  his  wrist  in  an  odd  position.

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Yawning, he stretched back against the man who
held him. Definitely a man if the touch of his
fingers to hard muscles could be trusted.

“Joseph?”
Micah sat on a chair just out of view and Joseph

moved his head to be able to look at his brother.
Micah was in the room with him? Even though
Joseph had a lover in his bed?

“What?” he asked curiously. Micah looked ill.

Pale, actually way past vampire-pale, and his eyes
had bags that smudged purple under each eye.

Micah reached over and held his sore hand.

Joseph stopped himself from wincing again. He
didn’t want Micah going all concerned brother on
him because of an aching wrist.

“How do you feel?” Micah whispered.
“Tired,” Joseph answered truthfully. Micah

nodded.  He  looked  uncomfortable.  Like  he  had
something to say, but didn’t know how to. Joseph
reached out with his twin connection, but when he
heard  nothing  and  felt  little  except  a  dull  ache
behind the eyes, he gave up. He was just too damn
exhausted.  That  was  why  everything  ached  and
his magic was hiding somewhere. “Spit it out,” he
said.

Micah pulled his lower lip between his teeth

and worried the skin for a while. “Do you
remember what happened?”

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“Did I drink a bad batch of synth?” That was

the only thing he could think of that would cause
him to have what appeared to be a hangover from
hell. “Hell,” he said quickly. “Who did I fuck?” He
couldn’t bring himself to look. If Micah was
looking so destroyed, then Joseph had to have
done something pretty awful.

“No one,” Micah said softly. “You shut the

portal in Glitnir. You were trapped. Phin rescued
you.” The summary was obviously difficult for
Micah. He looked devastated.

“Phin?” Joseph said gently. He moved his other

arm  to  turn  and  look  at  the  man  behind  him,
suddenly very aware of who it could be. When his
arm  caught  on  something,  Micah  attempted  to
help.  A  quick  glance  up  confirmed  to  Joseph  he
was hooked up to a drip of full blood. Shit. He had
to have been bad for them to have him on the real
stuff.  No  wonder  his  veins  tingled—he  hadn’t
touched  real  blood  since  he  was  a  child.  Finally
Micah  had  him  extricated  and  helped  him  to  sit
up. Joseph deliberately didn’t look at Phin until he
sat  upright  and  the  head  rush  had  gone.  Then
with  a  determination  not  to  feel  anything  out  of
the ordinary, he turned his gaze to the sleeping elf.

When Micah moved, Phin had released his hold

of him in sleep. Falling to his back, he lay flat on
the bed and appeared dead to the world. Joseph
scanned him for injury but there was nothing. He

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was dressed in loose pants and a shirt and Joseph
blinked. Phin should be wearing a flowing white
shirt and tight black pants. Where had that
thought built from? A memory?

Phin was gorgeous. Sleeping in a stream of light

coming  through  the  half  open  slatted  wooden
blinds  he  was  like  a  god.  His  white  blond  hair,
messy  and  tangled,  was  in  disarray  around  his
face  and  Joseph  could  see  the  point  of  one  ear
poking through. Every  time he met  the annoying
elf, Joseph was blown away by the softness of his
skin, of the slim form with defined muscles, at the
beautiful  silver  eyes.  Phin  looked  exhausted  but
well.  What  the  hell  happened?  Why  was  Phin
here? Why couldn’t Joseph remember a thing?

Phin moved in his sleep and he reached out as

if to find the person who lay next to him. When
his hand met cold space, his eyes flickered open
and his gaze focused on Joseph. He frowned.

“You need to sleep,” he said. His voice was

rough and low and, irritation ran through it.

“I’m not tired,” Joseph said. Then ruined the

confidence in his voice by yawning again.

Phin sighed. “Lie down,” he ordered. Joseph

decided he wasn’t going to move, but with Micah
helping him it suddenly seemed that all his body
wanted  to  do  was  be  horizontal.  Then  Phin
mumbled  something  under  his  breath  which
sounded  suspiciously  like  the  words  idiot  and

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stupid. He touched his finger to Joseph’s chest and
Joseph experience the cool trickle of magic sliding
through his system. He attempted to call his own
power to stop the effects of what was happening
to him. But he couldn’t summon anything and
gave into the sleep that Phin forced onto him.

* * * *

Phin looked over at Micah. “Was he awake long?”

“No.” Micah sat back in his chair. He looked

concerned and Phin waited for the questions.
“Why doesn’t he remember, Phin? What did you
do?”

“I took his memories so he could sleep. He

needs to sleep.”

“But if you have them, how can you sleep?”
“They’re not my memories,” Phin explained.

“It’s easy.” He was lying. The pain he was able to
see  Joseph  experiencing  was  evil  and  he  couldn’t
ignore it, but he was managing to shield most of it
so  he  could  sleep.  He  pushed  himself  up  off  the
bed  and  stood  for  a  second  while  he  centered
himself.  He  didn’t  want  any  more  questions.  He
made  to  leave  the  room,  but  Micah  scrambled  to
his feet and stopped his exit with a firm grip to his
arm. Phin attempted to tug it free.

“Wait,” Micah said firmly.
“What?”

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“Thank you. For bringing Joseph back, for

finding him, for everything.”

“It’s fine.” Finally he shrugged free and

sidestepped Joseph’s twin with a forced smile. His
senses were in overload, his skin felt tight, and the
last thing he needed was to have Micah’s anxiety
added to the horrors already spinning around in
his head.

“I’ll make sure he knows what you did,” Micah

called after him.

Phin stopped for a second on the threshold to

the room. Did he want that? Was he even
interested in Joseph thinking good of him after all
this time?

“He’ll remember when he’s fully healed. I can’t

hold most of the memories forever and they’ll
reform slowly.” All except the memory where
they exchanged I love yous. Phin wasn’t letting that
one go.

Micah nodded his understanding, then retook

his seat in vigil for his brother. When Phin stepped
outside,  the  sun  high  in  the  sky  implied  it  was
near  to  midday  as  was  possible,  but  midday  of
what particular day was something Phin couldn’t
recall. Rolling his shoulders, he wandered around
the  small  town.  Typically  the  first  person  he
walked into was a very pissed Simeon Blue.

The shifter was a long way from home—as an

ambassador from the Second Kingdom to Glitnir,

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he was Phin’s only connection to home. The Feline
Guild had long been loyal to the Elf King. As heir
to that throne Phin could ask for Simeon to be on
his  knees  swearing  loyalty.  If  he  cared,  that  was.
Simeon certainly didn’t fall to his knees, or show
the  respect  Phin’s  birth  status  earned  him
normally.  Instead,  the  shifter  narrowed  his  gaze
and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Phin held up his hands to proclaim innocence

and to defend what he had done in order to get
Joseph out of Glitnir. “I can only port one person,”
he began. “I needed everything to get Joseph out.”

“I know,” Simeon said carefully. He raised a

single  eyebrow.  He  had  a  good  foot on  Phin  and
probably  a  hundred  pounds  of  muscle.  Phin
considered that Simeon was probably going to hit
him, or sit on him, or something. Instead, the cat
shifter  relaxed  his  stance,  then  in  a  quick  move
pulled  his  shirt  over  his  head.  “Look,”  he  said
firmly.

Phin was looking. At acres of bronze skin with

a smattering of gold blond hair. Simeon Blue was
gorgeous.  Phin  rolled  his  tongue  back  in  his
mouth. Simeon Blue may well be gorgeous, but he
wasn’t  Joseph.  Then  Phin  realized  what  Simeon
meant. Right over Simeon’s heart was a perfectly
formed  handprint.  Phin’s  handprint.  Phin  peered
as  close  as  he  dared—just  out  of  arm’s  reach  as
self-preservation kicked in.

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“Sorry,” Phin finally said. “I’ve never used the

whole knocking unconscious thing on a feline
shifter before,” he offered carefully.

“Am I stuck with it?” Simeon didn’t sound

pissed.  In  fact,  he  was  intrigued.  He  ran  a  finger
over  the  mark  and  it  ended  at  his  nipple.
Deliberately,  he  dragged  his  nail  across  the
cinnamon disk and the nub hardened. Phin didn’t
need  to  have  powers  to  see  inside  people’s
thoughts  to  see  Simeon  coming  on  to  him.  Phin
stepped back. Was Simeon really going there?

“It should fade,” Phin said. He went to walk

around, but Simeon held his arm as he moved
past. Phin sighed inwardly—people needed to
stop hanging on to him, he might be small, but he
could zap things in an instant if he wanted to.

Simeon leaned closer and Phin swore he could

hear a soft purr. “Maybe what I need is skin to
skin contact with a cute sexy elf to make it all
better,” Simeon said with a smirk.

Phin opened his mouth to respond. Then shut it

again. Joseph was front and center in his mind—
no room for anyone else. So what did he say to
that blatant come on? “I’m in a…I’m…thank
you…but…no.”

Simeon released his hold with a chuckle and

Phin  moved  away  at  speed.  As  he  turned  the
corner,  he  glanced  back.  Simeon  stood  there,
staring  with  a  feral  grin  pasted  on  his  face,  then

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with a wave he turned and walked in the opposite
direction.

The town of Winterhill wasn’t big, maybe a

thousand  souls,  a  mix  of  fae  and  human  that  co-
existed  peacefully.  Far  enough  away  from  Glitnir
to remain  left alone, but close enough so that the
Underground had access to the city, the town was
quiet and a comfortable place to stay.

None of the residents would see Phin—well

they  could,  but  Phin  had  dealt  with  that.  They
would  see  nothing  more  than  someone  they
thought  they  knew,  but  couldn’t  remember  why.
Magic was his skill and one he was happy to use.
No  one  in  their  small  group  wanted  the  town  in
peril—which is what it would be if anyone found
out they were there.

Phin managed to avoid meeting up with any of

the rest of the group and he was grateful for that.
He  knew  Connor  was  around—the  wolf  was
never  far  from  Micah.  Levi  was  here  somewhere
as well. Levi. He was going to be angry with Phin
for  knocking  him  unconscious  and  leaving  him
behind. Hell, at least when they met, Levi would
be  just  angry  and  not  spend  his  time  making
advances towards Phin, like Simeon had. Levi was
holed  up  somewhere  with  Declan.  That  just  left
Joseph.

He didn’t want to think about Joseph. No two

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Paranormal 101 and taught to every child whether
Glitnir  or  Second  Kingdom.  Same  accepted
understanding  as  the  old  rule  of  werewolves  not
ending up being physical with vampires. Come to
think of it, weren’t incubi supposed  to keep their
sex  lives  in  species  as  well?  Of  course  he  and
Joseph  had  never  really  made  it  past  the  whole
attraction  stage.  Both  hiding  from  the  world  the
fact  they  had  magic.  They  may  well  have  fallen
hard  and  fast  with  a  need  so  strong  it  knocked
Phin  backwards,  but  the  ingrained  rules  made
them stop. Then of course, there was Ethan. That
had ended things between Joseph and Phin before
they could even start.

Didn’t stop the fascination Phin had for Joseph

or the need to love the sexy vampire.

