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MASKED BY CHAOS
MYSTIC HARBOR BOOK TWO
SUKI WILLIAMS
JARICA JAMES
Copyright © 2022 by Suki Williams and Jarica James
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Trigger Warning
Prologue-Reed
1. Ella
2. Ella
3. Cedric
4. Ella
5. Ella
6. Ella
7. Ella
8. Ella
9. Ella
10. Ella
11. Ella
12. Ella
13. Ella
14. Ella
15. Ella
16. Ella
17. Reed
18. Ella
19. Ella
20. Ella
21. Joseph
22. Maddox
Epilogue - Ella
What Next?
Also By Suki Williams
Also By Jarica James
About the Authors
WELCOME TO MYSTIC HARBOR
Cedric
T he past week had been the most excruciating thing I’d ever
endured and coming from me that was saying something. My
neck was sore from constant injections, but at least Dr. Sloane’s vile
suggestion never came to pass and despite the awful fevers,
dreams, and emptiness, I had survived.
A loud bang was my only warning before the door opened. A
nurse came in with a towel and a sneer. “You’re alive. Lucky us.
Time for a shower, it’s ripe in here.”
“That happens when you neglect a patient's needs for over a
week,” I deadpanned, standing and following her. She went to say
something but turned away just as fast though I didn’t miss the way
her nose scrunched up in disgust, guess my lovely scent of sweat
and body odor was too overwhelming, and damn if that didn’t have
me laughing internally. But I wasn’t about to push too hard and lose
the right to a shower, I couldn't even stand to be with myself right
now.
She led me to the communal showers and this time I didn’t
bother to even look around, instead stripping down and heading
straight for a shower and welcoming the icy spray. We generally
didn’t get a long enough time to even clean ourselves, the ice-cold
water a way to speed us up, but for once, I took my time.
Channeling Drystan’s snark was one-hundred-percent how I
intended to make it through this stay. Terrorize your tormentors was
my new motto.
“Let’s go!” the nurse barked, but I just glared at her and went
back to showering. I’d barely put shampoo in my hair, she could fuck
off. She continued to shout at me as I rinsed, put in conditioner,
washed my body, then rinsed out my hair again. I was practically
blue when I stepped out, but I finally felt like a person again. “Good
thing you’ve got day room today, they won’t put up with this little
attitude of yours.” Her words were sharp like daggers, but I just
smiled sweetly, dried myself, and changed into a fresh outfit she had
brought me. Essentially patient scrubs, an ugly shade of gray and as
bland as this place was.
“I’m done,” I finally said after leaving my clothes in a pile on the
floor. She eyed them then shrugged, leading me down the hall. She
flashed her badge to an attendant to unlock the dayroom, the door
opening with a loud click. She shoved it open and pushed me inside,
barking out my name to the nurses in charge before locking the door
behind me. I’d have tripped if my indignation hadn’t kept me
upright. This place was literally one abuse after the other. Did they
go out and find the absolute, most vile supernaturals ever and
employ them?
Glancing around the room, I saw old, familiar faces, people not
as lucky as I was to escape. Some were truly dealing with psychosis,
but others looked on with dull eyes and I knew they were like me.
Kept here unjustly. Everything in me wanted this place to be shut
down and I vowed to myself that I’d make it happen. Once my
mates came for me, this would all be over. For everyone.
“Find a seat, Eleanor!” the nurse yelled. I turned and faced the
vampire and sat right where I was standing. She growled and
narrowed her eyes. “At a table.”
“Oh, apologies,” I said in mock innocence. “Just following orders.”
She started to stand up at my mocking but another nurse said
something that had her sitting again. I had a feeling my behavior
would be reported, but not a single part of me cared.
“You new here?” a gentle voice asked. I glanced over at the timid
alpha, realizing he was, in fact, a new face.
“This time around, I guess. But I practically grew up in this
hellhole,” I offered, sitting next to him. He had a stack of cards in
front of him, doing an intricate solitaire spread. I narrowed my eyes
at the cards, then at him. The shifter was clearly as sane as I was…
so why was he here? This timid, quiet act was exactly that, an act.
Even as he studied me, I could see the fire in his blue eyes.
Even worse was his scent. It was strong as I settled at the table,
swirling around me in a burst of cedar and smoke. It felt as familiar
as Mystic Harbor; a woodsy, homey scent that hit me with a tidal
wave of emotion. I missed my mates so badly that my entire soul
ached for them. And beyond that, I missed home.
“Hey, you okay?” my new, potential ally reached over, his hand
landing on mine. A new fucking mate mark burned on my sternum
and from the way his jaw clenched, he felt it too. His reaction was
too controlled, almost as if he were trained to not give anything
away. He gave a slight shake of his head, taking his hand back, and
I respected that, trying to act normal. My mind was reeling from the
revelation that I had yet another mate. How many could one have?!
But I knew his silent command was smart. I had already had my
other mates taken from me and honestly, if I lost another, even this
new and unexpected one, well… it wasn’t going to end well for me
here. Focusing on his game, I shifted a few cards into place, acting
like we were playing along. “Shit,” he cursed, staring hard at the
table, but his focus was obviously on the room.
“What?” I whispered, barely audible but he heard me.
“They’re watching. Ignore this, okay?” There was pleading in his
tone, but before I could ask what I was supposed to ignore, he
slammed his hand on the table and growled at me, “Don’t. Touch.
My. Game!” Even with his warning it still caught me off guard and I
scooted away, holding up my hands.
“Fine! It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to figure it out,” I said
back, my voice raised enough for the staff to hear. The man growled
at that, blue eyes flashing in a warning that I ignored.
