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
It wasn't until I was part way back to the staircase I realized Erica and I were being escorted by the two Enforcers I'd stormed past upstairs. Pender was one of them. I looked back over my shoulder as we reached the top, turning to meet his eyes, even if he wouldn't meet mine."Nice to see you." I kept my tone light, but my meaning was clear to both of us. I heard Quaid call my name, spun and spotted him being held by two more people in black robes.Pender kept his head down while the other Enforcer just looked uncomfortable."I'll be happy to let Mom know how well you're repaying her gift to you." I sniffed delicately, as if his very presence offended me. "Please, rest assured, if such an instance were to happen again, none of us would interfere, but let events take their course." Not a threat. But I was pretty sure he got the point.If the coward was attacked again, I'd happily watch him die.I walked away, stiff and angry, while Erica paced beside me.You need to get it toget
I was almost ready to move on when I felt her mind touch mine.I knew you were the right witch for the job. Gram's mental voice cackled. The look on their faces when you pulled that stunt...She was here? You're here?Listen up. Her magic cracked like a whip, making me jump. A pair of older witches eyed me like I might be dangerous and hurried on. I turned my back on the entrance and the trickle of witches still arriving as Gram went on. I want you to ignore everything Erica or anyone else tells you and only do what I say.I almost sagged in relief. You're staying with me?Hush, child, she sent, though her tone was gentle and loving. Pay attention. Have I not told you over and over again you need to pay attention?She had. And not when she was fully sane, either. And she'd always been right. Without a doubt, beyond question, and without hesitation I put everything in her hands.What do you want me to do?You need to start balancing out the power around here. She sounded annoyed
As everyone stood, including the coven leaders, my eyes fixed on a large wooden door on the opposite side of the room. The moment we were all on our feet, the whisper of clothing and shuffling of feet stilled, that door swung outward and a line of people walked through.Dressed in jet velvet robes trimmed in blue, the members of the High Council of North American Witches strode with aplomb and self-importance toward the raised platform and their appointed seats. My eyes scanned their faces, but with the exception of Andre's tiny smile, none of the members showed a hint of emotion.Okay then. As much as I wished they were a little more light-hearted, I could understand why they were keeping things somber. As long as their closed faces didn't mean they'd already set their minds against my mother.Each of them sat, two obvious gaps in the lineup. One where the Hayle member should have been, though there was no seat placed there. It seemed even they understood the spot was supposed to b
Oh no she did not. My heart stopped a moment before making me fight for air as it thudded back to motion. I heard a few more gasps from the witches around me as I finally understood what she was saying.She wanted me to strip my mother of her power. To reduce her to nothing, all so I could keep sitting with the other leaders.Yeah, that was going to happen.I'm sure my outrage was written all over my face, but it wasn't long before I felt someone stand beside me and knew I wasn't alone.Seemed the passive nature of these witches had been pushed as far as it would go."This is outrageous." Tallah's voice actually vibrated with anger. "Miriam Hayle has as yet to be tried, let alone proven guilty of anything. To order her stripped of her magic at this juncture is unacceptable.""Here, here." Violet's tiny body shook with rage. "Never will I sit by and watch another leader be so maligned before she's even had a chance to present her case. This I will not stand for, Council Leader."
I've never been so proud of Mom. How she held herself like a queen, not a prisoner, the way she smiled at everyone as though they were there to see her, as a star, someone they admired.And they did admire her. The outswell of positive energy was almost overwhelming. So much for the jealousy and bad feelings Pender mentioned toward us and our coven. They loved Mom, it was obvious. I didn't take my eyes off of her to know it and didn't need to. Our magic was so close it felt all connected and it was clear the gathered witches viewed her as someone to be adored and venerated.I allowed myself a moment of cocky confidence. Batsheva and Odette's evil plans didn't stand a chance. Not against Mom's popularity.Epiphany moment. Was this why they were going after Mom? Odette's reasons were clear to me, what with her revenge vendetta and all. And while I knew Batsheva wanted Mom's power, was there more to it? Was this a way to prevent my mother from breaking Batsheva's hold on the Council?
"You okay?" His voice was a mellow, deep river, a welcome change from Gram's grating tone in my head."I will be." I drew a breath, held it a moment, let it out slowly until my entire body felt deflated. Immediately my anxiety returned, the intensity of the last little while gone, allowing me to slip into fear all over again. My fingers tightened reflexively on his. "On second thought..."Quaid leaned close and hugged me, the scent of his warm skin and the subtle touch of earth magic in his clothing helping to ground me. I'd forgotten Louisa's habit of calling up power to do laundry. His foster mother lovingly placed a little piece of her gift in every article of his wardrobe.The Vegas. I promised myself the moment I arrived home I'd head right to their place.Promised."I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it's all going to work out." Quaid's voice rumbled in my ear where it was pressed to his chest. "We both know this could go badly. But Syd, whatever you need, whenever, I'