Completely Smitten Part 42

She took another step forward. "He just got in trouble with a good friend of his because of me, and I don't really have the time to deal with you. I have to solve this other problem first."

Darius extended a hand as if he were going to try and stop her. "Ariel, you have to listen to me."

"I don't have to listen to anything, Darius. All I have to do is go to Quixotic and make Blackstone realize I don't want his silly job, and that he needs to rehire his old friend. He overreacted and--"

"No, Ariel, he didn't overreact." Darius's voice was soft.

She frowned at him. He finally had her attention.

"He was right."

She shook her head slightly. "Andrew Vari sticks up for you and you stab him in the back first thing? You really are as bad as he says. You're very pretty to look at, but that's all. There's nothing else to you, is there? No loyalty, no--"

"Ariel." This time he spoke forcefully. "Sit down."

"I'm not Munin," she said.

"Please," he said. "You have to hear me out."

"I don't have to do anything." She was resolved now. He had clarified her thoughts. She did need to go to Quixotic and talk to Blackstone, and then she had to leave Portland. The last thing Vari needed was for her to be mixed up in his life again.

"Yes," Darius said, "you do."

There was nothing she could say to that. Instead, she turned and headed toward the door. She would see if Vari was right. If she left Darius alone, he'd probably search the place, take what little she had.

Not that it mattered. There was nothing here she really cared about.

"Come on, Munin," she said as she grabbed the doork.n.o.b. "Let's take you back to your owner."

The puppy whined.

Ariel tugged on the door, but it didn't open. "What the--?"

"It stays closed, Ariel," Darius said.

"What?" She turned around. "What are you talking about?"

"The door. I'm going to hold it closed until you listen to me."

"It's stuck, Darius," she said. He had a strange sense of humor. "You have nothing to do with it."

He waved a hand, and suddenly she was sitting on the couch. She had no idea how she got there.

"What was that?" she asked, trying not to show how unsettled she was.

"Magic," he said, and sat down on the rocking chair across from her. Munin looked back and forth between both of them, as if he wasn't sure what they were going to do.

"Magic," she said, feeling unsettled. What had Darius done? How come she didn't remember crossing the room?

He nodded. "You've seen edges of it your whole life."

"Edges of what?" She wasn't really following him. Instead she was frowning at the door, trying to figure out how she'd lost some seconds of her life. He hadn't given her anything to eat or drink. Her head didn't hurt. She felt very funny, though.

"Magic," he said again.

"What about magic?" She finally focused on him. "Why are you talking about magic?"

"Because I should have told you about it a long time ago."

She blinked. "Huh?"

He looked down, then ran his hands through his hair. "Oh, G.o.d, Ariel, I don't know how to start this."

"How to start what?"

"Telling you everything."

She shook her head. Lost seconds or no, she wasn't staying here any longer. She stood. "You can tell me later. I'm going to Quixotic."

"To see Andrew Vari," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes. That's what I said."

He nodded. "Even though I barred the door and pulled you back here, you insist on seeing him."

She frowned at him. "I thought you were his friend."

"No," Darius said quietly. "I've never been his friend."

She snapped her fingers. "Munin, come on."

The puppy looked at Darius as if asking for permission.

"Ariel," Darius said, "no matter what I tell you, you're going to be mad at me, but this might be easier if you just listen for a minute."

She headed toward the door. Munin was not following her and she didn't feel good leaving the dog alone with this man. She walked back, scooped the puppy up in her arms, and felt him wriggle. He was as focused on Darius as he had been on Andrew Vari. What was it about Darius? Some sort of pheromone that he gave off that appealed to helpless women and puppies?

"So I'm sorry to tell you this way," Darius was saying, "but I see no other choice."

She turned away from him again and headed toward the door. If it didn't open this time, she was going through the window.

A light flashed behind her, and Munin whined, struggling hard in her arms. She gripped him tightly with her left arm while reaching for the door with her right.

"Ariel."

A s.h.i.+ver ran up her spine. That voice belonged to Andrew Vari. How had he gotten in? She had locked the back door. In fact, she never unlocked it.