Crossing my arms, I turned and glared out the window and he
went back to fixing his cards again. It was ridiculous how well we’d
done on that one, even the other patients watching us now. More
importantly, as I shifted my gaze to the nurse’s for a split second
then back out the window, I could see them gossiping happily,
meaning they’d expected us to fight and enjoyed every second of it.
They wanted to see me put in my place and they’d gleefully allow
this alpha to tear me apart. Thankfully he wouldn’t, and honestly,
that small performance solidified that I could trust him.
We sat like that for a while, but neither of us separated.
Eventually, we were given reprieve by the snack cart. They rolled it
through the room, passing out the prepackaged snacks. When the
orderly got to me he gave me a familiar smirk and handed over a
bag of peanuts.
“I know these are your favorite,” he said with a laugh before
handing the alpha a bag of crackers that he knew I preferred. The
staff wasn’t stupid or unobservant, they just purposefully kept us
miserable for their own sick enjoyment.
“Fuck you,” I muttered. He paused, but just turned and chuckled,
a mix of promise and twisted glee on his face. I was making
enemies, and fast. Before, that would have terrified me. Now, I
refused to go down without a fight.
“Give me those!” my unexpected mate yelled, snatching the bag
of peanuts. He slammed his hand on the table, hitting the corner of
his snack packaging before throwing it at me with an evil smirk.
“Enjoy.”
“Damn, what did I do to you, asshole?” I grumbled, but gave him
a secret smile before ripping it open, most of the crackers still intact.
We ate in silence before the vampire nurse stood up and practically
sang out my name.
“Eleanor, Dr. Sloane wants to see you.” I swallowed hard, flashing
a panicked look at my companion. He tensed, gripping the edge of
the table, but didn’t do anything else. Smart. We had to play it cool,
but I would make sure to get a chance to truly speak to him soon.
“I’ll be around, Ella,” he said. The nickname had my eyes
widening and the look in his eyes promised later so I swallowed
down my questions and turned. Before I could leave he said
something else that was barely audible, but I heard it. “You can call
me Malik.”
Malik.
I rolled the name on my tongue as I slowly walked to the exit.
My leisurely approach wasn’t missed given the flash of annoyance
from the vampire as I finally got to the door. The nurse grabbed my
arm tightly, practically dragging me along down the hallway toward
Dr. Sloane’s office.
A hard knock then I was shoved unceremoniously inside, the
door shutting firmly behind me leaving me alone with the doctor. He
was behind his desk, focused on filling out the paperwork in front of
him when he gestured at the open seats across from him, not
bothering to look up.
“Sit. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
I barely managed to bite back my snarky retort. There was a big
difference between fighting back and being just plain dumb. Locked
in a room alone with the alpha who had made my life a living hell
since I was a child? Smarting off would definitely be beyond dumb.
Swallowing my pride, I gingerly sat on the chair that got me the
furthest from him and he didn’t miss it given the dry chuckle he let
loose.
He didn’t do anything else to acknowledge my existence for a
few minutes, my panic and anxiety building by the minute as his pen
scratched away at the paper. It was his full intention and I hated
that I was letting it get to me. Finally, he put the pen down, looking
up at me with a cool gaze.
“You are mighty bold this time around, Eleanor.”
“I’m not the same person this time around,” I told him bluntly.
“Maybe.” A small smirk tugged at his lips as he sat back,
steepling his fingers in front of his face as he studied me intently.
“But that will make this so much sweeter to break you this time. You
think your heat isolation was bad… You have no idea, my dear, what
I can do to you.”
“I have people who will look for me this time,” I shot back and he
burst into a fit of laughter, the sound sending a shiver down my
spine.
“They’ll never find you in time. No one knows where this place is
unless we want them to.” He wiped at his face as if he had actually
teared up from laughing at me. “This is my kingdom. I rule here.
You need to remember that. I see everything that happens. I hear it
all.” He tapped his closed laptop and the blood drained from my
face. “Crazy but smart it seems. I saw everything you did in the
dayroom. Talking back to the staff that’s just trying to help you.
Setting off another patient so they lash out… This won’t do at all.” I
was relieved that he didn’t catch on to my new mate.
“I’m not just going to sit here and let you drug me up, lock me
away!” I shouted, fighting myself to stay in my seat.
“Haven fought back too. She doesn’t fight anything anymore. I
can assure you… She is one of my favorite patients to visit.”
“What?!” I asked, the breath knocked out of me as I tried to
process what he was telling me. But then in a move that was too
fast to see, I was suddenly pricked with a needle in my arm. Almost
instantly, I started feeling woozy.
“I’ll have to tell your father about your recent behavior. He isn’t
going to be happy about this attitude of yours. Just a few hours of
freedom and it seems you can’t even handle that.” The door behind
me opened but I couldn’t seem to move my body to see who was
there. “Can you take Eleanor back to isolation? It seems she needs
more time to adjust to being in her new home.”
No! No, this isn't home.
It will never be home.
I tried screaming but my body wouldn’t listen. Suddenly a huge
man I’d never seen before picked me up out of the seat,
manhandling me until I was over his shoulder. He carried me out of
the office and down the hallway to my isolation cell. The nurse from
this morning smiled tauntingly at me as she opened the door and
the guy dropped me onto my bed.
“Such a pity the youth today don’t know how to accept help.”
Fuck you.
“You can glare daggers all you want, bitch. But we’re the ones in
charge here. As long as we say you’re crazy, that’s how everyone will
see you,” she warned me. “Best to fall in line or you’ll end up just
like your dear, old mom.”
Haven… Mom?
