The Syrenka Series: Arise Part 3

He was the last person Eviana wanted to see. I was sure of it. But that wasn't the most important issue right now. We needed a plan, and whether or not it included Brendan, we needed a plan at once.

Brendan shuffled over to the table and grabbed a chair. We all watched in silence as he tossed his duffle bag to the floor and sat down without making a sound. It was comical, and perhaps rather fitting, that his chair was much lower than the rest of the bar stools. We all looked down on him like a scolded puppy. And that's exactly what he was.

Although I was the one that had been skewered with the sword, Brendan looked way worse. His dark hair hung loosely around his face and it appeared that he hadn't shaved in days. The large circles under his eyes did little to hide his distress. I wanted to tell him that he wasn't going to land an unsuspecting human female breeder with that kind of look, but decided it would be counterproductive. Still, I relished in the thought that he was suffering. He deserved it.

"Let's continue," Julian said.

Troy, in his ever-professional and military demeanor, took control of the conversation. We couldn't determine the exact logistics until we knew where she was being held. That's where I came in. I would try to contact Abhainn later tonight and ask for his a.s.sistance. The sprite was a friend of ours and I felt rather confident that he would do what he could.

"How do we handle all of the ratchets and selkies that Lucian will surely have guarding the place?" Brendan asked.

"Did somebody speak?" Daniel snapped in a very childish manner. Marisol giggled.

"You're not helping," I said, surprised that I felt kind of bad for Brendan. Well, maybe not that bad. Daniel let out a deep breath and gave me a look that said he wasn't happy.

"We will need to ask for Abhainn's a.s.sistance with that too," Julian replied.

"Well how many are going to go?" Daniel asked.

"As few as possible. It will depend on the location. We'll have to regroup once Abhainn returns to us," I said.

The doorbell rang again and everyone instantly turned to look at Julian. "What?" he asked.

"Do you have any more surprises for us?" I asked. Brendan s.h.i.+fted nervously in his seat and Julian shook his head.

"I'll get it," Palmer said. As he walked past us, I noticed that he was still limping. His injuries must have been pretty severe if he hadn't completely recovered yet. Troy didn't have any bandages visible, but I saw that he kept rubbing his head.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

He looked over at me and smiled. "Yeah. It's just a headache. Remnants of my concussion I suppose."

"They couldn't break his thick skull," Daniel added with a grin. I wasn't sure how Troy would react to that comment, but when he chuckled, I understood that the two of them could joke like this one minute and argue like siblings the next. It was an interesting dynamic.

"Well, I'm glad you're here," Palmer was saying as he walked back into the kitchen with Carissa by his side.

She was arguably one of the most beautiful mermaids in the world. Her j.a.panese bloodline from her father's side gave her an exotic face with dark silky hair and porcelain skin whereas the height inherited from her mother allowed her to become an international runway model. She was almost a year older than me, and although I was a clan leader, I'd always felt like she was much more worldly.

She smiled at me and I couldn't help but return it. "Kain, you're moving around." In two steps, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. "I was so worried when Daniel called, but I was in the middle of backwoods Italy and couldn't get on a plane until yesterday."

She hadn't let go of me so I tried to s.h.i.+ft her weight away from my side without her noticing. It didn't work.

"Oh, I'm hurting you. I'm so sorry." There were tears in her eyes and I used my right arm to reach up and wipe them away.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're here."

And I really was happy to see her. We had been kind of dating or at least toying with the idea. When Eviana left just before our wedding, Carissa was there to keep me going. Her strong personality and breathtaking beauty had me enthralled. It was a nice distraction from my infatuation with Eviana.

However, things were different now. Carissa didn't know that Brendan had broken up with Eviana because he'd felt the call. This would definitely be a game changer, but perhaps it was best to deal with one dilemma at a time.

Carissa took off her jacket and stood beside me. Her thin arm draped lightly over my shoulders allowing me to smell her wonderful floral perfume.

"Did you get a chance to talk to him?" Daniel questioned her.

