Love Mark Fantasy Book 3: Mark of Love

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Linda Kage

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Kapitel

Autor:in

Linda Kage

Gelesen

113K

Kapitel

💕 Romance 👩‍❤️‍👨 True Mate 💘 Fated Mates 🎭 Drama 💪🏻 Protector 🧙‍♂️ Paranormal & Fantasy ⚔️ Action & Adventure 🧙‍♀️ Witches & Wizards 🐉 Romantasy

Prologue

Quilla

THE TENTH REAPING

I clapped my hands over my ears as another scream echoed down the hall, this one louder and closer than the last. It sounded like Mama.

When the cry stopped abruptly, I gave a thick swallow, tucked my knees up to my chest, then squeezed my eyes shut, rocking myself slowly back and forth.

I guess Mama was gone now. Just like Grandpa, Grandma, Daddy, my brother Quatro, and a handful of cousins.

I had just seen them all die.

I’d never witnessed murder before.

And I didn’t want to ever again.

Huddled in the dirt behind the main staircase, I swiped the back of my hand across my upper lip when the slow trickle of something wet slid from my nose. My hand came away red and sticky.

Blood.

Bleeding made sense. A hailstorm of debris had hit me when Grandpa’s brother’s family had invaded the great dining hall by blowing out one of the sidewalls I’d been sitting near.

My palm trembled as I prodded my hair, checking for more wounds, and rubble dust fell from the ratted strands, landing on the frayed and grimy hem of my dress. As if they were lethal, I kicked the chunks of wall away with a bare, scraped toe before I tucked my leg back under my skirt and returned myself to the fetal position, hugging my knees and rocking again.

Distant bellows and shrieks began to fade further away. I hummed to myself—just inside my mind though, so no one else could hear it—to block out the rest of the world.

But that didn’t help. Jolting when a shout sounded from nearby, I sucked in an involuntary gasp. Boots pounded closer. I tensed, fearing I’d been discovered. But the clanging of metal and swords slamming together told me the runner had been fleeing from someone else, and they weren’t coming for me.

I had no idea who was fighting this time. Honestly, it no longer mattered. As soon as my grandfather’s brother Orick and his family had invaded, everyone had turned on everyone else. It was impossible to know who to trust anymore. To know who was good.

One minute, Grandpa Obediah had been raising his goblet with a toast and smiling to celebrate Grandma’s birthday, then a loud boom made my ears ring. Dust clogged my vision, and the next thing I knew, Grandpa’s head had landed on the floor, no longer connected to his body.

Utter madness followed. Brother turned against sister, husband against wife, mother against son.

I’d been so stunned watching my cousins Queen and Quote stabbing each other to death, I hadn’t even noticed my own brother Quatro charging toward me with a raised dagger until Mama screamed a warning. I’d turned just in time to see her thrust a sword into the center of his back to stop him.

Frozen, I gaped as the blade emerged through the front of his chest and blood bloomed across the cloth of his tunic. My mother had murdered one of my brothers. To save me.

I would’ve remained stupefied even longer, trying to process what was happening, but Mama had roared, “Run, Quilla, run!” just as Daddy rushed at her from behind, spear raised, only for Uncle Palmer to slay him with a battle-ax before he could reach her.

A whimper filled my throat. My entire family had gone insane. It could only mean one thing.

Another reaping had begun.

Grandpa had taught us all about the reapings. He’d survived one already, back when he was twenty-nine, he claimed, before he’d met Grandma or the rest of us were born. Before even Daddy was born.

With the curse that had plagued our family for centuries, the bloodlust for power and magic would sometimes seize a member of House Graykey until they could no longer control the insatiable thirst for more, and they attacked the rest of the family, intent to consume their abilities and take them for themselves.

From the moment that first strike in a reaping came, a struggle for dominance and control took hold of the rest of us until only the strongest survived. Just a rare few Graykey members were able to avoid that unquenchable hunger for more power whenever a reaping began. Grandpa Obediah claimed to be immune. He was still a carrier, though, so he had passed the curse down through the generations to the rest of us.

