I didn't kill any of them. Pretty sure. But not one of my four attackers were able to get up when my vampire was done with them.The little skirmish only increased my annoyance, ramping up as I stalked away from their groaning complaints and stomped my way to the throne room. It had been converted into a banquet hall the night before and, from the look of the well-laden tables, this was to be another prolonged evening of dining and dissembling.Not if I had anything to say about it.Piotr hovered near Batsheva, standing behind her chair, glaring at me as I stormed my way into the hall and up to the Queen who was responsible for my safety."This piece of garbage," I jabbed a finger at him, "and his little friends attacked me on my way here." Piotr didn't react, though Batsheva's smile pulled into a false frown while Pannera watched with interest. Sebastian half-rose from his chair, but his Queen waved him back.Careful, he sent.I was done with careful. "What are you going to do a
One would think my friends would have prepared me better. Told me everything I needed to know about this challenge business. Who knew Batsheva could say no?You don't have any support in the family, Sunny broke through, voice low and anxious. She doesn't have to fight you.Thanks so much for telling me before I made an idiot of myself, I shot back at her while Batsheva slowly stood. Now what?Sunny didn't answer. But Batsheva did."Traitor," she said, joy in her voice as she slowly circled me, her vampires closing in while Pannera and her family fell back. All of them. Sebastian, Sunny. Uncle Frank.Uh-oh."Strike one," Celeste said.Syd, Sunny reached for me in desperation. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I never expected you to challenge her so soon. Syd... you have to run.I did not like the sound of that. Especially when the clan clustered closer, glowing eyes burning with white fire, fangs out, hissing and growling warning me I'd stepped in it this time up to my neck.As lon
I ran. I had no choice, no recourse. I could have fought, of course I could have. But even if I won, Pannera would have attacked me next for the power of the essence, law or no law. Especially after our little conversation about me taking the throne should I win.Even my vampire essence wasn't strong enough to take on two Queens.But I knew better than to teleport. Instead, just as Celeste's hissing whisper faded from her lips, I reached deep, drew my demon as far to the surface as I could and tore open the veil.I felt Celeste's hand on my neck as I tumbled forward into the narrow gap, barely big enough for me to squeeze through. Her grip slid, released as the veil slammed shut behind her.I hoped she lost a finger.Only problem was, my demon was now out of power and able to muster only enough to reopen the veil and toss me out before she lost consciousness. I staggered into the darkness, surrounded by trees, stumbling over a pile of rocks and to the edge of a very, very high cli
Shaylee's keening echoed in my head as I was pulled to the ground and pinned under countless bodies. I fought them, screaming in answer to my Sidhe's cries, my vampire pushing them away over and over as the clan rushed in and struck me countless blows."Stop fighting." Batsheva's laughter followed her order as my body went limp and unmoving though my mind still tried to move my limbs. Even my vampire was still, Shaylee's crying now, soft sobs, her power reaching out to support me though she knew the same thing I did.We were going to die and there wasn't anything we could do to stop it."Strip her clothing." Claws tore at my dress in response, slashing great rents in the fabric, pulling it free, exposed to the night air where I lay, shivering but motionless, looking up at the clear crystal stars while my brain spun in circles of panic.But my heart... my heart was quiet. Still. Calm. And, as Batsheva bent over me, her long hair falling to brush my bare shoulder, I felt my mind re
flashflickersparksilenceblackquietnothingNothing.***Something?I'm floating. Weightless. There is pain, but only peripheral, as though it's someone else's and I'm holding onto it for them.But no. This is what it feels like to die.I think I should be sad about it, but it's hard to feel anything. The world is a dull, soft place without edges and as I float, the pain fades too, leaving me alone.Alone. As I always knew I'd be in the end.That wakes something in me. I might be crying, but it hardly matters. No feeling sorry for myself in death. Won't do me any good.You cannot die, Sydlynn Hayle.I know her, the voice. The wavering image I can almost see clearly.Iepa. Her name is an effort.You are of the Undying, dear one. And you must survive.She should have mentioned that to the vampires. Before they drained me.Why are you haunting me? She needs to leave. There will be a light or something soon, I hope. To show me where to go.You are still in the veil
Light wakes me. Trill's glasses catch a little of it, reflecting over her brown eyes as she says my name, but I don't hear her speak until long after her lips have stopped moving. Makes me giggle, her soundtrack is off.Giggling hurts.An old woman joins her, hair tight in a red kerchief though sprigs of steel gray peek out along the edges. She has a very large mole on the end of her chin and I can't stop staring at it.More giggling. More pain.Trill's lips move. Time passes. I hear her words: "Is she going to be okay, Nona?" Fear in her voice. Yes, in her face too, as she pulls away her glasses, her brown eyes clear to me.Another face, this one with vibrant blue eyes, makes me smile. I open my mouth to say "Owen."And pass out.***My body rocks back and forth, something soft under me, daylight streaming in a window over my head. Hand-made quilt, the smell of the outdoors and cooking. The rumble of an engine, wheels over pavement.Darkness.***"-brought her as fast as we