Finally he made it to the small place that he was

using  as  his  home.  Why  he  bothered  having  a
space  to  call  his  own  he  didn’t  know  but  Joseph
had insisted that each member of the team had a
place with the town. Team…Joseph  thought Phin
was  loyal  to  his  vision  of  a  new  future,  with  the
corruption

washed

away,

where

each

supernatural or human lived in peace—a Utopia
that Phin doubted could ever happen.

Phin wasn’t Underground in the true sense of

the word. He was a son escaping a destiny he
didn’t want. He hated sitting on his hands and he
wanted in on the action, but at the same time he

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tired  of  all  the  plotting  and  planning  and  the
complicated politics of this anti-Glitnir revolution.
He  left  all  that  stuff  to  Joseph.  Phin  was  happy
playing  the  part  of  the  awkward  one  who  didn’t
listen to orders.

Anyway, why would he, Orophin Tiwele, listen

to  anyone?  He  was  heir  to  the  entire  Second
Kingdom.  Elves,  the  Feline  Guild,  an  army  of
blood  demons,  an  entire  country  to  rule.  He  was
just here because…

And that was the problem. After keeping

Asher’s secrets and seeing what his own father did
to those who dared to confront his iron grip on his
kingdom he’d become disillusioned with his own
home.

He’d run away from his destiny to make a new

one,  met  Joseph  and  believed  that  was  it.  The
place  he  needed  to  be.  Then  with  his  own  father
sending  blood  demons  after  him  to  bring  Phin
home  and  putting  a  price  on  his  head?  Was  he
only here because he had to be to stay away from
the place he was born. Or was he here because he
wanted to be?

Angrily he paced his small home. His headache

was worse and the oppressive feeling that he had
fucked up again had him clenching his teeth in
frustration. Simeon didn’t seem to be furious that
Phin had knocked him out. That was one down,
but he’d yet to talk to Levi. All this talk of teams,

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but  Phin  didn’t  do  teamwork.  He  didn’t  need  it.
He  was  more  powerful  than  any  one  of  the
Underground,  or  any  of  the  overpaid  underused
Glitnir  representatives.  He  was  stronger  than  his
father, and the entire race of elves that had turned
their backs on Phin because he had run.

He shut the wooden blinds and the lessening of

sunlight in his eyes was a welcome relief. Bands of
tension  circled  his  head  and  his  shoulders  were
tight. All the memories he had temporarily taken
from Joseph spun in his thoughts and he couldn’t
understand how Joseph had survived any of what
Phin  could  see.  So  much  pain  and  anguish,  and
seeing Joseph watch the torturous images pushed
at  him  was  more  than  he  could  cope  with.  The
worst  image  was  of  him  and  Asher,  ending  with
Phin’s throat being ripped out. The throat ripping
wasn’t  the  bad  part.  Seeing  a  vision  of  him  and
Asher  together  made  him  feel  ill.  Joseph  must
have those thoughts in  his head for  Ludvik to be
able to manipulate the image to create the hell he
had thrown Joseph into.

Joseph. He hadn’t been lying to the vampire

when he had been inside the labyrinth of a dying
Joseph’s  mind.  He  did  love  the  infuriating
vampire, he had done  so from the first time they
met each other, but Joseph had chosen Ethan. Phin
wasn’t going to fight a dead man’s ghost.

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Then there was Asher. Phin had let Joseph

think  things  that  weren’t  true,  just  to  save  face.
One  mistake.  He’d  blown  everything.  And  now
Joseph was leading this little revolution of theirs—
expanding the number of supernaturals involved,
using his powers in a limited way and doing what
was  right.  Becoming  a  damn  hero  and  moving
further away from Phin with each day.

And what was Phin doing? Sitting in the

darkened room tossing a ball of fire in the air with
the casual air of someone who didn’t know how
dangerous it was to be using magic in public.

He wasn’t responsible. He was fun, and happy,

and focused…and on the run…and tired.

There was a knock on the door and Levi’s voice

accompanied the noise. “Phin? You in there?”

“No,” he called. He wasn’t technically lying,

when  he  then  made  sure  he  wasn’t  in  the  room.
He  focused  on  the  one  person  he  wanted  to  see
and felt the familiar tug at the pit of his stomach as
he  left  Winterhill  and  ported  into  the  Badlands,
right into the one place he felt calm. Asher’s home.

The door to the bathroom was shut, the shower

running, and Phin knocked on the door. “Asher?
Are you in there?” He shouted so Asher could
hear him over the noise of the water.

“Gods, Orophin,” Asher’s voice was strangled

and tense. “Go away, I’m in the shower.”

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“You getting off?” Phin said quickly. Sure

sounded like Asher was doing something if his
growly sex voice was any indication.

“I’m busy.”
“You’re in there alone, it can’t be much fun,”

Phin deadpanned. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” This time

Asher’s tone had changed to include irritation.

“I need to talk to you.”
“Fuck you, Phin,” Asher snarled.
Phin heard cursing and the noises of Asher

turning  off  the  water  and  climbing  out  of  the
shower.  Moving  away  from  the  door,  he  made
himself comfortable on the bed. Asher was going
to  be  as  mad  as  a  poked  sleeping  bear  when  he
exited that bathroom. Even worse because he had
been mid-wank and probably had blue balls now.

This couldn’t wait. Asher was the only person

he  could  trust  with  all  the  confusion  swirling  in
Phin’s head at the moment. Closing his eyes, Phin
concentrated on the pain in his head as much as he
could,  then  nudged  it  to  one  side.  Opening  a
mental box, he slid in all of Joseph’s memories and
the  things  that  made  Phin’s  skin  tight  with
emotion, then shut the lid.

“You look like shit,” Asher snapped.
Phin opened his eyes, then smiled. Asher didn’t

look like temper had driven him from the

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bathroom, if anything, the harsh words were
softened by his concerned expression.

“I dream walked,” Phin explained. “Was a hero

and all that kind of thing.”

Asher pulled the towel away from his waist,

then slid on pants. Pulling a scarlet shirt over his
head, he used the towel to scrub at his short dark
hair.

“That shirt brings out the red in your eyes,”

Phin teased.

“Fuck you Phin,” Asher said without heat.

Asher crossed to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle
of green liquid and two glasses. Pouring a little of
the  liquid  into  each,  he  passed  one  to  Phin,  then
sat in the chair at the end of the bed with his own.
Sipping  his  own  drink,  Asher  sat  patiently.  He
was  an  expert  in  saying  nothing  and  waiting  for
Phin to talk.

“How’s your wound?” Phin asked first. The last

time he’d seen Asher, he’d sent him home with
death only a few steps away.

Asher inclined his head. “Healed. Although I’m

not sure the King was that impressed by having to
deal with it.”

“Then he shouldn’t have sent you to find me,”

Phin said tiredly. He moved the glass and
watched the green liquid move in smooth circles
before settling again. He’d never liked this stuff, a
combination of pure alcohol, sage and leaf, but to

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blood demons, it was nectar. He took a small sip
and breathed through the burn as it traveled down
his throat.

“You couldn’t help what happened,” Asher

said gently.

“I told Levi and Declan to stay at the bottom of

the peak, but they didn’t.” Phin sighed. “I should
have knocked them unconscious.” Although how
he would have explained that was another matter.
“Are you okay?”

Asher ignored the question. Instead he focused

on Phin and turned the question back at him. “Are
you okay? I had to make it look good you know,
that I was really trying to retrieve you, in case I
was seen.”

Phin waved the words away. “I just wish you

didn’t have to pretend,” Phin replied. He was safe
here  with  the  wards  he’d  placed  around  Asher’s
home  many  years  before.  No  one  in  the  Second
Kingdom  could  clear  what  Phin  had  created.  No
one was strong enough. In this small house in the
middle of the capital city, they were safe.

“Are we doing this again?” Asher asked softly.

“This is the way it has to be until your father
passes. Then when you are King—”

“Stop Asher,” Phin interrupted. “I don’t want

to be King. I’m not the oldest.”

Gods, this argument was an old one. Phin may

not be the oldest of the King’s two sons, but he

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was the only pure blood elf. The other brother? A
bastard born out of wedlock and no more
accepted as the King’s son than a total stranger.

Asher shrugged. He clearly wasn’t ready to

debate this again. “Why are you here, Phin?” he
asked instead.

“Joseph,” he blurted out.
“Color me surprised,” Asher said dryly. “You

only ever visit when it’s about Joseph.”

“That’s not true,” Phin began. “I visited

when…”  he  stopped.  Attempting  to  recall  the
times  he’d  visited  Asher  like  this,  he  actually
couldn’t remember once when he’d come without
having  just  left  Joseph  for  one reason  or  another.
Shame  had  his  hanging  his  head.  Asher  didn’t
deserve  this.  Phin  should  come  and  see  him  just
because he could. He felt the bed dip as Asher sat
down  next  to  him  and  leaned  back  against  the
headboard.

“I’m teasing you, Phin,” Asher said gently.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Phin shook his head. “He was dying, and he’d

done what I would do, he’d hidden his magic, and
he couldn’t heal. So I dream walked and I saw…”
He shuddered, then placed the drink on the
cabinet by the bed. Emotion built inside him and,
when Asher put his arm around Phin’s shoulder,
Phin leaned into the welcome hug. “Chains. All

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these chains, cutting into him, and I told him
things. I said I loved him. He said he loved me.”

“Ahh,” Asher said with his infuriating all-

knowing  voice.  “So  finally  the  two  of  you  admit
what  you  have  been  keeping  inside  for  years.
What  did  he  say  when  he  woke  up?”  Phin
groaned  and  turned  his  face  so  he  could  hide  in
Asher’s shirt. “Phin?” Asher prompted. “What did
he say?”

“I took the memory,” Phin admitted. “I took all

the memories of what he’d been through so he
could heal.”

“Gods, Phin, you can’t do that. You need to

give them back.”

“He mentioned love in a dream Ash, he didn’t

mean it.”

“Go back to him, give him the memory back

and see where it goes. Isn’t it finally time for the
two of you to stop the dance and give in to each
other.”

Phin groaned again. If only it was that easy.

“He chose Ethan over me,” Phin said tiredly.

“He had his reasons, Phin, you have to know

that. Ethan was a human, he needed protection
and the Underground needed his skill with
language.”

“I know that,” Phin snapped. “I get he was this

fragile human who Joseph had affection for and
wanted to protect, I get Ethan was this gorgeous

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sexy brilliant man who could help translate with
Micah. I get all that. But it went further for Joseph.
He chose Ethan and told me he had made his
choice.”

“Ethan died,” Asher said gently. “Joseph tried

to keep him safe is all. You’re both free men. Give
him back his memory of what you both said and
begin to make a life for yourself.”

“Thing is…” Gods, this was hard. “I lied to him.

That day when he told me he was putting Ethan
ahead of us. I lied and said I was with someone
anyway, and that I didn’t care.”

“He would have seen you were lying, wouldn’t

he? You told me Joseph has incredible perception,
as well as a body built for sex, gorgeous eyes, a
tight ass…I can go on.” Asher laughed as he
spoke.

“No he wouldn’t have,” Phin said miserably.

“See, I lied to him, but I used someone I loved
anyway and he wouldn’t have known the
difference.”

Silence. Asher said nothing. He was evidently

mulling over what Phin had just said.

Finally Asher spoke, his voice soft, “What did

you do, Phin?”

