If there was a girl inside Odette once who loved a boy, I saw a glimmer of her the moment Ivan Dumont emerged from Gram to face the Council. He stood tall and proud, regal even, a king among us, at least in his own estimation."Ivan." Odette's voice cracked, his name a croak from her lips. As she reached out toward him, her disguise slipped a little, enough the horrid, withered, and evil old crone behind the slim veneer of beauty she barely maintained showed through.Ivan sneered at her. "Odette," he said. "What have you become?"She flinched, cried out. "My love," she whispered."Love." He laughed openly, harshly. "I never loved you. You promised me power. That was all I cared about." His beautiful face twisted in hate. "Now look at you."Odette's howl of agony almost made me feel sorry for her.Almost.Now it was her turn to bury her face in her hands and weep while Ivan surveyed the crowd with his same look of superiority. I think I would have learned to despise my grandfathe
That was it. When the power snapped, it drove Batsheva back into her seat with shriek of rage. It was hard to keep my seat as the blood magic recoiled and drove into her body, pinning her to her chair while the entire room suddenly came awake, their siphoned magic returning in a rush of energy.Dominic turned to run for the now unsealed doors only to have his own Enforcers latch onto him and drag him back. Either they were no longer under the influence of Batsheva's power or they saw clearly where this was going and wanted to be on the good side for once.Batsheva lurched from her seat and pounced on Andre. I was so shocked by her choice, and obviously not the only one, I just stared as she jerked his head back, a silver knife pressed to his throat. Odette cried out in fear, reaching for her son while her glamour collapsed completely, leaving her twisted and hideous true form completely exposed.I'm not sure if Batsheva didn't think Andre had enough power in him to give her what she
Erica didn't get to go on, at least not right away. We all felt the ripple of blood magic suddenly tearing through the building, though it wasn't aimed at us. Within a moment an Enforcer raced into the chamber, blood on his face from what looked like spray."They've been taken," he said, desperation and fear in his voice. "Celeste and Demitrius Strong. And Dominic Moromond's life fed their escape."Quaid surged to his feet, face a mask of rage, but it was too late. He'd lost his chance at revenge against the male half of his enemy.Willa, Violet Rhodes's Council member, leaned in to whisper in Erica's ear and she nodded quickly."In light of these escapes as well as the loss of Batsheva, the main culprit in this affair, we are forced to act swiftly and without mercy. We will no longer be duped and will guard against such an attack at the fabric of our Council in the future. Evil is still at large and we will make it our task as a High Council to work together, to open regular dialo
I hurried down the hall behind the Council's exit, in yet another long corridor lined with wooden doors. It still wasn't hard to find the one hiding my mother-her power came through loud and clear.I paused at the furthest and knocked quickly, heart racing. I hadn't been allowed a moment alone with her since, almost an hour ago, she'd been led out by the Council to prepare for taking on her new role. My attempts to talk to her mentally got me nowhere so storming my way to her door was a last resort.We just had to talk about this.The door jerked open after a moment, the annoying little secretary standing on the other side, looking down his nose through his glasses at me just like before."Yes?"I rolled my eyes and held my temper. "I'm here to see Miriam Hayle."His rat-like little eyes narrowed. "She's far too busy," he said. "I'll schedule you an appointment for next week. If you think it's important."My jaw ached from grinding my teeth and not his irritating self into the g
The bench was cold under my legs as I sat in the back yard under the light of the bulb over the door. It had been almost twenty-four hours since the power transfer was completed and while I'd shared the family magic with Mom before, I didn't realize until I took on my half she'd only shouldered me with a portion of it in the past.I flinched from the memory of standing in the Council chamber, all those eyes watching and weighing me, as the power flowed out of Mom, happily through Gram and into me.One question was finally answered without a doubt as the surging Council power, the most I'd ever seen, burst into life the moment Mom was free. Stripped from Batsheva Moromond in that moment, it returned to the chamber in search of a new host.I wasn't the only one who gasped as sheets of red fire fought it, a battle waging overhead as Batsheva's blood magic fought to contain and control it.Now we know how she became leader, Gram sent. How she does everything. By force. And she's not re
One last grief.I hesitated in the funeral home parking lot, not sure I could keep moving after all. Mom's hand took mine, squeezed gently and I squeezed back. She'd come, no questions asked, just showing up that morning in the kitchen, and held me while I cried and fought to pull myself together.I hadn't seen Alison's ghost since the Dumont's attack and hoped her echo moved on. But for now, in the moment standing outside the place of the dead, I felt like the echo."You don't have to do this." Mom waited, as patient as ever. "Syd."I nodded, snuffling a little. "Yes," I said, "I do."My feet crunched over the asphalt, the small stones poking my feet through my shoes, anchoring me to the ground. My demon hummed softly in her sadness, Shaylee singing a gentle lament over and over again. As much as it could have been annoying, I took great comfort from the two of them and welcomed their pain into mine.Some things were better shared.Beth and Simon stood in the entry of the squat
Happy endings are highly overrated.With Batsheva still in the wind, Celeste, Ameline and Demitrius supposedly under her control, I couldn't help but feel like a ticking time bomb sat outside the sleepy confines of Wilding Springs, just waiting for an excuse, any excuse, to blow up in my face.At least they were weakened, stripped of coven power. Though if Batsheva was able to handle using blood magic, I had no doubt the others, the sorcerous Strong not included, would master it as well given enough time.Gram and I did the deed together, severing the absent Celeste from our family magic. I have to say it was immensely satisfying and would happily have welcomed her back just to do it again.And again.It was weird in the house without Mom around, but I was getting used to it. Though I can't count how many times I passed her room in the run of a day and thought about her.A lot.Even weirder, Mom took Meira with her. I knew it made sense, cried as my sister hugged me, her possess
Book Nine: Divided HeartI grunted from the weight of the suitcase as I heaved it out of the back of the van. What had I packed again? I didn't remember it being this heavy when I loaded it into the car only seven hours ago.Seven long and painful hours. I forced a smile as Esther and Estelle stepped up onto the curb, matching prim skirts and twin sets as much their uniform as their very comfortable looking shoes.They didn't smile back, but through my connection to them from the family magic, I was sure their flat expressions had nothing to do with how they felt about me.Well. Pretty sure.Charlotte didn't say a word as she popped out the handle at the top of the suitcase before standing just behind me, waiting. The weregirl's insistence on joining me as my bodyguard hadn't ended with me leaving for college. Quite the opposite. Here I was, first year at Harvard, and I had extra baggage outside my clothes and personal items.Story of my life.I kind of felt bad for Charlotte.