I had to see Gram, even if it was only for a moment or two before running off on yet another mad mission. Yes, I could tell from our mental connection she was fine, but after putting her and the rest of the coven in harm's way, I needed to see for myself.A quick stop at the house found it dark, but only because she was in the basement. And she wasn't alone. I felt them all reach for me as I walked into the kitchen, their relief, the hug of the family magic pulling me close and helping to calm me down way more than anything I could have accomplished on my own.I left Demetrius at the table with Charlotte to watch over him and descended the stairs into the crowd of witches circling the pentagram. My grandmother stood in the center of it, mismatched sweater and very loud pink pants worn as casually as the highest fashion. I knew part of her peculiar behavior was a mask, a way for her to hide from the world just how much of her still lurked inside, but even I had no idea if the brief
I was still trying to decide if marching down to the house was the best course of action when I felt someone reach for me. It was only the barest flicker of a touch, hardly there at all. And if I hadn't been out in the open, mind focused and power gathered, I probably would have missed it.Reaching back for whoever it was gave me nothing."There, see?" Demetrius did a little dance before me. "Told you. Get a crystal now. Then fix me!""Hang on." I waited for a repeat connection. Whoever it was, there hadn't even been enough contact for me to identify the power source. Was I imagining things?Nope, there it was again. I dove after the thin, fragile thread of demon magic, finding Sassafras, Meira boosting him. His power latched onto mine, but so weak, as though he were too far for me to reach.Or behind the Sidhe wards.My heart stopped, pounded once as the thread strengthened and suddenly surged to life, my demon cat yelling my name.Sass. I cut him off. What's wrong? Please, ple
Angry? What was angry? Raging? Had nothing on me. More like a pyroclastic meltdown with a side order of hell no.I was not pacing the thick, cream carpet of a second floor bedroom with my hands so tightly fisted I couldn't feel them anymore. Nor was my wereguard prone on the matching comforter with some kind of liquid metal shoved in her mouth and wrapped around her head, the same oozing stuff pinning her arms and legs so tightly all she could do was tremble and stare at me with desperate eyes.No, we were not trapped, prisoners, turned in by the very two kids I'd done everything I possibly could in my power to keep safe.Hell. No.Maybe if I'd had access to my magic, things would have turned out differently, though part of me doubted it. Not after Trill's blatant betrayal pinpointed our location. Charlotte tried to save me, diving in my way, yelling for me to run even as Demetrius's keening echoed in my head as he rushed the two sorcerers coming my way.I couldn't leave them, but
Not even I could stay mad after that. The thought of Belaisle having Gram in his clutches made me weak with fear. I could only imagine how the Zornovs felt. I'd grown up supported and loved and sheltered whether I liked it or not.All they had was each other. And their Nona."You weren't supposed to be here." Trill shrugged, without anger, without much of anything resembling emotion considering the bombshell she'd just dropped. Though I could only assume some kind of firestorm waited to be born. "Belaisle said if anyone interfered, he'd kill Nona. That we had to cooperate or she was dead." Trill wrung her hands together, voice still calm while her body struggled to express something, anything. "I had to turn you in when your power touched mine." She met my eyes, glasses a little fogged around the edges from the remains of her tears. "You would have ruined everything."Deep breath. Let it out. And my bubbling fury with it. All of it, down to the ground, until I felt clean, purified b
I credited the fact my powers were cut off, since I didn't feel a surge of nausea at her words. And yes, I'd heard the geas thing before and was fairly certain it was true. That sorcerers forced a witch to use her power to convince every witch thereafter the use of blood-creation-magic was evil and the very worst crime someone could commit.Still. The idea I'd have to use it... she couldn't be serious.Trill must have seen my reluctance. She scrunched her nose at me, glasses twitching, before she sighed and crossed her arms over her chest. "This is how things are," she said, her no-nonsense attitude reminding me of Sassafras. "Crash course, pay attention." Owen shook his head with a little smile. He might have been used to her, but she was pushing her limits with me. If I hadn't needed the information, we'd be having a serious talk about her abrasive nature."The maji created everything," she said. "From witches to the Sidhe." I still struggled with the mythos, but let her go on. "F
Pacing, it turned out, might be great for letting out extra energy, but it did nothing to quiet my mind. It did do wonders for distracting me from what was important, though. Like the fact we were about to have visitors. If it wasn't for Charlotte's sudden rise in anxiety, I would have been caught completely flat footed. As it was, I barely had time to spin and lunge for the door before it opened and closed again, a large tray of food slid inside in record time before the way out was resealed against us.Though my stomach ached with hunger, I refused to eat, not trusting what the sorcerers might have done to the food. That didn't stop Owen and Trill from helping themselves. To avoid temptation, I crossed to Charlotte and sat next to her, one hand on her shoulder. She seemed to calm under my touch as I fingered the crystal in my pocket.And shook myself. "Owen," I held up the rock, glowing blue in the light, "can you free Charlotte with this?"He stood, half a sandwich in one hand, m
This trip through the house was a little different. No sneaking, for one thing. Though the view wasn't much better, in my opinion. Seen one multi-million dollar mansion, seen 'em all.And, not a shocker, I ended up back in the central office with the big skylight and the cabinet full of crystals. My heart did an "oh noes" when I entered and found Belaisle standing in front of it, hands clasped behind his back, staring through the glass at the collection.He knew.We were screwed.But when he turned to face me, his silken, well-oiled smile on his lips, he simply gestured for the goon to leave us as he crossed to his desk, an ornate and oppressive piece of posturing furniture, perching himself on the edge of it with flair.Sigh."Welcome to my home, Miss Hayle," he said. "How lovely for you to visit. I hope you're enjoying your stay?"Arrogant ass. "Not so much," I said, my best casual chic mustered at the last moment despite the fact I wanted to jerk the ugly clump of hair from h
My imminent death should have given me more concern than it did. If only I could die. These schmucks were obviously totally unaware. Turned out Belaisle's files weren't quite as accurate as he thought they were.Creep.The pair guided me toward the back of the house, near where we'd entered in the first place. I needed to figure out a way to break free of their magic, only able to use wishful thinking they might slip up and take me outside.Even they weren't that stupid. Or arrogant. Or any combination of the two.Was still worth hoping though.Instead, they led me into the large, stainless-steel kitchen and toward what had to be the basement door."How you want to run this?" Bruno, had to be. The big lug-like sorcerer goon's voice made me shiver, my head still so heavy my eyes were forced to observe the floor under me as they half-carried me along between them.Emil, his long and lanky partner, shrugged, the feeling of his action running up my arm he clutched too tightly. "Drow