I slowly twisted my wrist until I exposed the smooth, hairless inside of my forearm where a light blue vein ran through the center of the tattoo I bore. I’d been born with the pentagram with the letter G in the center, a mark that signified I came from the Graykey line, and therefore I carried the Graykey curse.

Meaning I should be filled with bloodlust right now, too, murdering the rest of my family like everyone else.

But I didn’t feel like killing anyone. Especially anyone in my own family, who had raised me and protected me and nurtured me my entire life. The idea actually turned my stomach sour.

Did this mean I was immune to the bloodlust too? Just like Grandpa Obediah had been in the last reaping?

I hoped so. I didn’t want to become feral.

“Why won’t you just die already?” a man roared over the sound of clanging metal.

I knew his voice. Daddy’s middle brother, Uncle Palmer, had always kind of scared me.

After seeing the way he’d cut down my father only minutes ago, that fear wasn’t going to fade anytime soon either.

“You first,” a woman answered, straining and panting from the effort she must be putting into fighting him off.

I sucked in a breath, also recognizing her voice. Uncle Palmer’s wife, Taiki, was my favorite aunt. She always took the time to pause whatever she was doing to teach me something new and interesting. And she smiled and laughed when she did it, as if she truly enjoyed my company. Usually, I just annoyed everyone with my relentless questions and curiosity. But Aunt Taiki called me refreshing.

I bolted upright when she cried out after a particularly loud thump.

If Aunt Taiki died, who would be left?

Only the frightening murderers, that’s who. Certainly no one who’d walk down to the stream with me and try to spot minnows and crawlers in the water. Certainly no one who’d snuggle close to me in front of a warm fire when it was storming outside and tell me funny stories to keep me from being scared. Certainly no one who enjoyed my questions and called me refreshing or could make an entire room seem as if the sun had just come out from behind a cloud whenever they smiled.

Aunt Taiki couldn’t die, too. She just couldn’t.

Since she had married into the family and wasn’t a blood-born Graykey, I knew she wasn’t held under the thrall of bloodlust. Like Mama, she was probably only fighting right now to either defend herself or someone else.

My entire body began to shake. I knew she needed help. But I was so scared. I couldn’t seem to make myself move. If I left my hiding spot, I’d surely die. But if I lost Aunt Taiki on top of Mama, and Daddy, and Grandma, and Grandpa, and Quatro, how could I live, anyway?

Realizing I physically could not handle losing anyone else today, I found the will to move and shoved my way to my feet before darting out from under the stone stairwell.

Uncle Palmer had Aunt Taiki backed into a wall. Her sword lay nearly ten feet away, and blood seeped from a wound on the side of her face as she slipped down to sit on the ground and was barely able to lift one limp arm to defend herself. She looked defeated. Done.

With a sneer of triumph, Uncle Palmer lifted his own sword and reared it back to deliver her death blow. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I met you,” he announced.

“No!” I screamed.

Lifting both hands, I spread my fingers wide and—palms aimed in his direction—I pushed the air at him, compelling it to blow until it rushed right into him and shoved him off his feet and away from his wife.

Surrendering to my gift of persuasion, the air made a mighty, roaring wall, flowing up and separating him from Aunt Taiki so he couldn’t reach her again after he regained his footing, no matter how much he hollered and fought against it, trying to break through.

In return, Aunt Taiki scrambled from the floor and snatched up her fallen sword with both hands. Screaming a warrior’s cry, she summoned all the strength she could muster and swung the weapon, spinning her body in a full circle before she let go of her hold and threw the blade forward.

The sword sailed through my wall of air and caught Uncle Palmer right in the chest. He choked out his surprise and clutched the metal before tipping over backward, plummeting to the ground, dead.

“Aunt Taiki!” Letting go of my hold on the air, I rushed to her, needing someone to hold me and take care of me before I fell to pieces.