I didn't have to tell them where I was going, what I was doing. The crowd at the door already knew. Backed off and let me enter, hands touching me, Mom hugging me swiftly, Meira, Liam. Uncle Frank almost crushed me he held me so tight, but I didn't mind."We should have stayed, fought harder." His words were muffled in my hair."You had no choice." I kissed his cheek and smiled. I could smile now that I'd decided what to do. "But I do."Sunny next, trembling, teary, but full of love. "I'll never forgive myself," she whispered."Silly," I said. "I feel the same way about me. For putting all of you in that position. I should have just cut and run instead of trying to play their game."Sebastian. He engulfed me in his arms, though his body was rigid. "I failed you."Damn them, all of them, with their guilt. Though I understood it, of course I did. But I needed them to suck it up if I was going to go back and do what I had to."Enough," I said, with enough force behind it they all s
I thought I was ready for anything. Sebastian and Sunny quickly filled me in as I arrived in the kitchen, that a battle had been fought and was now at a standoff at Batsheva's castle. Pannera had her surrounded, while Enforcers, at least according to Mom's intel, kept the war zone contained. It was clear Pannera wasn't about to allow Batsheva to keep the essence, though I was a little confused. Now that she had my vampire, why wasn't Batsheva able to defeat Pannera?There could only be one answer. And it gave me more hope than I probably should have had.We traveled together, a string of witches, vampires, a demon cat and one werewolf girl as I tore the veil open and pulled them through with me. The rubbery membrane welcomed me home, but the extra draw of it was lost thanks to all of the people I had with me. I'd never attempted to transport so many before, but no way was I waiting around because someone couldn't find a ride.All or nothing.The veil slit open, emptying us out into
How was this for a happy ending?Bittersweet, this walk down the halls of the newly restored mansion. I'd been through this before, but I knew this time, I didn't have anything hanging over my head.I loved Liam. But I was finally marrying the man I was meant to be with.The pressure was off this time too, our battles won. I could enjoy my wedding without worrying about Fate or the Brotherhood or Ameline looming in the near future.Awesome.I even found Wilding Springs was fine without the influence of the Gate, just as Fergus said. That it still felt like magic. Probably a combination of the century or so of the Gate's influence deeply mired in the whole town. Not to mention the presence of the Wild Hunt still snoozing in my back yard.And the coven.I didn't worry we'd have to move anytime soon. Good thing. I kind of liked being in one place for once.Made me think of Sonja, of Liam again. His mother disappeared after the night she met Gabriel. I tried to look for her, feelin
Another mirror. Another dress. Totally different experience.I stood on what amounted to a pedestal as at least a dozen or so giggling vampires tugged, pushed and laced me into the biggest, heaviest mass of fabric and jewels I'd ever seen in my entire life. The thing weighed so much I had to have my alter egos help me carry it so it wouldn't drive me to my knees.This was the punishment I got for picking out my first wedding dress alone.This one was, at least, the pale ivory I'd requested. White would have felt disrespectful to Liam's memory. And Mom happily acquiesced before losing her freaking mind.And when I appealed to Sunny for assistance in my mother's sudden loss of sanity?Yeah.I was surrounded by vampires, wasn't I?Shenka hovered, her ball gown sparkling, covered in as many gems as could possibly be stuck to her. Again Mom went with the jewel tones. I guess she figured a good idea was a terrible thing to waste.And considering only a handful of people had seen the
I sat on the side of my bed, looking out the window into the quiet street, the buzzing streetlight below me oddly comforting. I'd tried to sleep after returning home, put Gabriel to bed with Charlotte who met me at the front door after Sass, Galleytrot and I strolled home in the sharpening night air. Her massive scowl told me I was in horrible trouble as she took my son from me.Okay, so I didn't exactly put him to bed.Snort.Galleytrot and Sassafras naturally abandoned me for her room, leaving me alone. Which was fine, it really was. I had a hot shower, pulled on my favorite robe. Had a little cry. Not much. Just a pathetic little spill of tears I held over from the Gate.From Liam.And felt my heart ease at last.Wrapped myself in the love in my house, the people sleeping there. Shenka and Charlotte, Galleytrot and Sass. Gram and Demetrius. All of us, happy just to be home.But sleep wouldn't come. My mind struggled with belief. That Ameline was really dead. That Gabriel was
I looked down into my son's sleeping face before sinking into the rocking chair beside his crib and releasing of the last of my stress. He was really too big for the thing now, but I needed to do some thinking about a bed and a room for him and just didn't have the energy to deal.A soft, furry body landed in my lap, Sassafras purring as he kneaded my leg a few times before turning in a circle and settling himself."Nice to see them together again," he said.I knew exactly who he meant. Mom and Dad wasted no time taking off for Harvard for some private time. I blushed at the thought of my parents and what they were probably doing right now.Shudder.Galleytrot groaned from the end of the crib, eyes flaring with red fire as he looked up."What about you, Syd?" His rumbling voice shifted my shudder to a shiver. "Have you thought about a new mate?"Not going there. "I've been thinking," I said, totally changing the subject. Yes, on purpose. No judging. "About Gabriel and his power.
