Elemental Compass (Supernatural Prison Book 7) Read online

  Elemental Compass

  Supernatural Prison #7

  Jaymin Eve

  Jaymin Eve

  ELEMENTAL COMPASS: SUPERNATURAL PRISON #7

  Copyright © Jaymin Eve 2020

  All rights reserved

  First published in 2020

  Eve, Jaymin

  Elemental Compass: Supernatural Prison #7

  No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. All characters in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Cover: Tamara Kokic

  Editing: Ocean’s Edge Editing

  Contents

  1. Jacob Compass

  2. Justice Winter

  3. Jacob Compass

  4. Justice Winter

  5. Jacob Compass

  6. Justice Winter

  7. Jacob Compass

  8. Justice Winter

  9. Jacob Compass

  10. Justice Winter

  11. Jacob Compass

  12. Justice Winter

  13. Jacob Compass

  14. Justice Winter

  15. Jacob Compass

  16. Justice Winter

  17. Jacob Compass

  18. Justice Winter

  19. Jacob Compass

  20. Justice Winter

  21. Jacob Compass

  22. Justice Winter

  23. Jacob Compass

  24. Justice Winter

  25. Jacob Compass

  26. Justice Winter

  27. Jacob Compass

  28. Justice Winter

  29. Jacob Compass

  30. Justice Winter

  31. Jacob Compass

  32. Justice Winter

  33. Jacob Compass

  34. Justice Winter

  35. Jacob Compass

  36. Justice Winter

  37. Jacob Compass

  38. Justice Winter

  39. Jacob Compass

  40. Justice Winter

  41. Jacob Compass

  42. Justice Winter

  Bonus Scene- Jessa

  Bonus Scene- Braxton

  More from the Supernatural World

  Afterword

  Also by Jaymin Eve

  For everyone in the supe pack.

  Thank you for sticking with me through so many years.

  Family always.

  1

  Jacob Compass

  “Just stay here. No one better have moved an inch by the time we return!” The guard shouted his orders as he followed the vice president into the meeting room, leaving the bulk of the security team in the hallway.

  “I’m going to kill them all,” I muttered, heat pouring off me as my elemental energy attempted to escape and fulfill my wish of mass-murder. It had been a fucking long month dealing with this shit, and every day it got harder. Harder to be away from my family and home, away from the forests of Stratford that soothed my energy.

  As I dropped back against the wall, Justice at my side, I fought the tremble in my limbs of heat burning through my veins. It was growing abundantly clear that fire had always been my strongest elemental affinity due to the bond I would one day have with my dragon. Now that we had finally merged our souls, it changed everything. When I ached to release my flames, the dragon pushed to stretch his wings. Always together, in sync, but also separate from the other.

  One truth we both shared: we hated these humans.

  “Calm down,” Justice murmured under her breath, her white teeth flashing as her lips curled.

  In the time we’d been together here, we’d actually grown closer. Close enough that she was confident in smacking me down when I lost my shit. Not that she’d ever been shy with her spitfire of a personality.

  Right now, though, I was seriously not in the mood.

  “I am calm,” I bit out.

  My fire chose that moment to call me a liar, burning hotter and stretching in slow arching swirls across my fingers to the edge of my short, bluntly cut nails.

  Justice shook her head. “Jacob, friend, I don’t mean to point out the obvious, but you can’t do that here.” She moved to try block me from sight.

  Friend. The fuck did that mean?

  There were times Justice managed to piss me off so thoroughly that it was actually impressive, and considering Jessa Lebron-Compass was my pack mate…

  I was well used to strong-willed women with stronger attitudes. They were my preference.

  But Justice was…

  Who the fuck knew?

  Small flames licked all the way over my arms and across my shoulders, and it was only through my own hard-earned control that I managed to dial it back. My perfect mask, the one that hid my emotions from the world, was cracking. It was the fey way to present a perfect, polished front. But I’d failed miserably since my dragon mating. Animals were anything but fake—they were raw and emotional and strong. Real in a way that very few beings were, be that human or supe.

  Justice pressed her hands to my chest, and if anything, that made my energy worse. “What the hell is going on with you?” she asked in a rushed whisper. “You almost let the humans see you half on fire? Where is the sophisticated smartass of a fey that I know and don’t love? You’re a lit fuse barreling toward the bomb. I keep waiting for you to explode.”

  I snorted. “Trust me, Justice, if I was going to explode, you’d know about it.”

