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
Gram's arms squeezed me tight as I stepped through the veil and into the edge of the park. She must have felt me coming despite my attempts to keep her out."Girl," she whispered in my ear. "I worried.""Me too," I whispered back. "Still am."Gram leaned away, lower lip quivering a moment before she shook her head, frown pinching her brow. "She wouldn't let me near you," Gram said. We both knew who "she" was. And the way Gram said it sounded like Mom was in very hot water."There's more to it than we thought." I shared the understanding with her, the way Mom felt and Gram hissed, one hand covering her mouth."Miriam," she whispered. "Damn her. She could have told us."Instead of trying to do it all herself? Not a Hayle trait or anything."Her hands are tied," I said as I crossed into the yard, the wards welcoming me home. Gram followed, one hand sliding into mine as the grass swished under her fuzzy socks. I looked up to find Charlotte standing in the middle of the green space,
I was positive my life was meant to be insane at the best of times.And I guess I was okay with that.Demetrius's usual disappearing act didn't happen this time around. In fact, he happily ensconced himself in the basement, hugging me with tears in his eyes when I helped him set up a little space for himself with a "real bed" and "clothes of his own".One more heartache in a long list of them. But at least he seemed content to stay and I wasn't about to kick him out.Not when I knew I'd been needing him again, sooner rather than later. In fact, despite Demetrius's new digs, he was rarely home, more than eager to seek out the Brotherhood for me. And while I now worried about him, I knew I didn't need to. Demetrius might have reminded me of a scuttling cockroach lurking in the dark, but it was that very trait that kept him safe for so long.His poking about also meant I kept my nose clean. For now.I'd take it.My internet searches of the Brotherhood's corporation turned up fright
Book Sixteen: The Undying The sound of giggling witches filled my back yard. Giggling. And not young witches, either. The Lawrence twins twittered beside Talee Happern while Mary Gripper gossiped over her baby son, Alex, and how he was keeping her awake most nights.I did my best to plaster on a smile, hoping it didn't look like a grimace, wishing I was back at the gym. I'd doubled my efforts since the run-in with the Brotherhood, the twinge in my shoulder where Liander Belaisle shot me a reminder of just how serious things had become.Deadly serious. Like almost losing Charlotte serious. The weregirl kept her distance, watching from outside the party, eyes locked on me at all times. And though she was as protective as ever-worse, sometimes, it seemed-I sensed something was wrong with her. The way she flinched when I asked her a question or the way her blue eyes would fill with almost desperate anxiety.She'd been shot herself, at the doorway to death, only the wolf inside her c
I took a vacant seat and sipped at my water, just for something to occupy me. I felt the fine chain slide over my collarbone and I reached up to grasp the pentagram pendant Mom gave me as a gift years ago. I'd only taken to wearing it in the past few years, knowing now it held a part of her power in it. Power meant to protect me and bind me to the family. Even though she wasn't officially a Hayle witch anymore, the magic remained true to the coven.Thinking about Mom made me sad. We hadn't talked, not really, since my release from custody. I'd tried to see her a few times, but she refused. Any attempt to reach for her with power was firmly blocked. She'd made it very clear to me she couldn't be on my side anymore. The Council magic changed her, pushed her to the brink, forcing her to do its will instead of the other way around. Mom's deterioration was a clear indication, her premature aging and total change of personality frightening in its totality. I wished I could convince her to s
I gaped. For a long, awkward, uncomfortable moment that became more awkward and uncomfortable by the heartbeat. But I simply couldn't.Couldn't.Comprehend-Wedding?Damn it, girl, Gram's mind snapped in mine. You knew this.I looked up at her. What?Gram hesitated, face falling. Didn't you?Oh. My. Freaking. Swearword.Shenka's voice broke the stillness, though I didn't hear a word she said. Before I knew it, she pulled me to my feet, the happy, kind tone of her voice telling me she'd smoothed things over, though the shocked looks on the watching witch's faces had to reflect my own.Wedding?"Syd." Shenka pulled me behind one of the large trees on the border of our property and the park, one hand tight on my arm, a smile plastered on her face, a positive mask for the outside world while her magic wrapped me in a hug. "You didn't know?"Splutter. "What the hell?" Still trying to pull myself together over here. "What the freaking hell?""It's a really old law," Shenka said,
I left Gram in the kitchen, exiting into the driveway. I still missed seeing Mom's classic blue Mustang, her baby gone with her to Harvard. And I really needed to replace my own car Minnie, the electric blue Cooper a wreck thanks to explosives placed by the Dumont brothers.Did I have proof they blew up my car? Technically, no.Did I need it?Snort.Funny how the past flowed around me as I stood there, images of my old high-school boyfriend Brad and his big black truck, of Demetrius Strong when he was leader of the Chosen of the Light handing me pamphlets, explaining why I was evil and really had to die. Quaid on his motorcycle. I hugged myself, looked up into the gathering dark as the door eased shut behind me.I didn't have to turn around to know who stood there, unobtrusive, watching."What do you think, Charlotte?" I stayed where I was, making myself breathe, trying to keep the pressure of what I'd just learned from taking me to my knees. "Should I just cut and run?"I heard
Was it a bad thing I felt relief to leave the party behind as I tore open the veil and slipped through?Probably.Didn't keep me from diving into a possible adventure. In fact, as I exited the veil on the front lawn of the vampire mansion, I dutifully admitted I was happiest when I had a problem to solve. Not like it was a big shocker or anything. Quaid hit the nail on the head when he said I went looking for trouble.Well, not looking, exactly. But calm and peaceful didn't really do it for me anymore. And considering the fact every time I did fall into trouble there was an excellent reason for it with a so-far-so-good outcome, I wasn't complaining.Evasion Tactics Level: Expert.Seriously, though, I'd been very selfish letting this whole vampire silence thing ride. I loved Uncle Frank and Sunny, missed them with a pinch of regret so sharp when I thought about it I flinched. How had I let this go for so long without checking in?Life was complicated, but family was everything.A