“Quilla.” Opening her arms, she slumped to her knees and pulled me close, hugging my face to her and nuzzling. “You’re still alive. And unaffected. Glory be.”

“I—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, gripping the back of her dress and holding on for dear life. “I didn’t mean to kill him.”

Voice trembling, I pulled my face away from her to glance toward Uncle Palmer’s body. He gaped up at the ceiling of the corridor with his mouth hanging open wide and eyes fixed and glassy with the death stare.

My stomach revolted.

“What? Oh! No, my dear sweet child.” Aunt Taiki smoothed her hand over my hair in a reassuring manner. “You didn’t kill him, baby. I did.”

A shudder worked through me. “But I-I helped,” I argued, feeling wheezy. “I held him back so you could—”

“Did you know what I was going to do when you pushed him away from me?”

I blinked. “Well, n-no.”

I never would’ve guessed she’d do that.

She clasped my face between her hands and looked intently into my eyes. “Then you had no part in his death. Now, come.” Grasping my hand hard, she pushed to her feet, already searching the hall for the best escape route. “We need to get out of here and find—”

“Taiki!”

Aunt Taiki spun toward the call, and a sob rose from her throat. “Lain,” she breathed, her eyes filling with tears. “Thank God.”

Letting go of my hand, she dashed toward the other woman with the long, flaming red hair who was racing toward her, and they met in the middle, hugging and sobbing and then kissing, gripping each other’s cheeks as their lips clung with a panicked but also relieved kind of urgency.

I blinked, dumbfounded, as Aunt Taiki continued to kiss Aunt Melaina. On the mouth. Passionately. When Aunt Melaina pulled away, she swiped her thumb over the cut on Aunt Taiki’s cheek to find that it had been healed.

My mouth fell open in shock, realizing they were soulmates.

I had never known that. I’d just known that both my father’s brothers had not married their wives for love. They bragged about it all the time, in fact. Uncle Palmer and Uncle Pallo had picked women of strong magic who would breed mighty future generations of Graykeys, and then they’d kidnapped them and bound them to our house so they could never leave the family under their own free will.

Uncle Palmer had put a spell on Aunt Taiki that would kill her if she ever tried to abandon him, and Uncle Pallo had done the same, plus used dark, forbidden magic to suppress good emotions like compassion, empathy, and kindness from Aunt Melaina’s soul until she just couldn’t be nice. It caused her great pain when she did manage to feel something sweet and kind.

Which was probably why tears of blood poured down her face when she pulled away from Aunt Taiki. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought—”

“Shh,” Aunt Taiki assured with a gentle smile as she wiped the blood from Aunt Melaina’s eyes with her thumbs. “I’m right here. I’m fine. Now, stop this, my love, before you hurt yourself.”

“Yeah, Mom,” came another urgent voice. “Cut it out. We don’t have time, anyway. Let’s get out of here already. Everyone’s gone flipping crazy.”

Glancing past Aunt Melaina, I realized more had arrived with her. Two of her children—Quailen and Questa—stepped from behind her and tugged on her arm. “Someone could catch us out here any second; we have to go.”

I backed nervously away, eyeing my cousins the entire time. They didn’t look as if they’d been gripped by the urge to kill, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances. It was rare for one person in a family to escape the bloodlust, so it didn’t seem possible for three of us to have avoided it.

Since they were both older than me—already teenagers—they could probably kill me easily, too. If they were infected. But when they glanced my way, they looked just as cautious and uncertain and afraid as I felt about them.

“Quilla,” Aunt Taiki called, turning to me suddenly and waving me forward. “Come.”

“Quilla?” Aunt Melaina repeated in confusion before she spotted me scurrying toward them. Immediately, her eyes narrowed. “No!” Grabbing Aunt Taiki, she yanked her protectively away. Then she lifted her hands toward me, prepared to dispel magic. And probably not the good kind that could make my hair pretty and eyes extra shiny, either.

