So this is the last posting of Quentin Heart. I will more than likely change the ending a bit and maybe add some of Jaks viewpoint. I finished the first draft at 38500 which isn’t bad but I feel there is a lot more to say. So here you go!
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Quentin ignored the wave of despair her words caused. The fae could influence emotions. “Don’t you think this is overkill?” He waved a hand toward the group trying for nonchalance.
The queen grinned. “Better too much firepower than not enough. Besides I needed help to get rid of the wolves.”
“Do you know who they are?”
“You mean do I know those slavering beasts are my husband and his brothers?” Before Quentin could speak she continued. “Of course who do you think changed them?”
“You said you couldn’t find him.”
Allinea grinned exposing dimples that would be attractive if she didn’t hide an ugly nature. “I couldn’t tell you they ran off after I turned them into these creatures now could I?”
“Why would you do this?” Quentin couldn’t imagine the amount of magic needed to convert four powerful fae into beasts.
“Because he was going to leave me and now he never can!” With a motion of her hands she pulled a bow out of the air and set a flaming arrow ready to shoot.
Quentin cast a protective shield. His spell and her arrow collided.
Allinea scowled. “Why would you protect him? He’s nothing to you.”
“He’s my father.”
“Who you’ve never met. I might have kept him in my world but he didn’t fight too hard. He could’ve escaped years ago.”
Quentin heard the truth in her words. “That doesn’t mean you can kill him. No one deserves to be set on fire.”
“Oh.” Allinea made the bow disappear. “If you only object to the way I kill him I’m willing to compromise. Would you prefer dagger or poison? Or maybe poisoned dagger?”
She had such a hopeful expression on her face as if she expected Quentin to pick one of those.
“How about you go back home and leave them to me?”
Allinea’s mouth formed a sad pout. “I’m sorry I can’t go along with that. I think we could’ve been friends if there wasn’t the whole I hate your existence problem.”
“Yes, I don’t think we can get past that.” Quentin moved to stand in front of the wolves only for them to growl and push him back.
“Aww, that’s so sweet. Protecting your pup are you Lars?”
“Why don’t you go back to your world and leave him alone?” Quentin asked.
Jaks stepped closer to Quentin. “Careful babe.”
“You should listen to your mate. I’d hate to have to kill him.”
Rage spiked through Quentin. An anger so large his vision blurred beneath the force of his power. Quentin opened his hands to the sky. Clouds formed above him as if he were calling the heavens to do his bidding.
“Quentin, honey, don’t destroy the city.” Jaks placed a hand in the middle of Quentin’s back, grounding him. Without his lover’s touch Quentin didn’t know if he’d be able to pull back his magic but with Jaks tethering him to earth Quentin could let his magic fly free.
Pulling from the ley lines around him, Quentin gathered the magic into a psychic ball then released it. In an explosion of storm darts he knocked all of the enemy vampires on their asses. None of them stood up again.
“I hope you only stunned them,” Jaks whispered in Quentin’s ear.
“They won’t get up until I am ready.” Quentin knew he sounded terse but he refused to feel bad for zapping people who meant him harm.
“Nice trick, boy.” Allinea said. “Those skills won’t stop me.”
“I never thought they would,” Quentin agreed. He closed his eyes. Now that he knew who had cost the spell he could grasp how to unravel it. He let his magic wrap around the fae queen and read her energy. Once he had her magical signature he sank it into the wolves. Like unraveling a skein of yarn, yanking on one corner of the spell made it completely fall apart.
A loud crackling noise reached his ears but Quentin kept his eyes closed and focused on the magic. One more pull.
The crackling moved on to an explosive boom. Quentin stumbled back and would’ve fallen if not for Jaks hand. “I’ve got you.”
Quentin opened his eyes. He glanced over his shoulder to meet Jaks stare. “I know you do.”
“No! You can’t ruin everything!” Allinea’s shriek pulled Quentin’s attention away from his lover.