Phin swallowed and hoped he would make it

through the next few minutes alive. “I told him I
was with you. It was the easiest option. I love you
and it was the only thing I could think of on the

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spur of the moment. He hates blood demons so it
was  perfect.”  Phin  tensed.  He  hadn’t  exactly
meant  to  add  that  last  bit.  Vampires  and  blood
demons  were  actually  connected  a  thousand
generations  before.  Vampires  had  created  the
blood  demons  as  walking  doners.  Then    while
vampires  chose  to  assimilate,  blood  demons
reveled  in  their  need  for  blood.  Well,  all  except
Asher that was.

“Let me get this straight,” Asher said

deceptively calm. “You told the man you love, a
vampire, that you were in love with me, a blood
demon, so that you could do what?”

“Make it look like I didn’t care,” Phin said

gently. When I cared so much. When it broke my
heart into a million pieces for Joseph to offer
protection to Ethan.

“Phin, look at me.” Asher was insistent. Phin

finally  pulled  away  from  his  face  hiding  position
and  stared  into  Asher’s  clear  green  eyes.  “You
need  to  tell  him  who  I  am,  so  he  understands,
make him see.”

“I’ve lied for so long now,” Phin said

helplessly.

“You want to save face?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.”
“You love Joseph. You want to have something

with him? As much of a future as you can have in
the middle of planning a revolution?”

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“I’m not planning a revolution,” Phin answered

quickly.  Asher  quirked  a  brow,  then  frowned.
Phin  sighed.  Asher  knew  Phin  was  lying  to
himself.  Phin  was  as  much  a  part  of  the
Underground  as  Joseph,  or  Micah,  or  Simeon.
“Okay, so maybe I am part of it all.”

“Tell him. Just say…Joseph, you know I told

you  I  was  sleeping  with  Asher,  well  actually  I’m
not.  I  lied  to  you  to  save  face.  Because  you  see,
Asher  is  my  half-brother  and  even  though  I  love
him  because  he  is  great,  it’s  a  brother  bond  and
not  a  fucking  bond  that  we  have.  Only  don’t  tell
anyone  because  only  he  and  I  know  and  if  the
King knew there was another claim on the Second
Kingdom  throne,  then  he  would  remove  Asher’s
head from his neck.”

Phin couldn’t take his eyes off Asher’s face as

he spoke. Although his brother was laughing as he
spoke, Phin could see the passion in his eyes.

“He’ll kill me,” Phin said.
Asher held out a hand and Phin took it in a firm

grip,  lacing  their  fingers.  When  he  was  five,  he’d
known he had a connection to Asher. The demon
was part of the royal guard, a young trainee, and
Phin could tell they were brothers even then. His
best  friend  and,  between  them,  they  had  a  secret
that  both  would  take  to  their  graves.  Phin  was
pureblood  elf,  Asher  a  mix  of  elf  and  blood
demon,  although  the  elf  side  of  him  was

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oseph turned over in bed and, the other half of
the sheets were icy cold. Huffing in

disappointment  that  Phin  wasn’t  still  here,  he
heard a chuckle and turned back to face a smiling
Micah.  Obviously  having  Phin  next  to  him,
touching him, had been some kind of dream.

“You wake up and you instantly reach for

Phin,” he said.

Joseph scowled, “I was not.”
“Whatever gets you through the day,” Micah

said with a shrug and a smile.

“What happened?” Joseph changed the subject.

Micah was far too perceptive for his own good
and his twin knew exactly what to say to get a rise
out of him.

Micah considered him thoughtfully. “How

much do you remember?”

Joseph frowned and thought hard. His

memories were confused. He focused in on the

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last thing he remembered. “I closed the portal. I
could see you and Levi at the other end safe, but I
felt magic at my back and I knew if I didn’t close
the portal down whoever was behind us could
have followed us through.”

“Apart from me railing at you for doing that,

what else do you recall?”

“Nothing,” Joseph offered. He lifted a hand and

examined the faint crisscross tracing of marks on
his skin. A darker band circled his wrist. He had
nothing. How did he get the marks? “Tell me what
happened?”

“You were captured and tortured,” Micah

summarized.  Joseph  narrowed  his  gaze  and
focused  on  his  brother’s  expression.  Micah  was
attempting  to  keep  his  emotions  in  check,  but
Joseph  could  see  something.  An  imperceptible
tightening  of  Micah’s  lips,  a  barely  there  flash  of
pain in his eyes.

“How long?”
“Three days, four. Turns out Ludvik Peitrol has

magic and he wanted you to expose your own
skills.”

“Why can’t I remember?” Joseph linked all the

things  together  that  meant  he  was  suffering
memory  loss,  but  there  were  no  shadows  of  the
memories  in  his  head.  Something,  or  someone,
had  scrubbed  his  head  clean.  Then  the  ghost  of

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Phin from his dream made sense. “What did Phin
do?”

“Dream walked, reunited your inner self with

your magic so you could get better, took memories
that meant you weren’t healing.”

Anger and frustration mixed with gratitude and

the combination wasn’t a good one.

“He shouldn’t have done that,” Joseph

snapped.

“What did you want me to do? Leave you to

die?”

Micah swiveled to face Phin and Joseph turned

his  head  slower.  Phin  was  a  sight  for  sore  eyes.
Smaller  than  Joseph,  but  feisty,  his  elf  was
stunning.  His  long  blond  hair  fell  past  his
shoulders  and  his  eyes  held  a  determination
Joseph hadn’t seen in Phin before.

“Yes,” Joseph said immediately. “You don’t put

your powers in jeopardy for me. The
Underground needs you whole and alive.”

“The Underground needs me?” Phin said

incredulously. “What the hell is that supposed to
mean?”

Micah stood. He’d been looking from Phin to

Joseph and back again and obviously saw this
wasn’t going to go well. “I’ll leave you alone.”

“You don’t have to go,” Joseph said

immediately.

“Yes he does,” Phin snapped.

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“I’m gone.” Micah pulled the door shut behind

him and suddenly Joseph was alone with the one
person he attempted to avoid if at all possible.

“So, carry on with how you think I shouldn’t

have  used  everything  at  my  disposal  to  get  the
leader  of  this  Underground  group  out  of  harm’s
way?  How  are  you  supposed  to  fix  everything  if
you are dead?”

Joseph listened to the words coming out of

Phin’s mouth, but none of them made a lot of
sense. There was an imperative here that Phin was
just not seeing.

“Well you tell me how the heir to the Second

Kingdom, and the only hope we have of finally
bringing them and Glitnir together, was stupid
enough to put himself in harm’s way?”

“I won’t bother again,” Phin snapped. “I’ll just

leave  your  blood  sucking  vamp  ass  chained  to  a
ceiling and bleeding to death, while a Kappa rips
your  magic  out  through  each  tear  in  your  soul,
then  laugh  when  you  disappear  into  nothing.”
Temper colored every word, then Phin turned on
his heel to leave.

“Give me my memories back,” Joseph

demanded before Phin could leave.

“You want them?” Phin spun on his heel and

crossed to the bed before slapping his hand flat on
Joseph’s chest.

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Joseph arched off the bed as pain and agony

coursed  through  him.  Every  single  thing  that
Ludvik had done, from the visions to the torture,
every  slice  and  cut  and  threat  tumbled  back  into
place in sensory overload all in one go. He heard
himself  scream  and  writhe  to  get  away  from
Phin’s touch.

“No,” Phin’s voice cut through, “No, I’m sorry,

no…”

Then nothing.

“Joseph? Can you hear me?” Phin’s worried

tone was inside his head and his arms were
wrapped around Joseph firmly. “Gods, I’m sorry.
That was stupid. You made me angry, I’m sorry.
Come back now. Before Micah kills me.”

“Mmph,” Joseph muttered. The actual pain had

left his body, but the sense memory still swum in
his fractured thoughts. Tears forced their way
through his tightly shut eyes.

“Don’t, please,” Phin begged. The elf tightened

his hold, then Joseph could swear he felt a kiss on
top of his head.

“Freaking Dwarf,” he managed to force out. He

felt Phin’s chuckle as it rumbled in his chest. His
senses were back on the level and suddenly Phin’s
hold was less support and more close touch.

“I’m an elf,” Phin returned quickly. “Ass hole.”

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The familiar response had Joseph feeling more

grounded. He turned a little in Phin’s hold and
buried his face into the elf’s chest.

Phin continued, “I’m sorry. Genuinely. That

was awful to dump everything back in there.”

“All in one go,” Joseph mumbled. “Done now.”
The scent of Phin was overwhelming, fresh air,

sage,  a  hint  of  alcohol.  All  Joseph  wanted  to  do
was  taste  the  warm  skin,  then  fall  asleep  next  to
the sexy elf.

“I have another one,” Phin murmured softly.
“Another memory?”
“Just one. I kept it back.”
“Why?” Joseph was getting sleepy. Seems like

all he wanted was to sleep. He had things to do.
He needed to talk to Simeon about the Feline
Guild, he needed to get the wolf shifter, Nicholas
Tarrant, to get him to commit himself to the cause.
But he was so tired.

“I’ll give it back to you tomorrow.”

* * * *

Phin cuddled Joseph close and wasn’t surprised
when the door opened and Micah slipped in.

“I heard him scream,” he said without

explanation.

“I gave him back his memories,” Phin

explained.

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“Is he okay?” Micah crossed and pressed a

hand to Joseph’s forehead.

“Sleep and he’ll be back in it tomorrow, saving

the world one kingdom at a time.” Phin was tired
and his usual sarcasm filter had slipped.

Micah frowned. “Why do you do that?”
“What? What did I do now?” Phin was sure it

was going to be some awful failing that yet
someone else had seen.

“You risked your life for the Underground, you

went and retrieved Joseph, you nearly died, why
do you pretend this resistance movement means
nothing to you?”

“I didn’t do it for the Underground. I did it for

Joseph.”

“You should tell him that,” Micah said softly.

“He’s not whole without you.”

“Stow that touchy feely crap, vampire,” Phin

said with a snarl. “We all made our choices.”

“If you mean Ethan—”
“Gods, leave it alone.”
“If you mean Ethan, then there was a lot you

couldn’t know there. Ethan had a gift and he
needed protection. Yes, Joseph loved him, but not
like he loved you. You broke his heart when you
chose Asher over him.”

Phin reined in the sharp retort that burned on

his tongue. He was tired of all the lies and people
telling him what he should or shouldn’t be doing.

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When Joseph woke up, he was going to be honest
with the vamp and give him back that one
memory Phin had withheld. The time was now to
commit to one thing or the other, and to see if
maybe Joseph wanted the same thing.

“You don’t know a thing about me and Asher,”

Phin said tiredly.

“We would if you actually talked about him,”

Micah pointed out. “When Joseph wakes—if he is
well enough—he and I need to try opening the
Journal Of Days.”

“You think you and Joseph actually are the

vampire twins from the prophesies?” Phin wasn’t
actually asking a question, not really. He was
convinced that Joseph was meant for great things.

“I hope so, then I hope not. The fate of Glitnir

and the Second Kingdom on our shoulders?”
Micah shook his head slowly and closed his eyes,
“I’m not sure I’m ready to be that person.”

