I hadn't bothered to warn the two siblings about our mode of transportation, considering how they'd arrived in my life to begin with, though from the glaring anger on Trill's face when she stumbled forward out of the darkness I probably should have.Yeah, not.Shielding still firmly wrapped around the pair, I led our small group into the library and down the back stairs, to the entry to Liam's safe haven. Which I was counting on for Trill and Owen, too.He was waiting for me when I crossed the green barrier, arms wide as he hugged me, kissing the top of my head. I absorbed his warmth, the scent of him so familiar and wonderful, all fresh turned earth and fabric softener mixed with his own subtle taste. His smile didn't waver as he released me to hug Meira, stroke Sassafras's fur and nod to Charlotte before turning his attention to the newcomers.A quick introduction and I had him up to speed."Fascinating." He stared at Trill like he wanted to dissect her, or at least ask her a mi
I was already in the hall, heading for the stairs, when Liam burst through the barrier and caught my arm, turning me to face him. He didn't speak, just wrapped his arms around me, holding me with his whole body.One thing about Liam? He gave the most amazing hugs ever.He let me go then, with a farewell wave and a smile just for me. And while part of me was embarrassed and ashamed I needed such confirmation of his feelings, the truth was his love did wonders for my mood.And what right did I have, really, to be jealous? Considering my own personal predicament.Sigh.Though I intended to ride the veil to the mansion, when I stepped out into the open air I made a different choice. I had a lot to think about and the drive would give me time alone to work things out. Mind you, with Charlotte attached to my hip, it wasn't like I'd be going alone. But I was used to her by now, no longer feeling like I had to entertain her or anything. Liam dropped the van off at the house the day before
While I had intended to sort through my feelings about Trill and Liam and this whole mess, I instead spent the drive, silent Charlotte beside me, running through the entire family roster in my head and discarding each and every one of them in turn.The twins? No freaking way. Not only were Estelle and Esther creepy, though I now adored the two old ladies, they were the same age as Gram. Yes, there were older witches I could choose, but none of them really seemed to fit the bill. And the younger ones, well... they were all parents with small children. I had absolutely nothing in common with them and, aside from being family, I'd never made a real connection, not enough to call on one of them to be my second.It was a huge responsibility, taking on the job. I thought about Mom and Erica, how my mother chose her best friend so many years ago, when she herself was a new mother and sudden coven leader, Gram crippled by the Purities. Mom picked her not only because she adored her, but beca
A quick talk with Sebastian, Sunny and Uncle Frank in on the action, and I had them up to date on the latest."So these children Belaisle seeks," Sebastian said, pacing with a glass of wine in his hand. At least, I think it was wine. Ew. "They are somehow vital to the war against the sorcerers.""It's what the dream warning was about." I hesitated. "I've been trusting this maji," I said, not wanting to show weakness in front of the vampires even though I knew they'd be the last ones to judge me. "Maybe that's a bad idea."Sunny's arms went around me, hugged me even as Sebastian shook his dark head, eyes meeting mine. "The maji are creators, Sydlynn," he said. "The sorcerers, destroyers. And I believe Belaisle himself was enough proof you're on the right side in this."Exhale. Relief was a wonderful thing."Have you yet spoken to Miriam?" Sebastian set down his glass, the liquid shining in the light. Definitely wine. Though I still shuddered at the thought of the glass goblet full
I stepped into the Yard, exhaling a stale breath I hadn't known I'd been holding, feeling the cool of the evening settle around me. I'd done what I could to get through to Mom and though she'd left me high and dry, I felt better for having at least tried.Now I could act and not have to second-guess myself. Because the threat was real, even in Mom's eyes. Abandoning Trill and Owen to the Brotherhood was totally out of the question. And as I reached for the veil, my demon stretching her power to tear open the outer membrane, I had an epiphany.How many times had I acted on my own in times of trouble, times when Mom was aware of my actions, but unable to do anything herself? And in at least a few of those instances, I knew my actions were exactly what she needed from me. Was that my mother's modus operandi? Turning me into her hands when she herself was trapped without a way to resolve the issue because of her position?Not that I minded even if I should have. I'd found I was more o
Charlotte was waiting for me at the top of the stairs when I emerged from the basement. She touched me with trembling fingers, face pale in the low light of the tiny bulb over the oven, eyes frantic. But she calmed the moment our skin made contact, her hand clenching around mine almost painfully before she settled, taking a step back."Here's the keys." She handed them to me, no longer trembling, as though it was no big deal.I really loved her sometimes.Together we rode the veil to the library. This time as I entered the slice between planes, I purposely felt for the difference. Yes, it was Charlotte and the power connection she had to me muting the pull of Demonicon. Completely one-sided, formed when she bonded herself to me out of some misplaced sense of honor, it anchored me to her and, thus, to my home plane. My demon didn't complain either, and I considered the possibility Charlotte's connection to me was more than just a bond. Something much more.I really had to stop worry
The Morgan mansion towered over us in the darkness, empty and lifeless. It was clear from the dirt on the windows, normally polished and cared for, as well as the untidiness of the typically flawless grounds, no one lived here for quite some time. Not since Alison died, I was guessing. With Angela living in New York with her husband, Roger, the big house sat alone and tragic, the bones of a broken family left to rot.Alison was never far from my thoughts, and I tried many times to track her. But despite my efforts, I was never able to find her, not since she sampled blood for the first time, her echo enhanced by the power of the vampire essence inside me, thanks to Ameline's meddling. I could only imagine Alison found the taste to her liking. And since she no longer pursued me for the power I had inside me, it was clear she didn't think she needed it-or me-anymore.Talk about give me nightmares. Even the vampires didn't know what drinking blood would do to a ghost, especially one fed
He crouched in the back of the small closet, amber eyes alight with fire, body hunched and scrawny. His thin hands made grabbing motions before him as he smiled at me, white teeth flashing. The man who had led the Chosen, the powerful sorcerer who had tried to kill me twice and almost succeeded, was as wasted and pathetic as his followers."Demetrius." The last time I'd seen him, he'd fled with Batsheva. "Where's your mistress?" If that old (b)witch was in on this, I'd be more than happy to make sure she ended up minus a head.He shuddered violently, tears welling in his eyes though his grin, now manic, never faded. "She's gone, gone, gone, gone." He shook like a dog coming out of water, falling to his backside and kicking his feet against the floor, dirty flip-flop sandals flying free. I winced, seeing him crack and break, knew, though he had been mad before, he was now truly insane. His previous madness at least lived behind a veneer of absolute civility, an almost cheerful crazy t