The leader of the Brotherhood didn't get a chance to pull the trigger. And neither did Demetrius make it to his destination. An outward blast of power sent me flying back, Quaid and Mia next to me, Demetrius falling in my lap as I landed hard between two of the towering crystal columns.We weren't the only ones. Sorcerers went tumbling like ten pins as a giant, black hole opened in the center of the roof, gushing iridescent light around the edges. Belaisle's lips moved as though he cursed, but the sound was lost in the roar of wind as three figures stepped out of the black hole just before it crushed itself out of existence.Trill stood in the center of the gap, long hair settling around her, arms dropping to her sides as she released her power. Owen stood next to her, gaping mouth and eyes no longer endless pits of darkness. The pair clearly mastered their abilities, tied them together even, but not without help. A third form stood between them, blackness and light all wound togethe
So black, so thick, the world was gone. And then light, thin and distorted, tinted deep purple, all around me. My vampire stood beside me, her white power flaring, stained by the crystal's heart. My demon and Shaylee both stayed close, back to back with me, a four-cornered star as we all peered outward into the dark.A shining light appeared on my left, floating toward me. When he came close enough to recognize, Demetrius's smile lit my heart, blue eyes as clear as any crystal, no sign of the insanity in control of his mind, the damage to his body not visible on him here. In this place.In the center of the heart of darkness.I felt it then, the subtle hum of it, the pull of magic feeding it. Felt it try to devour me, a slow and lazy suction until I showed it the flower of sorcery at my base, the black of its petals a perfect match for the crystal. With a surge of joy it welcomed me, reversed its process, now supplying me with power, siphoning it back into my various magicks, as tho
The world fragmented around me, slicing crystals bursting with explosive force. I flowed with them, from them, slamming into my body, the force of four souls coming together rocking my physical form even as I raised my arms and threw up my shields.Liander thought bullets were efficient. Flying shards of crystal would do the job just as well.Only problem, I had terrible aim.A crystal shard whispered past my ear before freezing in place, much as Trill's bullet had, my shielding catching the flying projectiles and then releasing them all at once to tinkle harmlessly to the ground. I would have loved to let them fly, but I had no way of knowing if they would take out friend or foe and I just couldn't risk it.The building below me groaned as though in agony as the power inside the black column vanished, the entire structure suffering from the loss. The feeling of my other egos remained with me, my magic intact, the petals of the dark flower at my base sighing shut, sated for now on
There was nothing left for me to do. Not while Andre swelled with power and Mia sagged, sobbing into her hands. While I hadn't done it personally, I had a hand in my friend's ruin.Sorrow washed through me as I turned, met Quaid's eyes. Saw his grief for his sister. Glanced over his shoulder.And sobbed myself, once. She lay crumpled on her side, bare skin pale, blonde hair spread around her, stained dark with her blood. Charlotte's stillness told me what I needed to know, but I went to her anyway. To confront her loss.Sassafras jumped down, approaching her face. Touched her nose with his small, pink one. Jerked back and hissed as he looked up at me. "Syd," he said. "She's still warm."Impossible. I fell to my knees, my power reaching for Charlotte. But she was gone, no heartbeat, no breath. And yet, he was right.She hadn't died from the bullet wound after all.Charlotte survived all this time only to die just before I reached her.Heaving sobs ripped me open as I fell over he
I was royally screwed. But I couldn't bring myself to argue, to say anything, standing there with Mia's hate battering at my shields, her weak power not even a threat, though her plan was.Just my freaking luck."I saw it clinging to you!" Mia battered at Quaid with both hands, fury almost enough, despite her weakened state, to break free of her brother's hold. "I know you influenced it, told it what to do. You're working with him, aren't you?" She wailed, a piercing sound before she jerked her body so taut Quaid almost lost control. "He's your pawn. I knew it. I knew it!"If only she knew how much I wished she was still in control of her family's magic."As the Dumont leader," Andre interrupted my grim plan to find a hole to hide in, "I resent such an implication." He turned his nose up at me. "As if anyone from our family would be in thrall to a mere Hayle witch." He sniffed, seriously offended. "Unthinkable."I'd give him unthinkable. Two minutes alone with him and he'd never t
"How long exactly were you in possession of the Dumont family magic?" Huan Wong glared at me over her round glasses, lips turned down into a grim half circle, wrinkles pulling at her pale yellow skin.Oh. My. Swearword."For the last time," I said, temper showing as I snapped my response, "I was never, at any time, in control of another family's power."What, telling them sixteen million times wasn't enough? Sixteen million and one it was.The entire line of Councilors, Mom included, towered over me in their high and mighty seats while I sat on a low bench in the middle of the chamber, enduring my third round of interrogations since Pender kindly but firmly escorted me to Harvard."I'm so sorry," he said. "But I'm under orders."I could still hear Charlotte's howls as he took me away, leaving her behind. And they hadn't let her or anyone else near me since. Three rounds, three days. Oh, I wasn't a prisoner. They assured me of that the moment I was escorted through the Council mai
Pender let me walk ahead of him, didn't try to touch or escort me. Must have known any attempt would be rejected. It was a short walk, but felt like forever, my feet making dull taps against the old tile floors. University Hall stretched most of the length of Harvard Yard, and the magic floor reserved for the Council ran with long, empty corridors, large windows looking out over the green space. I glanced outside as I walked, gaze traveling over the trees and grass, the sight of late term students going about their lives below stirring my sadness at last.We'll be fine, my vampire sent, my demon hugging me, Shaylee singing softly as she stroked my mind. The family magic coiled around me, embracing all of us as we passed around the corner and headed for the Council doors.I know, I sent back, letting them feel how much I loved them. We're sure, then? They were all very aware of the choices I'd made, the decisions I'd come to. They'd helped me reach them. We are, they said in unison
Mom wasn't about to let me off so easy. I'd just stepped outside the front doors of University Hall, preparing to find a quiet place to tear open the veil and just go the hell home when her mind latched onto mine.Not gently. Not kindly. With force.My office, she sent. Snarled, really. Now.First impulse? Smartass answer.Second impulse? Ignore her and get the hell out.Third impulse won. I trudged across the Yard, the frayed edges of my give a damn hanging around me. All through the last three days I'd been hoping Mom's angry front was just that-a front. A mask to keep the other Council members happy.But now that I'd felt her mind, heard and touched how real it was, my own anger flared bright and eager for a target.This really is a bad idea, my vampire sent.No hitting, Shaylee added.No mercy, my demon growled.They were all kinds of helpful.It was only the layers and layers of shielding I built keeping me from imminent explosion. When I focused on my energy, my temper