Phin glanced down at a sleeping Joseph, who

was snuggled in so close that there was no space
between  them.  An  overwhelming  despair  filtered
through  him.  Phin  knew  the  prophesies  well,
force-fed them by an overzealous teacher when he
was  a  child.  The  twins.  The  sacrifices.  The  new
world  order.  He  wasn’t  completely  sure  he  was
ready to be part of that either. Not unless he had
Joseph  by  his  side.  Then  everything  seemed
possible.

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“I’ll find you when he wakes up,” Phin said

After I give him back the one memory that could
mean everything, or nothing. The I love yous.

“Thank you.” And with that, Micah left the

room.

Suddenly it was just him and Joseph again.

Joseph  shifted  in  his  sleep  until  he  was  literally
half on top of Phin with his leg laid across Phin’s.
Having  the  man  he  loved  this  close  to  him  was
torture,  especially  when  he  knew  that  Joseph
would  be  horrified  to  know  what  he  was  doing.
He  didn’t  want  Joseph’s  hate  or  mistrust.  Asher
was  right.  Now  was  the  time  to  tell  Joseph  the
truth and see what Joseph wanted.

Phin closed his eyes. Unexpectedly he couldn’t

wait for Joseph to wake up.

“Another memory you said,” Joseph snapped at

him. Phin woke with a start. “You kept a memory,
after deciding to dump everything into me all in
one go just because you were pissed at me.”

For a second Phin had to remember where he

was and why Joseph was looming over him with
an expression of distrust and anger on his face.

“I said I was sorry,” Phin murmured in quick

defense. “I need the bathroom.” He slid out from
under Joseph and crossed to the small half bath.
He pushed the door shut to create the barrier he
needed. Joseph had certainly woken up recalling a

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lot  of  things  he  was  angry  about.  Phin  guessed
that was just about par for the course. He brushed
his  teeth  and  smiled  wryly  at  the  lube  in  the
cabinet.  If  only  he  had  a  use  for  that.  Joseph  and
he had never actually…

“You going to be all day?” Joseph called

through the door.

Phin grimaced at his reflection and opened the

door.  Joseph  stalked  in  and  relieved  his  bladder
and Phin slipped back out into the room. He was
still dressed and the last few days were a blur of
time. He had no idea when he had last showered.
A quick wave of his hand and he felt magic trickle
through him and he felt better, cleaner, fresher. He
hovered by the bed and was so lost in thought he
was  surprised  by  Joseph  grabbing  his  arm  and
turning  him.  Evidently  he,  too,  had  taken
advantage of the fact that he had enough magic in
him  to  stop  the  need  for  a  shower  when  all  he
wanted to do was talk. His dark hair was neat and
flat  in  the  usual  style,  his  blue  eyes  full  of
questions.

“Give it back to me,” he demanded. Phin didn’t

even pretend to not know what Joseph was talking
about.

“Before I do,” Phin started, “you have to know

that this was inside your head, when I was trying
to reunite you with your powers. It could mean
nothing.” Or everything, he added silently.

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Joseph held out a hand, palm upwards, and

tilted his head in expectation. Phin placed his own
palm  to  Joseph’s,  then,  with  conscious  effort,  he
released  the  scene  where  he  had  been  his  most
honest with Joseph.

At first Joseph blinked in surprise as he

searched for it in amongst everything else. Then
his eyes widened. Phin shared the memory at the
same time. He heard Joseph’s voice as the memory
began.

I loved you so much it didn’t matter what you called

me.

I loved you, too.

I still love you.
You can’t. You chose Ethan, I chose Asher. We

couldn’t be together.

I loved Ethan, but he wasn’t you, Phin.
Joseph stepped back and broke the connection.

“That’s nothing new,” he dismissed. Phin could
see the confusion on Joseph’s face even though his
words were so final. “And like you said, it isn’t
real.”

Phin snapped. One second he was feeling sorry

for  himself  and  blaming  himself  for  everything
wrong  with  this,  when  suddenly  Joseph’s  words
made  him  furious.  Forget  the  fact  that  dire
warning existed if two people with magic fucked.
He wanted something. Now.

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He shoved Joseph and caught him off guard.

Joseph broke the stumble by reaching for the wall.
Another  shove  and  Joseph  was  flat  against  the
wall.  Phin  kicked  Joseph’s  feet  apart  and,  on  the
same level at last,  Phin cradled Joseph’s face and
kissed  him.  Not  the  careful  gentle  kiss  he  had
imagined  in  his  fantasies  where  they  loved  each
other  and  were  together.  No,  this  kiss  was  hard
and brutal, and he recognized he’d  drawn blood.
His  tongue  smoothed  and  licked  inside  Joseph’s
mouth, finding the taste of the vampire, running it
over  the  descended  canines  and  reveling  in  the
struggle  of  Joseph  against  him.  When  the  tussle
and  push  became  consent  and  Joseph  began
kissing Phin back it was a match to kindling.

Joseph got with the plan quicker than light. In

seconds it was Phin pressed against the wall, and
Phin  struggling  for  dominance.  Their  kisses  had
always  been  incendiary,  but  this  was  combustion
off  the  scale.  Joseph  scooped  him  up  and  Phin
wrapped  his  legs  around  the  vamp’s  waist.  The
feel  of  Joseph  harder than  iron  against  Phin’s  ass
made  Phin  mewl  with  excitement.  They’d  never
gone  further  than  kissing,  but  this…this  was
different.  Joseph  wanted  him,  not  Ethan,  he
wanted  to  kiss  and  taste  and  steal  every  breath
from Phin.

They reached the bed and Phin clambered

down, but refused to let go of Joseph. There was

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no  way  he  was  going  to  let  Joseph  think  about
what  he  was  doing.  That  would  stop  them.  As
quickly as  he could with one hand,  he pushed at
his  pants  and  Joseph  climbed  onto  the  bed  and
imprisoned  him  in  a  cage  of  his  arms  and  body.
The weight of Joseph intoxicated him, and the rub
of their hard cocks against each other was enough
to  have  Phin  desperate  for  more.  A  snap  of  his
finger  and  the  lube  from  the  cabinet  was  in  his
hand.  He  pressed  it  into  Joseph’s  grip  and  when
Joseph reared back, Phin shook his head.

“In me,” he demanded, “Gods, Jo, please.” The

added  entreaty  was  enough  to  push  through
Joseph’s  shock  and  in  seconds  they  were  naked
and  against  each  other.  They  kissed  and  rutted
and everything was explosive and now, no gentle
touches  or  whispered  words.  Joseph’s  expression
was  intense  and  focused  and  he  kissed  his  way
down Phin’s body until without ceremony he had
swallowed Phin’s hard cock down his throat. Phin
arched  up  into  the  hold  and  flailed  to  bury  his
fingers in Joseph’s hair. With a firm grip, he could
feel  the  vamp  moving  on  him  and  the  scrape  of
teeth  along  the  length  of  his  cock  pushed  him
dangerously close to coming in seconds.

Joseph slicked his fingers and pressed them

inside. Not one, but as many as he needed, and
quick, he twisted them inside and pushed deeper
until he could stroke Phin inside. Everything was

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too much, sensation, lust, need, that final moment
when  he  was  on  the  edge  when  Joseph  removed
the  sucking  grip  he  had  on  Phin  and  instead
buried his fangs into Phin’s inner thigh.

Phin yelled in pain and his orgasm retreated.

Fire  rushed  to  the  bite  and  Joseph  sucked  at  the
blood there. Pain turned to a burning lust. Joseph
sucking  him  hard,  the  flow  of  blood  pumping
hard.  Another  finger,  but  Phin  couldn’t  move,  he
was  pinned,  between  being  impaled  on  Joseph’s
fingers and held still by fangs into his skin he was
stone  still.  Joseph  stopped  sucking  and  lifted  his
head  briefly  and  Phin  could  see  blood  darkening
Joseph’s lips an obscene scarlet. Joseph licked the
blood away, then he shuffled so he was up on his
knees, bent at an awkward angle with his fingers
still  inside  Phin’s  ass.  With  his  free  hand,  he
coated himself in slick and, eyes darkened in lust,
he  pulled  his  fingers  out  and  pushed  his  cock
inside in one quick move.

Phin pressed a fist to his mouth. He wanted to

scream, to yell his lust  for everyone to hear. This
was nothing like any experience he had ever had.
Joseph  set  up  a  quick  rhythm  and  Phin  pushed
back as much as he was able. If anything, he was
literally  along  for  the  ride.  Phin  circled  his  cock
and  held  it  firm  allowing  the  motion  of  Joseph
fucking him to push him into the hold. His orgasm
roared through him and he leaned up at the peak.

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He wanted to kiss Joseph, but Joseph pulled back
a little and his neck muscles corded as he came
deep inside Phin. They stayed that way for a few
seconds before Joseph pulled out gently. That was
the only gentle part of the whole thing.

“I knew it would be good,” Joseph said firmly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Me, too,” Phin answered. He allowed affection

to  drip  from  his  words,  but  evidently  Joseph
wasn’t  ready  for  that.  In  a  hurried  move,  Joseph
got up off the bed and dressed.

“I have to go find Micah,” he said in

explanation. Then he left the room.

With come cool on his belly and the trickle of

Joseph’s  come  out  of  his  ass,  Phin  lay  absolutely
still.  He  thought  they  had  connected.  That
something  special  had  happened.  Joseph  had
walked out like nothing mattered.

Phin closed his eyes shut. It was all his fault. He

shouldn’t have lost him temper. Yet again he’d
fucked up. He wished Asher was here.

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Chapter Seven

oseph stumbled away from the room and
blindly made his way down the stairs. He felt

sick. All he could see in his head was Phin having
his  throat  ripped  out,  Micah  being  carved  into
pieces,  and  all  the  other  things  that  Ludvik  had
pushed into his head.

What had he done? He’d tasted Phin’s blood.

Hot and sweet it was like nectar to him. Coursing
through  his  veins  and  he  was  overloading  big
time. He’d had synth since he was a child, this was
too much. Then to see Phin sprawled on the bed.
Alive and fucked out. All he’d wanted was to lay
next  to  the  elf  and  love  him  again.  With  tender
touches and all the love he felt inside. But he felt
guilt.  All  he  felt  was  nasty  vicious  remorse  that
ripped at the inside of him. He sensed Micah was
close. He’d deliberately blocked his twin when he
was fucking Phin and he wasn’t sure he was ready
to lower the block so Micah could find him hiding

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in the alley behind the apartment. He needed
peace. Quiet. Some hole where he could a grip.

He owed Phin an apology. The damn elf was

under  his  skin,  annoying  and  poking,  and
insistent  that  Joseph  feel  something.  Feeling
helped  no  one.  Feeling  got  Ethan  killed.  Joseph
had a job to do. His destiny, if the prophesies were
to be believed. Finally having a handle of the bile
rising inside him, and with his mask to the world
in  place,  he  walked  out  and  found  Micah.  They
hugged in welcome.

“Good to see you up and awake,” Micah said.

“Although you look like shit still.” Joseph
punched his brother on the arm. He was used to
the teasing. Micah leaned in to him and frowned.
“Did you get blood?”

Fuck. He’d forgotten that. “Phin,” he said

quickly. “Donated,” he lied.

Micah nodded. He wasn’t arguing or

questioning that. He quickly changed the subject.