  Thankfully, she pulled back, looking at her hands like she hadn’t even realized she’d touched me. I ran a hand through my hair, before remembering it was too short to have the same effect. All the soldiers under the president’s command had military cuts. Justice was the only one to escape this order, keeping her long, blond, streaked-with-the-ruby waves intact. Marcus, head dick measurer in this sector, had tried to get her to lose the length. He’d almost lost his head instead.

  Not from me—apparently Justice had a temper to rival my own these days.

  “You both know that bombs aren’t really the lit fuse type any longer, right?” O’Malley said from beside us, the only one close enough to overhear our conversation.

  For the most part, the humans in the presidential guard were sanctimonious assholes in love with their own importance, but Bryce O’Malley was tolerable. The Irishman didn’t put his nose where it wasn’t wanted and had no obvious biases toward the supernatural world. His dry sense of humor was a welcomed relief during the nights where poker and drinking were the norm.

  He was doing an okay job at redeeming a race I’d been starting to think might be unredeemable. Of course, that could have a lot to do with the company of humans we were keeping.

  The president, who was both stupid and afraid—a truly disastrous combination—liked his guard to be cut from the same cloth. Truth be told, I had no fucking idea what this entire situation was even about. We’d been here for a month, and in that time I hadn’t seen him once.

  Despite the fact we were with his main protection detail, he seemed to be alternating between hiding out in his office and giving speeches through their television and media networks.

  Justice and I had discussed our suspicions about his lack of action—she in particular was convinced that he was watching us and biding his time. Justice was a bit of a conspiracy theorist, citing a bunch of nefarious schemes that the president was involved in.

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p; She might be right, but considering the low-level threat humans were to supes, I wasn’t really worried. Mainly I was bored and pissed off about any of us having to be here. Thankfully we just had to get through the next two months.

  Two more months and I’d be back in Stratford with my brothers and the rest of my family, and this would be nothing more than a bad dream.

  My chest rumbled. No way would my dragon last that long without stretching his wings. We might be fairly new company to each other, but he had the same restless streak in his soul as me.

  “You need to get outside,” Justice noted, concern tingeing her tone.

  I pushed aside my internal thought processing to focus on her. “What?”

  “Nature,” she shot back. “You’re always like this when you spend extended time without connecting to the earth. You need to go out…”

  I raised my eyebrows in an attempt to hide the fact that this actually shocked me. How had she noticed an innate part of my personality like that? My quirks, the essence of my soul that made me different to others, was not a part of me that I shared with many. Justice didn’t grow up in my life, like Braxton, Maximus, Tyson, and Jessa. She didn’t experience it from when I was younger and had been more open.

  And yet she still saw.

  Maybe that was why she pissed me off. She saw too much.

  “You overstep,” I warned her, part of me wondering where the fuck my easygoing nature had gone. For weeks now I’d been a growly, grouchy bastard, and for once I lacked the control to correct it.

  Like I’d challenged her, she over-fucking-stepped right up into my face. Justice was tall for a chick, but her eyes still only leveled out on my chin. “I’m going to give you one chance to fix your fucking attitude,” she said, and I could feel her power swirling across my skin. “Or I’m going to fix it for you.”

  Bryce snorted, and when she whipped her head around to glare at him, he spent a lot of time examining a very white, very ordinary section of wall.

  “We’re due a trip home,” Justice bit out as she turned back to me. “I think we should take it, because you need … something.”

  “Yes, we are,” I agreed, almost amused now by her show of attitude. This chick fucked with my emotions like nothing I’d ever experienced. “At this stage though, I figure we just ride out the next two months and get it over with. Stratford is running fine with my brothers in charge.”

  Her jaw ticced, face still and expressionless. I didn’t move as she leaned in even closer to me, her voice so low that not even Bryce would hear her. “He’s not going to easily let us leave. I think we should try to take a trip home to test the waters.”

  Our eyes locked. I was close enough to see every pigment in her piercing ruby eyes. When I’d first met her, she’d had eyes of emerald green, so bright it almost hurt to look at them. Since her ascension to her jeweled princess status, though, they’d changed. Now pink blended to violet—the oddest of colors and yet it suited the dark tones of her skin so well.

  One undeniable truth about Justice: she was without a doubt the most uniquely stunning woman I had ever seen. About knocked me on my ass the first time we locked eyes.

  Then she opened her mouth and … well, that was another story.

  “What evidence do you have that the president won’t let us leave? He’s basically ignored us up to this point.” I pressed closer, inhaling her lavender scent. My body reacted because it always did around this fey, but I never let it go further.

  We were pack, and for the first time had almost learned to tolerate each other. It would be very awkward once whatever this attraction was between us ran its course. I would not give in to those instincts.

  No matter how tempting.

