Lunch. I was dreading it. Until I approached the doorway and found Liam standing to one side. He didn't see me at first, back against the wall with his hands in his pockets. I watched him as he watched everyone else, that same gentle look on his face. Not an act, then, a show for my benefit. He genuinely was just a really good person.Which made me feel terrible. How far had the gay rumor gone? I was pretty sure Liam wouldn't care what other people thought of him, but I felt like I was part of the rumor mill just by association.I glanced over my shoulder as I approached him. Ms. Spaft hovered at the end of the hall, her evil eye scanning each kid as they passed, though for some reason I felt again like she'd singled me out. Maybe me being the first to pass her little test the other day was a bad thing, made me target zero.Whatever. I smiled at Liam as he glanced up and saw me, a slow grin making me feel welcome."Your table is full." I didn't even have to look inside to know Page
Liam led me into the second floor library with a huge smile on his face. Now that I wasn't acting all weird and freaked out, he seemed to genuinely enjoy being there.I'd managed to shove down my worry, hide it behind a smile and a veil of normal, but inside my mind churned. I barely registered the old carved bookcases at the front of the room, the heavy wooden desk or the vaulted ceilings painted with murals of beautiful people in old-fashioned clothing. Until I realized those murals were yet another hint, another depiction not of humans, mortals. Those paintings were of the Sidhe, no question.Who built this place, and why the connection to the fairy folk? My feelings about Wilding Springs weren't just my imagination after all, though I wasn't sure I was happy to be right about it.I looked back toward the library's front desk just in time to spot the tall, stunningly gorgeous man who stepped out from behind it, a warm and yet oddly repellant smile on his face. Shaylee quivered at
I gathered up my notes and stuffed them into my backpack, eyes and hand tired from writing, but mind a whole lot wiser. Everything I'd read told me Liam and his family were the corner stone of this place, and if I wanted to get to the bottom of the dream and Shaylee's anxiety I had to talk to him and hopefully his grandfather.I'd almost forgotten the new librarian until Shaylee jabbed me on the way out with a shot of pure fear. A hand fell on my arm, his touch giving her the willies even through the fabric of my jacket. I glanced up and into those green eyes, though this time I knew for certain he recognized the Sidhe inside me."I'm surprised to find you here, Your Highness," Venner said softly, long, silky black hair falling over one shoulder as he leaned down to speak to me. "But I am pleased to know your spirit has finally found a new home."Shaylee trembled inside me, forcing me to pull free of his grip though I still had no real idea why she despised and feared him so much. A
I headed straight for home after my little encounter, mind running with possibilities. Shaylee seemed tired, unwilling to communicate any further. Maybe she was just frustrated or maybe Venner was right-her power was diminished being in a mortal body. Whatever the case, I was left with my fuming demon for company and she wasn't helping any.The house was quiet when I arrived, but I heard the sounds of giggling the moment I set foot on the top of stairs. The bathroom door gaped wide, light blazing. I glanced inside, scowling over the scattered makeup and general mess covering the countertop.Whatever. Meira could clean up this disaster herself. I wasn't taking her crap on anymore.I knocked on her door, annoyance making me tense. The voices inside fell silent and no one answered. My eye roll was a classic."Meira," I snapped, "it's not like I don't know you're in there." Her glowing amber magic was muted, but easily detectable. My demon snorted over her attempt to hide while I gritt
Alison was waiting for me when I arrived at Johnny's. I saw her standing by the door, bouncing impatiently on her toes as she stood there, alone. As soon as she spotted me she began to wave, jerking little motions with her hand, a wide smile plastered on her desperate face. My heart, already softening, cracked open and forgave her.She rushed forward the second I parked, wrapping her arms around me, hugging me so tightly I could feel every bone in her ribcage. Alison was always thin, but how did I miss she was turning into a skeleton?"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," endlessly, on and on, whispered into my ear until I pushed her gently away and tried a smile.Succeeded. "Al," I said. "It's okay."She shook her head, ponytail swinging wildly, tears standing in her blue eyes. "It's not," she said. "I should never have doubted you. I know better." She shifted from one foot to the other, hands winding together as if to keep from latching onto me again. "You're my best frie
I tried checking in on Dad, but he had the basement door warded. Part of me was pissed he wasn't paying attention when Celeste broke in, but the other half was grateful. It was probably those very wards which would have kept her from doing what she was trying to if I hadn't arrived home.That thought made me pause at the bottom of the first floor stairs. What if she wasn't heading for the basement? But if not, what was she after? I pondered the question all the way to my room. A brief touch behind Meira's door told me she was sleeping. At least I didn't have her to deal with tonight.There was still no Galleytrot waiting for me and nor could I reach him.I sat down at my computer and checked for messages. And no Quaid either. Great, it seemed everyone was ignoring me. Sassy lay curled up on the bed sleeping, so I let him, sliding under the covers myself.***The hum drives me to my knees, shaking my soul as the pounding footsteps draw closer. I lift my eyes, looking up at the Gate