“We have the journal and we probably need to

see if we can open the damn thing.”

Joseph rolled his shoulders. “So we can see if

we are the all-powerful vampire twins set to
reunite the two broken kingdoms,” he
deadpanned.

“Yeah,” Micah smirked, “something like that.”
They walked to the library and Levi, Declan,

and Connor were already there, standing in a

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huddle in front of a locked iron box. Simeon stood
apart  from  them  with  his  arms  crossed  over  his
chest. He looked wary, but that was probably the
whole  cat/wolf  shifter  issue.  The  box  was  small
and therefore the journal couldn’t be that big. Yet
it  held  the  entire  history  of  days  since  it  was
begun,  of  the  vampires,  the  struggles,  the  early
days of Glitnir becoming a separate kingdom. And
hopefully,  proof  that Ethan’s  death  was  part  of  a
much bigger conspiracy.

One by one the others shook Joseph’s hand and

gave  him  their  good  wishes.  Connor,  he  pulled
into  a  hug—he  really  liked  his  twin’s  lover—and
they  slapped  backs.  Then  it  was  time  to  see  if  he
and  Micah  could  open  the  journal.  No  one  had
ever  opened  it.  It  was  spelled  shut,  with  every
day’s entry magically inserted inside. Early Glitnir
had  no  trust  for  the  vampires  and  this  was  how
Glitnir dealt with it. Evidence of everything in one
place, only to be opened in the direst of times.

“Is that now?” Micah asked doubtfully. Joseph

realized he must have spoken out loud. Micah was
right to question this. Was it right that they open
the book if they could? The direst of times? Was
this personal? Did Joseph just want to find out
who had ordered Ethan dead, and which vampire
had carried it out?

“Glitnir is corrupt,” Joseph said simply. “If we

are the twins of prophesy, then our Underground

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movement is just about to get one hell of a lot
bigger.”

“The Second Kingdom is ready for this.”
Joseph turned to see Phin sauntering down the

nearest aisle. He was showing no side effects of
being freshly fucked and used by a vampire with a
grudge. In fact he had a familiar mask over his
emotions. Joseph didn’t have time to wonder why
that fact caused him anxiety and sadness.

“If we get this open, and it proves the leader of

the Vampire Council, Cassius, is in conspiracy
with Ludvik to take control of Glitnir, what do we
do next?” This question was from Levi who had a
hard grip on Declan’s hand.

“I wish I could say that I know,” Joseph said

quietly. “We fight. We stop this. We get the
Second Kingdom and Glitnir back as one, the
Feline Guild, the elves…” he paused and glanced
over at Phin who had a look of determination on
his face. “I don’t know,” he finished helplessly.

“Well, guys, none of this means anything if

Micah and Joseph aren’t our guys,” Phin said with
a shake of his head. “Come on. Do your stuff.”

Micah opened the box and lifted out the

contents.  A  small  slim  leather  bound  journal,
scarlet in color and with no embossed description,
slipped  free  from  a  nest  of  silk.  He  looked  at  it
closely.  “There’s  no  lock,”  he  said,  disappointed.
He  opened  it  and  flicked  through  pages.  Every

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single one was empty. With a shrug, he passed it
to Joseph who copied the same action.

“Maybe it needs blood?” Declan said.
The wolf could have a point. Maybe if he and

Micah cut themselves and proved the blood to the
journal,  then  the  damn  thing  would  open  and
writing would magically appear on it. He frowned
and  Micah  reached  for  the  book  at  the  same
moment  as  he  moved  his  hand  and,  when  their
skin  touched,  it  was  like  a  sigh  echoed  in  the
room. The journal was hot and Micah released his
hold at the same time as Joseph.

The journal tumbled to the floor and cautiously

Joseph leaned to pick it up. Cool to the touch, he
gripped it and, with anticipation, flicked through
the  pages.  Nothing.  No  writing,  no  pictures,  no
magic that he could sense. He looked at Phin with
a questioning look. When Phin shook his head to
indicate  he  couldn’t  feel  anything  either,  Joseph
closed his eyes.

“Thank the Gods,” a new voice had everyone

spinning to face the dark corners of the old library.
A  slim  form  moved  from  the  shadows  dressed
from head to toe in black and rubbing the back of
his  head.  “Eight  hundred  years,  give  or  take  a
day,”  he  said.  Then  he  coughed  as  if  talking  was
difficult.

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Joseph immediately put himself between the

rest of them and this new guy. Quickly he had
magic balled into his hands.

“Who are you?” he asked.
“Who are you?” the man repeated as his reply.
“Tell me who you are,” Joseph insisted. He held

up his hands with the silver of magic ready to
defend his friends.

“You tell me who you are first,” the man said

evenly,  “apart  from  the  obvious  twins  from  the
future thing.” He said the last with a small hint of
sarcasm  and  Joseph  bristled.  “Two  wolves,  a  cat,
two  vampires  and  what  do  we  have  here,  an
incubus? Interesting group.”

Joseph sensed Phin moving to stand next to

him.

“Oh,” the man said, “I didn’t see you there, Elf.

So small.”

“Tell us who the hell you are before I kill you,”

Joseph said quietly.

“Well I can’t very well tell you after,” he said

with a grin. “Because then I would be dead.”

Joseph stepped forward and the air around

them crackled. “Now,” he said.

“Okay, okay.” The man held up his hands in

mock  defeat.  “Reuben  McGregor,  vampire,  your
great great  great  something  or other grandfather,
twice  removed  and  married  into  another  clan.  I
was  in  the  book.  That  was  me.  In  the  book,  well

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not in the book as such, more I am the book. Was
the book. I know it sounds odd.”

“In the book,” Joseph repeated uselessly.
Reuben shook his arms at his side and clenched

his fists. Cricking his neck, he rubbed his stomach.
“Do you have blood?” he asked. He examined his
nails.  “I  kind  of  need  it  pretty  urgently.  Before
I…” he didn’t say anything else. In a fluid motion,
he  dropped  to  the  floor  unconscious.  The  group
stood in silence.

“What the hell?” Micah said finally.
“He says he is the book,” Levi said. “He was

covered in gold and yellow, love, confusion, no
deceit. I genuinely think he is who he says and
that somehow he was spelled into the book.”

“Centuries ago?”
“Seems that way,” Levi said. He shrugged.

“Seriously I have no other explanation.”

Connor stepped forward. “Should we give him

blood?” He rolled up his sleeve, but Micah
stopped him.

“You can’t give him your blood,” he said

urgently.

“I have spare,” Connor quipped.
“What if he kills you?” Micah snapped.
“Gods, I’ll do it,” Phin said quickly. Spinning a

knife over in his hand, he sliced across his arm
and blood speckled the surface immediately. He
crouched down over Reuben and wiped the blood

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on the vampire’s lips, then he moved a little and
encouraged Reuben’s instincts to kick in.

“Don’t let him take too much,” Joseph said

urgently.

“I won’t,” Phin said. For a few minutes they all

waited  and  Joseph  wondered  what  was  going  to
happen.  This  was  all  above  his  understanding.
The journal was words, not a damn person.

“Seems like we are the saviors of the kingdom,”

Micah deadpanned. He used air quotes around
saviors. “Wonder if we get a special name for
that.”

Joseph couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

Phin  was  feeding  this  unknown  vampire  who
claimed  all  kinds  of  magical  things  and  Joseph
was  jealous.  To  the  point  that  he  wanted  to  rip
Phin away. No one should taste the sweetness of
the elf, except him. The call of the fated mate spun
inside  him.  He’d  chosen  for  so  long  to  ignore  it,
yet here he was, allowing the call to twist around
his  thoughts  until  it  was  all  he  could  do  to  stop
himself from dragging Phin from the vamp’s side.
He waited for a few more agonizing minutes, then
crossed to Phin and tugged at him. Phin stood as
Reuben’s  eyes  opened.  They  were  the  clearest
jade, stunning really.

“You okay?” Joseph asked Phin.
Phin ran a finger over the open wound in his

arm and the split skin healed behind the touch.

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“Fine,” he said. At their feet, Reuben stirred,

then in a fluid motion, stood upright and looked a
lot healthier than he had a few minutes earlier. He
licked his lips and patted his stomach.

“Just what I needed,” he said. “Right. Take me

to your army.”

Joseph frowned at him. “What army?”
Reuben sighed. “The army ready to reunite the

kingdoms, and stop the rot at Glitnir,” he said
patiently. “That army.”

Joseph considered the couple hundred

supernaturals  spread  through  the  Second
Kingdom  and  Glitnir.  Scholars,  teachers,  normal
people who wanted to  do more. Certainly not an
army.  Then  he  glanced  sideways.  Declan  and
Connor  both  had  claws  extended  in  readiness  to
fight.  Even  Simeon  was  standing  next  to  them
with  his  claws  out.  Micah  had  his  blades  in  his
hands  and  Levi  was  focused  intently  on  Reuben
like he could kill him by just looking at him. As for
Phin,  he  was  ignoring  Reuben  altogether  and
instead  staring  directly  at  Joseph—obviously
waiting for Joseph to talk.

“This is it,” Joseph finally said. He gestured at

his friends. “This is the army.”

Reuben scanned the group, then tilted his head

to one side. “Okay, I was expecting more,” he said
evenly, “but I’ve worked with less.” Stretching his
hands over his head, he stood on tiptoes and

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yawned. “So, food, not blood, bacon, I want bacon,
and bread, and beer, then we can talk strategy.”

With this, scratching his stomach and walking

slowly, he began to leave the library.

“Where are you going?” Joseph asked.
Reuben stopped dead and turned. “You’re the

leader, you tell me.”

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Chapter Eight

he council of war wasn’t going well. Simeon
had long since left to go back to Obahn where

he said, in his own words, that he’d do more good
there.  Somehow  Rueben  managed  to  alienate
everyone  with  his  quick  wit.  All  except  Joseph.
That  was  when  he  wasn’t  stuffing  his  face  with
bread  or  swallowing  back  beer.  Phin  couldn’t
settle  around  the  vampire  and  spent  a  long  time
finding  excuse  after  excuse  to  not  even  be  in  the
room  with  him.  On  the  other  hand,  Joseph  was
quite happy to fawn all over the new addition to
their small group. Phin wasn’t jealous he was just
concerned that none of them knew anything about
Reuben. That was all.

Reuben needed more blood at some point. He’d

turned up his nose at the synth and when
everyone in the group turned to Phin, he’d shaken
his head. He wasn’t doing it again. Let Declan do

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his bit, or Connor, or hell, Levi even. Part of him
wished he’d left with Simeon.

“It’s vital that we get someone inside the

Second  Kingdom,”  Reuben  mused.  “I’ve  been
watching  and  if  we  have  any  hope  in  rebuilding
what we should have, then we need the elves, the
cats,  behind  us  and  not  sitting  their  side  of  the
mountain happy as blood demons in scat. Talking
of  blood  demons,  we  have  to  get  them  under
control.”

Phin bristled. Dismissing an entire race in such

dismissive tones, especially given the fact that his
brother  was  half  demon,  really  cut  to  the  core  of
him. “I don’t know what it was like at the dawn of
time,”  he  snapped.  “But  the  blood  demons  have
their  own  resistance  and  want  independence  and
equality just as much as the next supernatural.”

