The edge of the park was wreathed in night when Charlotte and I stepped out of the veil on the other side of the family wards. One look around at the dark houses on my street and I groaned. It was three hours later here, well after midnight.Time zones sucked.That meant everyone was sleeping. I'd have to save hugs and hellos and gift giving for the morning. It also meant, to be fair, we had to be quiet going in. Hard to do when my family magic yearned for the center of my coven's power, Shaylee sinking herself into the ground to check on Gwynn and the Wild while my demon yammered to see Meira and Sassafras. At least my vampire, as quiet and calm as ever, didn't prod me.I appreciated her for her stoic nature. At least one of us had her head screwed on straight.Charlotte held the door for me, winding her way down the hall and up the stairs without a backward look. Leaving me to have a heart-to-heart with the fluffy silver Persian waiting for me at the back door. Sassafras stood up
If there were indeed levels of hell, doing laundry was one of them. I shoved a half-dozen pair of wadded up underwear into a drawer and said good enough. Who folded that stuff, anyway?I kicked the basket into my closet and closed the door before sinking to my bed with a sigh. Now for a nice, quiet afternoon catching up on my favorite book series-romance fanatic? Guilty-and snack on junk while ignoring the world for one more day.Alas, the best laid plans. How quickly life returned to normal.With a rush of power, three witches passed through the family wards, two of them tied to the coven's magic. The other one was still welcome by the power living in the house, though. Acceptable since she'd spent most of her life as part of the coven.I could hardly blame the family magic for welcoming my mother home.Bouncing down to greet them seemed a little over the top, but despite my previous expectations of the day to the contrary, I was really happy for the distraction. Until I spotted
Poke. Wake up.Grumble, mumble.Poke, poke. You must wake.Sigh. Breath.Gasp.I sat up and shot to my feet in the same motion, staggering as I fought for balance. But my physical body didn't matter.Didn't.Not when I couldn't feel my magic.Correction. Not all of it. Demon? Missing. Shaylee? Nowhere to be felt. Vampire?Yes, she sent. I'm here with you.Relief and panic and fear and burning rage heating to eruption warred inside me as I looked up and around the small stone room with the low slung bed and a black wool blanket. I saw the tall, thin window, old rippled glass looking out over what looked like mountains, a fat and heavy moon shining in on me.Mountains?A door squatted in the middle of the far wall. Thick and wooden, wider than I was used to, a round knob in the center of rough black iron begged to be turned. I stormed my way forward. Started to. Tripped over the rough rock under my feet, caught on the edge of the woven mat beside the bed. I just managed to ca
It felt like I'd been dropped into a medieval film set. Both sides of the vast room lined with vampires, a black runner bisecting the room to the two large wooden chairs-thrones, actually-at the other end of the space. A massive, round, stained-glass window took up most of the back wall. A moment of study made me shudder and look away from the violence depicted, a scene in stunning glass of death and destruction, blood spilled by vampires.Guess those were the good old days. Current law didn't allow them to feed from humans, even willing ones, at least not directly. Most clans, from what I'd been told by Sunny and Uncle Frank, had human servants who served as mobile blood banks, keeping the clan in donated nourishment augmented by blood brought in from hospitals and clinics and, occasionally, from animals.My eyes found Sebastian standing on the left, caught his gaze and held it a moment, though only a moment. I couldn't help but give him the once over, since he was dressed like some
I know it was childish, but the first thought to cross my mind after their identities sank in was how unfair my life was. Batsheva had been a dumpy, chubby woman with fake, dark blonde hair and weak blue eyes, face lined with those creases around her lips that made lipstick bleed.And Celeste? Yeah, horse-faced was my best description for the traitor the last time I'd seen her, the braid a thick weave of brown and threads of gray, reminding me of an equine tail.How come the moment they became vampires they were suddenly gorgeous? Celeste looked like an Amazon, but in a beautiful way, wide jaw now appealing, brown eyes with a hint of gold, her youth returned to her. And Batsheva?Drop dead hotness. At least, on the outside. No amount of spirit magic could make her attractive on the inside.My vampire sighed. You have no idea, do you?What?Regardless of my internal conversation, the world went on without me. Namely, the furious reaction Pannera had to Batsheva's little statement.
I wish I could say Mom's demand was met with reason, but vampires, it turned out, weren't the most accommodating creatures. In fact, they reacted en masse with shrieking defiance, blurring and rising themselves, wrapped in shadow, ready to start a battle.From the look on Mom's face, she was okay with that. And while I was infinitely grateful for the backup, no way was I letting her jump into something that could blow up in our faces in more ways than one."How dare you interfere?" Pannera rose, her long black hair writhing around her, navy blue gown rippling as though in a stiff wind. "Leave this place at once and never return!""Oh, settle down and take a seat, Pannera." Mom wasn't alone. A portly, older woman with a strong, British accent waved at the Queen as if her reaction was commonplace. The vampire hissed at her, but descended, though she didn't sit, probably out of sheer stubbornness. The round woman with the badly curled head of short hair and snapping hazel eyes fixed Ba
My vampire reacted before I could, an explosive gust of spirit magic shoving back the advancing undead with murder in their hearts."You touch her," the essence said through my mouth, "and you will feel pain the like of which there has never been."It probably helped the concussion of her attack had knocked most of them back, even leaving Mom and Margaret wobbling a little. The rotund European Council Leader spun on me with anger in her eyes, but Mom was faster."Shall we proceed with said diplomatic talks now?" One of her eyebrows arched artfully as she spoke directly to Margaret in a casual tone, as though the vampire Queens weren't of consequence.My mom was so many kinds of awesome.Margaret huffed a moment before shrugging. "Very well. I will moderate."Pannera sat back with a deep frown that did nothing to mar her beauty. "I will attend," she said.Batsheva looked like she was going to fight me personally only to turn away and sulk. "Wasting time," she muttered. "But fine.
Kind of miffed. I hadn't been spreading that particular fate of mine around and here was the vampire side of me spilling it willy-nilly. Okay, not so nilly. But willy? Yup, yup.At least from the startled look on my undead friend's faces the revelation was satisfactorily shocking. Enough to convince Sebastian to have my back?From the sounds of it, he didn't really have a choice.Sunny's flawless face looked so sad I hugged her, letting Sebastian go, breaking the bond as my vampire retreated again and let me take the reins."Syd," she whispered. "Oh, Syd."No crying. Damn her and her sweet sympathy. I was so over it.Yeah, right."Such a burden to carry alone." Sunny wiped at a crystal tear on her cheek, clearly not as concerned about the whole weepy thing as I was, making it harder for me to keep the grip sadness had over my throat from forcing me to sob."I wish it mattered." Sebastian's shoulders rolled forward and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked defeated. "W