Ancients, p.1
Ancients, page 1
Ancients
The Librarian’s Coven, Book 4
Kathryn Moon
Copyright © 2019 by Kathryn Moon
Editing: Sara Box and Meghan Leigh Daigle
Cover: Ariel Bishop
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Contents
1. Isaac
2. Joanna
3. Joanna
4. Isaac
5. Isaac
6. Callum
7. Joanna
8. Aiden
9. Isaac
10. Joanna
11. Isaac
12. Joanna
13. Isaac
14. Callum
15. Joanna
16. Isaac
17. Joanna
18. Aiden
19. Isaac
20. Callum
21. Joanna
22. Aiden
Epilogue - Joanna
Also by Kathryn Moon
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Chapter 1
Isaac
Joanna’s fingertips settled against my ribs, both of us holding our breath in the still air of the woods. She was invisible in front of me—our skin marked with fresh paint in her handwriting—and I reassured myself of her nearness, brushing one hand against her stomach. I couldn’t wait to wash the words away and be able to see her again. Hand Woods was as quiet as a mausoleum around us. Our coven bond—sealed with the knot tattoo on my left rib—thrummed with Callum’s tension and Aiden’s worry from where they hid not far away.
A carrion bird screamed overhead and my stomach turned, nausea adding to the uneasy twist of anxiety that lurked in me.
Illness was approaching.
Joanna’s breath caught and she brushed against me, swaying with the same wave of queasiness. I stroked my hand up to her neck and felt the fever in her skin. The coven connection wavered, Callum working to block himself out so we weren’t all multiplying the crawling sickness that bubbled up with every step closer Illness slithered through the woods.
It’s getting stronger, I thought. The Ancient wasn’t even in sight yet and its effects were already leaving my knees weak, bones tired, and head dizzy. The change was so gradual over the weeks since the boundary had gone up that we’d barely noticed what was happening. It wasn’t until the pattern of sickness became so plain in the Scrivens house that understanding finally broke through the haze of fever and headache.
“There,” Joanna breathed, barely a sound against my ear.
Illness reached the clearing, its strange, elongated body scaled in green that shimmered wetly and nearly disguised the creature as part of the woods. It undulated as it walked, rising onto its hind legs and arching its head back, those orb-like eyes splitting open with a needle-thin black pupil that grew wider as it sniffed us on the air. I forced my eyes away as bile rose in my throat and sweat dewed on my head. Joanna was stiff at my side.
Meals, Illness called, the word pounding in my head and making the woods flash bright and dark through my dizzy vision.
“Now!” Callum barked from the other side of the clearing.
Now, before we grew worse, if it wasn’t too late already for the others.
My fist clung to the back of Joanna’s dress, feeling her own sweat against my fingers as we charged out of our hiding place.
Illness released a rattling noise, a combination of a purr and the screech of nails running down a chalkboard. I swallowed down the need to gag, keeping my eyes on the forest floor, watching the rot-brown claws that dug into the earth, the flurry of grass and leaf and twig that signaled my covenmates’ approach from the other side.
Joanna screamed as we charged closer—an aching, woozy sound that sent my heart leaping into my throat and my feet stumbling beneath me. Illness echoed her cry, body swaying on its hind legs, and I lost my grip on Joanna, unable to keep myself from bending over and dry heaving to the forest floor.
There was a shocking crunching sound and my head flashed up—Hand Woods tipping in my vision—only to see black sludge oozing from Illness’ side, blood landing on the earth with a sizzling spit. New, strange growth spiraled up from where Illness’ blood landed, warped and dark vines, and the bud of a wine red flower, sure to poison anyone who dared step too close.
Joanna had done it, more black blood dripping from the end of her invisible sword into the grass. I scrambled to her back, hands fumbling desperately at her waist as Illness screeched again. My vision blacked at the sound, and Illness scurried away, dodging wildly through the trees, deeper into the woods.
“Keep pushing!” Callum called, voice close.
Joanna was panting and I heard a brief moan from her lips, her clammy fingers brushing over my hands at her waist.
“Are you alright?” I asked. I wasn’t, and I hadn’t made it nearly as close to the Ancient as she had.
“I will be,” she rasped. “Come on, before it turns in the wrong direction.”
We raced through the trees. I caught a brief glimpse against the forest floor of Callum charging forward as he made sure to herd Illness to our secret destination. Aiden passed behind me, a brief grunt of sound as our bodies bumped together.
“Not much further,” he growled.
There was no sign of the trap as we neared the spot, although I recognized the wild rose growing up an oak, pink buds wilting as Illness screamed again. More blood spilled, a heavy slash across its side, black splattering over the roots of the rose bush. Illness spun, lurching after Callum’s blade to answer the attack, but the trap was sprung.
