Nova: Daughters of Darkness by A.J. Kane Read Free Book Online

for what she assumed to be the last time. "What do you want me to do?"
    Drake held out his hand, "just come with me."
    Nova realized there was nothing else she could do. She placed her hand in his and felt the jolt of electricity run up her arm and then she was standing in the middle of a room similar to the one she had seen Drake in before. "So, what do you plan to do with me, keep me prisoner until you have successfully destroyed the world and everyone in it?"
    Drake looked at her with a blank expression. "I have no plan, Nova, at least not one that includes you." With that, he turned and walked out of the room locking the door behind him.
    Nova laughed. Seriously? He thought a lock could hold her? Walking up to the door, she intended to blast it down and get some answers, but when she touched it, she was thrown back from the force of an electric shock. Clever son of a bitch isn't he? She stood, looking around her, noticing the set up was the same as Drake's room. In the middle of the room sat a gigantic plush bed with a red silk comforter on it and black and red pillows lined the headboard. The stone walls had wrought iron sconces that held candles, which afforded the soft lighting in the room. The bathroom, she could see, was all done in an azure marble with pewter fixtures. She looked at all this dispassionately, unable to see the beauty in the room that was now her prison.
     
    Kyna finished her tale, and both men sat there stunned with what she had just said. "That's na possible. Why would our great creator give Nova such a terrible fate?" Decklin asked.
    "You see, it's not as terrible as you think. Nova is meant to destroy him but not in the way that you have assumed for so long."
    Decklin contemplated that for a moment, then continued. "And ye can freeze your sisters powers, ye say?"
    Casting her eyes down, uncomfortable with the new revelation, she shrugged. "Yeah...I guess. That was the first time. I saw it in my vision and I just had to think about stopping Branna's powers when I grabbed her and it happened."
    Branna came down the stairs dressed in all black with her weapons strapped to her back and a pack slung over her shoulder. Rían jumped up from the sofa where he had been sitting with Kyna, not sure why he was embarrassed to have been caught there. Branna gave him one quick critical glance before heading for the front door.
    "Where is it that you are going Branna?" Rían asked.
    "Nowhere that you should concern yourself with, fairy boy, so back off."
    "Branna! Ye need to stop with the smart mouth and come figure out a way to help yer sister. Being a vigilante will not help." Granda said sternly.
    "Vigilante? What about the help I could have given her right here! But she somehow held my powers just out of my reach and let Nova be taken by that damn monster!" Branna raged.
    "Enough!" Kyna countered just as heatedly. "I did what I had to do to keep us alive. If we had interfered he would have killed you right there. That was what he had come to do in the first place; he had come to kill us all, but then he saw Nova and he couldn't. He couldn't do the one thing he knew would destroy her completely, so we had to let her go. I told you, it was the only way." She rubbed her hands down her face, the heat having gone out of her, and slumped back onto the couch. "Look, I know you hate me, and I am sorry, sorrier than you will ever know, but I couldn't allow him to have both of my sisters. Bran," Kyna reverted to her childhood nick name, "I can't lose you both; I wouldn't survive it." At this point, Kyna was openly crying and Branna was standing there stunned.
    "Why didn't you tell us? Warn us? If you knew all of this ahead of time?"
    "You know how this works, I can only reveal what needs revealing and nothing more. I am not meant to mess with the balance. Even so, if I thought he intended on killing her, I wouldn't have allowed him to take her. We would have all died fighting here today. But I know what he doesn't, or