She looked over her shoulder.

Andrew Vari was sitting where Darius had been.

Munin wriggled out of her arms and slid down to the floor. Then he ran to Vari, his tail wagging happily.

"Where's Darius?" she asked. "How did you get here?"

"You let me in," he said.

"I didn't let you in," she said.

"Yes," he said. "You did. Just a minute ago."

"You came in with Darius?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"What manner of speaking?"

"This manner." He snapped his fingers. His entire body was wrapped in white light. The light got so bright that it blinded her, and when the light cleared, Darius was sitting in the chair.

His arms were in the same position Vari's had been in. He was even wearing the same clothes--only they were larger to accommodate his frame.

"Whatever it is you two are doing to me," she said, "I don't like it. It stops now."

"Sit down, Ariel, please," he said.

"I don't take orders from you." She crossed her arms. This was getting creepy. "Where's Andrew?"

"Right here," Darius said.

She looked around the room. "Where?"

He raised his eyebrows. The look transformed his face. He was impossibly handsome. She should have been suspicious of that from the start. Men who were impossibly handsome were trouble.

"You want to hold my hand this time?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

He held out his hand.

She shook her head. "I'm not touching you."

"It's the only way you'll believe me."

"That's a new one." She hugged herself even tighter.

"Ariel, please, I'm trying to tell you. I am Andrew Vari. Really."

"And I'm Raquel Welch." She held herself so tightly that she could feel her fingers dig into her ribs. "Get out of my house."

"Ariel--"

"Get out." She had lowered her voice even though she wanted to scream.

Munin was sitting between them, his tail thumping worriedly on the floor.

Darius studied her for a moment, then he nodded. "All right." He sounded disappointed. "All right. I'll leave."

He stood up. Munin watched him, not moving.

Darius walked toward her. Ariel decided she wasn't going to move either. He wasn't going to intimidate her. He wasn't going to have any effect on her at all.

As he brushed past her, he reached out and swung her around. He pulled her against him. Her arms were trapped against his chest. She tried to move them, but she couldn't.

"Ariel," he said softly. "Please listen to me."

She struggled against him, slipping her right hand down until it was below her left elbow. Then she started to move her right arm away from her body.

At that moment, a bright light enveloped her, blinding her. Her arms popped free, but she still felt hands--his hands. They had slid down her back until they rested just above her b.u.t.tocks. Only he hadn't loosened his grip. His hands had just... moved.

The light faded. She staggered and nearly fell, but he held her up. Sort of. She looked down.

Andrew Vari had his arms around her. He was looking up at her with those sad eyes. When their gazes met, he let go.

"I'm sorry," he said. "You had to know it was real."

"What's real?" She was whispering and she didn't know why.

"What you were seeing. I am Darius, Ariel. That's the name I was born with, two thousand, eight hundred and one years ago."

She could still feel his arms around her. Both sets. The tall arms that had held her against a firm, muscular chest, and the short arms that had struggled to clasp her near her hips.

She had seen it. She had felt it, and dammit, deep down she did believe it. She knew that he wasn't lying to her.

Because the eyes were the same. Both men had the same gorgeous blue eyes. The same sad blue eyes.

She walked over to her couch, amazed that her knees could hold her. When she reached it, she sat down. Munin jumped up beside her and licked her arm. She petted him absently.

"Two thousand years ago?" Somehow she believed that too. "How is that possible?"

Vari walked back to his original chair and sat down. "There are a group of us--how many I don't know--who are born with magic. We're not the same as mortals. With the magic comes an extraordinarily long life. If we use too much magic, the life gets cut shorter. But I've lived almost three thousand years, and I'm sure that unless I do something stupid, I have a thousand more."

"A thousand years." Maybe she had lapsed into a coma after her run. Maybe she was dreaming all this.

Munin licked her again and whined. Poor dog. All of this on his first day with a new owner.

"Blackstone is one of us, and Nora will be someday."

"Will be?" Ariel asked.