Burned

who had spoken to me.
    “Brighid! I need my strength back!”
    The redhead materialized before me. She looked like a Goddess herself, all fiery and tall, full of power and confidence that I didn’t have.
    “No,” I corrected myself out loud. “The power and confidence are mine. I just lost them for a while.”
    “Ready to accept them back?” she said, familiar eyes meeting mine.
    “I am.”
    “Well, it’s about time.” She stepped forward and put her arms around me, pulling me close to her in an embrace that was as strong as it was intimate. My arms closed around her, and with that acceptance she dissolved against my skin, and I was filled with a surge of heat that was power—pure power.
    “One down,” I muttered. “Get your butt in gear, girl.”
    I spread my arms again. This time my feet stayed planted firmly on the earth and the desire to move, search, flee, flowed over and past me, harmless as spring rain.
    “I need my joy back!”
    My nine-year-old self didn’t materialize. She bounded from the grove. Giggling, she hurled herself into my arms. I caught her, and, as she yelled, “Yippee!” she soaked into my soul.
    Laughing, I spread my arms again. Joy and strength allowed me to accept the last of my missing soul—compassion.
    “A-ya, I need you back, too,” I called into the grove.
    The Cherokee maid stepped gracefully from the tree line. “
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, sister, I am glad to hear you call my name.
    “Yeah, well, I can honestly say I’m glad to have you as part of me. I accept you, A-ya. Totally. Will you come back?”
    “I’ve been here all along. All you had to do was ask.”
    I met her halfway and hugged her hard, bringing her back to me, and in turn, bringing myself back.
    “Now, let’s see who’s a weak little girl,” I said, hurrying back to Kalona’s arena.
    I stepped to the edge and looked down. Stark was on his knees again. The sight of him squeezed my heart. My Guardian lookedawful. His lips were swollen and split wide in a bunch of places. His nose had been smashed crooked and was oozing blood. His left shoulder was a shapeless, dislocated mess, leaving his arm dangling limply at his side. The beautiful sword was lying on the ground, just out of his reach. I could see that the bones of one foot and a kneecap had been shattered, but still Stark struggled along on the ground at Kalona’s feet, hopelessly trying to move closer toward his claymore.
    Kalona was hefting his spear as if he was testing the balance of it and studied Stark. “A broken Guardian for a shattered girl. It seems you two fit better together now,” he said.
    And that seriously pissed me off.
    “You have no idea how tired I am of your crap, Kalona,” I said.
    Both of their heads snapped up. I didn’t look away from Kalona, but I could feel Stark’s grin.
    “Go back to the grove, Zoey,” Kalona said. “It is better for you there.”
    “You know what I really hate? Guys trying to tell me what to do.”
    “Yep, my queen, that’s what Heath said.” The grin was in Stark’s voice now, and I had to look at him.
    I met his battered gaze, and the pride in me I saw reflected there made my eyes fill with tears. “My Warrior . . .” I whispered to him.
    That one instant—my one small mistake—was enough for Kalona. I heard him say, “You should have chosen to return to the grove.” I saw Stark’s eyes widen, and as my gaze flew back to the immortal, Kalona spun around, his right arm stretched back like an ancient warrior god. He released the spear with a burst of strength and speed that I knew I couldn’t—
    “No!” I screamed. “Come to me, air!” I leaped into the arena, trusting the element to cushion me, but even as I felt the current catch me, I saw it was too late.
    Kalona’s spear struck Stark in the middle of his chest. It traveled through his body, the barbs in the spear shank catching his rib cage and hurling him backward with such momentum that he was impaled against the far wall of the arena with sickening force.
    My feet touched the ground, and I was already running to Stark. I reached him, and his gaze met mine. He was still alive!
    “Don’t die! Don’t die! I can fix this. I have to be able to fix this.”
    Unbelievably, he smiled. “That’s right. My queen won’t let anything shatter her again. Collect your debt, and let’s go home.”
    Stark closed his eyes and, with a smile on his broken lips, I watched his body convulse once. Bloody air bubbles foamed around the