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    Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5): Fated Touch, #5
    Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5): Fated Touch, #5
    Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5): Fated Touch, #5
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    Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5): Fated Touch, #5

    By Mac Flynn

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    The second novel in the three-part Angel Fable arc.

    Caius is gone, captured by the Blue Binds and taken to the secretive citadel of Casglade. Jane and her friends will stop at nothing to rescue him from that prison where no one has ever escaped and where only rumors can tell them about what lies behind the stone walls of that fortress.

    Love and persistence won't let Jane shy away from the unknown, and so they travel to the Blakishain Forest wherein lies the citadel. The companions find themselves confronted with dark secrets of suspicion, paranoia, and a terrible curse on all the inmates that brings Jane to doubt their journey. Hope, however, lingers on and as they fall deeper into the mysteries that pervade the prison they learn of their true enemy and the reason for their coming to the fortress.

    Unfortunately, getting inside was the easy part. Escaping will test the strength of their bonds as they confront the source of the evil that surrounds the citadel.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Moon Studios, Inc.
    Release dateSep 24, 2019
    ISBN9781393583646
    Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5): Fated Touch, #5
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    Mac Flynn

    A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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      Prison Break (Fated Touch Book 5) - Mac Flynn

      1

      Rain.

      It fell like teardrops from the dark sky and landed heavily on the hood of my cloak. I raised my head and let the cool water sprinkle over my face. The touch was both gentle and harsh, like my memories of him.

      You’ll catch your death of cold doing that, my grandfather scolded me.

      And Caius wouldn’t want you to do that, Bee added as she wrapped my cloak closer about my person.

      I smiled at my grandparents. They’d been so gentle with me since the end of the festival. Since Caius was taken from me.

      How much farther do we have to go? I asked my grandfather.

      Sage turned his head to the right at the road ahead of us. We all sat in the back of a rambling cart with Bee at my side and my grandfather opposite where we sat with Alex the lumina beside him. Ahead of us was the driver with his wet, plodding donager pulling us down the muddy road. The donkey-like creature’s long mane clung to either side of its neck like snakes looking for refuge against the ceaseless rain.

      I believe we’ll be there before nightfall, Sage guessed.

      I glanced up at the sky again. The clouds were as dark as night and not a glimmer of sun was to be seen. So what time is it now?

      A little past two, if my reckoning is on, he told me.

      I sighed and shifted atop the wooden bench. Another couple of hours, and then-well, and then I wasn’t sure what would happen.

      Have you thought of a plan to get him out of there? Bee asked my grandfather, speaking aloud the words I dared not utter.

      He cupped his chin in his hands and furrowed his bushy eyebrows. I’m afraid I haven’t. No one has ever escaped from Casglade Citadel, after all, and I for one have never tried to enter it. A sly smile slipped onto his lips. Though the invitation has been presented to me several times by some over-exuberant Blue Binds.

      My shoulders slumped and I hung my head. So we really don’t know what we’re up against. . .

      Gad will guide our actions, Alex spoke up.

      Sage glanced at him and gave a harrumph. I wish Gad would provide a map ahead of time instead of claiming all the credit.

      Dear, Bee warned him with a wag of her finger.

      Sage crossed his arms over his chest and slumped in his seat. I can hardly be expected to be tolerant so quickly. It has been only a week, after all.

      Only a week? I wondered to myself. I reached into my soft cloak, a gift from our friends Abel and Clara, and brushed my fingers against the leather glove tied to my waist. It was Caius’ leather glove, the one Parnax, the Blue Bind leader, had tossed at me.

      I looked on either side of the road. Tall woods rose up and covered us with their thick canopy. The rain dropped onto their needle branches and bent them low until they dripped onto the root-covered ground. Countless roots climbed over one another, and their thickness bore the weight of the thick trunks of those ancient plants.

      A cold breeze wafted through us and chilled my cold body. I took a deep, shuddering breath. The air was thick with some ancient magic I couldn’t place, almost like a perfume so thick you could see it and so old you dared not make it angry.

      I turned to my grandfather. Can forests be alive?

      A small smile appeared on his lips. You’re referring to the air, aren’t you? I nodded. He tilted his head back and inspected the thick limbs above us. This is a rather ancient forest. I don’t recall ever seeing so much as a stump as evidence that mortals had taken its wood. Stories have been told about this hoary place, stories far older than maybe even the flying cities, about shadows and creatures of darkness. They’re said to be the ones who give life to the air and who hide the sun for all time.