“No, you did when you tried to take everything,” a hard deep voice said.
Quentin laid eyes on his father for the first time. The man’s familiar features shook him to the core. If he had light blond hair and purple eyes they could’ve been twins. Lars’s brothers all had the same look as if they were quadruplets. Their magical signatures proclaimed them different but the average person wouldn’t be able to tell the difference right away.
Jaks spoke in a low voice in Quentin’s ear. “It’s like seeing a group of less gorgeous copies of my mate.”
The four fae men glared at Jaks. The vampire’s soft laugh wafted warm air against Quentin’s skin.
Quentin couldn’t have been happier that the men transformed with clothing. They must’ve been dressed when she’d cursed them. Good thing, Quentin didn’t want to see that much of his relatives.
“You never loved me!” Allinea’s voice became even shriller if possible.
“You’re right.” Lars didn’t try to sugar coat his agreement. “You’re a manipulative, overbearing bitch who’s finally gone too far. The council will approve my divorce without any problem once they learn what you did.”
“They can’t learn anything if you’re dead!” She raised her hand but nothing happened. “What did you do?”
Lars pointed at his chest. “Me? I didn’t do anything?” He turned to face Quentin, his gaze intense. “Anything you’d like to confess son?”
“I stripped her of magical energy.” There was no way to put it nicer.
“You can do that?” The four fae stared at Quentin as if he’s grown a second head.
“Is there a problem?” Jaks wrapped his arm around Quentin, turning them to face the fae as a united front.
Lars grinned. “Nope. I’m impressed as hell.”
“Let’s take her home. She’ll need to face charges,” one of Quentin’s uncles said.
Lars nodded. “Good plan.”
Allinea turned and ran.
The brothers chuckled.
“You’re letting her get away!” Quentin said, outraged.
Lars shook his head. “We can track her.”
“No problem,” another brother said.
Quentin wished they’d go to do it. Now that they were fae again they could go on their way.
“Quentin, I wanted to say how pleased I am to finally meet you,” Lars said, stepping forward.
Quentin shook his father’s hand. “Maybe we can do it again some time when you aren’t a wolf.”
Lars squeezed Quentin’s hand. “That sounds wonderful. I’ll get in touch soon and you can tell me all about yourself.” He gave a pointed look at Jaks.
“I’d like that.” Lars had missed all of Quentin’s childhood so there was no way he could step into the father hood roll but maybe they could at least be friend.
Without another word Lars and his brothers vanished. Only the leaves spraying up into the air showed where they’d gone.
“Can you teleport the vampires back. I want to escort them to their new prison home for betraying me.”
“Not usually but I think the storm gave me an extra boost.” Quentin muttered an incantation he rarely used and they all disappeared.
“Good man.” They looked around them. Only the two of them and Glenn remained.
Glenn grinned. “Nice job man.”
“Thanks.” Quentin’s stomach swirled as he examined the mess on the streets. News papers and leaves were the only remainders of the invading group.
“What now?” Jaks asked.
“Now we go back inside and figure out who else is after us. We still haven’t discovered the vampire’s identity who attacked Glenn.”
“After fae and wolves and spells, that will be the easy part.” Jaks kissed Quentin on the forehead, then the lips in a kiss far more carnal than usually permitted on a public street.
“Maybe we can look into that later.” Quentin licked his lips trying to get more of Jaks delicious flavor. “I have better ideas of what to do with our time.”
“Hey, yoohoo, before you get all wrapped up with each other Quentin could you give me a boost.”
“Sure.” Quentin focused then sent Glenn back to the vampire mansion.
“Now it’s just alone, whatever will we do?” Jaks asked.
“I’m sure we can think of something,” Quentin agreed.
Jaks picked Quentin up and threw him over his shoulder. “I already have some ideas.”
Quentin laughed and for once didn’t try to teleport them anywhere. He was curious about what the vampire had planned. No matter what happened in the future at least now he had someone to make things exciting.