As futile as we both knew it would be, Galleytrot and I spent the next several hours searching for the Gate. I let Shaylee have full control, prodding her out of her fearful hiding only with the help of my angry demon. But even she was honestly baffled, leading us in circles from one end of town to the other.I parked Minnie in the square and stared at town hall. "Let's think about this logically," I said, not feeling logical at all, just angry and frustrated. "The protection or supernatural feeling to Wilding Springs is roughly circular, right?"Galleytrot nodded. "Which means the source of that needs to be the center of town. We know that, Syd. We checked the library and the rest of town hall, remember?""It has to be in that building somewhere." I was about to open my car door when I spotted a familiar figure approaching. I waited, frowning, as Ms. Spaft took once glance around before going inside town hall."What if I was right and Liam's mom isn't the only mortal Unseelie agen
We went home. Nowhere else to go, really. I checked for messages, hoping maybe Quaid was over his hissy fit, but no luck. Well, that was just fine, Mr. Jealous. Be that way. I had more important things to fret over than his sensitive ego.Angry, I almost snapped at the voice on the other end of the phone when I answered the insistent ringing."Did I get you at a bad time?" Angela's voice quavered."No, not at all." I instantly dialed back my annoyance and focused on her. "Is everything okay?""Oh, yes, I'm sorry, of course." Her nervous laugh told me she felt guilty for letting amusement out in any form. "I was just hoping... Alison is awake, and I was thinking it would be nice...""I'm on my way now." Like I wasn't tired enough. But when I hung up to her very grateful goodbye, I knew I made the right choice.I turned to go and found Meira watching me."I want to come with you." Her amber eyes faded slowly to blue, skin tinting to human tone. "Can I?"Um. What would Mom do? Exp
The sun was just starting to set when Meira and I arrived home. The moment we passed through the wards, I felt Dad was home, but was startled to find him in the kitchen. Not that he wasn't allowed upstairs. It was just such a rarity to see him there."Hey, Dad," I said, feeling my annoyance with him take a sharp notch upward. I could have used his help, if only for moral support but, as usual, he was either out or locked in the basement. I didn't mean to make him a target, but this was the first chance I had to confront him. "Where've you been?"He heard it in my tone if not in the oh-so-casual words I chose. Hard to miss that much sarcasm."Watch the attitude, Syd," he snapped.Um, hello? "Do you have any idea what's going on around here?" No way was he taking a Mom stance with me. "I could use your help, you know. Or do you even give a crap?"Dad's scowl made him look demonic, a tough thing considering he was mortal now. "I asked you to mind your own business," he said. "Besides
Liam and I were casing the steps of the home when I spotted someone I recognized. Angela emerged from the building and registered my presence at the same moment, a huge smile taking over her face as she hurried to Minnie."Syd!" She leaning in my hastily opened window and hugged me. "How sweet of you to come to see Alison again so soon. They are just getting her settled, but you should be able to go in shortly."Oh, crap. Al was here?My smile must have looked pathetic, but she seemed to accept it at face value. "Did she make the trip okay?"Angela's smile was much better than mine. "She did, thank you, Syd. Are you a friend of my daughter's?" She held out her hand to Liam across me. He shook it with great grace."She's a wonderful person," he said. "I hear you both love my mom."A quick chat about Sonja's hairdressing skills and his acceptance was sealed."The nurses might give us a hard time," I said as I climbed out of the car, a half-formed plan in my head, leaning ever so g
"Daddo," Liam leaned forward over the back of the seat to talk to his grandfather. "Why didn't you tell me?""I tried." The old man sagged, hands grasping for Liam's, "but your mother wouldn't let me.""You know she's Unseelie?" I glanced sideways at him, risking a look away from the headlong race I ran with Minnie.His face snapped around. "She's what?"Liam softly, sadly filled his grandfather in while I wished I could risk driving faster.I've led him astray, but it's not working. Galleytrot sounded pissed, but a little smug. I've damaged him at least. I think most of his power was tied up in his little shield.Leave him, I sent. The Gate's more important. I need you.I'll be there. He was gone, but left me with more hope than I'd expected to feel."It's no wonder she took you from me," Fergus sighed as I returned to their conversation. "Though how Sonja hid it from your father I have no idea. No," he shook his head, "that's not true. In all honestly, Liam, I worried for our
The air tingled around me as I passed through the magic doorway into the stone chamber beyond. Not just one chamber, it turned out, but a triad of linking rooms, all open to each other through doorless entries. I peeked in the first on our way past, spotting a large carved bed that seemed to be constructed of a huge oak tree. The next was some kind of office or study, stretching back into the dimly lit distance. Fergus didn't pause, so my chance to look around was brief. What I saw, what I felt, took me back centuries to a time when the Sidhe walked the earth among humans.But the final chamber, the smallest but most impressive, took my complete attention the moment we entered. There, against the far wall, stood the Gate. I'm not sure what I was expecting, maybe some elaborately carved golden filigree, a giant cast iron monstrosity maybe. Instead, I was greeted by a carved wooden doorway, if that door was built for giants. It stretched upward into the gloom of the vaulted chamber and
"Syd!" Liam's desperate cry spun me around. I raced to him and fell to my knees, one hand pressed to Fergus's chest, just below the wound. Shaylee felt around inside, winced at the taint of dark Sidhe magic. My demon snarled, grasped both of us by the scruffs of our power and used the three of us to latch onto the bullet still buried in the old man's flesh.It was torture, disgusting, painful and so vile I wanted to pull away, to abandon the attempt, to leave the horrible thing where it was. So much hate and darkness could not exist in one tiny shard of metal, but it did, oh it did, and the cost of removing it was too much.Until the nasty thing popped free, jerking loose so violently it flew across the room to ping against the stone. I collapsed, panting, my demon howling, Shaylee weeping at the filth staining us from the contact. But it faded, thankfully, washed clean by the slow and steady flow of Galleytrot's magic and the bond between the other two powers inside me.The black d
The moment the Gate's power released the seal between worlds, I threw my power at it and created my own.I think I was more shocked it worked than I was relieved.They were clearly visible, the horde of the Sluagh, pressing against my magic, already worming their way to the edges, looking for a break, a chink in my armor, a place I was weak. But with Liam's Keeper blood tied to the barrier I'd erected, the Gate responded by welcoming my shield and feeding it with its own magic.For now."Now what?" His voice was a little high-pitched, palm sweating in mine.I wished I had a clue. "Galleytrot, we need Fergus!"The faces of the Unseelie gathered behind the barrier were coming into view. I wanted to look away, afraid of what I might see. But Shaylee forced me to focus, to look on her people, and I realized then that as evil as we humans might perceive them to be, they were beautiful to her.Large, as big as bears some of them, larger, with distorted features and patches of hair han
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