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  The Cedarstone Chronicles Book 4

  Sean Stone

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  31. Epilogue

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  1

  Clara was sitting alone at her desk looking at the report she’d just filled out detailing the events of the night of July 26th. The night she’d finally defeated Nickolas Blackwood. In the films people always felt so empty after they’d finally defeated their enemy, but not Clara. She felt fulfilled. She’d set out to do a job and she’d done it. Now, though, she had a new problem: Jamal Rasul. He’d pretended to be her ally, her mentor and her boyfriend, all the while he was Nick’s right-hand man. Now he was in a cage upstairs and she had no idea what to do with him. Not that it was her decision. Phil was director of SIT and it wasn’t even his decision. Sidney had forbidden anybody to go near the cages until he’d received instructions from his superior at Thames House.

  The lift bell rang once and the doors slid open. Clara looked over in surprise. Nobody was supposed to use the lift entrance to the headquarters. The only way to get into the lift was via her office in the research labs which sat above them, hiding the SIT base. Being the majority shareholder of the company she had taken the CEO’s office, which had once been her father’s. She’d taken it more to protect the secret entrance to this place than because she actually needed an office. The company was run by more capable people than her. When the doors were open fully she saw that the lift car was empty. That was unusual. In all the time they’d been using the secret location there had never once been a malfunction. The SIT headquarters were protected by magic which was highly efficient. She stood up and walked over to the lift cautiously. She would have preferred to have some backup but she was the only person here tonight. Everyone else was either out on a job or at home. Even Sidney wasn’t here and that was a first.

  When she reached the lift she peered in but there were no signs of any mischief. She stepped inside to get a better look at the button panel and as soon as she was in the doors slid closed behind her. She hit the “doors open” button but nothing happened. The lift didn’t make a sound but Clara knew that it was moving all the same, she’d gotten used to the very faint sensation of movement. She didn’t bother trying to press anything, there would be no point. She might as well just wait until the lift finished its ascent. She wasn’t afraid, just cautious. Since defeating Nick and laying him to rest at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean she found that there was little left to be afraid of. If she could beat him she could beat anyone. And thanks to Kayla she now had full control of her powers. There were few who could stand against her. She’d been having lessons with Vicky, one of the sorcerers who had joined SIT. Unlike Jamal, Vicky was actually helping Clara and her skill had grown significantly over the last week. Vicky said she wasn’t far off qualifying as a wizard. It was more progress than Jamal had achieved in months.

  The lift opened on her darkened office. It wasn’t a surprise to find the light off. The office was rarely used so it would be more surprising to find the lights on. She was surprised when she stepped into her office and the lights didn’t automatically flick on. All the lights in the building were on motion sensors. The bulbs must have run out, although there were a lot of bulbs in her office and it was unlikely that all of them had died. Lights not turning on and a lift with a mind of its own. Something was going on. Something supernatural. Protocol was to call for backup in these situations. Clara was known for being rebellious but she wasn’t needlessly so. She reached into her pocket for her mobile phone, intending to call Phil, but found that it wasn’t there. She must’ve left it downstairs. It wasn’t a problem, there was a landline on her desk. She crossed the room and lifted the receiver, punching in Phil’s number as she did. One of the first things all recruits did when joining SIT was learn each other’s contact details. When she put the receiver to her ear she did not hear ringing, though. There was an odd sound that she couldn’t quite place. Then she realised what it was. Trickling water. She couldn’t explain why but she shivered. She put the receiver down and readied her hands. She might need them for a spell. One of the benefits of being a sorcerer was not needing to carry a weapon. Unless you were a weak sorcerer which she was not.

  Using the dim light from the waxing moon outside she quickly scanned the office. It was empty as far as she could see. There was a bang from the corridor outside. Somebody was playing games with her. Somebody who was about to learn the hard way why you don’t try to scare a Winters sorcerer. She didn’t bother with caution. She was too angry for that. She stormed out into the corridor to catch the person who was sneaking around her building but there was nobody there. Her office door clicked shut and she was standing in the pitch-black corridor. She held out her palm and brilliant white light shone around her, lighting up the building. She saw a figure at the end of the corridor and then her light vanished. She was left in total darkness. She tried to conjure the light again but nothing happened. Her magic was failing. Her magic hadn’t failed her since before she’d defeated Nick. Vicky had said that her victory had boosted her confidence which had in turn boosted her ability. Apparently, her confidence was now gone. Her heart drummed in her chest and her arms trembled slightly. She’d never admit it but she was afraid and she had every reason to be. Somebody who was powerful enough to override the magic in her building was playing games with her and her own magic had failed her. She was alone and defenceless against whoever it was. But still, she was an SIT agent. She had to deal with this. She drew in a deep breath and settled her nerves. She stayed still and listened. Shuffling to her left. She turned and began following the corridor. She held out her left hand, palm up and willed light again. This time it worked. Only it wasn’t as powerful a light as before. It was just strong enough for her to see without walking into anything. It was better than nothing, though.

