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
I slammed up a ring of demon shielding around the pair of us to keep her from attacking my family and dove right at her.Yeah, I was ready. She wasn't exactly hard to read.Instead of attacking her directly, I let my vampire do it. Called to her as I had before, this time ready to grab onto her as she emerged.Batsheva fell as I dodged, landing on all fours, turning to roar, glowing with the magic of the clan. But she doubled over when she tried to rise, my vampire pulling free again, leaning toward me as I reached with the spirit magic of the Hayle family and connected with her.Only for a moment before Batsheva stuffed her down again. But enough I knew this was going to work.Over and over Batsheva struck at me, while over and over I called out the essence to come back to me. Panting and sobbing her rage, the Queen finally collapsed to the ground, writhing as the clan power fought against the essence of the vampires for control. I let the shielding drop and turned to Demetrius w
Funny to find myself in my old quarters again, sitting on a chair, looking out the window, waiting for the party to start. Only this time I was the one calling the shots.I just wished I could promise everyone a happy ending.A short detour on my way to my room, while Piotr was ordered to call on all of the clan leaders to come to be adopted by their new Queen, had me standing in front of the portrait I'd seen earlier. The one that broke my heart. Charlotte hovered behind me, face expressionless as I stared up at the face I knew so well, wishing there was another way to end this conflict once and for all.But there wasn't. And sacrifices had to be made. Though I really hoped I wasn't ruining something truly amazing because I had to have support against the Brotherhood.Responsibility sucked sometimes.The family waited for me in my old room after I turned down Batsheva's Queenly quarters with disgust. No way was I letting her smarm rub off even an iota more than it already had. Ma