What did that mean? First Sloane and then the nurse… Was my
mom here? Oh my gods, what have they done to her?
Suddenly escaping wasn’t my top priority. My mom might be
here, my real mom, and I needed to find her. Flashes of Dean and
Brooks crossed my mind. I wish I had had the chance to ask them
more about her but I had been so overwhelmed with my mates, my
new magic, that I never got the chance to breathe and talk to them
about her.
Please, don’t let it be too late.
Cedric
F atedOfmates.
course we were. The woman I was supposed to help
escape and who already had eight mates back in Mystic Harbor, was
also my fated mate. Nine mates… I couldn’t even wrap my head
around that number. When they called her to see Dr. Sloane, it took
every ounce of self-control to not lash out, the alpha in me wanting
to protect her from the twisted alpha calling her. But I had a job to
do and doing that job would also protect her.
I shook my head trying to stop my wandering thoughts and
dislodge the scent of vanilla and coffee from my brain. The lingering
musky smell of her heat had clung to her skin and gods, she was
perfection. There was a fire in her blue eyes and when I had called
her Ella I could see her intelligence shining through.
“Malik? It’s time to go back to your room,” a firm voice called out
to me and I forced myself to jump as if startled, my cards spilling all
over the floor.
“My cards! No!” I yelled, dropping down and scrambling to get
them as I muttered angrily about him purposefully doing it.
The vampire nurse approached me slowly and let out an
exasperated sigh before he knelt down and helped me with the
cards. The vampire, Aiden, was the whistleblower who had called in
Remi and I to help shut this place down. He was also our in for
information and my connection with the outside world if something
happened.
“What information do you have about the new girl?” I asked, not
looking up at him as I gathered the cards off the floor.
“Eleanor Vance?” He paused slightly before shaking his head. “In
and out of here since she was a preteen. I only saw her once or
twice before, never worked her chart or anything. But from what I’ve
heard she is one of the patients we don’t ask about. Money buys
silence.”
“Of course it fucking does,” I growled out, the sound barely
audible but I heard him swallow. The beta was an asset but he was
still wary. Smart.
We cleaned up the cards and I dutifully followed him out. As we
walked past the nurse’s station he glanced down at his chart.
“Looks like you have a session,” he told me. I made a show of
letting out an annoyed growl that he chuckled drily at.
“Save it. You know that won’t get you anywhere here,” he bit out,
giving me a slight shove. Only here would a beta dare to do that to
an alpha.
I heard the line of nurses watching the dayroom chuckle before
one of them spoke up. “Wasting your breath, Aiden. They never
fucking learn.”
“You’re right,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head as he
pushed me out of the door. When we got to the hallway he kept the
act up since we passed the long row of dayroom windows. It felt
more like a cage, a display for their possessions, but I kept my
commentary to myself. If I did my job then this place wouldn't be in
use anymore and that would be a blessing to the entire world.
“You’ve got fifteen this time,” he warned me as we entered the
next wing. This wing held the doctor’s personal offices, so it was
riskier than my other searches. There were also a few private rooms,
the more ‘difficult’ patients who didn’t get the luxury of the
dayroom. I had a feeling that Ella would end up in one if we weren’t
careful. It was obvious, even after seeing her only once, that she
was a favorite here. The staff gave her extra grief, and her snark
surprised them, meaning she was different now. My heart had nearly
broke at knowing she’d spent most of her life here, and the fact the
staff put her through it for money alone… It was horrible. I sensed
no insanity in my mate, which meant she had a strength most could
only hope to possess. An average person would have been broken
beyond repair at this point.
Aiden hung near the records room as I stepped further down the
hall. I grabbed my camera pen out of my pocket and snapped
pictures as I went by the rooms. Seeing one patient bound to the
bed, I slipped inside. My heart pounded, knowing how dangerous
this move was, but it was awful. The poor patient was lying flat on
their back, thick leather straps holding down each of their limbs and
their torso. I didn’t recognize who it was and I’d been here for two
months.
Leaning closer I saw the patient's delicate features, long hair, and
the soft swell of breasts under their gown, indicating she was a
female. How long had she been back here? She lifted her neck to
see me, but it looked like there wasn’t much behind her eyes. I
snapped a picture of the bruising along her arms, like she’d been
bound day after day and they’d had to adjust it after a while. She
was riddled with rashes and her hair was matted into knots. My
chest tightened at the pitiful sight, hating the staff even more for
this awful treatment.
As I pushed the door open, voices stopped me in my tracks. The
first one was Sloane’s, meaning Ella’s meeting was over. The second
was one I didn’t recognize, his cadence bored and raspy.
“She’s different now. No longer submissive. We’ve moved her
back to isolation,” Sloane explained, sounding annoyed. Because
how dare anyone fight back against their abuse, I thought to myself
as I listened through the cracked door.
The second man chuckled darkly. “She found her backbone, just
like her mother did. You see where that got her.”
“Oh, but she’ll be so fun to break.” Sloane laughed coldly, a
shiver running down my spine at the sound. “She’ll lose that fire
quickly, don’t worry about that.”
“And if not, we can add a second bed to this room,” the other
man commented. “I’m not pleased with her last stunt.”
“She told me today they’d come for her,” Sloane warned. “But
they’ll never find us. We will put extra security measures up though
if that will make you feel more comfortable.” He was overly confident
in that and I was living proof of how wrong he was.
“I’m not worried. Let them come. I’ll lock them all away just so
she knows they’re close, but always out of reach. The women in my
family have always been powerful, something I’ve made it my
mission to stop,” he said smugly. “I wield it better than they ever
could.” Sloane chuckled, obviously enjoying the company of this
other twisted alpha.
