Page 93 of Becoming D'Vaire
“Yeah, ask them where to find my sister.”
“Don’t worry Scher, we’ll ask if we find them in time,” Saura assured her nephew. “I also don’t want to inconvenience all of you. If we die in the middle of the night, I don’t want you doing the resurrections in the wee hours of the morning. Wait until you’ve had time to coordinate your schedules.”
“Mom, are you serious right now? You get exactly twenty-four hours. I don’t even want to wait that long,” Dra’Kaedan countered.
“From the moment we get the call that you’re close, we’re all committed to staying at D’Vaire until the resurrections are done. None of us have any issue with how that’s going to alter our schedules. We’re certainly not going to feel inconvenienced,” Chander said.
“T’Eirick, we’re going to die on a weekend,” Saura directed.
The former Grand Warlock smirked. “If we have any control over it, consider it done.”
“Timetable’s set. Let’s go over the resurrections themselves. Which of you wants to be first?” Chander asked.
Saura and T’Eirick turned their attention to one another. She shrugged as his lips curled up in a wry smile. “It’s Saura’s turn. I was born knowing I’d be the Grand Warlock, and she later became the Grand Summoner after we met. This time around, she’ll the be first darkfallen and her name will always come first.”
The former Grand Summoner grinned and cupped T’Eirick’s face in her hands. “Thank you,” she said softly, then kissed him. “But it’s fine with me either way.”
“My mind is already made up.”
“Okay, I won’t argue.”
“There’s a first,” T’Eirick muttered while she glared.
“This is the point where I remind you that you have three days of resurrection sickness to look forward to,” Chander said.
“Mom, try to remember not to sit straight up as soon as you open your eyes like you did last time,” Dre’Kariston warned.
“Believe it or not, I know that.”
“I want to talk about the power funneling. Is this necessary? It’s going to be painful for Chand,” Alaric inquired.
“I don’t care how bad it hurts. We want to convince Fate they need a remarkable amount of power. I think the best way to do that is to combine what we have at our disposal. We’ll have the warlocks all push their magic into Dre’Kariston and the wizards will do the same to Del. Dre’Kariston and Del will then shove it in my direction,” Chander said. “The combination of magic will also ensure that their healing abilities will be painless for dark wizards and warlocks, as well as necromancers when applied.”
“The transfer of power will be painful for you and Del too. The light going into your dark,” Somerly complained to Dre’Kariston.
“Come on, guys. We know you love us, but we’re only talking about a few minutes at best in pain. None of us are ever going to count the cost,” Dre’Kariston responded. He swiped a thumb gently over Somerly’s cheek. “It’s not going to be that bad.”
“What do we have left to do or discuss?” Chander asked.
“I guess the only thing we’re waiting for is our deaths,” Saura remarked brightly.
“It’s weird that you’re excited about that,” Dra’Kaedan complained.
“T’Eirick and I are being granted eternal life. We may be offered the ability to be a new kind of healer, one this world needs. If that were not enough, we get to spend that immortality with all of you.”
“It would be remiss of us to leave out this is going to give us the ultimate punishment for the man who betrayed our people. Carvallius led us all to our deaths. Hemustpay. Dre’Kariston stopped him once, and now we finally get the opportunity to avenge the Coven of Warlocks and take that burden off our children,” T’Eirick said. His eyes glittered with rage. “Latarian put a fucking knife in my son’s chest after over six centuries as his captor. We’ll find her and when we do, she’ll be rooted in the afterlife as well. These aren’t things we’re taking lightly. In many ways, they’re just as important as being darkfallen.”
“I’d just like to say, I think every person in this room is incredible, and I know this is going to work out exactly as you intend, because I’ve never met a more determined group of people,” Grigori told them.
“Del, has anyone mentioned today how fucking fantastic your mate is?” Chander asked.
“I’ve thought that at least a hundred times today. Does that count?”
“Works for me,” the Arch Lich replied. “Yours is the opinion that matters the most to him.” Chander rose from his chair, and they all quickly said their good-byes so everyone could return home.
Grigori leaned over to Delaney. “You ready to go try this blood-drinking thing?”
Delaney’s smile was gorgeous, and his dark eyes were devoid of fear. “I thought you’d never ask.”