Every single person turned to face him at the

heated  statement.  The  only  reaction  he  forced
himself to see was Joseph who narrowed his gaze,
then  quickly  looked  away.  His  lips  were  pressed
in  a  thin  line  and  he  looked  angry.  Phin  sighed
inwardly.  Asher  would  always  come  between
them  unless  Phin  was  honest.  And  Phin  had
sworn  a  blood  oath  to  never  reveal  his  brother’s
existence.  If  someone  outside  the  two  of  them
knew, then Asher would be on a hit list. A blood
demon with elf blood on the throne of the Second
Kingdom was not going to happen.

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“You do know that blood demons were

originally created by vampires as walking blood
banks,” Reuben said carefully. “They are
nothing.”

“A millennia is a long time,” Phin said. “You

come out of your box to wage a war that we were
managing fine with on our own, and you have no
idea…Gods, is no one else seeing how wrong this
is?”  Phin  looked  very  deliberately  at  Joseph.  “I
didn’t sign up for war, I want the rot to be cut out,
but  Book-ghost  here  is  talking  about  battles  and
death  and  what,  controlling  an  entire  race  of
supernaturals  with  families,  and  lives,  and  hopes
and dreams of their own?” Joseph refused to meet
his gaze still, but he could see the others nodding
in  agreement.  Their  unspoken  support  was
enough for him to forge forward.

“No one has out and out war anymore,” he

continued. “We have what we hope is a fair
government in Glitnir, the Vampire Clans Council,
the Werewolf Coalition and the Fae Alliance.
Answering to the people. There are parts of it that
need cleaning, cutting away. The factions, the pay
offs, bonding the wolf shifters to be Retrievers, do
you want me to keep going?”

By this time his voice had changed from calm

and controlled to spitting and angry. He couldn’t
help it. He just wasn’t sure if it was Reuben’s
innocent expression or Joseph not wanting to look

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at him, but suddenly temper was dripping from
every thought he had.

“We would have an entire army if we could tie

the blood demons to us,” Joseph said thoughtfully.
Reuben nodded his approval. “Then we could just
cut the rot out in an instant.” Was it just Phin or
did Joseph sound relieved?

“And the wolf shifters, and the cats,” Reuben’s

voice was enthusiastic. “They make good foot
soldiers.”

“Joseph, no,” Micah said softly. He looked at

his twin. “We didn’t start this to fight battles
where thousands die, we were going to be
different.”

Joseph clenched his fist. “How can you know

what we should do,” he said angrily. “You’re not
the one with the magic and the responsibility for
all these souls. The one everyone wants answers
from.”

Micah stepped back at the venom in Joseph’s

voice.  Connor  gripped  Micah’s  hand  and  Phin
swore  he  heard  the  wolf  shifter  growl  low  in  his
throat.

“He doesn’t mean it, Micah,” Phin said evenly.

“He’s just wants to use the rest of us as some kind
of  revenge  for  Ethan.”  He  was  talking  to  Micah,
but  staring  straight  at  Joseph.  He  wanted  to  see
the anger in the vampire’s eyes and know that he
was  right.  The  blast  to  his  chest  took  him  by

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surprise. He didn’t have a chance to stop it and he
flew back and hit the wall. Crumpling to the
ground, he was up on his feet in an instant with all
his shields in place. Joseph’s hands still glittered
with the magic he had thrown at Phin.

Stalking towards Joseph, he had the satisfaction

of seeing the vamp have confusion on his features.
It was time for this to stop. Their Underground
was nothing more than hopes and dreams unless
Joseph actually got his act together and became
the leader that was needed. Phin didn’t doubt that
it was Joseph who was the one. Not Reuben. Not
him. Joseph.

Phin didn’t stop and it was only when he was

within touching distance that realization hit
Joseph. He tried to step back, throw up a defense,
but as soon as Phin placed his fingers on Joseph’s
sleeve, he had them porting out of the room to
who knew where. Phin only had one thing in his
memory, Asher.

He landed lightly on his feet, but Joseph wasn’t

so graceful and ended up in a heap, sliding on the
floor until hitting the wall.

“Phin. What did you do?” Asher snapped. He

had  wet  hair.  Seemed  like  Phin  always  managed
to  get  his  brother  either  in  or  after  a  shower.  He
shook  his  head  and  gestured  at  Joseph  who
scrambled to stand.

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“There’s a ghost in the book, or a vamp trapped

in there with a spell, or whatever. His name is
Reuben, he is tied to the twins, Micah and Joseph,
and he’s come out of the book and wants us to go
to war, and Joseph is too narrow viewed because
he thinks less of blood demons than he does of his
own precious race.” Everything spilled out in a
rush.

“That’s not true,” Joseph defended quickly. “I

never said that.”

“Then he shouted at Micah,” Phin continued.

“Some scat about all his responsibilities.

“What did you want me to do?” Joseph

shouted. “Everyone looks to me for a decision.”

“Not war, Joseph.”
“You think they would stop killing us first if

they could?” Joseph stepped closer and silver
sparked on his hands. He was agitated and Phin
had seen this before.

“Who? Joseph, we don’t even know who we’re

fighting.”

“Corruption,” Joseph snapped.
“We need to surgically remove the ones at the

center of this. We always said that was the way.
But a few lines from a vamp who is stuck in the
past and all of a sudden you are sacrificing blood
demons, wolf and cat shifters. What is wrong with
you?”

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Joseph lifted his palms and Phin winced. At

least  he  had  shields  in  place  and  Asher  was
behind  him  so  they’d  be  fine.  Nothing  Joseph
could  throw  at  him  was  enough  to  take  him  out
completely. What was wrong with Joseph—where
had everything gone so wrong?

Unexpectedly the fight left Joseph and he

visibly slumped, then slid down the wall. Finally
he buried his head in his hands and was utterly
silent.

“What the hell?” Asher asked bemused. Then

he  looked  from  Joseph  to  Phin  and  back  again.
“You  need  to  talk,”  he  said.  “And  I  need  a
uhmm…a…”  he  looked  around  the  room
helplessly. “A shower.” With that he went into the
bathroom  and  shut  the  door,  leaving  Joseph  and
Phin  alone.  Phin  considered  what  to  do.  Asher
was  right,  they  did  need  to  talk.  Phin  decided  to
join  Joseph  on  the  ground  and  sat  cross-legged
with his back against the bed opposite Joseph.

“Jo?”
“If I’d left Ethan alone, he would never have

been murdered.”

“You didn’t know,” Phin said evenly. “He came

to you with what he’d seen at Glitnir. He knew
what he was doing. You thought you’d kept him
safe leaving him with Micah and under the
marriage bond protection.”

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“You make it sound so simple,” Joseph

mumbled into his sleeve.

“That part of this has always been the easiest to

file away. I talked to Ethan the day before he
died.”

Joseph lifted his head. “You did?” he sounded

surprised.

“It was an accident really. I was checking in on

Micah at a distance, like you asked, and Ethan
spotted me.”

“He had skills of his own,” Joseph said

proudly. “Not much could get past him. What did
you say to him? What did he say to you?”

Phin smiled as he recalled the feisty human

pushing him up against a wall and demanding to
know why the fuck Phin was following them.

“He wanted to know who I was, why I was

there.  I  told  him  that I  didn’t  know  what  he  was
talking  about.  He  didn’t  believe  me  so  I  was
honest with him, said you had sent me to check in
on  Micah.  Then  I  wiped  his  entire  memory  of
meeting me.”

Joseph worried at his lower lip with his fang.

“Did he seem…” he swallowed. “Was he happy?”

“From what I saw inside his head he was. And

determined. He’d been working with Micah on the
translations, he loved you.”

“You saw all that?” Joseph asked quietly. “I

should never have got him involved.”

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“You didn’t do that, Jo. He had magic, hidden

deep, but he had a spirit that was bound to a
human form that…I don’t know… I recognized…I
can’t explain it…an old soul.”

“What do I do, Phin?” Joseph’s voice was

cracking with emotion. “If the prophesies are right
I’m supposed to be leading this huge army to level
the playing ground and start again.”

Phin considered carefully what to say. Joseph

was looking to him for answers. “So you’re one of
the twins, I get that, and you happen to be the one
with  the  magic,  that  is  supposed  to  guide  us  to
some  kind  of  fresh  start.  I  don’t  remember  the
prophesies  mentioning  what  kind  of  army.  An
army can be anything. An army of faith maybe.”

Joseph shook his head. “I have too much in my

head. Who do I listen to? Reuben? You? Some
writings made centuries ago that mean nothing
now?”

Phin sighed. Then he shuffled sideways and sat

next to Joseph. He wriggled a little to make
himself comfortable, then held out a hand. Joseph
gripped it and static sparked as they laced fingers
together. “You. Listen to yourself.”

Joseph nodded. They sat there quietly for a

while. The door to the bathroom opened and
Asher hovered at the threshold.

“Is it safe to come out now?” he asked.

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Phin smiled and squeezed Joseph’s hand.

“Yeah. We need to go home.”

“Before you go, we should tell him,” Asher said

quickly.  Phin  couldn’t  believe  what  Asher  was
saying.  No  one  knew.  If  Joseph  was  to  have  the
knowledge  of  who  Asher  was  to  Phin,  then  that
was  another  way  for  Asher’s  life  to  be  put  in
danger.

“No,” Phin said finally. He released his grip of

Joseph’s hand and scrambled to stand quickly.

“You don’t love him then?” Asher asked. He

half smiled and Phin wanted to smack the smirk
off Asher’s face. Behind him Joseph copied Phin
and stood.

“Tell me what?” Joseph said. His voice held

despondency. He evidently thought he already
knew what Asher was going to say.

“Do you love him?” Asher ignored Joseph and

spoke directly to Phin.

“You know I do,” Phin snapped.
“Then tell him, or I will.” Asher crossed his

arms over his chest and waited. Phin could just
imagine Asher blurting it all out.

“Someone tell me something,” Joseph blurted.
Phin turned to face the only person he had ever

really loved, outside of Asher. Joseph looked paler
than normal, and uncertain, and his eyes looked
bright.

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“I love you,” Phin began. He glanced back at

Asher  who  shook  his  head  in  warning.  “Gods,”
Phin  snapped.  “I  couldn’t  tell  you  otherwise
Asher’s  life  would  be  in  danger.”  He  shrugged.
There was no really good way to tell Joseph this.
“Asher is my brother, my half-brother.”

Joseph glanced at Asher and his eyes widened.

“A blood demon, vampire, hybrid,” he stated
simply. Joseph sounded intrigued.

“His name is Asher,” Phin snapped. “He is not

a hybrid.”

Asher placed a hand on Phin’s arm. “Go home.

Take Joseph and stop being so defensive. He
knows now. Maybe you can fix all of this.”

Phin turned and pulled Asher into a hug. “Be

safe,”  he  said  quickly.  Then  before  he  could
change  his  mind,  he  grabbed  Joseph  and  ported
them  back  to  Winterhill  and  directly  to  the  room
they  had  slept  in.  This  time  Joseph  landed  a  lot
more  gracefully  and  he  immediately  rounded  on
Phin.

“What the hell happened back there?” he said,

bemused.

