Two days.Two days had passed since Dad left and Sassy...Since Sassy died.It took me that long to even be able to say it in my head without breaking down into sobbing tears so hard I couldn't breathe.Almost as bad? Mom couldn't reach Dad. I tried too, but now the crystal was gone, I found it impossible to tear through the veil. And without Theridialis waiting on the other side to pull me over, I was out of luck.We tried not to worry. "Your father was fine when he left. He looked fine to you, didn't he, Syd?" Mom was as big a wreck as I was. If we weren't crying over Sassy, we were crying over Dad.Meira was oddly the most stable of the three of us. Was she upset? Naturally. But she seemed able to control her grief better and instead ended up taking care of the two of us as we tried to come to grips with Sassy's loss.I munched popcorn that tasted like ashes, drank water that did nothing to quench my thirst. Mom managed to keep the coven running, mostly because Erica stepped
Graduation was rapidly approaching. Good thing I was a quick study. I was able to recover from my almost week of crash and burn enough I knew I'd at least pass. Not like I needed good marks to get into the college I'd be attending. Being a witch was all I needed. Still, I'd always been a good student and the thought of not making it, especially in my last year, rankled.Liam was a big help on the studying front. Fortunately, he and Quaid had formed some kind of truce during my absence into grief and now seemed like pretty good friends.When Liam broached the prom subject, telling Quaid he was happy to step aside and let my boyfriend take me, I kyboshed it immediately. And even though I knew it made Quaid jealous, he was great about it. I guess he knew better than to push me after what he'd put me through.Smart boy.Theridialis popped in far more regularly, and Sassy seemed happy about that. When I taught him to ride the veil, my demon cat acted like he'd known all along even thoug
Book Eight: Full CircleI squinched up my nose at the layer of makeup on my eyelids and tried to decide if it made me look pretty or like I worked a corner. It was a quick decision to whip out a cleanser cloth and attack the offending glitter with gusto.It wasn't helping I had an audience. Alternating giggles came from behind me, my little sister Meira peeking around to grin at my reflection, her softly red skin and amber eyes a startling contrast to the furry silver Persian sitting in her lap. His gaze matched hers, though I sensed much more sarcasm and disdain from him than from Meira."The rubbed raw look is very in I hear." Classic Sassafras. It wouldn't do me any good to snark back. He was the master and I bowed to his ability. Besides, I was way too nervous to really pay much attention to him.I was finally going on my first real date with Quaid. It seemed so long in coming. While we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, a fact still freaking me out a little and makin
I gaped at her, not knowing what to say, eyes scanning the faces of the other two Enforcers.Settled on Pender Tremere. Who refused to look at me at all, a shadowed and guilty expression on his face.Bastard. He'd betrayed us? After I rescued him when he was attacked by the Dumont brothers? My mother saved his worthless life, the jerk. And here he was, standing with another Enforcer, clearly of Dumont blood from her brilliant blue eyes and European features.Now I wished I'd just let him die.My demon roared her rage and surged forward, power glowing around me as my vision took on a tint of amber. "You have no right to be here, past family wards. Get out."The female Enforcer sneered at me. "We are Enforcers of the High Council, girl. We can go wherever we want."I was about to show her the door in the most violent way possible when Mom appeared from deeper in the house. "What is the meaning of this?" She was all coven leader, the family magic wrapping around her in a twisting co
The moment the Enforcers were gone, Erica's mind latched onto mine in a desperate grasp.WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER? I could feel her moving, running. SYD, IS SHE OKAY?I didn't want to calm down, damn it, not even a little bit. I wanted to rage and tear things apart with my power and my bare hands until someone bled for what just happened. But I couldn't, not with mind after family mind reaching for me, latching onto me with tentacles of need, asking the same question over and over again until I wanted to scream.The Enforcers took her. I didn't mean to be so blunt, but it was either that or fall apart completely. She's been arrested.Among the chorus of gasps, fear, horror, and worry was a single thread.Satisfaction.And I knew exactly from whom that particular feeling came. Finally, a focus for my rage. When I managed to get my hands on Celeste Oberman, the horse-faced witch was a dead horse-faced witch.I felt Quaid pull Meira away, turned to see him lift her into his arms, his b
The moment I passed back over the threshold, the Vega's voices still echoing in my head, the phone rang. I sighed, wanting to ignore it, eyes locked on Quaid, but Erica was already answering it."Yes? One moment." She held it out to me, an apologetic look on her face.Great. Thanks. Just what I needed. A chit chat over nothing while my mother was being falsely persecuted."Hello?" That was snippy, even for annoyed Syd. I winced a little as the voice on the other end of the line gasped softly."Syd?" Angela Morgan sounded upset. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"Um, yeah. "No, sorry, hello Mrs. Morgan." I leaned against the wall, the cordless balanced between my cheek and shoulder as I drew a deep breath and tried to refocus from my witchy life to what remained of my normal one. "How are you?"She didn't answer me, just plunged ahead in a rush of words. "Can I speak to Alison?" Her voice was strained, words a little stuttery. Like she was afraid of something."Alison?" I stood upri
Dad paced the pentagram while Sassy sat just outside it, tail thrashing back and forth, a soft cloud of silver hair floating in the air around him. Dad looked up at me as I descended, hurrying forward to hug me when my feet hit concrete.I sagged into his arms for a moment, the warmth of his body not quite offsetting the hard edges of his diamond statue, the form of the effigy still present beneath the spirit filling it."Syd," he whispered. "It's going to be okay."Was that for me or for him? I pulled away and nodded. "It is, Dad.""What were the charges?" He released me and began pacing again. "Do we even know yet?"I shook my head. "Nothing. Any action like this is supposed to be presented in writing, especially to a coven leader." I'd been brushing up on my coven law. Premonition? I hated to think so.Dad shook his head, face reddening in anger. "She's still there at least." His hand fell over his heart. "They haven't tried to break our connection. But she's under powerful sh
I hated waking up without any knowledge of how I made it to bed. Not that it was a common occurrence, but still. I groaned as I rolled over, a spare blanket laid carefully over me, emerging from the covering to find myself still fully clothed from the night before. I rubbed at my bleary eyes, strung thin and more than a little wonky as I struggled for full wakefulness.It had to have been Quaid. I didn't remember passing out, but I did know he was still in the house. I felt him, our connection pulling my attention immediately to his location. Which happened to be the kitchen.I slumped to the bathroom, head muzzy and the world wobbling around me. I'd used up a lot of focus the night before, spending what felt like endless hours and piles of magic on the witches who clung to my power, soothing them one after another until, hopefully, I managed to finish the job.I say hopefully because I honestly didn't remember.The hot shower wasn't doing me any good. With a ruthless twist of my w