  She shook her head. “How about the fact I’m not an overconfident fuck-boy that’s used to being the most powerful person in a room and never fears anything.” Insults didn’t generally bother me, but for some reason I wanted to correct her on the fuck-boy thing. I had never made it a sport to jump between multiple partners as most supes did.

  Her finger jabbed close to my chest. “Or, maybe, it’s that in my short life I’ve been sold and bartered between powerful men and know exactly how they think. They never let go once they get what they want. Never. We’re just squirming deeper into his trap, and you’re too arrogant to even see it.”

  For a split-second, flames blazed across my skin, larger than before, lighting up the hall in an impressive display of elemental power. The humans turned to figure out what had caused the burst of heat; a few highly trained ones had guns in their hands, anticipating an attack. With their slower human reflexes, though, I’d already contained myself by the time they faced me, and there was no evidence remaining of my loss of control.

  Glares were leveled on us though, and with a rumble rocking my chest, I stepped in front of Justice.

  “Turn the fuck around. Now,” I said to the humans, my voice low. This was their only warning, and thankfully they all listened.

  I couldn’t scent emotions like my brothers, especially Braxton, but I felt their fear. We’d lived and walked amongst them for a month, and still we were feared.

  Something I was more than okay with. Fear was not respect, but in this situation, it was close enough.

  2

  Justice Winter

  I rarely recalled seeing Jacob Compass lose his shit. He was always so contained. To the point where I felt inadequate around him, and to make myself feel better about that, I played a game where I forced deeper emotion into every one of his minute expression changes. If it was a drinking game, I’d be stone cold sober—dude was an iceman, portraying nothing but a calm capability to the world.

  Around his pack he was the jokester, and while I liked seeing that side of him, it always rang as a bit of a front. What he was hiding, though, I hadn’t had a chance to discover. All he gave me were these brief moments; moments of fire; moments of shadow; moments of passion. Not enough for a full picture, just enough to intrigue me.

  So when flames had just raged across his perfect features, it took me by surprise. I’d hidden that under an act of annoyance, because I didn’t want him to know how he made me feel. All the long nights talking, having each other’s back, being here together, it was morphing our relationship.

  He stirred things inside of me that I didn’t want to examine. Like the way he’d stepped in front, shielding me from the guards around us. He was protective, almost instinctively, and I honestly didn’t know what to think of it.

  No one had ever protected me, and over the years I’d learned to rely on me, myself, and I. Jacob messed with the status quo, and sometimes that made me hate him a little.

  “What was that fire about?” I asked, forcing myself to remain calm.

  His eyes were restless, a window to the wild inside. The green was a field of grass, except those times when it darkened to a moss. That color meant shit was about to get real.

  Yeah, I had spent far too long trying to work out what was going on inside of Jacob Compass.

  “Bartered?” he finally bit out. No matter how gruff he was, the musical nature of his tone was unique and distinct. “You were bartered by men?”

  It took a second for me to realize what part of my previous sentence bothered him. The part that bothered me too. As my chest grew tight, I drew on my false bravado and devil-may-care attitude.

  “Yep, more than once. You recall where Mischa found me, right?” He gave a stiff nod. “Well, that wasn’t the first time I’d been caged.” I shrugged, when really what I wanted to do was bleach my brain and dissolve those memories. If only there was such an option.

  Truth be told, having my blood stolen by that sorcerer wasn’t even the worst experience I’d had. No one knew the whole truth of my past.

  If Jacob had known, he might have put more stock into my warning about the president.

  I had seen evil. Up close and personal.

  This president, he was definitely lighting up all of my radars. We were going to
see his true colors very soon.

  Before Jacob could answer, the door we were waiting near opened and out stepped Donnie Marcal, the vice president we’d been trailing for the past few days. He looked to be a few years younger than the president: a fit fifty-year-old with dyed brown hair, thin rimmed glasses, and light brown skin. He gave me no vibes at all, being sort of a nothing in personality, better at following orders than giving them.

  No doubt President Caine chose him for that very reason.

  When the VP strode along the hall chatting away to his assistant, the human guards jumped into action. Some of them spanned out in front, some shadowed from behind, and Jacob and I just cruised along at the back of the group, bored but there, as per orders.

  “Group B, you’re relieved for the rest of the night,” Marcus said, the leader and head asshole of this group.

  I still hadn’t forgotten—or forgiven—his attitude the first day we met, turning his nose down at me just because I was a woman. Misogynistic dickwad. It wasn’t like I asked to be here; I was hand-selected by his damn boss, and outside of starting a war, I had no choice but to comply. A fact that none of them remembered or gave a shit about. Typical.