  As she walked she was sure that the corridor had not been this long before. It seemed to be stretching on for ages. She should have reached a corner by now. As her foot fell she heard a splash and stopped. She looked down and saw a small puddle of water on the tiled floor. She looked up but there was no leak on the ceiling. Something was very wrong. She carried on walking. The farther
she walked the more water she came across. The puddles got bigger with each step and soon she was walking through a seemingly endless puddle. And then she saw the end of the corridor. There was no door, just plain wall, and in front of the wall was a large box - large enough to hold a person. At least it looked like box, but all she could see were shadows and shapes. Her heart was beating dangerously as she grew closer and the shape became clearer. It was a long rectangular box with a familiar pattern. She could feel herself starting to shake. It couldn’t be. It had to be a trick of the mind. But when she reached the object she saw that it was real and she was afraid. The pattern was black with gold stripes and it wasn’t a box. It was a sarcophagus. The same sarcophagus she’d locked Nick in and then dropped in the ocean. And it was open. And empty.

  She had to get out. Now. She wheeled around and there was Nick. She backed up quickly and stumbled on the sarcophagus, only just stopping herself from falling in. He looked exactly how he had the last time she’d seen him, only less tired. He’d had plenty of time to rest over the week he’d spent at the bottom of the sea. His eyes bore into her, his expression plain. Then the corners of his mouth tugged into a small smile.

  “Hello, Clara,” he said softly and smiled. Then his hand darted forward. She felt her skin tear and her ribs break as his hand smashed through her chest. His fingers enclosed around her heart and squeezed. She wanted to fight but she was frozen in place. He yanked his arm out of her and she felt the most abominable tearing sensation followed by absolutely nothing. She literally felt nothing. Her legs seemed to disappear and she sunk to her knees. There was no fight in her. Nor anything else, it seemed. It felt like she was fading away. When her knees hit the wet ground her eyes became level with Nick’s hand. The one which had attacked her. In it she saw a human heart. Her heart. Then she realised what the weird feeling was. She was dead. As if the thought made it come true, the corridor started to fade and she began to float away like a leaf on the wind. All the while looking back at Nick’s smiling face. Behind him she saw another person — Alistair, the old man who ran the supernatural shop in town, only his face seemed to be melting like candle wax. The last thing she saw was Nick drop her heart on the floor like it was an empty crisp packet.

  Clara sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily. Sweat drenched her front and back. The image of Nick with her heart in his hand was still emblazoned on her retinas. She reached out and flicked on her light. She jumped when she saw the figure in her doorway but settled again when she realised it was only Bianca. Not Nick. He was still trapped. It was only a dream. And yet, it had seemed so real. She rubbed her chest in the place Nick had torn through and was pleased to feel solid, uninjured flesh.

  “Nick?” Bianca asked as she came into the room and seated herself in the bedside chair. Clara nodded. It wasn’t the first time she’d had dreams about Nick coming back for her. Her screams had woken Bianca several times over the past week. This had been the only one that hadn’t felt like a dream, though.

  “Maybe you need to get away,” Bianca said.

  Clara adjusted her pillows and leaned back against them. “Get away to where?” she said.

  “I don’t know. Move somewhere else. Get a fresh start.” Bianca’s way was to hide from danger, but Clara’s was to take it down.

  “What good would that do?”

  “It would put all this behind you. You could move on. Forget about everything that’s happened.”

  “I will never forget about everything that’s happened,” Clara said. She’d lived through more in the last few months than she had her entire life. “I can’t leave anyway. Not now that we’ve pretty much won. Nick gone. The town at peace. We’ve done everything we were aiming for.”

  “Then why do you keep having nightmares?” Bianca said pointedly.

