Seven Wardens: Books 1-4

Chapter 12-1

CHAPTER 12

She couldn’t believe she was about to go through the Staran again. To feel the nothingness. But this was the only way they had to get to Malan apparently. She felt the waves singing in her blood, a sure sign that the fearsaidh was right, her magic had already started unlocking. All she needed to do to finish unlocking it was to bind with the other Wardens. Well, that wasn’t happening. Not if her life depended on it. But even so, she was pleased that she knew it was possible to get access to her powers again. It made her feel a lot more in control of herself.

“I still say we should stop off and get some waffles,” Jared murmured under his breath. Macey threw him a dirty look over her shoulder. And not the kind of dirty look he’d want either. No. He lost the right to any of those the moment he claimed her and made a f*****g tattoo appear on her back. Sure, he claimed he had no idea how it happened, but somehow, she didn’t believe him. Or didn’t want to believe him. If she did, she’d likely have to accept the stupid Warden thing too. And she wasn’t prepared to do that yet. Not until she’d heard it from Flint’s prophet.

“We don’t have time to stop for waffles,” Cam reasoned. She was surprised by how calm he sounded, and not at all like they were responsible for some serious saving. Actually, she kind of liked how assured he was. There was no doubt he’d do what needed to be done. There was something about the voice that heated her up in places she really shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

“Maybe Malan will have some,” Jared added. Macey rolled her eyes, thankful that none of them could see her from where they were stood behind.

“I doubt ghostly prophets stock the kitchen,” Flint said, amusement lingering just below the surface. Macey didn’t turn to look at him. If she did, she’d probably see the smirk that was surely on Jared’s face, and then she’d melt. And forget to be mad at him. Come to think of it, she was kind of melting a little already. Damn incubus.

“How would you know? Are you a ghostly prophet? He loves waffles.”

“I find it highly unlikely that he makes them himself.” Flint’s voice cracked, and Macey almost stifled the giggle she’d been suppressing.

“Ah, so you’re not too mad at me then, little kelpie.” Her giggle ended, and something very different to amusement flooded through her. Especially as Jared’s voice sounded closer than it had before. A lot closer.

Strong arms circled her, and without meaning to, she leaned back into him, enjoying the closeness.

“No, I suppose not,” she grumbled.

“I really didn’t know what was happening, I swear it.” She twisted her head to the left so that she was looking at him, and noticed the overwhelming earnestness in his eyes.

“I know,” she half-whispered. His expression changed before her eyes as a large grin spread across his face. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, not lingering for a second. Much to her disappointment.

“I’m glad.”

“Right, now that’s sorted. Shall we?” Flint asked, waving his hand towards the Staran in front of them. Macey nodded, untangling herself from Jared’s arms, and making her way towards him. She wrapped her arms around Flint’s waist, wishing it was her legs instead. Looking up at him, she saw the soft smile on his lips. He was clearly feeling a lot better than while they’d been under water. For that she was glad.

“Ready when you are,” she said.

“Oh, I’m always ready for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and Macey’s skin flushed just thinking of all the things he would do. She decided she needed some alone time with him soon.

“Let’s get going, Flame-Man.”