Light glittered down from the tree branches, like sheets of glass shattering in reverse, forming themselves around Illness. The ground crunched beneath the cage, shards growing into the earth and transforming into a geode at the base of the cage, milky blue and sweet pink crystals blooming up as Illness thrashed behind a hard shell of Scrivens magic. Along the base of the cage, sigils shone. We’d found Illness’ true name in an old text in the library, built out of the same symbolic alphabet as the Hollow’s. Starvation. Gvisaidravig.
And now Illness. Axition. Spiraling woozy symbols and shapes that appeared to be inexplicably facing the wrong way.
I tore my gaze off the cage, taking a deep breath and opening my eyes up wide at the sky, the blur of my vision clearing.
Joanna gasped, shoulders relaxing back against my chest, as all the compounding symptoms vanished at once. No pounding headache, no feverish blood, no stomach that coiled and turned like a snake in our guts. Illness was caught in a prism that shimmered in sweet shades of violet and pink and blue. My lips twitched as a playful glint of light shimmered off the peak of the cage. Bekka’s design was more beautiful than the Ancient deserved, but it would keep us safe and that was all that mattered.
“We need to go,” Callum said, blade tapping with a hollow clink against the surface of the cage. Blood sizzled on the surface and evaporated in an awful stench. Behind the cage the rose bush rustled, branches already wrapping thorny teeth around the crystal. Illness pressed one bulbous eye to the hard opalescent interior, fury stirring in the slitted black pupil.
“We should burn the roses,” I said, watching as blooms burst larger and darker than before, blood red and muddy brown swirling together on petals, struck through by inky veins.
A familiar, grinding roar echoed in the distance, and I heard Callum’s huff. “If we can come back. Right now we need to get to safety before any of the others arrive. We only had the one name for one cage.”
Joanna’s fingers stroked down over my sleeve, tangling with my own and tugging gently. “He’s right. This is only a first test. If it doesn’t hold at least we know it works to cut off their influence completely.”
A loud crack rolled through the woods from the southern edge of the boundary and Callum bumped against my shoulder.
“Time to move,” he said.
For the first time in over a month—since the night the Ancients crashed into the Great Hall of Canderfey University—my body felt whole and healthy again. Joanna squeezed my hand and the strength in her grip made my heart pound with relief, the beat picking up as I followed her urging tug to run.
After the month of occupancy with the Ancients, it was clear they didn’t seem particularly interested in each other’s company. Now, thankfully, there were none close enough to Illness to catch up with us before we were within sight of the Scrivens house. It was a topsy-turvy little building in the corner of the woods, its strangely angled frame tucked into the outline of surrounding trees. A lamp sat in one of the low windows, the glow illuminating a small face pressed to the glass. I grinned as I saw Bekka waiting for us, answering her wave before I realized she couldn’t see me.
My heart pounded in my chest, body thrilling with the run, with the sudden memory of strength and health that was returned with Illness now trapped. Joanna hummed, a sweet and almost whimpering note, and my cock twitched at the familiarity of the sound. All at once there was a woman in my arms, our feet jumbling and skidding dangerously in the tangle of weeds and roots on the forest floor. Lips caught mine in a needy hunger, teeth scratching and tongue laving in their wake.
A tree trunk scraped my knuckles a
“Don’t get yourself caught, you fools!” Aiden bellowed from the Scrivens house.
“Ecstasy,” Joanna moaned, tearing away from the kiss even as she rocked herself against my stiff length.
“Damnit,” I mumbled, biting down on the curve of her neck.
It was an effective and tempting trap, something so exquisite and affectionate, desire complimenting perfectly with the adrenaline of the chase.
“We have to…” Joanna began before tugging at my hair and sliding our lips together again, tongues stroking.
“We have to get inside,” I finished for her, words rasping. I had to get inside of her, I thought, but I forced myself away. There would be time for that later, tonight, together with the others in our bed.
I still suspected Ecstasy had made themself a roost on our roof for how much I needed my coven in the past month. Or maybe it was only fear that drove us together, for comfort and reassurance.
Joanna’s breath kissed my cheek, and for a brief moment she pressed herself against my chest as I backed away, the draw of the nearby Ancient too strong. I risked my own control and wrapped my arms around her waist, dragging her with me toward the house. Her boot kicked against the blade she’d dropped to the ground in our mutual frenzy and I waited for her to retrieve it before we rushed inside together.
An invisible Aiden held the door to the house open, voice laced with irritation and amusement. “Get inside, you two.”
The door shut behind us, the space inside warm and dim enough that it was too dark to see after the bright day outside. Desire waned now that we were in safety, but not enough to make it easy to let go when Joanna pulled away. Ecstasy might have lit the match, but my love for any of my covenmates was enough to keep a blaze burning long after an Ancient’s influence was safely locked out.
Aiden’s hand stroked down my back as I caught my breath. Joanna paced to the kitchen, her boots clapping on the wood floor, and my eyes adjusted to the low light of the house.
“Did it work?” Bekka asked us in Vermenian, her native tongue, perking up in the bench seat of the window where she’d waited, eyes searching for us.