I squeaked and skidded to a stop. Uncle Palmer might’ve always scared me, but Aunt Melaina downright terrified me.

“Get back!” the red-haired woman ordered.

“No. Stop!” Aunt Taiki leaped forward, dodging in front of me as she grasped Aunt Melaina’s arm and pushed it down. “She’s harmless. Just look. The girl’s immune.”

Aunt Melaina shrugged her off, sniffing. “Impossible.” Her disgusted gaze focused on me yet again as she pushed red curls out of her face. “Two of mine are already immune.”

“Then there are three,” Aunt Taiki reasoned desperately. “Because I’m telling you, Quilla is innocent.” She tugged the other woman back another foot. “Melaina, please. She’s just a child.”

“She’s a Graykey,” Aunt Melaina snarled, her accusation slicing into me until I wanted to drop my face in shame. “And her abilities are insanely powerful. You’ve said so yourself. She’s probably stronger than anyone else in this whole godforsaken realm, which makes her more dangerous than the rest of them.”

“She just saved my life,” Aunt Taiki insisted, causing Melaina to pause and finally turn her critical glare from me so she could glance at the other woman, one eyebrow lifted.

“Did she?”

“Yes. She did.” Aunt Taiki plopped a hand against her hip. “And besides, I think I can determine who’s immune and who’s not. I just watched two of my own children tear each other apart, for God’s sake. And I’m telling you, Quilla is not like them.”

Aunt Melaina shuddered and seemed to relent, only to pierce me with a deep scowl. “Well then, so what? What exactly do you expect us to do with her?”

Relaxing, Aunt Taiki held her hand out to me. “I expect us to bring her along.”

“Impossible,” Aunt Melaina scoffed. “She can’t come with us.”

“She is,” Aunt Taiki countered and grasped my fingers. “Now come on.” And she took off jogging down the hall toward the back exit of the manor, towing me along with her.

Aunt Melaina dogged our heels. “The hell if she’s going anywhere with me! I don’t trust the brat. There’s no room for her, anyway. We only have four amulets on us to complete the ritual. That leaves her shit out of luck.”

Behind us, something crashed to the floor and shattered.

Both Aunt Melaina and Aunt Taiki slowed to a stop before glancing around to where Questa had tripped and fallen to her knees. A broken amber crystal lay scattered in pieces on the ground in front of her. With her face paling and eyes widening, she looked up and winced. “Oops.”

“Make that three amulets,” Aunt Melaina ground out from between clenched teeth before wailing, “Fuck it all, Questa. That was your ticket to freedom.”

“I-I…” The teen’s face crumpled as she sobbed out a quick hiccup. “I’m sorry. It slipped.”

“Of course it did.” Cursing under her breath, Aunt Melaina stormed back to her daughter and jerked hold of her hand, yanking her back to her feet and starting forward again. She stalked past us with Quailen hurrying after them. “Now keep this one around your fucking throat or I’ll wring your neck with it until you stop breathing, got it?” she instructed as she tugged another amulet on another chain up and over her own head before she irritably thrust it at her daughter.

“Got it.” Questa rushed to gratefully slip the new necklace into place.

Tightening her fingers around my hand, Aunt Taiki hurried after them as Aunt Melaina led the way outside.

A scattering of servants took off running when they saw us, but otherwise, no one else was about.

“It’s settled, then,” Aunt Taiki announced, sounding logical. “We can all still go through the portal. So, we’ll give an amulet to the three children, and you and I will just have to come back through when the bridge closes.”

Aunt Melaina bubbled out an incredulous laugh. “Oh, I know you did not just suggest I leave my two teenage children alone in an alternate universe without any kind of adult supervision. Nice, Taiki. Real nice.”

“Fine, then,” Aunt Taiki bit out. “You stay there with Questa and Quailen. Quilla and I will come back at the end of the transference.”