He wasn’t really asking the question, but Phin

needed to break the abrupt silence. He shrugged.
“You decided to follow your heart with what to do
next, to listen to yourself. You also found out I
have a brother who you originally thought was
my lover.”

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“And you said you loved me.”
“I’ve said that to you before.”
“I didn’t believe you. All I could see was too

many secrets.”

“Well I do. We’re good together, Joseph

Jamieson.  And  we  all  have  secrets.  And  regrets.”
He added the regrets part before Joseph could say
the very same thing. Tension built in the room and
pressed into him. He ached to just have Joseph in
his arms. To kiss him, be inside him, around him,
anyway he could. Properly. Not in anger or pain,
but  blanketed  in  love.  He  took  a  step  towards
Joseph,  but  stopped  when  Joseph’s  expression
tightened  and  he  held  up  a  hand  then  touched  a
finger to his temple.

“It’s Micah,” he explained. “He says Simeon is

hurt,” he said. Then he quickly left the room and
Phin followed at the same run. They met the rest
on the street and Phin could hear Simeon’s voice
above the rest.

“It’s nothing,” the cat shifter was saying calmly.
“You’re bleeding out,” Declan snapped. A

quick overview had Phin seeing the running blood
from  an  evil  looking  head  wound  that  covered
Simeon  and  Declan.  Slipping  past  Connor  and
Micah,  he  ran  a  finger  from  one  end  of  it  to
another. The scar closed and the skin held a pink
glow.

“Talk to us,” Joseph said quickly.

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“Four, maybe five, at my best guess. Someone

in  the  middle  being  beaten  on,  shouts  of  traitor.
Retrievers I scented, fae, a group from Glitnir, and
I  thought  maybe  Brody.  But  there  was  too  much
blood.  Best  I  can  see  they  were  determined  and
focused on Winterhill. We need to stop them and
see if it was Brody.”

“How far behind you?” Joseph said quickly.
Simeon considered quickly. “Twenty minutes if

that.”

“We take this out of Winterhill,” Joseph said

decisively. “Into the forest.”

Reuben interrupted, “Our best strategy would

be to stay in the town—”

“There are innocents in this town. I don’t know

how whoever they are tracked us here, but we
take it into the forest.”

Reuben didn’t argue, although Phin could see

he wanted to. Apparently he was giving way to
the one person he saw as the leader.

“Connor, Declan, we need you to run this,

Simeon, if you’re okay go with them.”

Connor and Declan shifted and loped away in

the direction Simeon had obviously come in from.
Simeon  shook  his  head  as  if  to  test  his  wound,
then  shifted.  The  big  mountain  lion  shifter
followed the wolves.

“Levi, you’re our six.”

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Levi nodded and had his knives in his hands in

an instant. He was just as dangerous as the
shifters, but in a different way. He was the silent
killer amongst the group.

“Micah, you’re with me,” Joseph continued.

“Phin, I need you…” his voice tailed off. “If
anything happens to me…”

“I’ll be right behind you where I should be,”

Phin said simply. He wasn’t going to be sidelined
into  being  some  kind  of  leadership  back  up.  If
Joseph  thought  for  one  minute  that  he  didn’t
know  and  understand  his  role  here,  then  he  was
sadly mistaken.

“What about me?” Reuben asked quickly.
Joseph hesitated, then made a decision he was

evidently happy with. “With Micah and I. Stay
behind us and no killing anyone,” he said. Reuben
frowned and opened his mouth to talk, but one
sharp look from Joseph had Reuben subsiding into
silence.

In seconds the three vamps had run into the

forest  and  abruptly  Phin  was  the  last  one  left.  A
few  curious  people  hovered  close  by.  This  was
Phin’s job. The town had no idea what the group
had been doing and it was only because Phin had
manipulated  their  observations.  He  cast  magic
wide enough to suggest that they were looking at
nothing  and  that  they  should  all  stay  away  from
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he could already hear the sounds of battle in the
gloom, he closed his eyes and cast the sight out to
check where everyone was.

Joseph trusted him to keep this contained and

that is what he would do.

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Chapter Nine

ne by one Phin located the band of Glitnir
loyal supernaturals. He sensed wolf shifter, a

Retriever  no  doubt,  a  vampire,  two  fae,  and
another  presence  that  had  him  stop  in  his  steps.
He  could  be  wrong,  but  he  thought  Simeon  had
been right about what he’d sensed. There was  an
incubus  in  amongst  the  scattered  group  running
from Joseph and the rest.

Declan and Connor had the vampire cornered

and Phin slid to a halt next to them. In seconds he
had altered memory and perception and the vamp
left  at  a  lope  to  go  home.  This  was  what  Joseph
wanted him to do, alter minds and keep everyone
alive  until  they  could  get  everyone  to  leave
peaceably.  They  would  go  back  with  reports  of
nothing  and  that  suited  Phin.  He  circled  to  get  a
fix  on  where  he  should  be  next,  then  dispatched
the  vamp  and  one  of  the  fae  in  quick  succession

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encouraging them to run home. That just left one
more fae and the incubus.

He stumbled over a form on the floor and felt

for  a  pulse.  Both  the  incubus  and  the  pulse  were
strong  despite  the  lessening  in  colors  around  the
prone  figure.  Something  was  messing  with  the
incubus’s  mind.  The  sounds  of  cursing  and
shouting  drew  his  attention  away.  He  cast  a  net
over  the  victim.  Some  imperative  told  him  that
this incubus was the fae that was being beaten on
by  the  other  four.  The  one  Simeon  called  Brody
and  the  one  he  was  supposed  to  have  met  in
Glitnir  when  he  was  going  in  to  get  Joseph.
Leaving Brody protected by a shield, he found the
source  of  all  the  noise  and  quickly  assessed  the
battle.  Reuben  had  a  struggling  Retriever  up
against a tree with his hands flat on the shoulders
and his fangs an inch from the exposed throat.

“Stop!” Phin shouted. He spun magic and

threw  it  at  the  two  of  them,  satisfied  when  the
force of it pushed Reuben to the floor and knocked
the  Retriever  unconscious.  Micah  and  Joseph
appeared  in  the  clearing  and  in  seconds,  a
struggling Reuben was held in a strong grip.

“I said no killing,” Joseph snapped.
“Didn’t you see what he was doing to the

incubus?” Reuben shouted.

Phin glanced at the Retriever awake and

crawling to stand. In seconds he had the large man

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thinking he was out for an afternoon stroll and
had encouraged him home.

“We don’t kill,” Joseph shouted back. “You

want to get an entire Glitnir army down on our
heads and put the whole of Winterhill to death?”

“Of course I don’t—”
“Then do what I say,” Joseph finished.
He dropped his hold on Reuben’s arm as did

Micah.  Phin  tensed  as  he  debated  taking  Reuben
out  of  the  equation.  The  vampire  may  well  be
ancient and all, but he was quite capable of being
removed from a thousand mile radius of Joseph if
he was going to hurt the man Phin loved. Which is
why it was all the more surprising when Reuben
slid to his knees and bowed his head.

“What are you doing?” Joseph asked bemused.
“Yours to punish,” Reuben said simply.
“Get  up,  Reuben.”  Joseph  was  uncomfortable.

“No one is punishing anyone.” He turned and
strode out of the clearing with a quiet Reuben
scrambling to stand and follow him at a respectful
distance.

“What was that all about?” Phin asked quickly.
Micah shrugged. “Reuben says Joseph is this

great army general. Think it freaks Joseph out.”

Phin turned to retrace his footsteps back to

where the incubus was laid. The guy was at least
conscious and had managed to drag himself to the
nearest tree. He was dazed and there was one hell

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of a lot of blood. Still, Phin could see he was
getting his colors back. Mostly the scarlet of
temper.

“Who are you?” Phin asked carefully. “And

why was a contingent from Glitnir trying to kill
you?”

The incubus said nothing. He simply stared at

Phin. Behind him, the group assembled.

“Brody,” Levi gasped.
Okay. So this was the Brody Lennox that Phin

was supposed to have tracked down at Obahn.
Brody’s whole demeanor changed as soon as Levi
spoke. He relaxed and stepped forward into a
close hug with Levi.

“You trust this man?” Joseph asked Levi

quickly. “Because we really need to get away from
Winterhill and there’s no time for debate.”

Levi turned to face them all. “With my life,” he

said firmly.

Phin heard a low growly noise and identified it

as coming from Declan. Phin was amused at this
little show of jealousy again, wolves were so raw
in how they expressed their emotions—everything
so close to the surface.

“Then let’s go to Winterhill. Let’s pick up

anything we need, we leave at dawn.”

They moved as one towards the town and

grouped at the place Joseph called home. Brody

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was the center of attention and Phin wasn’t the
only one who wanted to hear his story.

“Last I saw, you were working from the

inside,” Levi noted.

“It’s all gone to hell. I don’t know why, but

Ludvik is finally showing his true colors. He was
found  ranting  about  magic  and  vampires  and  he
literally lost it. He initiated a purge against magic
and  the  Underground.  I  don’t  know  how,  but  he
saw inside me and next thing I know I am sent out
to accompany a retrieval and as soon as the group
gets  outside  city  limits  they  turn  on  me.”  He
hesitated,  then  gestured  at  Simeon.  “Their
intention  was  to  kill.  I  saw  your  cat  shifter—saw
you get hurt. That was the last thing I remember.”

“Ludvik is a warlock,” Phin said simply. “He’s

using  a  magic  that  even  I  don’t  understand.”
Warlocks  were  something  more  than  Joseph  and
Phin.  They  had  magic,  but  it  was  perverted  by
ambition—as  evil  as  Phin  could  imagine.
Centuries ago, when magic was more common, a
set  of  spoken  covenants,  none  written  down  but
accepted  by  all,  kept  the  kingdoms  in  balance.
Any infant in school learned the history of magic
and  its  final  disappearance.  They  learned  the
covenants  that  were  agreed  when  Glitnir  was
formed  and  the  rout  of  magical  beings  had
happened.

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“A covenant breaker,” Joseph said. “Using dark

magic, older magic than I have ever seen. He’s
pure evil.”

“But his magic is waning,” Phin said suddenly.

Where  the  thought  had  come  from  he  didn’t
know,  but  suddenly  everything  made  sense.
“When I pulled Joseph from him I could see black,
a  dying  magic,  and  his  shifted  water  form  was  a
blur.”

“Which could explain why he wanted Joseph as

the eldest vampire twin,” Brody said. “He’s basing
his entire future on getting magic from
somewhere else.”

“Hang on,” Reuben interrupted. “Are we

talking about a Kappa?” Reuben asked. “Short,
gray, scaly, reptilian yellow skin big on the
council, has to spend time in water to recharge his
life force?”

Phin frowned at the detailed question—he’d

never seen a Kappa in natural form so he couldn’t
comment on the skin color. But it seemed as if
Reuben knew something he needed to share with
the class.

“How do you know that?” Joseph asked.
“He’s from…” Reuben stopped and closed his

eyes. “A Kappa tied me to the journal.”

“It couldn’t be Ludvik, that would make him

centuries old,” Joseph said doubtfully. “Kappas
don’t live that long.”