"Yes." She looked around the room to include the rest of us in her answer. When her eyes landed on Brendan sitting in the tiny chair, I felt her muscles tense. She cleared her throat. "My father and my mother's clans are willing to fight with you."

I looked at Daniel and he explained. "If it comes to an ultimate showdown, we are going to need numbers. Carissa's been working the east coast."

"Well that doesn't sound very good," she smiled then continued, "but yes, my family has been using its connections to get support. I also had a chance to speak to some of the European clan leaders and they say that you have their pledges as well."

I looked at her in awe. Carissa Nakomo was going to make an excellent leader some day. I was proud of her, but it was different than my feelings for Eviana. Carissa was someone that I would work with. Someone that I'd share secrets with. A friend.

I swallowed that thought and tried to continue the conversation. "We're hoping to have some answers and more concrete plans tomorrow."

"What's going on tomorrow?" she asked me.

Instead of rehas.h.i.+ng the last hour, Daniel gave her the six second version that ended with her in shock. "He took Eviana? Has anyone heard from her?" That last question was directed to Brendan and Daniel snorted.

"No, we haven't," Daniel answered. He moved past everyone and pushed Julian away from the refrigerator. Grabbing a few sodas, he proceeded to pa.s.s them out to those who wanted one while grilling Carissa about her latest modeling gig.

The planning session was over, and I watched as Julian and Brendan quietly left the room. I a.s.sumed that Brendan would be staying at Julian's rented house further down the beach. It was the least I could do for Eviana to make sure that he didn't stay here.

Troy was the next to excuse himself after I promised to find him if I spoke with Abhainn tonight. Carissa looked questionably at me, but I shook my head and mouthed that I'd tell her later.

Palmer whipped up some lunch for us consisting of cold cuts, sliced fruit, and chips. I was trying to stay a part of the conversations but my body was sore and tired. After an hour or so, I made my escape with the excuse that my bandages needed to be changed.

Carissa followed me to my room, dragging her suitcase behind her. It wasn't actually my house, but since Eviana and I worked so closely together, I often stayed at her place. Usually, I slept in the guesthouse above the garage. They'd moved me in here when I got hurt since it was closer to the rest of the wounded.

"Here, let me help you," Carissa said when I began unwrapping the bandages from my torso.

"It's pretty gross," I warned.

She smiled at me and I instantly felt at ease. "I can handle it."

Lifting the gauze from my skin was more painful than it should have been. Despite our enhanced healing abilities, there was only so much repair that my body could do in one day. Carissa sucked in a breath when she pulled the final bandage from my side. The wound probably resembled a gunshot injury. The sword had entered my back, just underneath my heart and penetrated all the way out through the front of my ribcage. The doctor said I had to heal from the inside out, so they hadn't closed the holes.

"Kain," Carissa whispered and I could hear the tears in her voice. "This has to end."

I wasn't entirely sure if she was referring to Lucian's attacks or my presence around the one person that seemed to be the reason for the attacks. And I didn't ask. We'd had several arguments over Eviana and I simply didn't have the energy for another one.

"So how long are you here for?" I asked then winced when she pushed the clean gauze against my back.

"Sorry," she said. "I could only clear my schedule for a week." She continued working on the wound. "Do you think this will be over soon?"

"What? Finding Eviana or getting rid of Lucian?"

She stopped wrapping the bandage and looked directly into my eyes. She was only a couple inches shorter than me, so it was easy for her to stare me down. "What do you mean about getting rid of Lucian?"

"He needs to go away. This isn't going to stop until he's gone."

"It sounds to me like it's already stopped."

I flinched and pulled the bandage out of her hand. "I'm not going to let him have Eviana." Turning away from her, I used the dresser mirror to continue my own wound care.

"Kain, that's not what I meant." I flashed her a look. "That's not exactly what I meant. I don't know why the two of you always think that it's your job to save the world and everybody in it. You're lucky to be alive! The last thing you need to do is go on some half-a.s.sed rescue mission." She sidled up next to me and rested her chin on my shoulder. "I'm worried about you."

