The wind tore in. He couldn’t hear the others, not with his ears or his mind, but shouted the words, prayed they were with him. On the Pagan Stone, the seven candles burned with unwavering flame, and in the bowl, reddened water bubbled. The ground heaved, ramming him into the table of the stone with enough force to knock his breath away. Something like claws raked at his back. He felt himself spinning, impossibly. In desperation, his mind reached out for Layla’s. Then the blast of light and heat flung him blindly into the black.
He crawled, dragging himself over the ground toward the faint echo of her. He yanked his knife free, pulled himself over the bucking ground.
She crawled toward him, and the worst of his fears broke away when he found her hand. When their fingers linked, the light burst again with a sound terrible as a scream. Fire engulfed the Pagan Stone, sheathed it as leather sheathed a blade. In a deafening roar the flame geysered up toward the cold, watching moon. And it flew to ring the clearing in a writhing curtain of fire. In its savage light, Fox saw the others, sprawled on, kneeling on the ground.
All of them, all of them trapped inside a circling wall of flame while in its center, the Pagan Stone spewed more.
Together, he thought as the vicious heat slicked his skin with sweat. Live or die, it would be together. With his hand locked on Layla’s, he pulled them both across the clearing. Then her arm was around him, and they were pulling each other. Cal gripped his forearm, dragged him forward. He met Gage’s eyes. With the air burning, they once again clasped hands.
Together, Fox thought, as the deadly walls of fire edged closer. “For the innocent,” Fox gasped out against the smoke coating his throat. The fire, blinding bright, ate across the ground. There was nowhere to go and, he knew, only moments left. He pressed his cheek to Layla’s. “What we did, we did for the innocent, for each other, and fucking A, we’d do it again.”
Cal managed an exhausted laugh, brought Quinn’s hand to his lips. “Fucking A.”
“Fucking A,” Gage agreed. “Might as well go out with a bang.” He jerked Cybil against him, covered her mouth with his.
“Well, hell, we might as well try to get through it.” Fox blinked his stinging eyes. “No point in just sitting here getting toasted when we could… It’s dying back.”
“Busy here.” Gage lifted his head, scanned the clearing. His smile was both grim and satisfied. “I’m a hell of a good kisser.”
“Idiot.” Cybil shoved him back, pushed up to her knees. Flames retreated toward the stone, began to slide up it. “It didn’t kill us.”
“Whatever we did must’ve been right.” With dazzled eyes, Layla stared as the fire poured itself back into the bowl, shimmered gold. “I think what we did here, especially, finding each other, staying together.”
“We didn’t run.” Quinn rubbed her filthy cheek against Cal’s shoulder. “Any sensible person would have, but we didn’t run. I’m not sure we could have.”
“I heard you,” Layla said to Fox. “Live or die, it was going to be together.”
“We swore an oath. Me, Cal, Gage when we were ten. The six of us tonight. We swore an oath. The fire’s out.” He managed to gain his feet. “I guess we’d better go take a look.” When he turned to the stone, he was struck speechless.
The candles were gone, as was the bowl. The Pagan Stone stood in the moonlight, unmarred. In its center the bloodstone lay, whole.
“Jesus Christ.” Cybil choked the words out. “It worked. I can’t believe it worked.”
“Your eyes.” Fox whipped around to Cal, waved a hand in front of his face. “How’s the vision?”
“Cut it out.” Cal slapped the hand aside. “It’s fine. It’s just fine, good enough to see three’s back into one. Nice job, Cybil.”
They walked toward it, and much as they had during the ritual, formed a circle around the stone on the stone.
“Okay, well.” Quinn moistened her lips. “Somebody’s got to pick it up-meaning one of the guys because it’s theirs.”
Before he could lift his hand to point at Cal, both Cal and Gage pointed at Fox. “Damn it.” He rubbed his hands on his jeans, rolled his shoulders, reached out.
His head fell back, his body convulsed. And as Layla grabbed him, he laughed like a loon. “Just kidding.”
“Goddamn it, Fox!”
“A little levity, that’s all.” He scooped the stone into his hand. “It’s warm. Maybe from the scary magic fire, or maybe it just is. Is it glowing? Are the red splotches glowing?”
“They are now,” Layla murmured.
“It… it doesn’t understand this. It doesn’t know this. I can’t see…” Fox swayed, the world rocked around him. Then Layla gripped his hand, and it steadied again. “I’m holding its death.”
Nudging by Gage, Cybil edged closer. “How, Fox? How is that stone its death?”
“I don’t know. It holds all of us now. You know, from what we did. Our blood is what fused it. And this is part of what can-will-end it. We have the power to do that. We had it all along.”
“But it was in pieces,” Layla finished. “Until now. Until us-all of us.”
“We did what we came to do.” Reaching out, Quinn brushed her fingertips over the stone. “And we lived. Now we have a new weapon.”
“Which we don’t know how to use,” Gage pointed out.
“Let’s just get it home, find the safest place to keep it.” Cal looked around the clearing. “I hope nobody had anything important in their pack, because they’re incinerated. Coolers, too.”
“There go my Nutter Butters.” Fox took Layla’s hand, kissed the wounded palm. “Wanna take a walk in the moonlight?”
“I’d love to.” Could there be a better time, she thought. Could there be a more perfect time? “Good thing I left my purse at Cal’s. Which reminds me. Cal, I’ve got the keys in there, but I’d like to hang on to them if it’s okay with you and your father.”
“No problem.”
“What keys?” Fox asked as he rubbed some soot off her face.
“To the shop on Main Street. I needed them so Quinn and Cybil could look it over with me. It’s all fine for you to look at the space with carpenter eyes, or lawyer eyes, whichever, but if I’m going to open a boutique for women, I wanted women’s eyes.”
“You’re-what?”
“But I am going to need you, and hopefully your father, to go through it with me. And I’m going to charm your father into an I’m-in-love-with-your-son discount. Hopefully a deep discount because of deep love.” Fussily, she brushed at the dirt coating his shirt. “And the fact that even with the loan-and I’m counting on you to put in a really good word for me at the bank-I’m going to be on a very tight budget.”
“You said you didn’t want it.”
“I said I didn’t know what I wanted. Now I do.” Clear, green, amused, her eyes met his. “Did I forget to mention it?”
“Yeah, pretty much altogether.”
“Well.” She gave him a shoulder bump. “I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”
“Layla.”
“I want my own.” She tipped her head to his shoulder as they walked. “I’m ready to go after what I want. After all, Jesus, if not now, when? By the way, consider this my twoweeks’ notice.”
He stopped, took her face in his hands as the others trudged and limped by them. “Are you sure?”
“I’m going to be too busy supervising the remodeling, buying stock, fighting demons to manage your office. You’ll just have to deal with it.”
He touched his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth, then grinned at her. “Okay.”
Exhausted, content, he walked with her behind the others on a path spattered with moonlight. They’d made magic tonight, he thought. They’d chosen their path, and found their way.
The rest was just details.
