Ari was astonished to realize that the Glass King actually loved Trey. The event solidified and intensified whatever they had together. They were so close, Ari could actually sense Glass in Trey’s aura, even when Glass wasn’t with him.
Ari would be forever grateful to Glass and Red for once again coming to their aid.
She winced, remembering the blood spilling from Trey’s throat and the tears in Jai’s eyes when they returned back to the house with Charlie in tow. “What if I lose him?” Jai whispered as they tied Charlie in the basement. “He’s my brother. I can’t lose him.”
“Maybe you’ll finally understand how I feel,” Charlie had replied dully from his position on the chair, enchanted ropes wrapped around his legs and torso.
Jai had winced and stumbled away.
Ari had knelt until her face was in Charlie’s, resentment toward him pushing to the fore. She told him quietly, “It does not excuse what you’ve done.”
“Then why are you trying to save me? That’s what this is, right? You think you can, what … dry me out?”
She’d shaken her head at him. “What you’ve done since Mikey’s death is your fault. You made a choice.” Tears brimmed in her eyes, exhaustion, guilt, and worry for Trey eating at her. “But what happened to Mikey was my fault. So I’m going to try one last time to save my friend.”
Voices in the kitchen brought Ari back to the present. She’d been trying unsuccessfully for three weeks to get Charlie to speak. The magic was waning from his system now and he had grown weaker, subdued. Today was the first time she saw a spark of the old Charlie in his eyes.
Was the plan actually working?
Jai had attempted to get her to leave for more than a few hours, anxious about her and concerned that Michael was asking too many questions about her absence. If Michael grew suspicious, he might find out about Charlie. If that happened, Charlie was dead.
“Do you remember when we were nine and we buried a time capsule in Vicker’s Woods?” Charlie suddenly asked, his voice rough from lack of sleep.
Ari sat up, her pulse throbbing in her throat. He sounded like Charlie again. “Yes.” She smiled softly. “You kissed me. Just a peck on the lips but it was my first kiss.”
Charlie’s mouth twitched. “You tasted like strawberries. I bought you some cheap strawberry lip balm for your birthday that year and you wore it every day until the tin ran out.”
Tears pricked Ari’s eyes and she nodded, hope filling her chest. “I remember.”
“I remember everything.” He hung his head, his chest heaving with emotion. “Ari, I don’t know how to go back. I don’t know how to be okay anymore. The things I’ve said, and done.” When he looked up, the tears spilled down his cheeks. “The emerald … it changed me, it did. But before that, I couldn’t see past anything but myself and my own pain …and it killed her.” He cried harder. “It killed Fallon.”
Ari tried to stem her own tears but no matter what Charlie had done, she still felt his pain. She crossed the room to him and as she wrapped her arms around him, she cut through the enchantment holding him in place. The ropes fell and Charlie gripped her tight, sobbing into her shoulder as he clutched onto her.
She was so lost in him, so deafened by the rushing waves of blood in her ears from her escalating heartbeat, Ari did not hear the footsteps pounding down the basement stairs.
She didn’t hear a thing until …
“Ari, step away from him.”
Charlie pulled slowly back from her, wiping his cheeks. Ari turned her blurry vision to the intruder. Fear immediately sank into her stomach and she shook her head, putting herself in front of Charlie.
“No,” she felt her magic tingle in her fingers. “Michael, please, no.”
Standing before her was Michael Roe, his brother Gerard, and one of their older and powerful Guild members, Jacob Ballendine. Jai and Trey stared at Charlie in astonishment, and Ari watched their expressions grow pained as they realized they’d walked in on something important.
“Ari, don’t do anything stupid,” Michael warned her calmly. “Just step away from Mr. Creagh.”
She shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “Michael, I can’t. He’s himself again. I can’t let you take him to die.”
“Ari,” Michael’s eyes held stoic sympathy but his tone was implacable. “He broke the law. I am bound to honor my position in this Guild and I have to turn him over to the Law Makers.”
“They’ll kill him,” she choked out.
“You can’t let them.”
“Ari.” Cold fingers caught hers. Charlie gazed up at her pleadingly. “Don’t. Let them. It’s too late. Don’t let anyone else get hurt because of me. She wouldn’t want that.”
“No.” Panic overwhelmed her and she turned to Jai, her eyes meeting his across the room. “No, Jai, please.”