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
At least my next visitor decided to knock. I was just approaching the door again to head to the Vegas when Sassafras entered the kitchen and jumped up on the table. I ignored him as I reached for the handle and jerked the door wide.I wished instantly I'd left it shut. The snotty Enforcer from the night before pushed her way inside the moment I did. She cast her gaze around the room with a sneer before turning to me."I didn't invite you in." I scowled at her, watched the family magic crawl over the wards surrounding her, wondered what it was about her the coven's collective power despised so much. "What do you want?"She scowled back at me, clearly unaccustomed to being treated with anything less than respect. Or more probably, fear.Yeah, not likely. Angry contempt was about the best I could muster.Besides, I had a feeling she hadn't been an Enforcer for long and under normal circumstances wouldn't have made the grade.She pulled a black scroll tied with blue ribbon from insid
I stood staring into my mother's closet, the scent of her lilac perfume filling me with the need to hug her and never let her go.Since that wasn't possible, and knowing I needed to put on a good show, short notice or not, I'd made a plan of my own, one involving doing something I swore I never would.I needed to be my mother.My selections were carefully chosen, from the floor-length black velvet skirt with the fine silver embroidery around the hem to the paper thin and butter soft navy blue silk blouse with the flowing sleeves and sparkling diamond buttons.I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised her shoes did fit after all and wasn't even a little above recognizing the irony. At least physically I could take her place. As for the rest... we'd have to wait and see.I let the heavy, swirling skirt sway from my hips, for the first time understanding why Mom loved dressing the way she did. There was a weight to the velvet, the way it moved as if part of me. Even the silk of the
Minnie's engine hummed softly as she cruised down the highway toward the mansion. It felt odd to leave the confines of Wilding Springs. Now that I was aware of Shaylee and the Gate to her realm, I keenly felt it as I passed from the influence of Sidhe magic and into the normal world.How no one else felt the absolute supernaturalness of the town I had no idea.I shivered as we passed the invisible boundary created by the Gate's magic and felt Quaid's power, along with his hand, grasp me and hold on. I was happy to have him with me, filling the front seat of the passenger's side with his long, lean yumminess, though thinking about him in any romantic way was hard considering the circumstances.Hormones managed somehow.The look on his face when he'd laid eyes on me when I descended to the kitchen was almost comical. I worried I'd scarred him for life, that he'd never be able to look at me again without seeing my mother. Instead, he bent and kissed me, all warm, soft lips and hot bre
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