This time the crossing seemed easier, whether because Sassy was with me or due to the fact I was ready for it and knew it was coming I didn't know. I was just grateful to step through instead of falling, my nausea not affecting me to the point of barfing this time.I glanced to my right, at Sassafras. He looked the same, aside from the red-tinted skin and cute horns tucked into his shaggy hair. He pulled his hand free of mine in a jerk, shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans like my touch offended him somehow.There was no time to ask him what his problem was. Theridialis stood there before me, beaming a huge smile, arms outstretched.When did I become such a hugger? I usually avoided hugs. But I couldn't resist his cherub smile, the gentleness in his face."Welcome back, Sydlynn." His amber eyes fell on Sassafras. "Hello, son.""Dad." Sass's voice was a growl. Neither moved to hug, I noticed. Happy moment over."It brings me joy to see you return." Theridialis didn't mov
I tossed and turned for a while, the moonlight pouring in my bedroom window making it almost impossible to sleep. At least, I blamed it on the moonlight. Much better than admitting I couldn't get the crumpled disappointment on my mother's face out of my mind.I hated letting her down.One thing I knew, I wasn't waiting any longer for some window of opportunity dictated by Theridialis. One look at my father was enough to tell me I had to cross over with Sassy right away so he could be tested. Meira was fading quickly, her demon power feeding Dad's life force. Her dear little face looked older, lined, her skin sinking into the crevices around her bones.I wanted to go back right away, but Mom talked me out of it."Not after sundown," she said, face pinched with fatigue and worry. "Never after sundown. Promise me."Whatever. I had a feeling her fear was grounded in superstition and not fact, but agreed anyway if just to make her feel better.So sleep first. Yeah, right. Sleep. Like
I was hesitant leaving the lab. I could almost pretend I was still home, in a way, while in the confines of Theridialis's workshop. That this was some kind of dream, not real at all. Walking through the heavy metal door meant accepting I was part of this world I knew very little about.The hallway on the other side was a slight disappointment. It looked like any hall, really, at least how I imagined a castle hall would look. The center of the polished stone floor ran with a long, red runner, extending to the right down a flight of stairs and to the left toward a sharp bend. I took Theridialis's directions and went left.As soon as I turned the corner, I immediately caught sight of the balcony. It wasn't some flimsy, narrow thing I'd been expecting. Two huge doors stood open, leading out into the air and a deep, massive space full of carved stone furniture and a tumbling central waterfall.It was almost impossible not to stare, despite the circumstances of my arrival. The view was br
It was a sad procession, returning Dad back to Mom's room, settling him in the bed. Was it pure Hayle stubbornness on my part I refused to give up? We'd been through so much, survived unbeatable odds before. Why should this be any different?And yet, it felt different. If only because it seemed all of our avenues had been explored. But this couldn't be it, the end. It couldn't.My dad couldn't just die.I hovered at the doorway, not sure what to do, torn between rushing off to look for another answer-where I had no idea, only that my feet wanted me to run-and sitting next to my mother in vigil.I couldn't bring myself to mourn just yet.The house wards quivered and Erica's power entered. I stayed where I was, feeling her as she passed through the kitchen, down the hall and up the stairs to come to stand beside me."I need to talk to your mother." Erica looked like she had been crying, her perfect makeup missing, long, blonde hair in a messy ponytail."Good luck with that." I gui
And all of a sudden, just like that, Mom was rushing the witches out of the room while Uncle Frank and Sunny sat on the bed on either side of Dad. I could barely breathe, didn't want to watch, not sure how I would feel about the vampires if I actually saw what they really were.I felt the hushed worry of the coven, the push of their judgment and locked that part out. How dare they take a side? They weren't the ones facing certain death. Anger surged through me and I welcomed it. Anything to push aside the aching need I felt, a need for this to work.Mom slammed the door and turned back, hand reaching for mine where I'd backed off, my whole body shaking. She trembled as much as I did, but there was hope in her face so I forced myself to calm down and be there for her.Meira joined us, hugging Mom, then me before pressing against me and turning to face the bed, her chin lifted. Fearless.At least on the outside.I caught motion from the corner of my eye, watched as Sassafras crouche
It was just too much. Dad's eyes closed a moment later, energy gone, back to a sleep he might never rise from.Mom appeared as if she knew somehow it was done. Meira stayed where she was, but I had to go, had to leave, to get away from them, from this tragedy, this loss.I'd only just now learned to truly love my father and he was leaving me.My moment of weakness was bound to have consequences. But hopefully the family had seen enough they wouldn't judge me for it.Not that I really cared if they did. My dad was dying. And there was nothing I could do about it.My favorite retreat, the back yard, called to me. I stumbled through the crowd, down the stairs and out the door, rushing out into the cool embrace of the early evening air, a hint of bitter cold still lingering. I breathed in, tasting the flavor of newly cut grass, felt the hum deep beneath me of the sleeping Wild as they snoozed their way through time. This was familiar, welcome, brought me more peace than I expected.W
One call was all it took. The coven flooded to my aid, several members arriving in short order to whisk the Enforcer back to the house. I chose to ride the veil, figuring it was good practice, but more so wanting the time to myself.I beat them home, coming face-to-face with Mom as I emerged in the back yard. She didn't say anything, just hugged me and led me back inside. Sassy grabbed me the moment I walked in and hugged me too, silently. I'd almost forgotten all about him, about Dad and the rest of the mess in the face of the Dumonts and the dying Enforcer.Tires peeled up and two of our more burly witches guided the man's black-clad body into the house. Mom leaped into action, gesturing imperiously for them to place him on the kitchen table. One swipe and the matching salt and pepper shakers and napkin holder were magicked safely to the counter, leaving the table free for surgery.Mom's hands acted quickly, pulling away Pender's cloak. Everyone gasped, even me. A thin, short-hand
Pender left with promises to keep in touch, though I wasn't holding my breath. He seemed far too trusting of the Council for my tastes, considering the fact they'd not only been ignoring us, but now seemed like they'd turned against us completely on the word of a woman who was evil personified.Celeste left shortly before Pender did, slithering away before I could confront her."Let her go." Mom sounded so tired I didn't argue with her. I watched her go upstairs, shoulders a little straighter than they had been, but walking right back into her world of grief.I couldn't do it, couldn't join her. I instead found myself drifting downstairs into the basement. It seemed so odd to be down there and not sense Dad. He'd become such a fixture in our family magic space it was odd to have the whole place to myself.I paused in the middle of the room, turning slowly in a circle. It had been so long since I just looked around. I realized how many boxes still remained down here, remnants of my