I was a total idiot. So wrapped up in the O'Dane family tree I failed to consider the trap I headed for as I exited the library and down the hall to History.Late.She waited for me, right outside the door, a vulture hovering around a not quite dead carcass, lurking for the chance to feed. My death knell tolled the moment I looked up and into her glittering black eyes.They were full of triumph and more than a little smugness. Ms. Spaft didn't speak, just handed me the slip of pink paper before spinning on her heel and striding away.I considered crumpling it up and firing it at the back of her head, but I knew my demon would be tempted to add some power behind it and I would have no way to explain why she was suddenly unconscious from the blow of a paper ball.Stomping my way to class, I also considered skipping detention. But by the time History was wrapping up I knew I couldn't do it. Spaft would make my life even more miserable. I'd just have to do my time, take my punishment
My temper cooled a bit on the drive home, but I was still worked up enough I was happy the house was empty. At least I wouldn't have to inflict the rage still bouncing around inside me on my family.The anger I felt fell away in a surge of relief as I trudged into my bedroom and almost tripped over Galleytrot. Shaylee reached for him instantly, breaking through the static of my anger enough I realized I'd missed feeling him because of it.He swiped his tongue over my cheek as I hugged him. "I'm so glad you're back." Tears welled in my eyes, cracks forming in the veneer of control I'd managed to maintain. "Are you okay?"Galleytrot shook his heavy mane and growled soft assent. "I'm sorry to keep you out of the loop," he rumbled. I'd missed the elemental sound of his voice. "But I have a great deal to tell you.""Me too, but you first." I sat on the end of my bed, happy to finally be finding some answers. Who needed Liam and his rude-ass mother? I had a Fey dog of the Sidhe on my sid
How was this for a happy ending?Bittersweet, this walk down the halls of the newly restored mansion. I'd been through this before, but I knew this time, I didn't have anything hanging over my head.I loved Liam. But I was finally marrying the man I was meant to be with.The pressure was off this time too, our battles won. I could enjoy my wedding without worrying about Fate or the Brotherhood or Ameline looming in the near future.Awesome.I even found Wilding Springs was fine without the influence of the Gate, just as Fergus said. That it still felt like magic. Probably a combination of the century or so of the Gate's influence deeply mired in the whole town. Not to mention the presence of the Wild Hunt still snoozing in my back yard.And the coven.I didn't worry we'd have to move anytime soon. Good thing. I kind of liked being in one place for once.Made me think of Sonja, of Liam again. His mother disappeared after the night she met Gabriel. I tried to look for her, feelin
Another mirror. Another dress. Totally different experience.I stood on what amounted to a pedestal as at least a dozen or so giggling vampires tugged, pushed and laced me into the biggest, heaviest mass of fabric and jewels I'd ever seen in my entire life. The thing weighed so much I had to have my alter egos help me carry it so it wouldn't drive me to my knees.This was the punishment I got for picking out my first wedding dress alone.This one was, at least, the pale ivory I'd requested. White would have felt disrespectful to Liam's memory. And Mom happily acquiesced before losing her freaking mind.And when I appealed to Sunny for assistance in my mother's sudden loss of sanity?Yeah.I was surrounded by vampires, wasn't I?Shenka hovered, her ball gown sparkling, covered in as many gems as could possibly be stuck to her. Again Mom went with the jewel tones. I guess she figured a good idea was a terrible thing to waste.And considering only a handful of people had seen the
I sat on the side of my bed, looking out the window into the quiet street, the buzzing streetlight below me oddly comforting. I'd tried to sleep after returning home, put Gabriel to bed with Charlotte who met me at the front door after Sass, Galleytrot and I strolled home in the sharpening night air. Her massive scowl told me I was in horrible trouble as she took my son from me.Okay, so I didn't exactly put him to bed.Snort.Galleytrot and Sassafras naturally abandoned me for her room, leaving me alone. Which was fine, it really was. I had a hot shower, pulled on my favorite robe. Had a little cry. Not much. Just a pathetic little spill of tears I held over from the Gate.From Liam.And felt my heart ease at last.Wrapped myself in the love in my house, the people sleeping there. Shenka and Charlotte, Galleytrot and Sass. Gram and Demetrius. All of us, happy just to be home.But sleep wouldn't come. My mind struggled with belief. That Ameline was really dead. That Gabriel was
I looked down into my son's sleeping face before sinking into the rocking chair beside his crib and releasing of the last of my stress. He was really too big for the thing now, but I needed to do some thinking about a bed and a room for him and just didn't have the energy to deal.A soft, furry body landed in my lap, Sassafras purring as he kneaded my leg a few times before turning in a circle and settling himself."Nice to see them together again," he said.I knew exactly who he meant. Mom and Dad wasted no time taking off for Harvard for some private time. I blushed at the thought of my parents and what they were probably doing right now.Shudder.Galleytrot groaned from the end of the crib, eyes flaring with red fire as he looked up."What about you, Syd?" His rumbling voice shifted my shudder to a shiver. "Have you thought about a new mate?"Not going there. "I've been thinking," I said, totally changing the subject. Yes, on purpose. No judging. "About Gabriel and his power.