Aunt Melaina didn’t answer for a minute. We reached the stables, and she shoved her children inside before spinning to grab hold of the front of Aunt Taiki’s cloak. Teeth gritted, she snarled, “You and I have been planning this escape for sixteen fucking years, and now you’re trying to tell me we’re not going to end up together? No. Fuck, no. I don’t accept that.”

Tears glistened on Aunt Taiki’s cheeks as she tenderly cupped Aunt Melaina’s face in her hands. “I don’t know what else to do.”

More blood appeared at the corner of Aunt Melaina’s eyes. “Easy. You give us a happily ever after where we end up fucking together.”

Aunt Taiki sputtered out a tortured laugh and pressed her brow to Aunt Melaina’s. “God, I’m going to miss your awful sense of humor.”

“I wasn’t joking.” Aunt Melaina squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “I can’t do this without you. I just can’t. There has to be another way.”

“I’ll still be with you,” Aunt Taiki assured, her voice quieting to a whisper. “Right up to the very end when Quilla and I are pulled back to the Outer Realms, I’ll be right by your side.”

Aunt Melaina sniffed and wiped blood from her cheeks. “Promise?”

“Always and always. Now, go. We need to hurry.” She urged Aunt Melaina to enter the stable ahead of her, then she turned back to check on me.

Remembering my presence, Aunt Melaina hissed and narrowed her eyes my way as we hurried past stalls full of horses. “I don’t see why she has to come, though.”

“Because she’s an innocent child, and it’s the right thing to do,” Aunt Taiki reasoned. Then she ruffled my hair affectionately, as if to soothe the sting of the other woman’s bitter words. “Besides, I like her.”

“You like her? How?” Aunt Melaina’s expression soured. “She’s annoying as hell. And we’re not even really saving her, you know. Without an amulet, she’ll just return here again, anyway.”

“Well, at least she’ll have a better chance this way. It may be weeks or moon cycles before we’re pulled back. The reaping will probably be over by then. If she stays here now, someone else will get their hands on her and kill her. You know they will. And if someone who’s not immune to the bloodlust takes her powers, then how will this realm fare?”

“Hopefully it’ll be destroyed,” Aunt Melaina muttered under her breath. “Like it deserves.”

“Lain,” Aunt Taiki said, her voice full of warning. “Behave.”

“Why?” Aunt Melaina shot back. “Tell me, what has anyone here done to help either of us, except stand aside and gawk while we were captured by the fucking Graykeys, and then turn a blind eye while we were held prisoner, forced to marry, and tortured for the past sixteen years?”

“Well, we were each blessed with three children of our own,” Aunt Taiki tried, always one to look at the bright side of things. “And we found each other. So it wasn’t all awful.”

“Right.” Aunt Melaina sliced a dry glance her way. “Three children each, to which all three of yours ended up being evil and were consumed by the reaping just now.”

Aunt Taiki didn’t have a reply for that. Her inner brightness seemed to dim and wither as stark grief filled her expression.

I didn’t think Aunt Melaina should’ve said that to her. Wanting to comfort her, I squeezed her hand. Aunt Taiki smiled sadly at me and squeezed back.

“Where are we going?” I asked to distract her and because none of what she and Aunt Melaina had been saying made any sense to me.

“We’re going to take a little trip,” Aunt Taiki explained as we followed Aunt Melaina into an empty stall where Questa and Quailen were waiting nervously. “And then you and I will come back while Melaina, Questa, and Quailen stay behind. Okay?”

“But—”

“Shh.” She smoothed down my hair. “Trust me, baby. We’ll be safe there; I promise.” Then she winked and let go of my hand.

I watched as she stepped toward Aunt Melaina.

Together, the two women stood side by side and lifted their arms toward the back wall of the stable stall. In unison, they began to chant in the magical tongue, and as they spoke foreign words that sounded dark and ominous, the outline of a round tunnel began to appear before us with crackling, electric white light rimming the entrance. They didn’t stop repeating the incantation until the entire portal was lit up.