I knew that she was being sincere. We had a relatively simple and honest relations.h.i.+p. Carissa spoke her mind and didn't hold back. There was something about it that was intriguing but there was also something preventing me from fully investing in her. I was pretty sure I knew what that reason was.

"I'm just tired," I said and tried to smile. She finished helping me with the bandages and then we climbed into bed. I needed to take a break and Carissa seemed to be jet lagged. In no time at all we fell asleep wrapped comfortably in each other's arms.

Five.

Eviana The moment I stepped outside of my coral prison, I fell to my knees. The bright afternoon sunlight beat down on me like a hammer, and after being trapped in darkness for so long, it was almost overwhelming.

"Oh, get off your knees. It's so unladylike." Lucian hovered over me with his arms crossed and his long blond hair whipping wildly around his head from the persistent ocean breeze. "You need to act more like my daughter and less like a victim."

"Aren't they one in the same?" I grumbled.

He leaned forward so that his face was directly in front of mine. "No. They are not." His tone was so menacing and dark, I was tempted to crawl back in the prison and live out the rest of my days in there. He must have known what I was thinking because he grabbed my arm and yanked me up to my feet. "Stop being so melodramatic."

Turning his back to me, he began to saunter down the sandy path. I noticed that we were on some type of rock outcropping and that my prison was probably just a renovated boat house since it sat along the edge of a natural ca.n.a.l.

Gentle waves lapped against a pristine white sand beach and the ocean itself beckoned me with its multiple shades of blues and greens. The calm seas and the occasional palm tree was the perfect picture of serenity. Too bad I couldn't enjoy it.

"Come on, hurry up," Lucian called to me. I wished that I could disappear. Following my father like an obedient dog was not my idea of a promising future.

We walked around the perimeter of the island to a rather modest vacation home. I guessed that the island itself was pretty small and a.s.sumed this was probably one of Lucian's many private estates. The home had white washed walls and was two stories high. The terracotta tiles on the roof decoratively added to its authentic charm.

"Where are we," I finally asked. Lucian saw me looking at the house and smiled.

"Bienvenido a Mexico, Eviana!"

"We're in Mexico?"

"Si."

"Of course we are," I groaned. Leave it to my crazy father to abduct me and flee to a foreign country. Although I guess I should be happy that we weren't in Antarctica. He probably had allies there too.

I followed him through the front entrance and past the tiny selkie women. Now that I was paying attention, I could see the trademark green in her eyes and smell that musky scent all selkies had. She didn't smile at me and I didn't thank her for holding the door.

The main floor was one large open s.p.a.ce with a kitchen in the left corner and a large wood and tile table delineating the dining area. To the right was a set of colorful clay tiled stairs that Lucian had already climbed halfway up. His long red robe brushed ever so slightly against the steps making it look like he was floating. The effect was unnerving.

Lucian continued around the corner and down a short hallway. His figure disappeared into a room just before I reached him. I'd counted only two doors on this floor, one on each side of the hall.

"Come on, hurry along," he called from the room. I fought the urge to stop moving and see how long it would take for him to lose his patience with me. I really was beginning to feel like myself again.

I walked inside the room, surprised to see that it was quite large. The entire half of this floor made up what was to be my new sleeping quarters. Ma.s.sive windows covered the far wall, providing an ample view of the ocean. Wooden shutters flanked each side and the gla.s.sless panes. They were pushed open, allowing the breeze to flow freely though the room.

On the left wall was a queen sized canopy bed complete with intricately carved wood and white mosquito netting. It was beautiful. The matching dresser and armoire reminded me of a dollhouse where everything was just a little too perfect.

There was a large dress box in the center of the bed with my father waiting patiently next to it.

"I had this made just for you," he said in a pleasant voice. When I didn't move he sighed and patted the bed. "It's not like it's going to bite you. Come here."

I checked to see if he was pus.h.i.+ng compulsion into my mind, but lucky for him, I stayed headache free. It was quickly becoming apparent that if I played along with his charade, I might have a chance to find out more about his plans and get myself out of here. At the very least, I would get to sleep on a nice bed instead of a stone floor.

