The most handsome warlock she’d ever laid eyes on, running as hard for her as she was running for him. His eyes met hers and she felt tears come to her cheeks. He was hers. And she was his.
“Gwen,” he breathed, as he pulled her into his arms. He held her and kissed her and the memories came back in a flood. He was Gideon. Her Gideon.
“Gideon.”
“You’re okay. You’re here.”
“Yes.”
“Do we have much time?” he asked, pulling back and looking into her eyes. She knew what he was asking. He was asking if the Goddess would allow her to keep this form for a short while so they could say goodbye.
“I think we do,” she said, her own breath now coming in gulps. “I think we have forever.” As she said the words, she knew they were right. The Goddess had given them forever when she’d severed the connection. To save magic, the Goddess had been forced to let Gwen go, to let her stay in this form.
“There’s a new anchor in my place,” she said, looking into the eyes of the warlock she loved.
“A new anchor?” Gideon looked at her. “But who?”
Chapter Nineteen
Gwen looked at the wreckage around them. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the center of the Komolvo encampment. Gideon held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her. If she was right about what she’d seen in that last moment when she’d split the thread of magic, there would be one witch missing now.
“Where is Tink?” she asked, and when he nodded toward a disheveled form on the ground, she looked away. Pressing her head to his chest, she cried. Somehow she knew Tink had done what he had for love. He loved Minerva, and she wouldn’t have given him the time of day if he didn’t have any power to offer her.
She looked around at the people surrounding her now. Baba Yaga and the others were rounding up the Komolvo. Gwen had a feeling they would have to pay some kind of price for fighting beside Tink, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. Floarea had paid a very high price for defending him.
“Floarea is gone,” Zelda said, coming up to them just as Baba Yaga joined them.
“The Goddess took her,” Gwen said, not at all sure how she felt about that. She knew what a lonely existence it was to be the anchor of magic. “She’s the new anchor of magic.”
Gideon shook his head. “Well, she was loyal to a fault, I’ll give her that. Maybe she’ll make a great anchor.”
“She can’t very well cause any harm there. There’s really very little the anchor can do.” Gwen shuddered. She was almost afraid to believe she was finally free. And the truth was, Floarea had made her own bed. If this was the punishment the Goddess had chosen for her, chances were it was actually a lot more lenient that what the Council might have doled out.
“Gideon,” Gwen cried out, as she watched Harmen raise his arms, preparing to hurl the mother of all fireballs at Gideon. “No!”
Gwen didn’t know what she planned to do. She simply raised her hands to try to stop the next few seconds from taking place. To stop Harmen from hurting Gideon. She never imagined the teal magic she’d seen sparking at the tips of her fingers earlier would shoot out, nailing Harmen dead center in the chest. The Komolvo warlock was knocked back five feet, landing on his ass.
“Look at you go,” Gideon said, pride in his voice and his smile as he pulled Gwen into him, wrapping his arms around her. “My witch has powers now.”
“I guess I do,” she said with a laugh, looking down at her hands. “Oh no!” She looked up at Gideon. “Leeds! The Shifters! We have to get to them. When Floarea grabbed me, she hurt some of them. They fought her; they tried to keep her from taking me.”
“On it,” said Zelda, teleporting out of there with Mac by her side.
“Will she be able to heal them?” Gwen asked Baba Yaga.
“Yes, I think so.” Baba Yaga looked pissed, and Gwen couldn’t blame her. Tink’s actions had been unforgivable.
“Gwen,” he breathed, as he pulled her into his arms. He held her and kissed her and the memories came back in a flood. He was Gideon. Her Gideon.
“Gideon.”
“You’re okay. You’re here.”
“Yes.”
“Do we have much time?” he asked, pulling back and looking into her eyes. She knew what he was asking. He was asking if the Goddess would allow her to keep this form for a short while so they could say goodbye.
“I think we do,” she said, her own breath now coming in gulps. “I think we have forever.” As she said the words, she knew they were right. The Goddess had given them forever when she’d severed the connection. To save magic, the Goddess had been forced to let Gwen go, to let her stay in this form.
“There’s a new anchor in my place,” she said, looking into the eyes of the warlock she loved.
“A new anchor?” Gideon looked at her. “But who?”
Chapter Nineteen
Gwen looked at the wreckage around them. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the center of the Komolvo encampment. Gideon held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her. If she was right about what she’d seen in that last moment when she’d split the thread of magic, there would be one witch missing now.
“Where is Tink?” she asked, and when he nodded toward a disheveled form on the ground, she looked away. Pressing her head to his chest, she cried. Somehow she knew Tink had done what he had for love. He loved Minerva, and she wouldn’t have given him the time of day if he didn’t have any power to offer her.
She looked around at the people surrounding her now. Baba Yaga and the others were rounding up the Komolvo. Gwen had a feeling they would have to pay some kind of price for fighting beside Tink, but she didn’t want to think about that right now. Floarea had paid a very high price for defending him.
“Floarea is gone,” Zelda said, coming up to them just as Baba Yaga joined them.
“The Goddess took her,” Gwen said, not at all sure how she felt about that. She knew what a lonely existence it was to be the anchor of magic. “She’s the new anchor of magic.”
Gideon shook his head. “Well, she was loyal to a fault, I’ll give her that. Maybe she’ll make a great anchor.”
“She can’t very well cause any harm there. There’s really very little the anchor can do.” Gwen shuddered. She was almost afraid to believe she was finally free. And the truth was, Floarea had made her own bed. If this was the punishment the Goddess had chosen for her, chances were it was actually a lot more lenient that what the Council might have doled out.
“Gideon,” Gwen cried out, as she watched Harmen raise his arms, preparing to hurl the mother of all fireballs at Gideon. “No!”
Gwen didn’t know what she planned to do. She simply raised her hands to try to stop the next few seconds from taking place. To stop Harmen from hurting Gideon. She never imagined the teal magic she’d seen sparking at the tips of her fingers earlier would shoot out, nailing Harmen dead center in the chest. The Komolvo warlock was knocked back five feet, landing on his ass.
“Look at you go,” Gideon said, pride in his voice and his smile as he pulled Gwen into him, wrapping his arms around her. “My witch has powers now.”
“I guess I do,” she said with a laugh, looking down at her hands. “Oh no!” She looked up at Gideon. “Leeds! The Shifters! We have to get to them. When Floarea grabbed me, she hurt some of them. They fought her; they tried to keep her from taking me.”
“On it,” said Zelda, teleporting out of there with Mac by her side.
“Will she be able to heal them?” Gwen asked Baba Yaga.
“Yes, I think so.” Baba Yaga looked pissed, and Gwen couldn’t blame her. Tink’s actions had been unforgivable.
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