"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
"I can't just leave." That was me again. Shaylee was so angry she could barely collect her thoughts. She was taking this whole standing up for herself thing pretty seriously. "I'm not just Shaylee, and you know it. I'm human, mortal, carrying her spirit. But I'm also a demon." I felt her surge inside me, my demon, wanting to reach out and tear this arrogant snot's throat out.I figured it was probably a bad idea.Thalion shrugged, the most graceful shrug I'd ever seen. "The rules aren't mine to make or break," he said. "But at least choosing this path, your world and mine are both saved."Liam clung to my hand. "There has to be another way."Maybe there was. The Sidhe were known for their deceit, for getting what they wanted. But we were out of time and ability to find a way around it. Even Galleytrot, when he met my searching eyes, was at a loss.I knew then as much as I couldn't do what he asked, I had no choice."Fine," I said in a rush, while Shaylee struggled and my demon ho
Erica waited for me in the kitchen. "I just saw Celeste leave." Her expression was troubled, but I just shrugged."She has her orders," I said. Erica paused, like she wanted to ask me what happened, but I was already marching downstairs.Dad looked up, startled, backing off when I approached the pentagram. The witches followed, a long stream of them, faster than I expected, but silently, expectant.When the last of our family, Meira and Sassafras huddled in the corner with Dad included, had passed the wards, I sealed them with us inside and opened to the family. Mom's mind flickered against my attempt to keep her out, but for now I was in charge."The Gate is real." I showed them, dragged them through what I'd been through in the last few hours as they gasped and moaned and raged with me against the Unseelie and the wounding of Fergus."Syd," Erica's voice trembled, hands reaching for me as I shrugged her off. "You can't go."The whole coven immediately echoed her mentally with t
I spun on Thalion, a horrible understanding growing inside me. "I don't have to go with you, do I?"He met my eyes, his own anger apparent, though he managed a smile. "The Gatekeeper is correct. I haven't told you the full rule." He sighed then, shoulders falling a little. I almost felt sorry for him until Shaylee's mind slapped mine. More Sidhe tricks. "Someone must cross over it is true," Thalion said. "But it need not be you."Of all the lying, manipulative, arrogant... my brain sputtered in fury. "How dare you?"Thalion's gaze met mine again, emerald eyes full of tears. "To bring you home," he said. "But yes, though one does need to cross, it simply must be one who chooses to come to the Sidhe realm, in possession of Sidhe magic. Their mortal spirit combined with the very power attempting to enter your world will reseal the Gate.""And you have a volunteer," Fergus said, the surge of strength from Thalion's attack fading quickly from the quieting of his voice. Even Galleytrot b
By the time Mom arrived later that day, everything was back to abnormal. Not that I was complaining she was home or anything. Even though she still hadn't found Gram, she decided to stay. Uncle Frank agreed to go on alone, sending back reports as often as he could, though I could tell from Mom's frequent moments of quiet anxiety they weren't often enough for her liking.It was pretty comforting to have her address the entire coven and tell them as much as she commended them for standing with me in the end, her disappointment at their doubting me from the beginning hurt her deeply. Mom was so good at the whole emotional manipulation thing she had all of the family witches in tears at the end of it, begging me to forgive them. I did, and right away. They'd paid their dues and more.With one exception, of course. Celeste was a stone set so deep in her own slop she refused to budge. And while she calmly accepted Mom's chastisement, I knew her anger still lived. Naturally the woman claime
Book Seven: Flesh and Blood"Say cheese!"The witch behind the camera smiled encouragingly as I bent my body into contorted shapes in order to look 'normal' for my grad photo. And while her smile was lovely, I had no doubt mine was strained and uncomfortable.No doubt.It would have helped if this whole grad thing was my idea. I'd made it through the majority of my last year in high school without so much as a peep from Mom about the fact I'd be graduating only a month and a half from now. We'd had a nice, quiet fall, winter and spring since the Gate incident, though Gram remained absent, Uncle Frank's search turning up nothing.I blamed my grandmother for my present position, half falling from an uncomfortable stool all in the name of posterity. Mom was clearly looking for some way to distract and amuse herself from the fact Gram was still missing and refused to be hunted down. Nothing like a graduation of twisted witch proportions to throw a veil over Mom's worry. Yet another
I paused at the bottom of the stairs by the heavy wooden bookcase and reached for Shaylee. She came slowly, unhappily, her Sidhe power sliding over the carved oak. The Gate's magic responded instantly, the whole structure swinging gently aside to let me in. I understood her dislike, but it was getting a little old. It's not like the Gate was going to spring open and Thalion, prince of the Seelie, would rush through and kidnap us or anything.At least, I was pretty sure that wouldn't happen. She wasn't so much. And I guess she had the right to worry. He'd almost tricked us into crossing over, after all, into giving up our life here out of pure Sidhe selfishness. And yet, I was pretty tired of her love quadrangle with Seelie and Unseelie alike, not to mention the worry she felt every time we came to visit Liam. I walled her off a little so she could sulk in peace as I strode through the open entry, careful to close it behind me before making my way further into the stone lair.Hard not
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