Footsteps stumbled into the front room. First Gwen and Hildy, followed by more of the Vermenian Scrivens, appearing at the announcement of our arrival.
“Perfect,” I answered Bekka, my tongue clumsy on the foreign language. “It was as pretty as your drawing.”
Corina slid out from behind Joanna’s Aunt Irene, joining the little girl in the window, sunlight haloing around her blonde curls. “And my pretty words?” she asked, lips twitching with a smirk and gaze hovering in my direction without landing on my skin.
Anger spiked in my blood, so hot and sudden, I glanced out the window expecting to see Warfare. My vision simmered and I left the room, tracing Joanna’s steps. Corina meant as little with her teasing as she’d meant when she’d written me in love with her. What was an amusing game for a bored and shallow young woman had nearly broken my heart and left me at terrifying odds with my coven just months ago. I hated her and that hate, the rage it drew up in me—and the urges to lash out—were impulses I’d battled my entire life to suppress.
My breath caught in my chest as I stepped into the kitchen. Joanna stood in full and perfect color at the round stone sink, hair tangled with a twig caught in her dark curls and a sprinkle of black blood spattered on her cheek.
“There you are,” I said, muscles easing at the sight of her.
Her lips curled up and her eyes flicked over her shoulder, skimming the air and missing me. “Come here and I’ll fix you too,” she said.
There was a tear in her skirt, one of her old ones Aiden was always trying to hide at the back of the closet. It was hard to believe I’d had Joanna in my life for less than a year. Love was a natural reflex to any of my covenmates, and for a decade I’d lived every day with the understanding that I was blessed to know Callum and Aiden, to build a life with them. But the minute I’d first seen Joanna, standing in front of my painting of the wheat fields of Hammish, it was as if the work hadn’t been complete until she was there. It was the same to see her sitting at the dinner table with us, or in the living room curled up in a chair reading. We’d left room for her in our lives before ever meeting her, and having the space filled went beyond a sense of rightness.
“You don’t know how much I missed the sight of you,” I said as I reached her at the sink, sliding my arm against her hands so that she could find the place where she’d painted the words.
I watched her blush flood her cheeks with pink, enjoying the last seconds of being able to observe her with all the hunger I had and not making her feeling shy.
“It was only an hour or two,” she said, taking the damp cloth smudged with ink and stroking it over my skin.
“You’re one of my favorite views,” I said, studying her delicate smile as she cleaned away her magic.
There were many more of her words now tracing my skin that couldn’t be washed away. Words of protection carefully arranged to keep some of the Ancients’ forces at bay without risking any unnatural repercussions. The tattoos had hurt, even tenderly applied by a lover’s hand, but I was growing fond of the sight of them. Especially the ones that bound our coven together, a knot of Joanna’s own design.
Her eyes lifted to mine, brightening as they caught my gaze. “Yes, I know what you mean,” she said, her gaze soaking me up now that I was visible again. She leaned in and I caught her kiss against my lips, humming in pleasure, some of the craving that had struck me senseless outside returning at the taste of her on my tongue.
“Don’t forget the rest of your coven, Jo,” Callum teased, his hands stroking down my back.
“This first,” I said, taking the cloth from her hands and cleaning away the fine drops of Illness’s blood from her skin, relieved to see they didn’t seem to leave any trace behind.
“I’m afraid I’m more of a mess than that,” Callum said as I rinsed the cloth.
“I’m going to go check on Adele,” Joanna said, hand hovering in the air until I hear Callum drop a kiss against her palm.
She ‘oofed’ on her way out of the kitchen and I turned to catch the strange sight of Joanna rising up to her toes, eyebrows lifting in surprise and lips compressing as the fabric of her shirt bunched under invisible hands. Then Aiden rumbled and I laughed as he released her.
“We’ll let you know before we’re ready to leave,” Aiden said to a blinking Joanna. She nodded as Callum nudged against my hip, reminding me he was waiting.
I took his arm in my hands, frowning at the slippery, oily feeling of Illness’ blood on his wrist, and worked quickly to scrub away Joanna’s words. Was the sudden squeeze in my lungs worry, or an effect of the blood?
Callum looked gruesome, blood splashed across his white shirt and his hand in mine coated in a thin layer of black.
“Oh gods, Pike, what did you do?”
Callum huffed, a sweaty strand of copper hair falling against his glasses as they sat crooked on his nose. “I got a good swipe in at the right moment.”
I couldn’t resist washing my hands and I dragged Callum’s grip under the spray of water with me. “Do you feel alright?”
“I didn’t until the cage sealed,” he said with a shrug.
Aiden’s warmth appeared at my other side and with a brief nudge of his arm against my knuckles I washed away Joanna’s magic on his skin, sighing at the sight of him fading in before me. Our foreheads bumped together and we both closed our eyes, a commiserating stress at our more reckless covenmates echoing through our connection.
