Vampire Mine - Kerrelyn Sparks [111]
It was beautiful. A green meadow stretched out below her, surrounded by mountains. Stars sparkled overhead. In the middle of the meadow, a circle of gray stones stood. She spotted a lone figure in the middle.
“Connor!”
He turned toward her. He smiled, although his face looked pale and tense.
She ran down the hill to the henge. The stones were ancient and beautiful, and she rested a hand against one while she caught her breath.
A surge of warmth swept up her arm. It was the stone, recognizing her as another ancient entity. She leaned against it, and it loaned her some strength. Beneath her hand, a small patch of brown withered lichen turned green.
She blinked. Were her healing powers back?
“Are ye all right, lass?” Connor asked.
“Ah—yes.” She pushed away from the stone. “I’ve been worried about you.”
“I had some matters to take care of.” He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin as if he were going into battle. “Marielle. It has been a week since I found you, but the love I have for you will last forever.”
She walked slowly toward him. “I love you, too.” A frisson of alarm crept up her spine. Something was wrong.
“I made a promise to you, and I found a way to keep it.” He smiled, but the pain in his eyes made her stop.
“What have you done, Connor?”
He motioned behind him.
Darafer stepped around a stone and into the circle, his green eyes gleaming with victory.
She gasped. “No.”
“I discovered if I called them by name, they would come.” Connor motioned to his right.
Zackriel and Buniel moved into the stone circle.
“Connor,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making things right. Darafer said he had the power to erase all the news about vampires. ’Twill make the world safe again for my friends.”
She trembled. “Don’t believe him.”
“And it dinna really cost me anything.” His back stiffened with determination. “I was on the list for hell, anyway.”
She shook her head. Tears crowded her eyes. “Don’t do it. I’m begging you. Don’t go with him.”
Connor’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. ’Tis the only way.”
Darafer stepped forward and his black wings unfurled. He stretched a hand out to Connor. “Come with me now.”
“No!” Marielle screamed.
Connor turned to the demon. “There is one condition. Ye will never attempt to take Marielle to hell again.” He looked at the angels. “And if I go to hell, ye have to take her back to heaven with you.”
Darafer cursed and slammed a fist against one of the stones. His wings folded in with a snap.
Zackriel smiled.
Buniel chuckled. “You’ll never get to hell that way, Connor.”
Zackriel nodded. “There’s only one condition where a demon is not allowed to take a willing soul to hell—when that soul is sacrificing himself to save another.”
“But—” Connor stepped toward the angels. “Ye have to take her back.”
A blinding white light filled the henge, and Marielle squeezed her eyes shut.
When the light softened, she opened her eyes and saw an Archangel floating down to the ground.
“Gabriel,” she whispered.
Connor moved close to her, a stunned look on his face. “Is—is he here to take you back to heaven?”
“I don’t know.” She bowed her head to honor the Archangel.
Connor noticed her doing it and bowed, too.
Gabriel inclined his head toward Marielle. “Dear angel, our Father loves you greatly.” He smiled. “You were never abandoned. He has been with you always.”
“Are you saying she’s no longer banished?” Buniel asked.
“She never was truly banished,” Gabriel said. “She has always done exactly as her Father hoped she would do.”
Darafer snorted. “I told her she was being used.”
Gabriel gave the demon a hard stare.
Darafer shifted his weight and grimaced with a pained look.
Gabriel turned back to Marielle. “If you are concerned that you have somehow been manipulated, I can assure you that you have not. It is true that the Father hoped you would do as you have over the centuries, and it is also true that the Father created you with an inclination