“Come on, I’ll show you to her room, I’m sure she would love to
see you,” Sloane urged.
“She always has. But I have a feeling she’ll be up here sooner
rather than later,” he said darkly. “I don’t have time for these antics.
I’m a busy man.” Their footsteps receded and I pushed the door
open slowly, peeking after them to make sure the hall was empty.
Even Aiden was out of sight so I hurried to Sloane’s office, grabbing
the charts off of the wall, searching for the chart with the same last
name as Ella. There it is!
Haven Matilda Vance. Medically induced coma.
Oh gods, Ella’s mom?! My mind drifted back to the comment
about ending up like her mother and I knew that everything they
spoke about pertained to Ella, and she was in danger. Our timeline
just moved up and I prayed to the gods that I had enough evidence
to make a difference, because my mission has changed. Ella was
now my top priority, I just hoped I could make it happen before it
was too late.
Moving as quickly and quietly as possible, I rushed back to the
records room to find Aiden. He jumped at the sound of the door
opening but composed himself quickly.
“We have to go. Things have changed,” I said urgently. “Ella is
my mate and they’re planning for her to end up like Haven.” The
recognition in his eyes told me he didn’t need further explanation.
He tensed at the news but gave a panicked nod. “You’ll come with
us, we’ll keep you safe.”
“You fucking better or I’m as good as dead.” He sighed, pulling
his hair in agitation before he took a deep breath and dropped his
hands by his side. “I’ll do the calls. Let’s get you back to your room.
I’ll be by later for meds and vitals and give you an update.” I
nodded, glad he was going to do as I insisted, and get this ball
rolling.
If all went well, I’d have my mate and my freedom within a few
hours.
Hunter
I tDays.
was impossible to tell how long I’d been in isolation. Hours.
There were no windows, only the padded walls, a mattress
on the floor, a toilet, and a sink. The room was small enough I
couldn’t even properly pace. So instead, I sat on my bed and spaced
out, letting my own stories carry me away. I wished I had my
journal… anything to keep me busy.
The door slammed open, hitting the wall with a thud and
breaking me out of my daydreaming. It was so loud I nearly jumped
out of my skin.
My heart stopped at the sight of my kidnapper. My former
father’s thin lips curled into a cruel smile and I let my true feelings
show clearly on my face.
The door closed behind him and he walked to the corner of the
room, leaning back and crossing his arms as he studied me. I didn’t
say a word, I’d leave the bullshit to him.
“What? You thought I wouldn't intervene with you acting out?”
he asked, chuckling quietly. “After all I’ve done for you.”
I let out a hollow laugh. “Done for me? You’ve locked me away
and bound my magic.” His eyes light up at the mention of that.
“That was a fun one to find out on my own.”
“Oh, it’s not only bound, Ella.” He laughed once more before
pulling a necklace out from under his shirt, showcasing two vials
attached to a long chain. One was brighter than the other, airy. His
smile was full of sadistic glee as he watched them. Something
moved inside of them, almost like a glittering plume of smoke. “It’s
mine. You can find every mate you have and it will never break this
binding.”
“Why?” I asked in a tired voice, the news not even surprising me.
I was just too exhausted to care, tired of fighting for my freedom,
for the right to just live my life. Now I just wanted the truth for
once.
“Because I deserve it,” he said simply. “Your life will amount to
nothing, your magic going to waste. Only someone with power and
influence like me will make the proper use of it.”
“It’s not yours to take,” I growled with a spark of defiance. “I’ll
get it back.”
He never lost his grin, instead, he pushed off the wall to go to
the door, giving it a quick rap of his knuckles. “Come, Eleanor.” The
command in his voice was hard to ignore and I wasn’t going to push
my luck. Compliance would get me answers and for now, I’d play his
game. Plus if it got me out of this tiny cell, then I was willing.
He didn’t speak as an orderly opened the door. With only a
simple glance back to ensure I was following, he turned and headed
down the hallway. At first, I thought he was taking me to Dr.
Sloane’s office, but he guided me right by it. With each step we took
beyond that, dread started to pool in my stomach and claw at my
throat. My footsteps faltered but I refused to let them stop.
Whatever he was about to do, to show me, whatever this was… it
wasn’t going to end well for me.
“Come.” The order was barked loud enough it echoed off the
walls. I startled, rushing forward on instinct then kicking myself for
it. Compliance may be necessary but the last thing I wanted was for
it to be this enthusiastic. Submission was off the table.
All thoughts of defiance fell away as he pushed open a door,
revealing a hospital room setup inside. My eyes widened at the
methodical beep of the heart monitor and IV stands. This wasn’t a
hospital. Sure, we had an infirmary if someone got hurt, sick, or had
a bad reaction to meds, but nothing like this.
Then my gaze fell on her face. She had aged since the photo I’d
seen of her, but the resemblance was unmistakable. My mother
wasn’t dead. She was here. This entire time she was within reach.
Yet something wasn’t right.
“You don’t know who this is and that makes it so much sweeter.”
He laughed cruelly, fear crawling down my spine at the sound. “Her
name is Haven. She was beautiful if a bit touched in the head, like
you I’m afraid. But in the end, she was useful.”
“How can you talk about your sister like that? My mother?” I
asked, unable to hold my tongue. Even as I spoke, I couldn’t tear
my eyes from her prone form.
He looked over at me, his gaze calculating as he studied me. “So
you do know Haven… Hmm, I was wrong… This is still thrilling
knowing that you know she’s your mother.”
“Why is she here? Why is she asleep?”
