Immortal Awakening: Immortal Heart by Magen McMinimy Read Free Book Online

Uriah agreed.
    Izzy blew out a deep breath and cleared her mind. She searched for the part of her that was filled with Makyle’s magic, with his essence. Calm fell over her as his power flowed and sparked in her veins.
    Next, she called on Makyle himself. She pulled up all the memories that sat so readily in her mind. The twinkle in his diamond eyes the first time he saw her use magic, the sardonic smile he would bestow upon her as she eagerly questioned him about the world he brought her into. She remembered the fierce way he fought for Makiah and the warriors, the way his wings looked like armor, and how his body moved in flight. The way his muscles looked like liquid grace as he fought. She recalled everything that made Makyle the demi-god he was.
    Finally, she remembered the pure love she felt when he hugged her and told her he was proud of her. With all those things ready to lead her to where she needed to be, she searched for Holly’s magic and let it take her and the warriors deep into the dark domain of the Underworld.
    Heat was the first thing she felt after being lost in the abyss of flashing. The next was the embrace of strong arms as they pulled her from wherever they had landed.
    “Come on, sweetheart, wake up.” Bain ran his fingers gently over her cheek. Encouraging her to open her beautiful eyes.
    “Is she all right?” Kale asked.
    “Yeah, she’s coming around.”
    “Oh, son of a bitch,” she murmured. “I fucking hate flashing.”
    Uriah chuckled. “She really is spending too much time with you, Bain.”
    “Not possible,” Bain argued with an arched brow that dared Uriah to suggest something so ludicrous once more.
    “It’s not just Bain’s fault… you all have mouths like sailors,” she groaned, as she cracked open her eyes and sat up.
    “Holy crap, it worked?” Izzy took in the dark sand she sat upon and the river of fire that flowed in mesmerizing elegance, snaking through the terrain. Thick, black silhouettes stood in the distance, lit by the heated glow of the river. Izzy’s gaze lifted to Kale, who stood in guard stance but seemed less than aware of anything around him.
    “Think he just found his next tattoo?” Izzy asked, as Bain helped her to her feet.
    Bain studied the youngest warrior for a brief minute. “That, or he thinks he’s fallen into a wet dream.”
    Izzy and Uriah both shook their heads at him as Kale chuckled. “Kat is all the wet dream I need. Besides, big man, you don’t want to know about the things that used to get me off in my sleep.”
    He grinned and winked at Izzy. Bain growled, narrowing his violet eyes.
    “Oh gross, Kale.” Izzy brushed the sand from her pants and pushed past the warriors to get a better look at the legendary river.
    Bain grinned. “You’re just not her type.”
    “Ah, but in my drea—” Kale was cut off by a solid shove to the side of his head.
    “Do not finish that sentence,” Bain warned.
    Kale laughed as Uriah broke into their banter. “Time to focus, gentlemen.”
    Izzy scoffed. “ Gentlemen? Uriah, you are so kind with your words; right now, they are both being jackasses.”
    Bain ran up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist, and lifted them into the sky. Izzy yelped and spun to slap his chest as soon as they landed on the other side of the river.
    “Jackass.”
    Bain chuckled and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “But I am your jackass, sweetheart.”
    Izzy sighed. Yes, he was her jackass, her love, and she couldn’t imagine him being any different. Uriah and Kale landed next to them. Both pulled their wings back as soon as their booted feet hit the black sand. They all wore black pants loaded down with weapons, black T-shirts, and black hooded sweatshirts to hide their features. In the dead of night in the Underworld, surrounded by so much darkness, they were easily hidden among the landscape.
    Kale lifted his chin towards the mass of trees about a mile from them. “That’s Kore.” He smiled at