The football boys had left the bottom of the staircase at least so I had a straight shot to the front door. Or so I thought. I was only part way down, Alison moaning beside me, when a crowd began to gather at the foot of the steps. One look told me what I needed to know.Werewolves. Raoul had broken his promise. Galleytrot was not going to be happy.But they didn't make a move to hurt me, just formed a half circle of solid bodyguard and wouldn't let me pass. Burdened with Alison, I knew the only choice I had to break through was to use magic. And even though the werewolves were in no way covered under coven law, I knew any aggressive act from this point would be seen as an attack.Great. Just great.I gathered my magic, letting them see the sheath of blue fire threaded through with amber and green. To their credit they didn't waver."I answer to my Mistress," Raoul said softly. Almost sadly.What was that about then?No time to think about it. The brothers clomped down the stair
I didn't think my mood could get much worse. Until I walked into the kitchen and saw the look on Mom's face. We'd been through a lot together in the last year, from risks to the coven, to the whole town even. And as much as Mom had shown cracks in her façade of perfect coven leader, even fallen apart a time or two-at times I hardly blamed her-I'd never, ever seen that level of pure terror in her before."What now?" It came out snarky, but my tone was soft. If Mom was afraid, there was reason to be afraid.Dad paced the kitchen, anger warring with anxiety written all over him. "Your Uncle Frank," he said.The door flew wide before I could say a word, as I was propelled forward further into the kitchen. Strong hands caught me, turned me around. I thought Mom looked scared.Sunny was absolutely desperate.She stepped around me, went right to Mom, vibrating with the force of her emotions."It's not true," she said. "It's not."Mom just looked up at her.Uncle Frank... oh no. No. Wa
The room was growing crowded. First a whole slew of coven members arrived, ours and theirs, faces I'd never seen before mixed with the most familiar. Quaid mentioned Odette brought family with her. I wondered where she'd been keeping them.Celeste and James arrived shortly after Erica and the Vegas. Martin and Louisa looked longingly at Quaid from time to time. They sweet couple I'd always adored had taken the ungrateful wretch in and treated him as their own after the Moromonds abandoned him. And do you think Quaid, Mr. High and Mighty Dumont had even a glance for either of them?One more item of punishment to add to his growing list. He'd pay someday.Oh, he'd pay big.In the meantime, I had Uncle Frank to worry about. Odette wouldn't let us near him, her family magic encircling him. And there was still no sign of Gram. But there were vampires. Boy, were there ever. The Dumonts only allowed Sunny and Anastasia inside. The rest of the blood clan gathered, the weight of their prese
It wasn't until Mom physically had her hands on Uncle Frank I realized how much trouble we were in. He was screaming over and over, a high-pitched keening sound into the early morning light, his body burning slowly from one side to the other. I dove for him, Mom's movement breaking my freeze.It seemed we all moved at once then, piling on top of him, the very weight of our presence smothering Odette's magic and freeing him from her grasp. The moment her shields collapsed, the lavender power dissolving away with a sigh, a black cloud of energy enveloped Uncle Frank, blocking his undead body from the sun.I had no idea how much damage was done. He had stopped his unearthly shrieking at least, though I wondered if he still burned and smoldered inside the curtain of darkness.Mom was sobbing, but in control of herself, as if her tears and her actions were completely unconnected. She carefully lifted the shrouded form of my uncle with her magic, floating him toward the parking lot and ou
I wasn't allowed to sit in on the conversation with Mia's adopted dad and, quite frankly, I didn't want to. My stomach ached in fear for her mother. It had been a full day since she'd been here, asking about Mia. She'd been missing ever since. And while I didn't know her all that well, I still liked her. Her obvious love for her daughter was clear every time we talked.Instead I sat at the top of the stairs with Sassafras in my lap and Galleytrot lying beside me as I told them everything.Jerry Hammond didn't stay long. I returned to the kitchen with Sassy in my arms, Galleytrot padding along beside me, the moment I heard his engine start and his car peel away. I found Dad hugging Mom, his cheek pressed to her forehead. They spotted me at the same time and both opened their hug to include me.I'm not ashamed to say I needed it just then. I set Sassy on the table and went to them."Mom," I said softly into her hair, her familiar smell of lilacs making me want to cry, "can we help hi
My room was stifling, but it seemed like the only place in the house I could go to be alone. I shut the door on Sassafras and Galleytrot, not sure I could handle being around anyone until I calmed down.If it had just been Alison and her horrible mother, maybe I wouldn't have been so worked up. But backed by Uncle Frank's condition and the fact we still had to face the Dumonts in a few hours, I needed time to clear my head and screw it back on straight.If that was even possible.Gram scared me a little in the kitchen. Her hate was so powerful it colored my emotions, I was sure of it. How much of my own anger was hers? And did I give a crap enough to put an end to it? I could think of nothing more satisfying than taking out the entire Dumont family. And though my demon had been known to expose a violent streak in me, I didn't often wallow in the need to physically hurt others.The house fell quiet. I must have dozed off because I jerked awake just as my room was beginning to darken
My magic came to me in a rush of power, surrounding me before any of the werewolves could reach me. I sent out a pulse of energy, scattering them, keeping them as far from me as possible. Werewolf bites were contagious and there was no cure.Odette Dumont's last attempt to piss of my mother, it seemed. And my old friend had a hand in it.We'd just see about that.The werewolves gathered themselves and attacked for the second time. This round went to Shaylee. Green earth magic rippled upward through the ground, into their bodies, pulling them with such force toward the earth they howled in agony. The surge only lasted a moment, the increase of gravity just enough to make them hesitate. They paced around me, snarling and licking their muzzles, grotesquely twisted bodies, half human, half animal, fluid in motion.When they came at me for the third time I let my demon have them. Sheets of amber fire roared outward, driving them back, singeing fur and raising blisters on their skin. The
This was it. I couldn't believe she'd finally done it. Odette stood there, shaking violently, her magical mask wavering between the middle aged woman she presented to the public and the withered, furious old crone she really was. Gram was actually beaming in joy, though I knew that happiness was fed on pure revenge."Challenging another coven leader is against our laws." Mom's magic rippled around her, branches and swirls winding through her clothing, her hair. She was prepared, I could feel it, the humming connection between she and I, and the rest of the coven loud and clear.Against the law or not, she would fight. And be in the right.Odette knew it. Held back because of it. She'd spoken the words, but no action had been taken. This could still end peacefully. Probably wouldn't, but there it was.Until Gram decided to do some more prodding."You're as weak as your sister," she said with that same grin on her face, a hint of her old madness in her eyes. "I manipulated her too,