Mom crumpled a little, but I refused to let the news affect me."How?" But I knew already, before Galleytrot said it out loud."The same way the Chosen masked his magic before." A soft whine of complaint escaped my friend. "I'm sorry, Syd."It wasn't his fault and I wasn't about to let him think it was. "We'll find him," I said with far more conviction than I felt.Mom visibly took a firm grasp on herself, her body vibrating with the effort it took. "Yes," she said. "We will."Sunny had backed away, so much sadness in her face I knew I was losing her. "I'll leave the family to handle this," she saidI reached for her the same instant Mom did."Sunny," she pulled the undead woman toward her, embracing her, "please forgive me. There has been so much loss and I am weaker than I expected." Mom pulled away and met my gaze. "I've always thought I could handle anything. I've been proven wrong."I hated hearing the failure in her voice. "No," I said, "you've just reached the place wher
Even Celeste looked shocked at that. None of us expected Mom to go that far. Not even me. But there she was, hands outstretched while Erica gaped like she couldn't breathe."Miriam," she choked at last, "what are you doing?""The only thing I can do to keep my family safe." Mom had calmed, real calm this time, not the fake coven leader type I'd grown used to over the years. This was Mom fully entrenched in a choice and happy to have made it, utterly willing to face the consequences. "Now, will you accept leadership?"It was then I realized she hadn't offered it to me. Probably knew I'd never take it. Or, more likely, that offering it to me wouldn't distance our family far enough from the rest of the coven for her to act. Grim and heart aching, I decided then and there I was behind Mom completely and sent her my support.Erica had gone so pale I thought she'd pass out. "Miriam, I can't." She backed away a pace. "Don't you see this is what the Dumont's want? If we lose you, we lose e
I retreated back inside as Erica left, knowing I had to face my mother and convince her abandoning the coven wasn't the way to deal with the Dumonts. As I entered the kitchen, I came face-to-face with the twins.Estelle (or was it Esther? I'd never learn to tell them apart) eyed me like a bug she wanted to squish, but her sister paused, a sad expression pulling her lips down so far I feared they'd slide right off her face."You must convince your mother." She gripped my arm, beady eyes peering at me through the thick lenses of her glasses. I almost hated getting too close. They both stank of cabbage and kitty litter, not to mention that unique little old lady smell. "We will not let this coven fall into evil hands."I nodded, trying to pull back as her pointy nails dug into the skin of my arm, gooseflesh rising as I freed myself and rubbed at the crescent shaped marks she'd left behind."I'm on my way to do just that."Esther (I was sure it was her... kind of. Okay, I was guessing
We were almost to the park when Galleytrot let out a yelp of surprise."Sassafras." He bounded off at full speed, leaving me to slide over the veil in pursuit, a desperate hope in my heart.I caught up with him at the edge of town, near the site where Suzanne had been taken over by the Firblog magician, Cesard and his collection of occupiers. "You can feel him?""Smell him." Galleytrot snuffled the air noisily, anger in his tone. "He was close, Syd. He was here." The big dog snarled and spun. "This way!"He was off again like a shot, covering ground so fast I had no choice but to use my demon magic to ride the veil. I ducked in and out for what seemed like forever, finally emerging in a rush, almost running into him as I flung myself from the edge, looking around for danger. A lake of shining water stretched out before us, sunlight sparkling from the calm surface."Nothing." Galleytrot howled, deep and long and full of fury, the ground under our feet shaking with the power of his
I went alone to the rendezvous. Stupid? Yeah, probably. I knew I was walking into a trap. I could have recruited help. But in this Mom was right. I needed to distance myself from the family as much as I could if I was going to follow through on my plans to kill the Dumont brothers.As I steered my bright blue Mini up the hillside on that long and lonely drive, choosing mundane means over magic so I'd have time to gather my thoughts, my hands clutched the wheel so tight I was losing feeling in them. I wondered when I'd become so bloodthirsty, this craving for death as ordinary as pressing the gas pedal. There was a time when I wouldn't have even considered harming someone else, at least not physically. I could only guess accepting my demon completely now fed that side of me.Luckily, I had Shaylee in balance. She soothed me with earth magic while my demon paced and raged inside my head, demanding retribution. My very own devil/angel combo, only mine had minds of their own.So much ha
My demon leaped into action even as Shaylee gasped in understanding the same moment I did. The vampires. Of course. What better way to completely tear Mom down than to attack her from all sides?While I wrapped my head around the true evil living inside Ameline, ripples of demon fire surged outward, scorching the ground beneath the werewolves. Howls of agony mixed with grunts of anger as they retreated.Ameline rolled her eyes, one foot tapping on the gravel. "Is that the best you can do?" She glared around at them as they slunk low to the ground. "Fine," she said. "I'll deal with her myself."Perfect. Exactly the way I wanted it.Before either of us had a chance to strike, our rising magic surrounding us in a mixed glow of rainbow colors, the earth beneath my feet began to shake as a howl pierced the night. The werewolves fell back even further, crouching low to the ground as Galleytrot, Liam at his side, strode into the parking lot. Both glowed with the green fire of the Sidhe, t
I struggled to my feet, Quaid supporting me as Liam and Galleytrot rushed toward us, Ameline's shields gone with her consciousness. I leaned on the big dog, my arm around Quaid's waist as Mia hovered near us, looking suddenly guilty."Thank you." I shuddered as pain slid over my insides. Green magic flowed from Galleytrot into me, healing the damage enough I was able to straighten and face my friend. "You saved my life."Mia's hands trembled as she clasped them together in front of her, eyes locked on the fallen Ameline. "She will never lead my family."Good to know. Though I doubted very much Mia was a match for Ameline when it came to cunning.Mia hesitated a moment as I tried to think of something to say, a way to persuade her to come with us. She finally gestured beside her, a shimmering barrier falling to reveal the still unconscious form of Sassafras hovering next to her."Take him." She eased him to the ground while Liam moved forward, lifting Sassy into his arms. "You need
The boys retreated first and I went with them. I knew I should be there, that Dad could pass at any time, but I chose to walk them out instead.We paused in the kitchen, Galleytrot with us, all awkward in the quiet of the house."Syd," Liam reached for me even as Quaid scowled at him, "I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do."I hugged him, Quaid be damned. "Thank you," I whispered in his ear. "Your just being here is enough.""Demon magic is beyond my abilities." Galleytrot sighed. "I hate having limits."I laughed and hugged the big dog, his soft fur against my cheek. "Me too."His dark eyes met mine. "Some of us don't have limits.""Apparently I do, after all." I sighed and scratched his ears as I thought about my dad. "I'm going to need your help holding Mom together when this is over."He nodded slowly. "Anything, Syd."I straightened, eyes locking on Quaid. I could feel him clearly again, now he was a Hayle witch, the pressure of his power held back from me. The
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