Charlotte looked ready for murder. Chances were she just needed someone to take out her nervous energy on. I was shocked she hadn't killed him already, to be totally honest about it. As she glared down at him he continued to smile at me, sweet face as creepy as ever, especially knowing what madness lurked behind his gentle eyes."Forgive me," he said, shuffling forward on his hands and knees to bend over and press his forehead to the top of my foot. "I told you the truth when we last met, I swear it." He looked up, a wide smile showing his perfect, even, white teeth, the scar marring his right cheek barely visible now he was human again and not in the demon form he'd been forced into. "You have an ally in Batsheva's clan.""You let them drug me again." I stepped away from him, not wanting him to touch me. Charlotte took my disgust as permission to reach for him and jerk him to his feet, almost suspended from her hand as she hoisted him away from me."I had no choice." His words sque
In the moment it took me to understand just how deep Batsheva's evil ran, Demetrius plowed ahead as if he hadn't just dropped a magical nuke in my lap."I helped her make a crystal of her very own." He shook his head, tsking. "Foolish. She used it in secret to drain Yvette's magic while they fought." Charlotte rumbled her unhappiness. Not that the vampire Queen was betrayed, I didn't think, but more so out of her inherent sense of fair play. "Batsheva defeated her, easy peasy lemon squeezy, then drained her dry. Slurp."Bile was the worst taste ever. I just wished I had control over its rise."Her crystal?" If I could get my hands on it... but no. Each one was keyed to the user. So no help there. But if I could somehow have mine brought to me, a whole bunch of new possibilities were available. That was, if it could break through the block from the powder. Though I had reason to believe that might be the case. After all, it allowed me access to my magic when I'd been magically smothe
Margaret left us, presumably to talk with her Council, and even though she'd come around, I was still happy to have Mom alone for a little while.She hugged me again, not letting go this time as she led me to a settee and drew me down beside her. The segment of her magic tied to vampire power, thanks to Batsheva herself no less, connected with mine and, in that moment, the world opened up again.Beginning with a very angry tirade from Gram.When I get my hands on that tart of a bitch with a capital 'B'-She wasn't alone.-can't say out of trouble for ten minutes. That was Sassafras, piggybacking into our conversation. I didn't mind. Not even a little.Enough, you two. Mom stroked my hair while I leaned against her and just let her be my mother. Syd's been through a lot in the last few hours. And none of this is her fault.Of course it isn't, Gram snapped. What's the hold up? Sassafras's amber magic snaked inside me. The moment it did, I felt his panic. I thought you were jus
Batsheva rambled for a while until even Celeste began to look embarrassed by her leader's behavior, all about her plans for dominance and what she was going to do to Pannera, to my mother, to Margaret, on and on in a spiraling downward vortex of cray-cray.I watched Celeste carefully and realized very quickly the force of power had shifted between them. Though Batsheva came across as the leader, from the moments of hatred puncturing her calm, it was clear Celeste now held the reins, allowing the other woman to act as some kind of deranged figurehead. And though I wasn't sure why, just yet, Celeste must have had a plan. Possibly with the help of the Brotherhood.Which meant she was now the more dangerous of the two.Hard to take Batsheva seriously anymore as she paced and snarled before cackling and twirling like a demented fairy tale princess in front of her mirror. Sad, actually. Depressing. As much as I was happy to see her go down, I wanted her to be aware of her fall. Her defeat
It wasn't far to go to the courtyard I'd seen in my mind. Good for the pair of vampires I held firmly in my grip. Not so good for the crowd gathered around the panting, snapping, howling mess of my bodywere.I emerged at a stomping pace through a half-open door into the chilly evening air, my breath escaping in a soft puff of white from my mouth as my heels clattered over the cobbled courtyard. The interior space was all stone just as the vision showed, tall windows high above blacked out, the clear sky sharply pinpointed with uncaring stars.The two vampires in my grip went sliding forward and crashed into their fellows as my vampire power propelled them along, the hovering mob hissing and swiping at Charlotte, glimpses of her through their milling bodies showing me she'd transformed into her werewolf shape. They turned almost en masse to glare at me, spirit magic flashing in flames and lightning strikes around them.Assholes. Charlotte crouched, clothing torn to shreds around her,
The words, "You can try," bounced around in my head the whole walk back to my quarters. Charlotte remained glued to me, blonde hair falling over her face. I stopped near the doorway to the interior of the castle, the cold air pushing against my back and confronted Sebastian with a glare I was sure surprised him."Jacket," I snapped.He slid it free, broad shoulders straining against his white shirt as he laid the velvet jacket around Charlotte's shoulders before bowing his head to me and backing away.A little respect? Yeah, I'd take it, though I wondered what the show cost him.I waited until we were behind the brand-new door a pair of human servants installed before turning on Charlotte and screaming at her.Well, screaming was a bit of an exaggeration. Talking very loudly and with great emotion while my body shook so much I could barely catch my breath was more like it.She took my anger and fear, finally uncurling from her hunch, Sebastian's jacket pulled tight around her. Wh
Though Celeste made a retreat, Demetrius still hung close, eyes watching her as she rounded the corner at the end of the hall before he did a happy dance, spinning in place."So, good news?" I started to follow Celeste, Charlotte behind me and he quickly kept pace."Very, very," he said. Danced again. Clapped his hands before covering his mouth with them, eyes huge. "Quietly," he whispered.Right. He scampered off before I could comment I wasn't the loud one in our little conversation. I decided to take it slow, even though I wanted to run to the throne room and thank the Queens for their questionable hospitality before blowing this place.Despite-or maybe because of-Demetrius's enthusiasm, my gut told me it wouldn't be so easy.If I had real doubts, they were answered by the look on Mom's face the moment I entered the throne room and began my parade down the center carpet. From Sebastian's grim expression to Sunny's tight-lipped anger, Uncle Frank's crossed arms and even Margaret
I imagined all the horrible things I could do to Piotr as I followed him, faithful Charlotte at my side, wishing for my demon and her very creative imagination. She always made plans for destruction so much more delightful.And bloody.The antechamber was plush, soft chairs and a deep sofa, a low table full of decanters and trays of food. Vampires ate, with gusto, if seeing Uncle Frank devour a burger was any indication, and wine was a favorite. But it wasn't likely this food was here for me. Probably for the two Queens.Knowing that made me lose my appetite.Mom didn't leave me alone for long, barging into the room, slamming the door closed on a very angry Margaret."You can't possibly be considering this," she said."Mom." I hugged her. "You have to let me go."Her instant argument hung between us without her even saying a word, but I shook my head and released her."No, Mom," I said. "Don't you see? The Brotherhood isn't just after a war between vampire clans."Mom shuddere