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“Leklan. That is what he was called then. I felt

him as soon as I stepped out,” Reuben said. “I just
couldn’t believe…look…he was the reason Glitnir
banned magic…he was banished, but not before
he was involved in creating the journal to track the
actions of the vampires. He was evil—a liar and
the worst kind of fae. He would lure others to him
with clever words, then destroy people at the drop
of a sword.”

“And somehow he is still alive?” Declan

sounded doubtful.

“Using dark magic to live,” Joseph said gently.

“He needs more magic, that is the only thing this
could be.” Phin took a step closer to Joseph. No
one was taking Joseph’s magic if he had anything
to do with it. Joseph sensed the movement and
glanced at Phin with a soft smile.

“So what now?” Micah asked. Everyone looked

to Joseph for the next step.

“I have no idea,” Joseph said firmly. “But I do

know we need to get out of Winterhill and move
this group on. Find a safe house. Regroup. We
leave at dawn.”

Phin was grateful when he could shut the door

against the world. For a few seconds he
considered visiting Asher to tell him what he had
learned. He dismissed the thought when he
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he interrupted one more of Asher’s  showers. The
thought  of  doing  that  anyway  made  Phin  smile.
He needed the smile. There was black magic from
an  oath  breaker,  a  warlock  with  so  many  secrets
that  Phin  needed  time  to  get  his  head  around  it.
The  adrenalin  from  today  coursed  through  him
and he felt good. Useful.

The knock on the door wasn’t a surprise. The

looks he exchanged with Joseph had been heated.
They needed to clear the air and finally get to the
point where they had some kind of
understanding. He opened the door and stood to
one side to allow Joseph in.

Joseph launched into talking. “Do you think

that  the  bit  about  two  supernaturals  with  magic
not  being  together  was  a  lie  perpetuated  by
Ludvik,  or  Leklan  or  whatever  he  was  called,  to
stop any defense Glitnir would have against him,”
Joseph blurted out in a run on sentence. He stood
just  inside  the  room  absolutely  still.  He  was
waiting for an answer.

“We already did it once. The world survived.

So, yes.”

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Chapter Ten

oseph moved forward until he was as close to
Phin as he could be without touching. Phin

didn’t back away from him.

“I loved Ethan,” Joseph said gently. “Not in the

same way as I love you. I protected him, looked
out for him.”

“I know,” Phin replied. He smiled and tucked

his long hair behind one ear. Joseph had never
seen anything as sexy as that simple movement.

“We’ve waited a long time,” Joseph whispered

and held out a hand.

Phin sighed and reached for Joseph. “Too

long.”

Their kiss was different from any others before.

Soft,  slow,  filled  with  the  passion  and  love  that
Joseph  could  feel  buzzing  between  them.  His
fangs descended as he inhaled the scent of the elf
he loved.

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Phin backed away, laughing. “You want to

taste?” he teased.

This was the Phin that Joseph loved. The one

with  the  smile  who  made  Joseph  laugh.  Phin
continued  back  until  he  reached  the  bed,  then
proceeded  to  remove  his  clothes  until  he  stood
naked in front of Joseph.

Joseph had never seen anything so beautiful

and, in seconds, he had pulled off his own clothes
and tumbled Phin back on the bed. They kissed for
a  long  time  and  Joseph  satisfied  himself  with
touching every part of the sexy elf and relearning
his  body.  They  rolled  until  Phin  lay  on  top  and
Joseph arranged him so that he was sprawled and
they had their hard cocks next to each other.

“I’ve wanted it this way forever,” Phin

murmured. “All lazy and sexy and touching every
part  of  you.”  They  kissed  and  Joseph  buried  his
fingers  in  Phin’s  hair,  twisting  it  around  and
holding  his  lover  still.  He  had  something  to  say
and it was important. They broke the kiss.

“I always loved you,” Joseph whispered.

“Always.”

Phin smiled down at him and stole another kiss

before he spoke. “Me, too,” he said simply.

Joseph moved them so he was covering Phin.

This time and with focus, he began to kiss south
from lips to pulse. He spent a long time pressing
the tip of his tongue against Phin’s carotid artery.

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The  warmth  of  blood  pulsing  just  below  the
surface  was  enough  for  him  to  attune  himself  to
Phin’s  heartbeat  and  he  lazily  rubbed  himself
against  Phin  before  kissing  a  short  path  to  one
nipple. He scratched at it with his fang and loved
that  Phin  gasped  and  arched  up  under  him.
Licking  and  kissing  his  way  from  that  nipple  to
the other, he repeated the touch and Phin cursed.
Joseph chuckled.

He kissed lower and it was Phin’s turn to bury

his fingers in Joseph’s hair to guide his movement.
Joseph  scraped  his  fang  over  the  small  scar  on
Phin’s  inner  thigh  and,  for  a  second,  Joseph  was
thrown.

“You didn’t heal it?” he asked bemused.

Rearing  back,  he  examined  the  mark  he  had  left
when  they  had  fucked  before.  There  had  been
anger  in  that  bite,  a  need  to  control,  and  shame
washed  over  Joseph.  He’d  taken  every  ounce  of
frustration out on the one person he should never
hurt.

“I liked it,” Phin answered truthfully.
Joseph wriggled a little so he could look Phin in

the eye. “What do you mean? It was awful.”

“The bite hurt,” Phin admitted, “but when you

sucked the blood, then I saw it on your lips, and
you had tasted me. Fuck, Joseph, do you know
how hot that was?”

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“Promise me you’re not lying.” Quickly it was

vital that Joseph knew this.

“I promise,” Phin tilted his neck and exposed

his throat. “Taste me here.”

Joseph nearly lost it there and then at the

demand. He wasn’t going to last ten seconds if he
allowed Phin’s blood to coat his tongue. Groaning
at the memory of the taste, he moved away from
the tempting thought. Phin mewled in protest, but
stopped when Joseph pressed a finger to Phin’s
lips.

“Do you have anything?”
Phin reached a hand to the cabinet next to the

bed, but wasn’t quite close enough. Joseph
grinned as he snapped his fingers and the lube
was in his hand. “There has to be some benefit in
this magic,” he said dryly.

They laughed and cuddled close. Joseph

needed  this  connection,  something  beyond  sex,
something  that  was  forever.  He  traveled  down
Phin’s  gorgeous  form  with  lips  and  fingers  and
nuzzled  the  base  of  his  cock.  The  texture  of  the
hair against his lips and the scent of his lover was
intoxicating. He could lay with Phin all day. Phin
wriggled to get his cock closer to Joseph’s mouth
and  Joseph  wasn’t  going  to  argue.  He’d  wanted
another taste of Phin. He wasn’t disappointed. The
weight  of  his  lover,  and  the  first  touch  of  his

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tongue to the tip of Phin’s cock had his own cock
hard and wanting release.

He wanted to take his time, but Phin begged for

faster, and this time Joseph could get behind this.
He  swallowed  Phin  down  and  spent  time  setting
up  a  rhythm  before  coating  his  fingers  with  lube
and  pressing  against  Phin’s  hole.  He  worked  in
the first finger and heard Phin’s groan. For a little
while he concentrated on the sucking and pushing
in  rhythm  and  a  second  finger.  Then  a  third  and
finally  he  took  his  fingers  away  and  pressed  his
cock inside the elf that was the other half of him.
When he was fully seated, he stopped and stared
down  at  Phin.  His  pale  silver  eyes  were  full  of
emotion and he’d twisted his fingers into his hair.
Beautiful.

“Now, Joseph.”
Joseph started to move, angling the push until

he  finally  managed  to  find  the  sweet  spot  that
caused Phin to close his eyes and open his mouth
wordlessly.  The  pushes  grew  stronger  as  Phin
pressed  back  against  the  force  and  Joseph  was
overwhelmed  with  love  for  Phin.  His  orgasm
chased up his spine and he was so close. If Phin’s
sexy pleas were anything to go by, he was close as
well  and  when  he  tightened  around  Joseph  and
shouted as he came it was enough to push Joseph
over the edge.

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Light blinded him momentarily then curled in

and  around  the  lovers.  Joseph  collapsed  against
Phin  who  simply  wrapped  his  arms  around
Joseph and held him tight. Together they allowed
the  maelstrom  of  sparking  magic  to  connect  and
swirl  around  them  until  finally  only  the  trace  of
mist was between them.

“Gods,” Phin murmured. Joseph moved to

nuzzle at Phin’s neck and his tongue unerringly
located the pulse. “Taste me,” Phin said firmly.

Joseph didn’t argue. He broke the skin with his

fangs and tasted perfection. Phin curled his hands
and dug nails into Joseph’s back. Pulling back,
Joseph licked the blood from his neck, then pulled
out before laying on his back on the bed.

“What now?” Phin asked breathlessly.
“More of that,” Joseph said firmly. “Lots more

of that.”

“Not that I am arguing here, but what about

out there.” Phin waved at the window.

“Seems like we finally have a focus for what we

are  trying  to  do  here,”  Joseph  said.  He  rolled  on
his  side  to  look  at  Phin  and  saw  the  faint  pink
mark  where  Joseph  had  drunk  Phin’s  blood.  The
mark  was  fading  even  as  Joseph  watched.  He
wished it would stay like the scar on Phin’s inner
thigh, but it couldn’t. Phin had to heal and the fact
he  kept  Joseph’s  first  bite  on  his  skin  was  more
than enough to know that Phin was his.

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And he was Phin’s.
“Ludvik needs to be stopped. He is the rot at

the core of Glitnir,” Phin summarized.

“Yes. And you need to consider what you are

doing next.”

“Next? I’m staying with you to fight Ludvik.”
“I meant with your own legacy. Mine is tied to

the prophesy, but you know you are heir to an
entire kingdom.”

“I’m the second son and until Asher is safe to

acknowledge his own heritage I am not going
home.”

“I get that,” Joseph said. He didn’t add a but.

There was no provision for anything else. He
wanted Phin by his side and Phin didn’t want to
leave. They had old magic to fight and it was best
they did it together.

“So what first?” Phin asked. He turned his head

to look directly at Joseph.

“Either we pull Ludvik out of Glitnir, or we go

in there and face him inside.”

“I’m not liking the odds of either option,” Phin

grimaced.

Joseph leaned over and kissed away the

expression. “Together, nothing can beat us.”

“I like the sound of that,” Phin admitted.
“Want to get dressed and call a meeting?”

Joseph asked with laughter in his voice.

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“No,” Phin replied seriously. “Want to make

love again instead?”

Joseph pinned Phin under him and kissed his

elf. Love filled him and finally he was with the
person he was meant to have.

“Love you,” he said against Phin’s lips.
“Love you,” Phin replied. “Need you.”
Whatever came next, battles, defeats, wins, an

entire movement of supernaturals wanting a fairer
society, Joseph had Phin at his side.

He could do anything now.

About the Author

I am a writer of male/male novels and short
stories.

From cowboys to bodyguards, and firemen to

billionaires  I  write  dramatic  and  romantic  stories
of  love  and  passion  between  men.  My  first  real
love will always be the world of romance and my
goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a
troubled road to reach happiness, and more than a
hint of happily ever after.

I am the author of the award winning books,

The  Christmas  Throwaway  and  Oracle.  I  am
known for both my Texas series charting the lives
of  Riley  and  Jack,  and  also  my  Sanctuary  series
following  the  work  of  the  Sanctuary  Foundation
and the people it protects.

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