CHAPTER NINETEEN –KAYDEN
THIS WASN’T his bed.
That was the first thought Kayden had before he even opened his eyes. The aroma surrounding him, a mix of herbs and lemon, was nothing like the familiar scent of his bedroom. It was nice, but not what he was used to smelling.
“You’re okay, Kayden. You’re at Ward’s castle in the infirmary. Can you open your eyes for me? Here, let me turn the light down for you.”
Why was he at Ward’s castle? The last thing he recalled was him and his team leaving after he’d terminated his contract with Ward because of….
Because of an attack against Ward.
Kayden and his crew were the victims of an attack. Oh gods, his crew. His eyes snapped open, and he stared up at a beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes.
Her cheekbones suggested Native American heritage. And that scent? It unmistakably indicated a magic user. Damn. A magic user.
“Hey, there. My name is Dr. Celine Tayen. I’m a member of Ward’s clan, and judging by your surprised expression, I’m betting you realize I’m a magic user. However, I’m not associated with the witches who attacked you, Kayden. You’re safe.”
Kayden’s gaze narrowed slightly, processing this influx of information. His head felt fuzzy and cotton filled. And his throat hurt. It felt like he’d swallowed glass.
At least he knew now who had done all that yelling last night. Him, apparently. Slowly, he nodded, still wary of the stranger who had somehow been taking care of him.
“My team…? Are they okay?”
“Yes, they’re fine.”
“What about Lance?”
“Shifted, which healed a lot of the damage, but I’m going to check on him and Mika next.”
“Yes, good.”
“Lance’s rooming with Mika. Once I’ve looked in on them, Matt is the next person I need to see. I’ll definitely check on everyone. Tank got them all here in time,” Celine reassured him.
“Huh?”
“Daylight was coming. It’s actually morning now.”
“Ah. Right. Gargoyles.” Kayden suddenly remembered the witch Ward had turned to stone.
An icy shiver threatened to creep up his spine as he fought to suppress it. The memory was vivid, the witch’s features frozen in time, her expression locked in terror. Then Ward had ordered her to be destroyed. It looked as if the rumors about that ability were indeed accurate.
“Yup. You were all brought here after the attack. It’s been a rough night, but you’re safe now, and that’s what matters.”
Kayden’s mind raced back to the attack, fragments of memory flashing before him—the clash of magic, the screams, the fear for his team. And Ward… Ward had come for them. Come for him.
“What happened? And how did I end up back here?” Kayden asked, looking around the room.
“From my understanding, the witches took advantage of you leaving and launched an attack on the wards as you passed through. I assume they were attempting to break them open.”
“Why are they wanting on Ward’s territory so badly?”
“That’s something you need to discuss with Ward. Anyway, you’re here because you fainted, most likely from exhaustion. At least I heard that’s what Mika insinuated. I’ll be honest with you. I’m not very knowledgeable about telekinesis and the people who possess that ability.”
“That’s not surprising.”
“But I do know about concussions, and you had a pretty bad one. I healed that, but you’ll still probably feel a little off, a little headachy. I mean, that brain of yours got shook up pretty good.”
His head throbbed suddenly—like just thinking about it made it suddenly hurt. It was also a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded earlier.