“He’s going to... No! I won’t believe that.”
“Nevertheless, it’s true.”
“But...but....” She went still, as if she couldn’t even bare to breathe. “He never experienced the life he dreamed of...a life free of Disaster. He should know how it feels to be at peace before he dies, and I can give him that chance, even if only for a little while.”
“And you’re willing to give your life for that chance? Take a moment. Think about this. Once it’s done, it cannot be undone.”
“I have thought about it. I want to do it here, now.”
Malcolm nodded. “Very well. My bargain is now with you.” He held out his hand and a sword of fire appeared.
In that moment, a sickening realization dawned. Tink had taken the ring, and she’d taken the demon, and she now planned to take Kane’s place.
She was going to die in his stead, simply to give him a few days, maybe a few weeks, without the demon.
“No!” Kane screamed. “No! Don’t you dare!”
But it was too late.
Malcolm had already been in the process of striking. The fire pierced her chest, and her scream of pain shattered every corridor of his heart.
“No!” he cried. “No!”
The sword slid out of her and Kane saw a gap the size of his fist.
Tink collapsed. And Malcolm vanished.
Kane dropped to his knees and roared up at the sky.
IN A DAZE, when the shock of what he’d witnessed had worn off, but not the horror, never the horror, Kane crawled to his wife, gathered her in his arms and cradled her precious body against his chest. He held her for what seemed an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than an hour.
There was no blood on her or him. The sword had cauterized the wound, and it wasn’t right. He should be covered in her blood, should have tangible evidence of the pain she had endured. He should have to wear it, a constant reminder of the disaster he had allowed—even without the demon living inside him. He needed to see his shame. His grief. His failure. Something, anything, but this...nothingness.
Nothingness. Yes. That’s all he had now.
His wife, his love, was gone. For nothing! Didn’t she know he could not have peace without her?
Tears must have been brewing at the back of his eyes because they suddenly spouted out, like rivers of anguish. He sobbed like a baby, and he didn’t care who saw him. Guards and Opulens came up to him and tried to talk to him, to learn what had happened, but he snarled and sent them running away.
“How could you do this?” he demanded of Tink. But he already knew the answer, didn’t he. She’d loved his life more than her own. “How?”
He brushed his fingers through the softness of her hair—her blond hair? Yes. Blond. Even her features had changed. She looked like Petra, and he had a moment of hope, thinking Petra had died and not his wife. But then her hair and features changed again, and he found himself peering down at someone he didn’t recognize.
When she changed a third time, and the strange image remained for an hour, then another, realization hit him and all hope withered. This was Tink, the blonde in the painting, and she was dead.
She had drained the Phoenix, acquiring the girl’s ability to shift identities, that was all. Because, now that the shifting had stopped, whatever spark had tried to ignite had been extinguished.
His Tink was dead, and she wasn’t ever coming back.
He howled up at the sky.
He had his freedom now, but the price had been too high.
He wanted to lash out, to kill someone, destroy something, but he couldn’t bear to release his Tink. So he sat there, even as the sun disappeared behind clouds and rain poured. He sat there as day turned to night.
Malcolm appeared a few feet away, his skin pallid, his lips compressed into a hard line.
A growl rose in Kane’s throat.
“I know I’m the last person you wish to see right now, but I must tell you what I’ve learned. I...went to my leader, told him what I’d done. He has assured me you will survive the removal of your demon, just as the girl wished.”
Well, what do you know? Kane could release his wife, after all. He stood, his hands fisted. “I might survive, but you won’t.”
The Sent One raised his chin. “Hear me out, warrior.”
“How could you kill her? You are forbidden from taking human life, and she was half human.”
“The moment she accepted your demon, I stopped seeing her that way.”
“That doesn’t change your rules.”
“No, nor does it change my circumstances. I was going to be punished either way.”
Will...kill...
But the warrior wasn’t finished. “I was wrong when I told you that you would be emptied out. Your cup wasn’t spilled over. Water was poured inside, slowly displacing the oil. Now, you’re filled with the water...with love. I’m...sorry for your wife’s death.”
“Doesn’t matter now.” He withdrew two daggers.
The Sent One sighed. “You don’t want to fight me.”
“You’re right. I want to murder you.” He launched one of the daggers, aiming for Malcolm’s neck, but he vanished, and the weapon soared past him, embedding in a tree. Then, he reappeared.
Kane threw the other dagger, and the Sent One performed the same move.
He advanced. They’d settle this with their hands, then.
“Your woman.” Frowning, Malcolm tilted his head to the side as he looked beyond Kane’s shoulder. “She’s on fire.”
Kane spun, seeing flames dance at the end of her big toes. Once again, hope ignited as he realized what was happening. If she had retained Petra’s abilities, she could rise from her own ashes.
But what if Petra had been close to the final death?
He watched, desperate, as the flame spread to Tink’s other toes...to her ankles. Her knees. Her waist. Her shoulders...her head. Until she was engulfed.
She began to wither. A pile of ashes formed.
Then, nothing. The flames vanished.
Another hope destroyed.
Kane erupted.
He tore out hunks of earth. He kicked and punched trees. He—
Was blown backward by an intense wave of heat. He rolled to a stop and jumped to his feet. Beside him, Malcolm did the same. Another fire now raged, this one crackling over the ashes, lifting them, swirling them together.
Please, he thought. Please.
A female form came into view, floating in the center of the flames. Tink’s face took shape, then her hair, and body, and his heart nearly burst from his chest.
She opened her eyes, and the flames died in an instant. Her naked form fell to the ground, and she hmphed, losing her breath.
Breath. She had breath.
It had worked!
Kane dropped to his knees, the rush of relief too much for him.
She held up a trembling arm, twisted it in the light, then held up the other. “I’m really here.” Her eyes widened. “Kane, I’m really here!”
He lumbered to his feet, staggered over to her. He needed to touch her. Like, now. Emotion clogged his throat as he fell at her feet and gathered her in his arms. “I’ve never been so glad to watch someone catch fire,” he said, squeezing her tight. “You reformed, sweetheart. You reformed.”
“But only the Phoenix can do—” Realization dawned on her beautiful face. “The Phoenix! I took from her.”
“Yes.” A miracle of perfect timing. A choice...and a destiny.
“William must have killed her,” Malcolm said. “That’s the only way Josephina would have retained the ability. Which means, it hasn’t faded and it won’t. She’s no longer half human. She’s fully immortal, though it appears her ability is weaker than that of other Phoenix. They usually catch fire moments after the deathblow is struck.”