Meira grinned at me like it was funny. And it was, in a way. She sat behind Dad's old desk-Ahbi's, too-and bounced a little in the chair."Comfy," she said. Winked.Oh. My. Swearword.Dad laughed, hugged me abruptly. "Meems, pumpkin," loved his pet name for her, though I liked cupcake better despite years of protest, "I'm sorry to do this to you.""You've already apologized, Dad," she said, looking quite pleased with herself. Hard to remember she was only fourteen with that evil grin, hands rubbing together in expectation. "I'm going to do some housecleaning first. Then the real fun will start."I shook my head, giggling. "Just leave a few of the planes standing."She shrugged, inspected her nails. "We'll see.""I take it the Node is fine?" It felt fine, Demonicon still intact at least."It was in balance long before Ahbi took up residence," Meira said. "She was only just hitchhiking anyway."I looked up at Dad who sighed deeply, lines of anxiety leaving his face."You're cra
The sparkling kneepads attached to my heavy leather pants caught the light of the triple suns overhead as I shifted for the millionth time, foot bobbing on the end of my crossed leg. Sassafras hissed at me. The bobbing stopped.For the moment. The longer we sat here, the more agitated I felt. Didn't help it took Pagomaris an age and a half to dress me while Meira was being man-handled in her bedroom."Your demon form would be so much easier to dress, Your Highness." Hopefulness lit the aide's eyes as she smiled and scrunched her shoulders like talking to me as if I were a child would endear her."Not." I scowled at her. "Work with this or nothing." I gestured down at my human form.And she sighed.Gestured for her minions to come forward.Left me to them as though I was no longer worth her effort, returning to my sister who grinned at me through the open door of her bedroom.Argh.I did concede to shifting my size, remembering how small I felt next to Meira when she was in demo
I glared at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm not going.""You are." Sassafras growled softly at me before sighing heavily. "And so am I, remember?""They're not going to make you wear a ridiculous outfit and parade around like you're their property." More glaring.I. Was. Not. Going.Sass hopped down from the bed and waddled to my side, tail quivering. "You can't let Meira down," he said, leaping into my lap. I stroked his fur absently. "It would be a terrible thing for her to have to sit through Harry's marriage alone.""So maybe he shouldn't get married." Whiny much? But there was the crux, wasn't it?Today was my father's wedding day.And the last place I wanted to be was Demonicon. In fact, a hole somewhere deep and far away would have been preferable. Anything other than having to endure my father marrying a demon.That would be the end for Mom and Dad. The real end. And I didn't think I could handle it."Harry has made his choice," Sassafras said, meeting my eyes in the
I was already turning and moving back inside by the time Mom began her little speech to wrap up the trial. I had no desire to listen, moving on from it though Celeste's foul stench remained on me. A quick push of magic cleared my nose, clothes and hair of the stink, even as I strode with ever-increasing speed toward the back of the now-emptying chamber and the hall beyond.A startled Enforcer was the lucky recipient of the bag of marshmallows, slapped against his chest on the way by.I seemed to have lost my appetite.Was so focused on my final target I almost ran right into Payten when she dodged out of the shadows of an archway and stepped in front of me.My first instinct was to hit her so hard with magic they wouldn't find her body.Ever.Second instinct was to flatten her into a Paytensquish and smear her all over the floor with my shoes.Yum.Third impulse won, partially because I was a sucker for a sobbing girl, Enforcer or not.Hated enemy or not.She radiated grief,
I'd sat here before, on a bench in the Council chamber, watching a trial unfold before me, Shenka at my side. But this one was far different. I had no regrets, no old grief-at least not for the creature about to stand before my mother.Any sorrow I felt around Celeste Oberman centered on the Hayle family members she'd killed. Martin and Louisa Vega, the darling couple who loved and cared about me when there were times no one else in the coven seemed to. Sandra Crossman, leaving her husband, James, alone to raise their daughter.Old wounds long since healed over, but never, ever forgotten.Worse, Gabriel wasn't with me. Antsy pants wriggled my butt in my velvet skirt as I fidgeted and held him tight with my magic while he laughed at something and ignored me.My own son, a traitor.Sigh.Shenka squeezed my hand, smiled a little. "He's fine," she said."I know," I whispered back. Not needing to. We weren't the only ones chattering. The gathering for Mia's burning-it seemed so long