“She’s not sleeping. She’s in a coma,” he said proudly, walking
around me to stop next to the IV stand, and tapping it lovingly.
“Though now she might be too weak to wake up.” With that he
pulled out a small rune stone, then the necklace off of his neck. He
popped the cork from the vial before pressing the rune to Haven’s
forehead. It glowed, a thin line of smoke absorbing into the stone
before it went out again. He tapped it to the top of the vial and it
added to the smoke inside, this one far more opaque than the other.
“You put her in a coma so you could take her magic? What the
fuck is wrong with you, you sick fucking bastard?!” I screeched, my
voice shaking and high-pitched. Rushing to her side, I rested a hand
on her skin, it was cool and clammy, and there wasn’t a single
reaction to my touch.
His look turned from amused to feral at my insubordination,
rushing forward and slamming me onto Haven, not a care for either
of our well-being. His hand tightened around my throat as he leaned
in so close his breath fanned over my face and I had to fight not to
gag at the stench emanating from him.
“Don’t for a fucking second think that you get to speak to me
that way. You’re not in charge here, I am. And there’s not a damn
thing you can do to stop it,” he promised, voice icy and measured.
“They will come for me,” I said, my filter gone now. He wasn’t
scaring me, if anything, he was pissing me off. “My mates will come
rescue me.”
“Let them. I can find a room for them too,” he said before
tightening his fist to the point I couldn’t breathe or talk back. My
fingernails dug into his hand as I tried to pry it away. This time my
magic lashed out, electricity sparking fiercely, encompassing his
hand. It felt like nothing more than a tingle for me, but he gasped,
jumping back and clutching his hand. With him off of me, I jumped
up and ran to the back corner of the room, pushing my back against
it and trying to force my magic to stay at the ready. If he was going
to kill me, I was going to put up a fight.
“I’m not the same. You can’t push me around anymore,” I said
with more confidence than I felt.
“It seems your powers have grown,” he commented almost
absently as he rubbed his wrist. The vial of smoke that must be
some of my magic glowed brightly. He nodded and shrugged,
walking over to the machine beeping beside her. Stopping in front of
the IV, he clicked a few buttons before tapping a finger on her arm. I
watched as her skin was slowly enveloped in a green glow, but a few
seconds later her eyes opened wide. She didn’t try to speak but her
breathing became rapid, eyes glancing around wildly. The heart
monitor sped up as her gaze landed on her brother.
“Don’t look at me, look at her,” he told her, pointing me out.
Instinctively, I stepped forward, my heart shattering but wanting to
give her a dash of hope.
“Mom?” I asked, barely holding back a sob as I glanced at the
one person I needed growing up, the one he stole from me.
The monitor increased again and her expressive eyes focused on
me, and a single tear escaped as she stared at me. She didn’t speak,
but the glimmer of horror and hope were intertwining and I knew
that she was a fighter.
“That’s enough of that,” he announced, tapping the buttons
again, no doubt releasing the sedative again. She struggled against
it, her eyes blinking hard as she refused to look away.
“I’ll save you,” I promised, feeling it in my very soul. How could I
leave now that I knew she was here? She was just as important as
my mates and the idea of her spending my entire life in this room, in
a coma, was too much to process.
“Aw, now wasn’t that touching?” he mocked. My magic sparked
to the surface but he didn’t even flinch away. “I wouldn’t do that if I
were you. Do you really think that she didn’t fight? You’re more alike
than you’ll ever get the chance to know. And this is my one and only
warning to you. Keep up that mouth of yours, and she’ll get a new
roommate.”
Unable to look away, I held my mom’s sorrowful gaze until the
sedatives won, forcing her back into darkness. Everything in me
wanted to lash out at my uncle, but I knew that I couldn’t. Not here,
not now.
Suddenly my uncle was standing in front of me, startling me
enough that I stumbled back. As my back hit the wall, he brought up
the rune stone and necklace. He must have opened the vial that
represented my magic when I wasn’t looking and with a quick tap to
my forehead, I suddenly felt woozy, empty. Billows of smoke poured
out of me, pouring into the bottle and my uncle’s face lit with wicked
glee, bright with anticipation as I felt my power draining from me.
Quickly he put the lid on the vial and mockingly patted my face.
“It’s good to see you again, daughter. With this new well of power,
I’ll have to visit you often.”
He took my power. Most of it. I could feel a faint whisper in my
veins but it was nothing compared to what had started to become
my new normal. I felt almost hollow now, empty.
The icy reality of it slithered down my spine, settling in my
bones. I didn’t speak again, nodding slowly. My only choice now was
to be silent, compliant, and bide my time. My mates would come for
me, and we’d take her with us too. And I had at least one ally on the
inside, someone I could confide in and make a plan with. Either way,
my uncle was wrong about one thing. I would get to know her, save
her from this never-ending hell, even if it was the last thing I did.
IT HAD BEEN a few days since my uncle’s visit and the empty
feeling hadn’t gone away. I didn’t realize how used I had gotten to
that well of power inside of me until it was missing. Swallowing
hard, I didn't fight or argue with the nurse as she harassed me
through a quick shower, and then I was out the door and heading
towards the sunroom.
As I walked, I forced myself not to snark at the nurses as they
made comments about my absence or that they were glad I had
finally learned my place. Did my mother have to go through this
before her brother stole her magic from her? How much did she
fight before they put her in that coma? I bit my lip as I sat down in
one of the chairs, looking out one of the windows yet seeing nothing
outside. Flashes of my mates filled my mind, grounding me even
though we weren’t together. Tanniv’s patient and laid-back smile as
he told me stories on the dock. Asra’s possessive kiss on the beach
when we were mated. Spencer and Hunter sharing their pasts with
me as Hunter held me close in his arms. Maddox’s shyness and
Reed’s infectious smile. Drystan’s sweet side that he saved just for
me and the feel of Leif against me when we finally mated. They
were all part of my safe haven and I wanted to be home with every
fiber of my being. I wanted to be with them. But there were two
people here I couldn’t just walk away from. Malik and Haven.