      I blinked at him. You mean it’s never sunny here?

      He closed his eyes and shook his head. Never. The clouds are in perpetual residence.

      Can’t you make them go away? I asked him.

      He opened his eyes and smiled. The Blakishain Forest has a magic far older and more powerful than any sage, even a cardinali such as I, possess.

      Bee leaned forward and set her hand on one of Alex’s knees. Perhaps Mr. Angel can tell us how old the forest is.

      Alex shook his head. I never watched the trees grow. My business was always with the humans and those like them.

      So did you perform miracles like when you brought me back to life? I wondered.

      You are the first mortal I ever resurrected, he revealed. As for my other duties, miracles were one of them. However- He turned his face away from us. I would rather not discuss the finer details.

      It would hardly matter, anyway, Sage mused as he looked around us. Our foes are creatures of this world, and unfortunately we’re heading into their territory.

      So what is this citadel like? I inquired.

      Sage furrowed his brow. If my memory serves me and the stories were true, the citadel is a massive stone fortress built when a shifter clan sought to conquer the forest. They lost, as evidenced by their no longer being in this area, or even in existence, and the fortress was acquired by the library system a thousand years ago. They’ve only ever used it as a prison, but what they do with the prisoners inside those stone walls no one knows. Even the guards are likely to live out their days there, or are sent to the far reaches of the world with a bar of flameral in their pocket and a threat over their heads to never speak of what they saw.

      So why can’t we just blast through the walls and get him out like that? I wondered.

      A dispel spell has no doubt been cast around the citadel along with any myriad of magic to keep out unwanted individuals, he mused as he swept his eyes over the trees. And then there’s the Blakishain. If I were to bet my medallion, I’d say foreign magic isn’t appreciated by the native folk of the shadows.

      I leaned against the side of the cart and wrapped my arms around myself. So we can’t use mortal magic. I glanced at Alex. Could you get us in with your deity powers?

      That’s daiad, Sage corrected me.

      Could that get us in there and out? I persisted.

      Alex shook his head. I cannot interfere too greatly in the lives of mortals.

      And yet you’re here, Sage mused.

      As I said before, I owe you a debt for saving the festival, Alex reminded him.

      Sage tilted his head to one side and studied his face. And?

      Alex arched an eyebrow. And what?

      I don’t think a lumina of Gad would be tagging along to a remote prison just to return a favor, Sage commented as he met the impassive gaze of the angel. You’re sure you aren’t here for another reason? Perhaps one associated with your original mission?

      Alex pursed his lips and turned his face away. I frowned and leaned toward him. You still don’t think that’s done, do you? Because you couldn’t find what those guys had to do with that Atroxilla god?

      Alex sighed and returned his gaze to my companions and me. There may be something to your friend being taken and the god.

      Because of the timing? Sage guessed.

      Alex nodded. Yes, and Gad told me to remain with you. He would only send me where my mission wills it.

      Sage chuckled. Quite a deus ex machina, this Gad. How does He believe our friend being taken away and His foes at the festival are connected?

      Our angel shook his head. He doesn’t tell me so much in words, only that it must be true, and so I will help you however I can.

      Because it’s part of your mission, I added, and he nodded. So do you ever get a day off?

      He blinked at me. A day off? What would it be off of?

      I snorted. I meant a vacation. Like some time to be away from all this angel-um, lumina business.

      Alex shook his head. No. We lumina are bound to Gad’s bidding, and remain in His service until we return to him. Nothing else matters.

      I winced. That doesn’t sound like much of a life.

      I imagine living means very little to an immortal, Sage mused as he looked ahead of us. But it seems we are nearing our destination.

      I followed his gaze and saw that the road dipped down into a large hollow that covered some two hundred acres of ground. A band of open ground surrounded a large patch of trees, and though those plants were lower than the trees that surrounded us they still towered over the ancient wood through which we passed like giants among mice.

      The road led down to an arch made of stone, but our driver pulled up at the peak and turned his head to us. This is as far as I go. Any farther and I’ll be joining those poor creatures in there.

      We climbed out and Sage pulled out a gelder which he handed to the grizzled man. A thousand thanks for the ride.

      The man gleefully took the coin and bowed his head. And to you for your generosity, sir!

      I walked to the edge and squinted at the clump of trees. I don’t see a fortress.

      It’s there, all right, our driver assured us as he turned the cart around. And Gad protect you should you go inside there! Ha! The donager gave a sort of whinny and whine before it clumped off into the darkness.