Then, the five of us just stood there before it, staring in awe, until Quailen murmured an awestruck, “Whoa.”

“You first,” Aunt Melaina murmured, nudging Aunt Taiki forward. “I’ll go last and make sure to close the breach behind us.”

Aunt Taiki nodded in compliance before handing her own amulet over to Aunt Melaina. Then she glanced down at me as if to say goodbye, and she stepped toward the glowing portal.

“Wait.” Aunt Melaina grabbed her arm.

Aunt Taiki paused and turned back.

“Be careful,” Aunt Melaina ordered. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

Aunt Taiki smiled at her. “I love you, you crazy heifer.” She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to Aunt Melaina’s.

Aunt Melaina kissed her back before she pulled away, whispering, “I love you, too. You’ll be a better mother to them than I ever was.”

Aunt Taiki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What—?” she started, but she didn’t get a chance to finish the question.

Aunt Melaina slipped the amulet back into the pocket of Aunt Taiki’s cloak and shoved her through the portal.

“Mom!” Questa gasped, rushing forward. “What have you done?”

Aunt Melaina merely shrugged. “What needed to be done. She’ll take care of you and your brother much better than I ever could. After I’m forced back here, she’ll be your new mother. Got it? And she’ll love you just as much as I do.”

“But—”

“Just go!” Aunt Melaina shoved her through the doorway as well. “You’re insane if you think I’m leaving this world without securing the safety of the people who mean the most to me.”

Then she grabbed Quailen and pushed him into the glowing, crackling portal as well.

After all three were gone, she blew out a long breath and slowly turned to glare at me.

I shrank a step back.

“I guess that leaves just you and me now, brat.”

I gulped. “You’re going to make me stay behind, aren’t you?”

With an amused smirk, she sniffed. “I wish.” Then she took my arm roughly. “But Taiki would murder me if I showed up without you in tow, so you better come with me, huh?”

I nodded, feeling stupid and scared. Stalling, though I wasn’t sure why—I guess because I still had no idea where we were going—I peered up at her.

“Did—was Qualmer not immune, then?” I asked of her middle son that I hadn’t seen since the reaping had begun.

Her eyes narrowed before she smirked. “Of course not. Who do you think killed your mother?”

My skin went cold.

Qualmer had murdered Mama?

Aunt Melaina stepped toward me, looming darkly. “Let’s get one thing straight, kid. Don’t cause problems for Taiki or either of my children, or I’ll end you, just like my son ended your dear, sweet mama. Got it?”

I nodded, suddenly unsure if I should go with her or not. “G-got it.”

“Great.” She tightened her grip on my arm. “Then let’s go.”

Behind us, a voice roared, “There you are!”

I glanced back to find Qualmer peering over the door of the stall.

“Trying to leave without me, Mother?” He struggled with the latch. “That just earned you a death sentence right there. You too, cousin. I’m going to gut you both and then bathe in your blood before going through that portal and taking out Questa and Quailen and that fucking lover of yours.”

He finally flung the door open and stalked into the stall with us.

Reacting on instinct, I pushed him back with a propulsion of air, just as I had with Uncle Palmer. And beside me, Melaina produced a dagger from her cloak before she threw it at him. When she caught him right in the eye, he screamed and fell to his knees, clutching the protruding handle.

My eyes widened as blood gushed down his cheek. “Is he going to die?”

“I doubt it.” Aunt Melaina’s punishing grip jerked me backward toward the portal. “But let’s not wait around to find out, either.”

With that, she swirled her hand, and the crackling edges began to darken and shrink, closing rapidly. Before the portal had completely compressed into nothing, she jumped into the dwindling gap and took me with her, leaving her enraged son behind.

In front of us, a black hole loomed. We were sucked into it with a rush of wind. A pulling sensation gripped my skin, and it felt as if I were falling.

Screaming, Aunt Melaina and I held on to each other for dear life as we left the Outer Realms behind and entered the unknown.