When I began to lift the lid from the box, Lucian's excitement got the best of him and he bounced on the bed. "It's from Paris. I hope you like it!" He grabbed the lid from my hands and tossed it to the side. "The silk was chosen especially for you. I know you'll look stunning in red."

I paused to glance at my doting father to see if he'd lost his mind. This sudden change in demeanor caught me off guard. Lucian Sutherland didn't have special dresses made for his daughter. He killed people.

"Go on," he said with a wave of his hands. I rolled my eyes and peeled back the pink tissue paper that had been meticulously folded around the garment inside. The first thing I noticed was the beading. Black and red crystals glistened in the light and I couldn't help but smile.

I lifted the dress, amazed with how light it was. The red silk unraveled and fell to the floor. There must have been at least five layers of red and black fabric making the skirt appear full and princess-like. The top had a fitted bodice and thin straps that crisscrossed down the back. Both were adorned with the crystal beads in a design that reminded me of ivy vines.

"So?" Lucian asked expectantly.

I was torn. The dress was beautiful but I didn't want to accept any gifts from him. At the same time, I felt like I needed to play along. I decided to go with my own question. "What's the occasion?"

He studied me for a moment before pus.h.i.+ng up off the bed. "You will wear that for dinner tonight."

"Dinner?" I looked out the window trying to figure out what time it was.

"Yes. In one hour." He moved toward an alcove next to the window. "There is a washroom back here, so make yourself presentable. Don't be late."

With that, he swept his robe gallantly to the side and walked out of the room. In a disturbing realization, I noticed that the color of my new dress perfectly matched his red silk robe. I had a feeling that wasn't an accident.

A breeze ruffled past me and I enjoyed the smell of fresh air. I walked over to the windows and closed my eyes. Now that I hadn't been drugged for a few hours, I could see things more clearly. No one knew where I was so I could pretty much count out any type of rescue mission. It was all up to me. Lucian had something planned; it would be out of character if he didn't, so I resolved myself to discover what that was. And if it meant playing daughter for a few hours, I would do it.

I took a long shower and didn't go downstairs until the very last minute of my one hour time allotment. The dress fit perfectly, making me wonder how Lucian knew my size. I tied my hair back into a low bun so that it wouldn't hide any of the lovely details of the dress. It reminded me of something a fairy would wear, if those kinds of fairies were real. For a second I wished that I wouldn't have to burn the thing the first chance I got.

The woman selkie was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, her face was devoid of any type of expression even when I spoke.

"Where's Lucian?" I probably could have managed that in Spanish, but I didn't feel like being overly friendly considering she was one of my prison guards.

She understood well enough. Using her pet.i.te hands she gestured for me to follow her. I thought she would take me to the dining area, but instead we went outside and away from the indoor amenities. We were walking back toward the boat house prison and I had a moment of sheer panic wondering if this was some type of sick joke. I wouldn't put it past Lucian to give me a taste of freedom only to strip it away an hour later.

However, I let out a silent sigh of relief when we rounded the corner and had a view of the little beach. There, in the middle, sat Lucian at a small table for two sipping some type of drink. His face lit up when he saw us and my stomach twisted. I didn't want to see him so pleased.

"You look stunning as always, Mistress Dumahl." He stood and wrapped his arm across my lower back to escort me to the table. I cringed but didn't pull away. "It was so lovely outside this evening that I thought we'd have dinner with the sunset."

He turned me so that we were facing the ocean. To my right was the house and to the left, just around the corner, was the prison. I was in the middle two possibilities; adapt and stay in comfort until I planned my escape, or cause problems and get thrown back in the boat house. This wasn't a mistake on Lucian's part. He knew exactly what I'd be thinking.

Maybe I could make a run for it in the open sea. I gazed out past the small breaking waves and into the setting sun. Could I do that? I was a strong swimmer, but my water control powers were nothing to brag about and Lucian could beat them for sure. Besides, I would wager my life that he had this place surrounded.