As if my thoughts had summoned him, Malik stumbled into the
sunroom, the sun highlighting his mussed red hair as he mumbled
and played with his deck of cards. I made sure to not pay too much
attention to him, not wanting the nurses to note it and hold it
against him. A few minutes later I sensed someone sitting down in a
chair near mine but I kept my gaze trained outside not knowing who
it was. The soft shuffle of cards signaled who it was along with a
whisper of smoke and cedar. I pushed back relieved tears as I
looked slowly over to stare at Malik, my new mate, as he started
spreading the cards out on a TV tray.
“You’ve been gone for days.” His voice was soft but I didn’t miss
the hint of concern.
I hummed, not commenting on what had happened. Too many
ears around that could overhear.
“A nurse is going to collect you for your afternoon therapy,” he
continued carefully after a few minutes of strained silence between
us. “Aiden. Don’t fight him. I’ll see you then.”
“We don’t—” My brow furrowed and he cursed loudly, knocking
cards off his tray.
“Remember that name. Aiden. I’ll see you then.”
We didn’t speak again. Malik kept messing with his cards,
occasionally having an outburst and sending cards flying off the tray.
As for myself, I took comfort in his presence and stared out the
window, trying to think of what I could do to help my mom, to save
her from this hellhole, and thought of my mates in Mystic Harbor,
desperately hoping I would see them soon.
The free time flew by and when I was tapped on the shoulder to
leave, a new face greeted me. It was a nurse I had never seen
before, a beta vampire with dark burgundy eyes and the hint of
fangs flashing as he smiled at me. Something behind his expression
was kind and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on.
“Time for therapy, Eleanor.” He pulled me up from my chair, his
grip lighter than most nurses here. I didn’t respond, letting him drag
me out of the sunroom and down the hallway. The vampire dropped
his hold as soon as we were out of sight of the other nurses, though
he stayed close by me as we continued to walk.
“Are you Aiden?” I whispered and out of the corner of my eye
Aiden nodded jerkily, clearly nervous about something.
“No talking until we get where we are going,” he growled, though
there was no menace in it. “Through here.”
He pushed me through a doorway and inside was a laundry room
and Malik stood there. He wasn’t in patient scrubs anymore though,
instead, he was in green nurse scrubs.
“Ella,” he greeted me, relief lighting up his face. Walking over to
me he grabbed my hands as he looked me over then glanced up at
Aiden. “Are we ready?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“What is going on?” I asked, looking between the two of them,
feeling like I was missing something important.
“We’re leaving,” Malik insisted, an alpha command clear in his
voice.
“No,” I argued, trying to pull my hands out of his. Aiden stilled at
my answer. “My mom is here—”
“That’s exactly why we need to get you out of here.”
Indignation filled me at his words. “I don't know who the fuck
you think you are—”
“I’m your fucking mate.”
“Oh shit,” Aiden muttered, backing away until he was as far from
us as he could get. “You two mated?!”
“Not so loud,” Malik and I warned him at the same time before
glaring at each other again.
“You are one of my mates,” I informed him. “But I’m not leaving
my mom in this place. She has been here for gods know how long,
Malik.”
“Cedric.”
“What?” I pulled my head back slightly, confused with what was
happening.
“My first name is Cedric. I went by my middle name for this…
job.”
“One thing at a time.” I waved my hands around, not willing to
be sidetracked though my mind was whirling. “My mom. If she isn’t
coming, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Ella,” Aiden spoke up as Malik, Cedric, opened his mouth to
respond. “I saw your mom’s chart. We don’t have the resources to
safely move her. If we attempted to get her out of here right now
then she probably wouldn’t make it to Mystic Harbor. We need the
equipment and another set of doctors to wean her off the drugs and
things they have put into her body for years.”
Tears fell down my cheek and a large hand wiped them away.
“Ella. You have my word we will come back for her. I promise. But
your mom wouldn’t want you to stay here in this place being
mistreated. That won’t help her get released. We’ll have more luck
on the outside.”
“Who are you?” I croaked out, trying to not completely break
down.
“I’m a private investigator and I’ve been here undercover to
gather evidence of what’s going on in this place to close it down,” he
told me gently, yet firmly. He placed a finger under my chin to force
me to look up at him. “Your mates from Mystic Harbor contacted my
partner and told us about you being taken. I was already here doing
my job and I said I’d help you get out. That’s today.”
“Today?” My mind was whirling trying to keep up with our back
and forth conversation. There were so many revelations and bombs
being dropped that I wasn’t sure I comprehended everything.
“Right now.” My mate let go of me and turned for a set of small
green scrubs. “You need to change and then we are climbing into
the basket of laundry. Aiden is going to wheel it out and then he is
driving us out of here. My partner is meeting us down the road to
give us some distance from this place. I took pictures of your mom’s
file and all her information.” That caught me off guard, he really had
done his research.
“Why did you have to be another alpha?” I joked, trying to
lighten the mood as I snagged the clothes from him.
“How many alphas are there?” Amusement sparked in his bright,
blue eyes.