  “I just need to get used to Nick being gone,” she lied. The truth was she knew that all the time Nick was still alive there was a chance he could come back. Especially whilst there were twelve warlocks who had a magical link to him locked away at the SIT HQ. If just one of the disciples escaped they might be able to track Nick down. But there was no way they could escape. They were locked in magical cages and the cages could only be opened with the handprint of Phil Gatling, Sidney White or herself. But what of somebody else could find Nick. Tonight had been the first time Clara had dreamed of Alistair. He was a sinister bloke but he had no reason to hurt Clara. And as far as she knew no reason to ally with Nick. But then nobody knew anything about Alistair. And after Nick had been disposed of he had mysteriously vanished. Katrina had mentioned Alistair as well. Before she’d died the seer had been about to tell Clara something about Alistair, some warning. But she’d died before she could finish. It didn’t make any sense but Clara had a very strong feeling that Alistair had gone after Nick. But there was no evidence to support her theory so she decided to keep it to herself.

  “I hope so,” Bianca said. She gave Clara reassuring smile and then wandered back to bed.

  Clara didn’t bother attempting to get back to sleep. She got showered and dressed and after a quick bite to eat she left for work. When she arrived, she headed straight for Kegan, one of her subordinates, to check on the Kayla statue. After Nick had been taken care of, they returned to the park to try to do something about the statue of the ancient which had been left there. Nick had turned Kayla to stone moments before Clara and the other supernatural people of the town had confronted him. Clara had attempted to restore her to a living and moving being, but she had failed. She’d even got the coven to help her but they still couldn’t do it. Apparently only someone of equal power to Nick, or greater, would be able to achieve it. Not wanting to leave a powerful being in the middle of a park, Phil had instructed the team to bring it to the office, but they were unable to move it — even with vampiric strength. They’d settled for placing cameras in the park so they could monitor the statue remotely. If anything happened they would get down there and deal with it. So far nothing had happened.

  “Any change?” she asked.

  “Nope. Still as a statue,” Kegan muttered drowsily. Nobody liked being put on statue-watch but Kegan seemed to like it least of all. He preferred more active responsibilities. Clara could relate to that. Unfortunately, since the Thirteen was taken care of, and the town’s factions were at peace, there were no active duties to do. SIT was on a semi-vacation. Just waiting for instructions from Thames House about what to do with the prisoners upstairs.

  “Clara. A word,” Phil said, poking his head through his office door.

  “Keep watching,” Clara told Kegan, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

  “Like I’ve got a choice,” he grumbled.

  Clara wasn’t surprised to find Sidney in Phil’s office. He was sitting in a chair to the side of Phil’s desk. Phil closed the door behind Clara and then returned to his seat behind his desk.

  “Let’s get straight to it,” Phil said. Very business like; he was like William in that respect. Years of working under him had probably had that effect. “I’d like to offer you a promotion. Deputy director.” His words nearly knocked Clara over. She lowered herself into the vacant chair.

  “Me?” Clara asked. Jamal had been the deputy until they’d discovered that he was a mole for Nick. The job was vacant but she was hardly the best candidate for the promotion. “Surely Cassie or Zander would be better? They’ve been here longer than I have.”

  “Those were my thoughts on the matter,” Phil said. “Sidney had other ideas,” he added, begrudgingly.

  “You may not be the longest serving member of the team but you have achieved more than any other. Including Director Gatling.” He gave Phil a look that was met with a hard glare. “You discovered a mole who had been infiltrating this team undetected for eight years.”

  “After sleeping with him for several weeks,” Phil added snarkily. Clara cheeks reddened. She knew he was unhappy but there was no need for that comment.

  Sidney went on regardless. “You brought the tow
n’s factions together against a common enemy, and led the team in an operation that resulted in the incarceration of every member of the Thirteen. I think that makes you the most suited for this promotion and I see even more promotions ahead of you if you continue to perform as well as you have so far.”

  “Don’t mistake me, Clara,” Phil said, his expression softening a little. “I acknowledge everything you’ve done and I admire your achievements. You are invaluable to this team. But you don’t have the experience to be second-in-command. You haven’t even been on the team for a year yet.” Clara couldn’t deny the logic in what he was saying.

  “Who would you rather give the job to?” Clara asked more out of curiosity than anything else.

  “Cassie. She’s one of the longest serving members of the team. Zander would’ve been my first choice but his inability to go out during the day rules him out.”

  “Agent Bingwell may have the experience but she lacks ability,” Sidney said. “You have been chosen not just by me, Agent Winters, but by my superiors at Thames House. You have the faith of MI5 behind you. So what do you say?”

  She wanted to take the role, she really did. It was obviously a huge step in her career. But she couldn’t bring herself to take it without Phil’s support. She’d never be given the respect that the title deserved if her commanding officer didn’t want her in the position. “Phil, what do you think?” she asked.