Meira grinned at me like it was funny. And it was, in a way. She sat behind Dad's old desk-Ahbi's, too-and bounced a little in the chair."Comfy," she said. Winked.Oh. My. Swearword.Dad laughed, hugged me abruptly. "Meems, pumpkin," loved his pet name for her, though I liked cupcake better despite years of protest, "I'm sorry to do this to you.""You've already apologized, Dad," she said, looking quite pleased with herself. Hard to remember she was only fourteen with that evil grin, hands rubbing together in expectation. "I'm going to do some housecleaning first. Then the real fun will start."I shook my head, giggling. "Just leave a few of the planes standing."She shrugged, inspected her nails. "We'll see.""I take it the Node is fine?" It felt fine, Demonicon still intact at least."It was in balance long before Ahbi took up residence," Meira said. "She was only just hitchhiking anyway."I looked up at Dad who sighed deeply, lines of anxiety leaving his face."You're cra
The sparkling kneepads attached to my heavy leather pants caught the light of the triple suns overhead as I shifted for the millionth time, foot bobbing on the end of my crossed leg. Sassafras hissed at me. The bobbing stopped.For the moment. The longer we sat here, the more agitated I felt. Didn't help it took Pagomaris an age and a half to dress me while Meira was being man-handled in her bedroom."Your demon form would be so much easier to dress, Your Highness." Hopefulness lit the aide's eyes as she smiled and scrunched her shoulders like talking to me as if I were a child would endear her."Not." I scowled at her. "Work with this or nothing." I gestured down at my human form.And she sighed.Gestured for her minions to come forward.Left me to them as though I was no longer worth her effort, returning to my sister who grinned at me through the open door of her bedroom.Argh.I did concede to shifting my size, remembering how small I felt next to Meira when she was in demo
I glared at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm not going.""You are." Sassafras growled softly at me before sighing heavily. "And so am I, remember?""They're not going to make you wear a ridiculous outfit and parade around like you're their property." More glaring.I. Was. Not. Going.Sass hopped down from the bed and waddled to my side, tail quivering. "You can't let Meira down," he said, leaping into my lap. I stroked his fur absently. "It would be a terrible thing for her to have to sit through Harry's marriage alone.""So maybe he shouldn't get married." Whiny much? But there was the crux, wasn't it?Today was my father's wedding day.And the last place I wanted to be was Demonicon. In fact, a hole somewhere deep and far away would have been preferable. Anything other than having to endure my father marrying a demon.That would be the end for Mom and Dad. The real end. And I didn't think I could handle it."Harry has made his choice," Sassafras said, meeting my eyes in the
I was already turning and moving back inside by the time Mom began her little speech to wrap up the trial. I had no desire to listen, moving on from it though Celeste's foul stench remained on me. A quick push of magic cleared my nose, clothes and hair of the stink, even as I strode with ever-increasing speed toward the back of the now-emptying chamber and the hall beyond.A startled Enforcer was the lucky recipient of the bag of marshmallows, slapped against his chest on the way by.I seemed to have lost my appetite.Was so focused on my final target I almost ran right into Payten when she dodged out of the shadows of an archway and stepped in front of me.My first instinct was to hit her so hard with magic they wouldn't find her body.Ever.Second instinct was to flatten her into a Paytensquish and smear her all over the floor with my shoes.Yum.Third impulse won, partially because I was a sucker for a sobbing girl, Enforcer or not.Hated enemy or not.She radiated grief,
I'd sat here before, on a bench in the Council chamber, watching a trial unfold before me, Shenka at my side. But this one was far different. I had no regrets, no old grief-at least not for the creature about to stand before my mother.Any sorrow I felt around Celeste Oberman centered on the Hayle family members she'd killed. Martin and Louisa Vega, the darling couple who loved and cared about me when there were times no one else in the coven seemed to. Sandra Crossman, leaving her husband, James, alone to raise their daughter.Old wounds long since healed over, but never, ever forgotten.Worse, Gabriel wasn't with me. Antsy pants wriggled my butt in my velvet skirt as I fidgeted and held him tight with my magic while he laughed at something and ignored me.My own son, a traitor.Sigh.Shenka squeezed my hand, smiled a little. "He's fine," she said."I know," I whispered back. Not needing to. We weren't the only ones chattering. The gathering for Mia's burning-it seemed so long