My modesty was completely gone after being here so I started
undressing in front of him. Aiden let out a garbled sound of surprise
and he turned, facing the wall while he asked me to please hurry. I
had on a sports bra under my shirt today and high cut underwear,
nothing sexy but Cedric’s gaze showed he clearly was a fan of what
he saw though he paled, lips parting in shock when he saw my
massive mate marking on my sternum. All the phases of the moon,
including a sun and full moon in the middle. Nine mates. Nine.
“Six.”
“What?” he said, blinking a few times.
“Alphas,” I clarified as I slipped into the green pants. “Six alphas,
including you. Two betas and another omega. Just so you know
what you’re getting into.”
“We need to get going,” Aiden spoke up. “Can I turn around
now?”
“Yes.” I smiled at the blushing vampire. “One more thing.” I
swallowed hard. “My uncle… he stole my magic. That’s the reason
my mom is here and what he has been doing to her and I for years.
He siphons it from both of us and uses it for himself. He did it to me
days ago, that’s why you haven’t seen me. I don’t… I still don’t feel
right.”
A growl rumbled deep in Cedric’s chest and his blue eyes flashed
brightly as he gathered my clothes. “They are lucky we are leaving
now. We will figure this out when we get to Mystic Harbor.”
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This called forth loud protests from Abd er Rahman, who declared
that it was quite impossible for him to work in such heat on such a
meagre supply.
I endeavoured to pacify him by pointing out that I was not asking
him to do anything I was not prepared to do myself, and that, as a
Sudani, he belonged to a race that prided themselves on being able
to endure the hardships to be encountered in a desert journey. But
he only got more excited, saying that he and Ibrahim did more work
than I did, as they had to load and unload the camels and walked all
day, while I occasionally rode. Dahab, he added, was of no use in
the desert, as he was only a cook, and I could do without him, and,
as we were short of water, we had better get rid of him. At the end he
was fairly shouting at me with rage, and, as he was not in a state to
listen to arguments, I walked away from the camp into the desert to
give him time to cool down.
A Sudani at heart is a savage, and if a savage thinks he is
deprived of the necessaries of life he is very apt to fall back upon
primitive methods, and is quite capable of “getting rid” of anyone who
stands between him and his water supply. Visions of the ghastly
scenes that took place among the survivors of the shipwrecked
“Medusa” and “Mignonette,” when they ran short of water, and of the
terrible fate that overtook the survivors of the disastrous Flatters
expedition, during their retreat to Algeria from the central Sahara,
came up before my eyes, and, as I saw Abd er Rahman and Ibrahim
earnestly consulting together, I felt the situation was not one to be
trifled with.
I went back to the camp fully expecting to have to deal with
something like a mutiny. I called Abd er Rahman up and told him he
was never to speak to me again like that, and if he did I should fine
him heavily. I said that we should find plenty of water in the depot at
Jebel el Bayed and there was no need at all for any anxiety, but that,
owing to the leakage from the tanks, we should have to be careful till
we got there. I told him that I should help to load and unload the
baggage, and would walk all day to show that the allowance of water
was sufficient. As to Dahab, I pointed out that he had worked with
him for two seasons in the desert, and that it was very treacherous
for him to turn round and want to “get rid” of him directly there was a
slight deficiency in the water supply.
Much to my surprise, I found him extremely penitent. He said I
could drink all his water supply and Ibrahim’s as well if I wanted it; of
course he could put up with a small water supply better than I could,
he was very strong; and as for Dahab he was an excellent fellow and
a friend of his; he had only been angry because he was thirsty. I told
him that it was very easy for him to talk, but that I should like to see
how much there was at the back of what he said, so I challenged him
to see if he could do on less water than I could. A sporting offer of
this sort generally appeals to a Sudani or an Arab. He accepted my
challenge with a grin.
Ibrahim afterwards apologised for his brother, saying that he had
been behaving like a woman.
The sealing-wax I had put on the leaks effectually closed them;
but towards noon the increasing heat melted the wax and soon they
were leaking as badly as ever; the other tanks, that had held out up
to that point, also opened their seams in the heat, and, by the end of
the day, every single tank that I had was dripping its precious
contents on to the ground. Only the small ones that I had made for
the depots remained waterproof.
As the sealing-wax proved ineffectual, I scraped it off in the
evening, and, since the leaks were all in the seams of the tanks, I
plugged them with some gutta-percha tooth stopping that I had
fortunately brought with me, wedging it into the seams where they
leaked with the blade of a knife. This was apparently unaffected by
the heat, and, though it was liable to be loosened by rough usage,
was a great improvement on the wax. But the leaks were plugged
too late. During the two days while they were open, one tank had
become almost entirely empty, and the others had all lost a
considerable portion of their contents. Fortunately I had allowed an
ample supply of water, most of which was in the depot at Jebel el
Bayed, so with the small tanks to fall back on in case of need, we
could count on being able to get out about twelve days instead of the
fifteen I had arranged for, which I expected would more than take us
to Owanat.
We continued our march, leaving a small depot behind us at each
camp till we reached the main store. This I found had not been
made, as I intended it should be, at the foot of Jebel el Bayed, but a
good half-day’s journey to its north.
I was greatly relieved to see that the depot appeared to be quite in
order; but Abd er Rahman was evidently suspicious, for leaving the
unloading of the camels to Ibrahim and Dahab, he went off to the
depot and began peering about and searching the neighbourhood for
tracks.
Almost at once he returned with a very long face, announcing that
a lot of water had been thrown away. I hurried up to the depot, and
he pointed out two large patches of sand thickly crusted on the
surface, showing that a very large amount of water had been spilt.
We examined the depot itself. The sacks of grain were quite
untouched, but every one of the large iron tanks was practically
empty, with the exception of one which was about half full. The little
tanks intended for the small depots did not appear to have been
tampered with, perhaps because they would have required some
time to empty.
