The coming darkness did nothing to make my battle any easier as the virus fully woke after the sun went down. I was happy to have Charlotte next to me as I stumbled my way to the hall and the Council chamber, only just pulling myself together long enough to make it to my seat before the virus's whispering temptations returned all over again.The Council had marched in while I fought the power inside the gem and I only came back to myself when I heard a familiar name being called.Sunny looked stunning as ever, poised like Mom, though her years were apparent in every inch of her. She held herself like a queen, as though she only appeared before the Council from the goodness of her heart.Her testimony flew by while I continued my battle with the virus. It kept tempting me, telling me how easy it would be to simply sweep all of the others before me away, whispering its lies and hope into my heart. I was startled back to myself to see Uncle Frank standing where Sunny had, his handsome
Charlotte's soft growl broke my shock."Necromancy is forbidden," the weregirl said, fear in her voice humming with her power."It is to ordinary witches. But not to Enforcers." Gram blew out a huff of breath, her impatience clear."Then get the Enforcers to do it." I tried to back away a step only to have Gram snatch my arm and jerk me back. "Gram, you're just going to make things worse." I could see her standing next to Mom, on trial for the second most forbidden crime in our culture."Dominic owns the Enforcers, in case you've forgotten." Gram let me go. "This is the only way. My former status should protect me.""But there is no promise of that." We weren't alone. Charlotte spun with a snarl, crouching between me and the black-robed man at the door. "Your position protected you once, but I can't promise it will do so again." Pender Tremere pulled back his hood, face wreathed in what looked like agony of indecision.Gram didn't seem shocked to find him standing there. "I have
Pender's breath whooshed out as he nodded slowly, though he looked afraid now."Very well," he said. "She will be our anchor."I knew the gist of what they were doing. Necromancy at least had been creepily fascinating enough I paid attention when Mom tried to teach me. Drawing out the soul echoes of the dead was only possible with a minimum of two people-one to do the searching and the other to act as an anchor to the real world. It wasn't the full soul they brought back, only a glimmer of who the person had been in life. The best part, the ghost was unable to lie, as though whatever they did in their time alive was imprinted permanently on the echo.But it had been a creepy lesson in my family basement. This was the real thing in the bowels of a mansion obviously built by those of power, whoever the maji were. Gram didn't give me time to think about it much longer, but wrapped her energy around me and, digging in her mental hooks, flung herself into the dark place between life and
"Syd!" Alison's echo wavered before me, her blue eyes only a mirage of their old vibrancy. "Oh my God, Syd! You can see me!"I glanced at Gram, unable to speak, unable to move, my entire body frozen in grief.This could not be happening.Gram waved at the echo. "You must go back," she said. "We did not summon you, ghost."Alison ignored her. "I don't know what happened," she said, speaking rapidly, shooting off her narrative like machine gun fire, "I was driving, then there was water everywhere, Syd, it was dark and then I saw this light, but it was so bright and I was afraid. Then I saw Mom." She sobbed once. "She was crying! Syd, everyone was crying and my car, what happened to my car?" Alison spun around in a circle before returning her attention to me. "Where are we? You can see me!" She tried to hug me, but her echo only had enough substance there was soft resistance before she went right through me.My blood ran cold as the vampire virus pulsed when she passed over it.She
Yet again, I was unsurprised to find the brothers weren't alone. Ameline strolled in after them, looking around as if she was sizing the place up for herself. And, as usual, Mia trailed along behind her like a shadow."Where have you been, Syd?" Kristophe struck one of his model poses and cocked his head to the side, running his tongue over his lips. "We've been looking everywhere for you."Ah. I'd been starting to wonder why Batsheva was taking so long calling the Council back to order. Now I knew what she'd been waiting for."Here and there," I said, trying for nonchalant despite the ghost now clinging to my arm.Damn. Of all the terrible timing. If they found out about the necromancy, they could use it against me before Gram and Pender had a chance to release the echoes they carried.But the Dumonts ignored my ghostly friend as if she was insignificant. It just proved to me further, they were morons.Someone in a dark cloak hovered in the window. Even though I couldn't see a f
Down we went again, this time taking the same stairs as I'd used to locate the vampire's new resting place. Only this time, when we hit the bottom, the Enforcer led me through the first door on the right. I stared down the corridor at the guarded entrance to the vampire's lair, but only two more black-robed witches met my gaze.Night time, right. The vampires were already gone.The door didn't make a sound, and I found myself holding my breath in the stillness of the hallway. Just the soft tread of our feet on the thick carpet broke the quiet.Two more Enforcers waited at the end of the hall, outside an iron door. My guide came to a halt before them, suddenly less sure of himself if his tone was any indication."The Hayle coven leader," he said. "To see... the Hayle coven leader."Snicker.It would have been funny, really, his confused tone, if this wasn't so freaking serious.One of the guards looked me up and down like he wasn't sure I was legit. Hello temper flare. Before he
It was almost dawn by the time Sebastian finished speaking and left the room to return to his casket. I found myself yawning and rubbing my eyes, sure I now had mascara and eye shadow everywhere, but not really caring.The others looked as weary as I did, so at least I wasn't doing the frazzled thing alone. As the Council filed out, I heard the gathered witches whispering.It wasn't good. Despite the testimony they'd heard, it was clear they were leaning the wrong way in our little fight. Not that I was surprised now that I knew Batsheva was leaning on them, but I was disappointed in the pack of sheep I'd spent the last two and a half days with.Baa.Home was a distant dream I stumbled into as the sun rose. Quaid guided me to bed and left me there, carrying my out-cold sister to her room before curling up next to me, my head tucked into his shoulder, where we both fell into death-like sleep.When I woke, I was alone, the scent of food making my mouth water. The time on the clock m
The Vegas unfolded, their ghostly shapes reforming to hang in the air before the sagging Enforcer. It took a moment after their appearance for the uproar to start.One voice spoke the loudest. "Necromancy is illegal!" Odette shook in her disguise, the glamour hiding her true form shuddering around her as if threatening to collapse at any moment. I'd seen what she really looked like and didn't want to repeat the memory, thanks.Mom's eyes were full of sorrow as they met mind and I wondered if Gram had gone too far. The guilt on my mother's face was so powerful I wished I didn't have to look."I am an Enforcer!" Pender's voice boomed through the room, silencing opposition. His shoulders straightened, face settling into firm resolution despite his pale skin. "It is within my right to call forth the dead and my job to uncover the truth through any means necessary.""Not if you're no longer in the Order." Dominic surged forward, tried to grasp Pender's arm, but the tall, thin man shook
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