The Arcana Chronicles 4: Arcana Rising

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Day 512 A.F.?

"There she is," Aric said when I blinked open my eyes. He sat beside me, stroking my hair.

I was in our bed? So foggy.

Why did Paul have a blood pressure cuff on my arm? "Everything checks out," he told Aric. "I'm sure the posttraumatic stress from that attack didn't help things."

Aric said, "Thank you, Paul."

With a "Get some rest, Evie," the medic left.

My eyes went wide as memories returned. Matthew, answer me! I bolted upright, growing dizzy again.

Aric grasped my shoulders. "Easy, slow down. What's wrong, love?"

That buzz in my ears was back. I shook so hard my teeth chattered. MATTHEW, please answer me! I'm begging you. Is Jack alive?

Matthew had never actually said he was. The Fool might have been channeling something Jack had said before he'd died. Maybe Matthew was trying to drive me crazy. If so . . .

Kudos, the plan's a success.

I rubbed my temples, muttering to Aric, "I-I don't know." What if I'd imagined Matthew altogether? Imagined Jack's voice?

Oh, God, of course. I'd been remembering a detail about Jack, and then his voice popped up?

In a solemn tone, Aric said, "There is something we need to talk about, sieva."

Now what? I could've been out for days. In that time, he might've uncovered something new and dire.

So why was he looking at me so strangely? Almost like I was nuts.

Maybe I . . . shouldn't tell him what I thought I'd heard. Not until I knew more. How exactly would I put the revelation anyway? Jack's alive, but apparently he kept that little detail secret. Ah, but Matthew spilled the beans! Buying myself time, I waved Aric on.

I was scarcely listening as he began talking about Paul, of all people. How the EMT had grown worried when I'd been shut in with my grandmother for so long. How I had lost weight and become listless. The man had pleaded with me to get a checkup, even offering to source contraception after Aric and I had started sleeping together.

Wait. I glanced up. "After?"

Aric nodded. "He said you told him you had no need of contraception."

The hell? "I went to him and got a shot prior to us getting together. I told you about it."

"As I told him in turn, but he swears that never happened."

Real? Unreal? Had I . . . imagined my meeting with Paul? I'd already feared gaps in my memory; Gran had told me things that I'd had no recollection of. Was I now inventing memories?

Had I invented Jack's return?

In a soothing voice, Aric said, "I'm not angry, love. Just talk to me." He wasn't the first person to look at me as if I'd gone insane, like I was trouble with the possibility of rubble.

Won't be the last.

No. I refused this. I had heard Jack, and I had gotten that shot. "It did happen, which means Paul's a liar." But why would he lie? "I'm going to confront him." In time. Right now, all I wanted was to hear from Matthew again.

Yet I frowned as a thought occurred. "Why would you be talking to Paul about contraception?"

Aric tucked my hair behind my ear. "Sieva," he said gently, "do you not know you're pregnant?"

Tick-tock.

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The Priestess (II)

Circe Remire, Ruler of the Deep

"Terror from the abyss!"

A.k.a.: The Water Witch

Powers: Water manipulation, including tidal wave generation and flood creation. Hydrokinetic combat, shapeshifting, and constructs (can form water objects). Hydro scrying (can perceive through water). Hydroportation.

Special Skills: Spells and hexes. One spell enables her to remember past games.

Weapons: Water, trident.

Tableau: A priestess--with water for hair and tentacles for legs--looms over a sacrificial victim at a bloody altar.

Icon: Trident.

Unique Arcana Characteristics: Iridescent blue scales on her arms, with a small fin at each elbow.

Before Flash: A grad student from Bermuda, attending the University of Miami. Her focus: Atlantean mythology and the Bermuda Triangle. Engaged to a computer programmer and instructor there. Member of campus Wiccans.

Hamilton, Bermuda

Day 0

"Are you tipsy?" I asked my soon-to-be husband. I was sitting with my cheek pressed against the door. He was sitting on the other side. It was well past midnight, so we weren't supposed to see each other.

"I might be a tee bit wispy, luv," he said, his voice as jovial as ever. No one had ever made me laugh like Ned. "But my wipsiness can't be helped. My family kept raising their glasses to me. They think I'm a boss for landing a woman as beautiful as you." His crisp British accent got more relaxed when he'd had a drink or two. "My sister said if a movie were made of our lives, it'd be called The Siren and the Nerd."

Siren. I frowned as some memory tried to surface. The ocean's siren song. . . . I raised my hand to my head as a wave of dizziness overtook me.

Over the last week, the wedding festivities had been going great--until I'd received a long, mysterious wooden box. The accompanying note had been just as puzzling.

Priestess,

Hail Tar Ro. I believe this is yours.

Death

Ever since I'd touched the contents of the package--a golden trident, engraved with cryptic symbols--I'd been having bouts of dizziness, and nightmares about being trapped under the ocean.

I hadn't been able to shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, as if I was on a countdown clock. And my symptoms were getting worse.

I'd confided them to my grandfather, my best friend. He'd worried that I wasn't ready to marry.

But I am! Ned was the one for me. We were soul mates. I was lucky to have found him.

In a fit two nights ago, I'd taken the trident to a headland cliff and tossed it into the waves. But m

y issues continued--

"Circe, dear?"

What had he been talking about? Oh, yes . . . "Siren and the Nerd?" I feigned a huff. "They only commented on my looks?"

"They might have mentioned your early PhD candidacy, but I told them you were going to cut out all that scholarly rubbish after our nuptials."

I grinned, pressing my palm to the door. I loved this man like a drought loves rain. "My family also spoke a lot about you tonight--about how you went out on the water without your seasickness patch." My brothers had taken him fishing. They'd reported back that they'd never seen anybody throw up so much and live to laugh about it. "And without your sunblock." They'd also said they'd never seen anyone burn so fast.

"I did that part on purpose, for my Larry the Lobster impression at the reception. I'm method that way."

Laughter burst from my lips. I'd never known I could laugh this much before Ned. No, there'd been another time. . . . In a dark forest, a green-eyed girl and I had laughed till our bellies ached.

"You can't deny the lobster-red hotness of my skin. No, seriously. My skin is literally hot."

I tsked. "And you'll be bright red for all our photos tomorrow."

"We can always hope I'll be peeling by then." Ned sighed. "How you put up with me is a mystery."

A voice in my head murmured, Mysteries from the deep. The nightmares. Shake it off, Circe.

"You're brave to want kids with me, luv. Three no less."

I'd told him I wanted to get started once I'd earned my degree. He'd saluted me, replying, "I shall enthusiastically contribute to this endeavor. You will know what the word commitment means."

Now he asked, "What if they turn out to be nerds who get seasick?"

"Then you'll know you're the father."

He laughed. "You give as good as you get. God, I'm ready to get this wedding business sorted, so we can get back to us."

"I know. I feel as if I haven't seen you in weeks."

"I don't like sleeping in different beds. Custom or not, if you have another nightmare, you need to come get me."

"I will," I lied. I'd had several each night since that package's arrival. Yet those nightmares had felt more like . . . memories. Maybe I was losing my mind. "You know how much I love you, right?"