      We were on our own now before the unknown, and a slight shiver ran down my spine. At the slight quiver Caius’ leather glove brushed up against my hip. I steeled myself and turned to face whatever dangers lay ahead.

      Like hell I was going to let the Blue Binds keep my husband.

      2

      Our dismal destination took us further down the winding dirt path. The road turned a sharp corner and some hundred yards further down the woods parted. We reached the opening and paused to view the beautifully dark scene before us.

      The woods still thickly covered the entire area, but within those plant confines was a round island nestled in a large depression. The algae-covered marshland that surrounded the island covered its gently-sloped borders with tall grass that hid the soft edges. The waters were filled with lily pads and fallen trees that rotted in the dark waters. Pockets of land existed among the reeds and tall water grass, and they appeared like sentinels standing guard around the island.

      The mist was thicker over the island than anywhere else, though I could still see the trees through the white blanket, and through that fog I glimpsed a dark shape on the island a mile inland. It was like the outline of a giant beast that slumbered, waiting for us to awaken it with our intrusion. The shadow was accessed via a narrow causeway over the water, that dark pool that lapped against the edges as though trying to tear away any vestiges of civilization.

      A chill ran down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself and turned my face away. My eyes fell on an open spot in the forest where a tree had fallen into its lower brethren. Atop the decayed log stood a familiar figure, the man in black whom I had first glimpsed at Inceron.

      He was dressed in that leisurely turtleneck with the dress pants. The small smile on his pale lips bespoke some hidden secret I couldn’t even guess, but it made my blood run colder than the shadow shrouded in mist.

      I pointed at the spot so not to lose him and looked to my friends. Do you guys see- I returned my attention to the spot. My hand held steady, but my eyes found nothing. I scoured the area, but there was no man. Where the heck did he go again?

      Who are you looking for, dear? Bee asked me.

      I turned to my companions. There was that guy standing there again! The one in black!

      As I am? Alex suggested.

      I frowned at him. Yes, but it wasn’t you, it was this other pale guy.

      Sage looked to our lumina companion. A friend of yours?

      Alex shook his head. I felt no other daiadic presence.

      Nor did I feel any disturbance in magic, Sage chimed in..

      And the animals didn’t tell me about him, Bee added as she lifted an outstretched finger. A small bug with the wings of a butterfly and the body of a praying mantis landed on her digit.

      I balled my hands into fists at my sides and looked at each of them. I know I saw him.

      Perhaps you did see something, but whatever presence there was has vanished, Alex pointed out.

      Sage returned his attention to the island in the mist. And we should continue onward or night will make this place even less hospitable, though it appears we are not alone.

      The road dipped down to a wide spot in the road, and there I glimpsed the soft flicker of fire which Sage rightly recognized as company. A few figures huddled around the fire, and around them were three covered wagons. The ragged canvas and worn wood indicated that whatever was their business, it wasn’t lucrative.

      Of the six figures huddled around the fire, only one of them was female. The others were of questionable stock, more like beast than man in their rough appearances. They wore thick canvas-like attire of plain colors that had been neglected to be patched in many places and sported stains in a variety of colors and vintages. The stench that floated off of them reminded me of the bowels of hell mixed with a cow farm.

      They stood at our coming and the woman took the lead. Who are you?

      We stopped at the edge of the firelight and Sage nodded at the fire. Might a weary traveler rest by your fire?

      They might, but for a fee and an explanation, she countered.

      Sage drew out our purse. I can give you the first, but perhaps not the second.

      Her shining eyes fell on the purse and she nodded. The first will be enough.

      Only if it’s split, little missy, one of the men spoke up.

      She flashed him a scowl. Who was it who paid for the kindling when nothing in this forest will burn, Brutus?

      He frowned, but lumbered off. The other five followed him. We took our seats in their stead, though I wasn’t glad to smell that their scent lingered.

      Sage passed a few geld to our new acquaintance and they both sat down. What brings a merchant so far out here? he asked her.

      That would cost you more than what you gave, she told him.

      He fished out another coin and tossed it at her. She caught it with eagerness and pocketed the money. I suppose I don’t have to tell you that Casglade Citadel lies further down this road.

      That is our destination, Sage revealed.

      She snorted. "Then you’re either a fool or know something I don’t. Either way, it doesn’t matter to me. I just handle the food shipments. They can’t grow much in this worthless soil, and

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