Frankie (Through Time 4)

Frankie’s shield was up. The black magic Worley kept chanting could not affect her any longer and she knew it had no affect on Graely.

“Can ye help me track, Graely? Something came through the Portal, and I know ye can see it there—I watched yer eyes.”

“I would not have lied to ye, Frankie child. I saw it, and yes, I can help you track what came out of it. The scent is somehow familiar.” He paused and then his voice was edged with anxiousness. “Frankie, we don’t have time. Shift to Trinity.”

“Ye picked up their scent?”

“No, just…”

“Yer gut, ye are going with yer gut. Right then, Trinity it is,” she said and while still in the air, she shifted them into the Ancient Library.

Her wings were drawn and tucked, but her arms were still around his waist. She eyed him archly as he disengaged himself and sniffed the air to say to her, “Ah Frankie lass. Do try and listen to me now and stay here, stay here, and don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are ye going, Graely?” But he was already gone.

She turned and as she looked around at all the wondrous manuscripts. She felt a jabbing pain shoot through her brain and then punch her in the stomach.

She doubled over. When she opened her eyes, it was as though the library had faded into the background and she, she was somewhere stuck in muck and goo.

She tried to move but it was impossible.

Every single time she tried to detach herself her fingers were yanked back into the muck. She felt her face held by a clamp, keeping her head in place, as she was forced to watch. A terrified voice in her ear, screamed, noooo!

Whatever her vision was trying to tell her, it was about to take place very soon. But what? What was going to take place?

She shook herself free and ran out of the library and found everything looked normal. Students attending summer classes were walking about, some were lying about on the grass, laughing, talking, enjoying the late morning. A couple of guys were throwing a Frisbee, someone was holding up a lovely little fat puppy. Everything appeared to be just as it should be.

All at once she felt a shift in the atmosphere and blinked to find Jazz and Trevor standing in front of her.

Looking at them as they approached, she smiled; thinking they looked like avenging Gods, ready to set the world straight.

Jazz was already on her, taking Frankie’s shoulders to say, “Graely sent us a message. He told us Prince Worley tried to spell you to go with him?”

“How did he do that?” Frankie was surprised.

Jazz snorted, “He actually called and left one on my cell phone.”

In spite of the seriousness of the situation, this struck Frankie as funny and she giggled, “Aye, we have all sorts of magic, but he uses the phone.” This sent her off into another peal of laughter.

Jazz and Trevor eyed one another and he said calmly to his mate, “Nerves.”

Jazz ignored this and demanded, “What happened, Frankie?”

“Worley tried to use black magic on me. I think he wanted to stop me from following whatever came out of the portal.”

“Why?” Trevor frowned.

“I don’t know. I thought mayhap Da asked him to look out for me, but I thought better of that. Da would not ask him to use black magic on me, and besides, since when do Daoine princes use black magic?”

“I don’t like this, Jazmine Decker,” Trevor said. “I have never liked Worley, but this is cause for concern.” He turned to Frankie, “You know already that your father is off on a mission. I doubt very much that he would ask anything of Worley if only because he knows you don’t care for him. I also had a talk with him just before he went off and he told me that he has changed his mind and no longer believes that Prince Worley is suitable for his daughter.”

“Really? He never said,” Frankie remarked with keen interest. “Right then, so Worley got me off balance with the black spell of his. Then all at once, Graely was there and the devil pointed his Death Weapon at him—at Graely who was unarmed,” Frankie said with feeling.

Trevor said nothing to this and Frankie stomped her foot at him, “Right, Trevor? It was a despicable thing to do.”

“I do agree, the Daoine should not have pointed a Death Weapon at an unarmed…Fae, even if he is an Unseelie.”

Jazz grimaced at her mate, and he put up his hands, “What?”