The neighbourhood of the place where the water had been
poured was covered with the great square footprints made by
Qway’s leather sandals, and made it quite clear that it was he who
had emptied the tanks. There was no trace of the more rounded
sandals worn by Abdulla on that side of the depot.
We followed Qway’s footprints for a short distance. About two
hundred yards away from the depot they joined on to Abdulla’s, the
small neat marks of Qway’s camel overlaying the bigger prints of
Abdulla’s hagin—showing clearly that Qway had been the last to
leave. I then returned with Abd er Rahman to the camp to decide
what was best to be done.
The heavy leakage from the tanks we had brought with us,
coupled with the large amount of water thrown away by Qway, made
it abundantly clear that all chance of carrying out the scheme for
which I had been working for two seasons, of getting across the
desert to the Sudan, or of even getting as far as Owanat, was
completely out of the question. It was a nasty jar, but it was of no use
wasting time in grousing about it.
Our own position gave cause for some anxiety. So far as I and the
men with me were concerned we were, of course, in no danger at all.
Mut, with its water supply, could easily have been reached in about a
week—it was only about one hundred and fifty miles away—and we
had sufficient water with us and in the depots to take us back there.
As for Qway, I felt he was quite capable of looking after himself,
and I did not feel much inclined to bother about him. The difficulty
was Abdulla. From his tracks it was clear that he had no hand in
emptying the tanks, and I very much doubted whether he knew
anything at all about it. Abd er Rahman’s explanation of what had
occurred was, I felt sure, the correct one. His view was that Abdulla,
though “very strong in the meat, was rather feeble in the head,” and
that Qway had managed to get rid of him on some excuse and had
stayed behind to empty the tanks, which he had then put back in
their places, hoping perhaps that we should not notice that anything
was wrong.
Abdulla, counting on me to bring him out water and provisions,
had gone off for a six days’ journey, relying on meeting us at the end
of that time. After going as far as he could to the south, he was to cut
across on to Qway’s track and then to ride back along it to meet us.
The man had served me well, and in any case I did not feel at all
inclined to leave him to die of thirst, as he certainly would, if we did
not go out to meet him. Obviously, we should have to follow up
Qway’s track to relieve him—a course which also held out the
alluring prospect of being able to get hold of Qway himself.
But our water was insufficient to enable the whole caravan to go
on together, and it was urgently necessary to send back to Dakhla
for a further supply. The difficulty was to know whom to send. There
was always the risk that Qway might wheel round on us and try to
get at our line of depots; and unfortunately he carried a Martini-Henri
rifle I had lent him. My first idea was to go back with Dahab myself,
as I could have found my way back to Mut without much difficulty,
using my compass if necessary—the road was an easy one to follow
—and to let the two Sudanese go on to relieve their fellow-
tribesman, Abdulla; but this scheme seemed to be rather throwing
the worst of the work on them—besides I wanted to go ahead in
order to make the survey.
Abd er Rahman, of course, could have found his way back quite
easily; but, though he carried a Martini-Henri carbine, he was a vile
shot, even at close range, as he funked the kick; moreover, he stood
in such awe of Qway that I was afraid, if they met, he would come off
second best in the event of a row, even with Dahab to back him up.
Ibrahim, however, cared no more for Qway than he did for an afrit
that threw clods, or for anyone else. With his flint-lock gun—bent
straight by Abdulla—he was a very fair shot; but he was young and
had had little experience of desert travelling, and I was very doubtful
whether he would be able to find his way. When I questioned him on
the subject, however, after a little hesitation and a long consultation
with Abd er Rahman, he declared his willingness to try, and his
brother said he thought he would be able to do it.
The next morning he set out with Dahab and the two worst
camels, carrying all the empty tanks. His instructions were to get
back as fast as possible to Mut, refill the tanks, and come out again
as quickly as he could with a larger caravan, if he could raise one,
and to beg, borrow or steal all the tanks and water-skins he could get
hold of in the oasis, and to bring them all back filled with water. I
gave him a note to the police officer, telling him what had happened
and asking him to help him in any way he could. I gave him my
second revolver and Dahab my gun, in case they should fall foul of
Qway on the way, and then packed them off, though with
considerable misgivings as to the result.
It was curious to see how the discovery that our tanks in the depot
had been emptied, in spite of the difficulties that it created, cheered
up the men. The feeling of suspense was over. We knew pretty well
what we were up against, and everyone, I think, felt braced up by the
crisis. Dahab looked a bit serious, but Ibrahim, with a gun over his
shoulder, and suddenly promoted to the important post of guide to a
caravan, even though it consisted of only two camels and an old
Berberine cook, was in the highest spirits. I had impressed on him
that the safety of his brother, his tribesman Abdulla and myself,
rested entirely on his brawny shoulders, and that he had the chance
of a lifetime of earning the much-coveted reputation among the
bedawin of being a gada (sportsman)—and a gada Ibrahim meant to
be, or die. I had no doubt at all of his intention of seeing the thing
through, if he possibly could. I only hoped that he would not lose his
way.
Having seen him off from the depot on the way back to Mut, I
turned camel driver and, with the remainder of the camels and all the
water we could carry, set out with Abd er Rahman to follow up
Qway’s tracks to relieve Abdulla. Abd er Rahman, too, rose to the
occasion and started off gaily singing in excellent spirits. I had told
him that I wanted to see whether he or Qway was the better man in
the desert, and the little Sudani had quite made up his mind that he
was going to come out top-dog.
CHAPTER XVIII