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
The door creaked as Galleytrot and I fell silent, Sassafras letting himself into the gloom our conversation created. His silver fur immediately stood on end, tail thrashing as he looked back and forth between us.We quickly filled him in on the details while he curled up on the end of the bed to listen."You have to tell your mother," he said the moment I was done. "She needs to be brought up to speed on this."I knew he was right and instantly felt better. Of course. Mom. She'd come back right away, the moment she understood how dangerous this situation was. And while I was worried for Gram, I knew the old lady could take very good care of herself.And I needed my mom.I reached for her immediately, following the path of the family magic to her, using my demon power to boost my reach. She was still blocking me out, but when I threw all three magics at her, she reacted with instant fear.Syd, are you all right?Mom. I wanted to cry, clutching at the front of my T-shirt as if I h
Nerves took a hold of me the moment I realized what I'd done, so I went looking for a distraction to fill the next couple of hours."Where's Meira?" I reached out for my sister and came up blank. Even my demon couldn't track her down. She shielded as tightly as I always had, back when I wished I was normal.The twinge of that old wish returned for a minute before I sighed it away. With the acceptance of my magic and the many sides of my power came the inability to just walk away. And I really was okay with that. I just hoped my whole life wasn't lined up to be one dance with disaster to another.Several phone calls got me nothing. In fact, one of Meira's friends refused to talk to me at all. Her mother softly confessed she and Meira were on the outs, that Meira was mean to her at school and was hanging out with a different group.I immediately thought of the rude little snot Alicia and asked for her last name.Easy enough to track her down, as easy as Liam. Though my drive to Alic
When the knock came on the kitchen door, it made me shudder. The echo of the Gate was fresh enough I hated the sound, as shallow and real as it was compared to the booming of the Sidhe magic. I went to answer it, distracted, wondering why anyone in the coven would bother to knock.Sonja O'Dane stood on the other side, and she didn't look happy. In fact, Liam's mother's dark brown eyes flashed with barely suppressed anger, whole body trembling with it."I'm here to talk," she snapped without preamble, "and you're going to shut up and listen. You are to stay as far away from my son as you can and not say another word to him ever. Is that understood?" She backed up a half step before surging toward me again. "I mean it. If I find out you've been filling his head with more lies...""Mrs. O'Dane," I said, reaching for her, but she snatched herself out of my reach, still shaking."You'll be sorry," she snarled, "I swear it."Before I could say a word, argue, try to convince her further,
My trip to Liam's to track him down turned out to be a total bust. Yeah, story of my life. The house was dark, not a soul answered the door and I started to worry maybe he and his mother had picked up and moved again. I ran home, tried calling him, but without any luck.Crap. Galleytrot took off without me in search of him, or if that failed, his grandfather, and I let him go. I was tired and stressed out as it was. As soon as the black dog found Liam and/or Fergus he'd let me know.Dad was still out when I arrived home, but Meira had locked herself in her room with Sassafras. At least she was talking to him. The computer beckoned and I went to check for messages.It seemed like the moment I sat down Quaid was there and everything else went away.How are you?Awful. So happy you're around. I dumped everything on him in the next few minutes of furious typing. And now I can't find Liam and I need to find him so we can get to the damned Gate.You should be able to find it yourself,
I left Meira in Sassy's care, heading back to my own room. I was almost there when my cell phone rang. Now what? I almost ignored it, sure it was Alison pulling one of her drama queen moments, but sighed and checked it anyway.Not Alison. Angela, her mother. A poke of panic jabbed me as I answered."Syd," the woman's voice was breathless, panicked. "I need your help. She won't listen to me.""What's going on?" I was already heading out my bedroom door, not caring how I was dressed, pounding my way down the stairs as Angela sobbed once."She's drunk," she whispered. I could hear someone yelling in the background, the sound of shattering glass. "I can't make her stop. Please, Syd, she'll listen to you, I know it.""I'm on my way." I hung up, already behind the wheel, tossing the cell phone onto the passenger seat as I fired up Minnie's engine and squealed out of my driveway.It was the fastest drive of my life and I even used magic to make sure the cops looked the other way. Minnie
I went right to her and hugged her, careful of her freshly bandaged arm. Angela pulled away from me, letting out a sad sound as her fingertips touched the cut on my neck. I'd forgotten all about it."How is she?" I felt Erica hovering behind me, but was grateful she kept her distance."She's fine, thanks to you. I really think you arrived just in time." Angela still shook, but she managed a small, quivering smile. "The doctors said if she'd managed to cut any deeper she wouldn't be with us anymore." She sagged for a second then straightened again as if by sheer will. "They think the alcohol in her system along with the jolt of pain from cutting herself finally just shut her down and made her pass out."If Angela remembered what she witnessed, she wasn't saying and I knew then I had done the right thing."They have her in for observation," she choked on a breath, "and suicide watch." Whispered, those last two words. As if they were bad, evil. Her blue eyes leaked tears. "It's for th
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