“He was brought here at birth by his mother, Igraine,” Sebastian told them. “She is one of the original Nine.”
“So, he’s their nephew,” Michael said. “Morgan slept with her nephew.”
“And had me. Correct, Detective.” Sebastian smiled.
“How do we know you won’t go to her side when she comes?”
“You do not,” Sebastian answered lightly. “But I helped in her capture on Christmas Eve.”
“Before or after your memories returned?” Guinevere put to him.
Sebastian didn’t answer. Instead, he glared at Guinevere with molten anger. “I am not waiting for someone else to decide my fate. I am leaving now.”
He lifted his hands to the air and began speaking. He didn’t give up for ten more minutes. Twice, the rift in the air appeared, but it didn’t last.
“If they say no,” Kestrel said softly, “are we stuck here?”
“No. I know a way to leave,” Guinevere let them know. “We need to go to the waterfalls of Alastra. Beside the pool, there is a tall rowan tree—”
The air began to ripple, but in a separate place from where Sebastian worked. They all heard a deep-throated roar, like that of an angry bear.
A hand appeared from the ripple, and then a short guttural cry and a face could be seen, as if it were squeezing through something no one else could see.
Wolf! Camelee saw his face. She went utterly still watching him break through time and space.
Chapter Twenty
He fought harderthan he ever had in his life. Harder than a few moments ago when he was fighting and killing Saxons. He’d gone berserk and killed the seven Saxons in almost five swings of his blade. He didn’t remember fighting them. As a berserker he was not in his right mind when it happened. Taken over by rage and fury, he’d gone into a trancelike state and destroyed everything in his path.
As he was hacking and tearing, he felt his blade go through something thicker than the air. His thoughts were jumbled and indistinguishable, still fighting in a trance. More men had arrived. Fin? Someplace inside him, someone called out to keep going. Keep slashing and cutting through. Do not stop!
He roared and shouted as he fought his way through. Growing weary but casting it aside. He could see something different. He was in the forest. He should have been looking at trees, but instead, he was looking into a cavernous room made of glass.
He pushed his arm through, but the air fought him, closed in on him. And then he caught a glimpse of Camelee standing at a table with others. With one more mighty roar that resounded off the walls, he pushed through and almost tumbled to the floor.
It took a moment for the cobwebs to leave his head and for him to realize what had happened. When he did, he was awestruck. What? He did it? He did it! He turned to Camelee and smiled. Before he blinked again, she ran to him and leaped into his arms.
“You came for me,” she cried into his neck, held in his arms, her feet dangling off the floor. “How did you do it?”
“Do not move!”
A man’s warning voice reminded Wolf that he was in a foreign place with potentially dangerous enemies. He pushed Camelee behind him and held his blade out before him.
The man who told him not to move stared at him with an unblinking gaze. “How do you still have your sword?”
“What?” Wolf asked, looking at his glistening blade.
The man held up his hands and began to chant.
“No, Sebastian!” Camelee moved in front of him. “Don’t hurt him!”
Hurt him? Wolf scoffed. With what? His words? He almost laughed out loud.
“How did you get through?” the man…Sebastian demanded, lowering his hands.
“I fought my way through.”
The man curled the corners of his mouth into a smile. “You cannot fight your way though. You are a sorcerer.”
