Chelsea Fine - Avow

By Chelsea Fine

Copyright 2012 by Chelsea Fine. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any methods, photocopying, scanning, electronic or otherwise, except as permitted by notation in the volume or under Sections 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without the prior written permission of the author.

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Published by

Firefall Publishing

Phoenix, AZ

Cover photo by Ashley Bugg with Bugg Photographer LLC

Cover design by Chelsea Fine

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Sophie & Carter

Anew

Awry

To my grandparents, Johnny and Milly. Your unconditional love and encouragement is the reason.

Scarlet had her memories back, which meant two things.

She knew where the Fountain of Youth was.

And she was mad at Tristan.

Still clutching a bloodstained knife in her hand, she marched through the graveyard and glanced over her shoulder at the green-eyed boy shed loved for centuries. By the way, you suck.

Excuse me? Tristan said.

She turned to face him. I cant believe you tried to kill yourself.

I was trying to keep you alive.

Agh. Spare me your sacrificial agenda. Another memory hit her and her veins heated. And you let me wander around with amnesia for two years? He opened his mouth, but Scarlet cut him off. And then you let me date Gabriel? What the hell, Tristan?

A muscle flexed in his jaw. First of all, I was supposed to die. So I didnt think intervening in your love life was any of my business. Gabriel made you feel happy and safe and I wasnt about to screw that up. And second, he raised his voice over her protests, the reason I didnt meet you for two years was because I didnt think Id be able to follow through with killing myself if you and I were, you knowpals. His eyes glinted in the moonlight.

Scowling, she said, Well that was selfish of you.

You think I was selfish? he said. Youre the one who shut everyone out. Youre the one who kept secrets and stole stuff and ran away

I had to run away, she snapped.

His voice rumbled in anger. Did you have to die too?

I wasnt trying to die.

But you did, he said coldly.

They stared at each other for a moment. Because of her connection to him, Scarlet could feel the hurt and fear pulsing through his veins at the memory of her last life. But she could also feel the love heating his core as his eyes traced over her in the darkness. And it was the lovethat undying fire that blazed in him and burned through herthat had her lost for words as she looked at him.

He was beautiful. Even standing in a graveyard, covered in dirt and blood, he was striking. His dark hair fell wild around his face and his green eyes shone in the moonlight.

A shiver of desire ran through himor was it her?and Scarlet clenched the knife in her hand so she wouldn't do something stupid. Like crush her mouth to his and claw at his clothes until there was nothing between them but heat and skin. But that would, of course, lead to death.

Everything always led to death.

Tristan shifted his weight as he scanned her face. What happened in your last life, Scar? What are you hiding? And what did you mean when you said there were dangerous things ahead of us?

Her chest tightened at his questions, none of which she knew how to answer, as millions of Avalon stars winked at them from above, reminding her of a time when she and Tristan spent their days in the trees and everything was fair; everything was simple.

Nothing was simple anymore.

Tristan tilted his head and repeated, What are you hiding, Scar?

She could feel his heartbeat echoing inside her soul, powerful and constant, as his emotions swam into her.

Patience. Love. Worry.

Could she tell him the truth about the fountain? The whole truth? The truth that would undo any hope they had of a happy ending?

She opened her mouth

Holy crap! Did you guys see that? Nate jogged up to them with a knife in his hand, a grin on his face, and a trickle of blood running down his neck. I totally kicked Ashman ass over there! I was all like hi-yah and you wanna piece of me? I was a super slayer! Buffys got nothing on me.

Scarlet shut her mouth and shifted away from Tristans searching eyes as Nate continued.

It was life and death out there, guys. Life and death. They just kept coming at me and I just kept putting them down. Nate took a moment to catch his breath. I mean, sure, I screamed like a girl a few times and accidently stabbed myself at the beginning, but still. I feel amazing! For the first time in five hundred years I feel alive.

Moving his gaze away from Scarlet, Tristan eyed Nates neck. Youre bleeding.

Nate touched his wound and drew back bloody fingers. Im bleeding. Ha! I have a battle wound. Oh, this is so awesome. Tucking his knife into his waistband with a smile, he looked around. Wheres everyone else?

Scarlets stomach churned as reality whooshed in and slapped her in the face. The last few hours of the night played through her mind like a horror movie as she remembered all that had transpired and her heart began to race.

Raven kidnapped Heather. Saying it out loud had emotion crawling up Scarlets throat. She needed to save Heather. She needed to stop Raven. She needed her heart to stop pounding so she could think clearly.

Nates face fell. What?

Scarlet summed up the evenings events in one breath. Raven is actually ClareHeathers boss at the coffee shopnot Laura. Laura was working for her, but Raven killed her and dumped her body in a grave

Ohmygoodness. Laura was really dead.

The pounding stopped and Scarlets body went cold.

My guardian is dead.

There was a sudden hollowness inside Scarlet she wasnt sure how to respond to. It wasnt painful; not really. But it was tight and had her eyes stinging in the cold wind.

Laura was dead. What did that mean? Did it mean sadness? Loss? Did it mean anything at all? And why was her chest hurting so much?

Concerned green eyes roved over her features, making Scarlet feel safe enough to cry, which she refused to do.

She swallowed back the tightness and cleared her throat, focusing on the situation at hand. Then Raven had an Ashman kick the crap out of me so she could kidnap Heather and hold her ransom for the map to the fountain. And then the life-force between Tristan and I shifted. So I can still feel his emotions, but he cant feel mine anymore.

Thank God.

If Tristan were still able to sense her, hed know she was confused and scared and panicked about Heather. And the fountain. And the truth.

A sick feeling swirled inside her gut.

And because the life-force shifted, Scarlet now has her memories back, Tristan added, sliding his eyes to her.

Nate blinked. What? I go slaying for ten minutes and I miss everythingwait. His eyes shot to Scarlet and widened. Does that mean you know where the fountain is?

Scarlet hesitated.

It was decision time.

No truth? The whole truth? A vague truth?

Yes, she said, going with vague. It was always safer to start vague. But we need to rescue Heather before we do anything else.

Her heart started to hammer at the thought of her happy friend being held hostage by a vengeful witch with a drug problem. So many things could go wrong.