The kitchen filled with the aroma of pancakes, soft talk in the late night/very early morning, the sky nowhere close to hinting at dawn. Gram wielded her favorite spatula like a weapon as Charlotte hovered by the door, staring out into the dark. Shenka squeezed my shoulder as she went about her usual business and I realized then, we'd made ourselves an oddly organized and predictable family. With a routine. I felt like the 50s dad who sat around while life went on without him, waiting to be served.Charlotte's low growl and subsequent reach for the door made me tense, only to relax as she pulled it open to reveal a yawning Trill."Felt a disturbance in the house," she said. "I take it something happened?"She listened quietly, helping herself to pancakes as I told her about Alison. I sighed. One more thing to worry about, one more loose thread I let fall and fray because I forgot or was distracted by other things."You need to let Demetrius take care of that echo." Gram slammed my
I retreated from the table, leaving them to talk, needing to escape, to spend some time alone. Especially after Trill's little reveal about me.A one-woman army. One maji?Whatever.As I settled cross-legged in the center of the pentagram, hoping the family magic would keep me safe if Alison made a comeback, a familiar furry form rubbed against me. Sassafras climbed into the hollow my legs made. I stroked his silver body, hearing his purr begin, but softly, without the push of magic behind it.We reached for the veil together, as though we thought of it at the same moment, tearing open the way between planes until my sister's magic reached back. Meira sat at a desk, watching us through the veil between worlds, large window behind her showing the multiple suns of Demonicon glowing, a frown of worry on her face."Are you all right?" She stood, approached the gash between planes. "Should I come through?"The touch of Ahbi's spirit flowed around me before retreating back to the edge
Sassafras wouldn't let me go off with Demetrius alone, scampering away to raise the alarm even as I hissed at him to come back. Within moments, Gram and Charlotte hovered next to me while Demetrius did a little hopping dance of frustration over the delay."Shenka." I met her eyes, saw her bend to scoop up Sassafras whose big amber eyes blinked slowly at me once.I didn't have to say anything else."We'll hold the fort," she said. "And protect the family. No matter what."Sassy's tail thrashed in agreement."Keep an eye on the Enforcers," I said. "They might try to push you. Don't let them."She grinned, a nasty expression as Sassafras hummed a growl in the back of his throat. "Might be fun," she said. Trill giggled behind her hand before sobering."We'll distract them, if necessary." Her dark eyes glittered in the light of the single bulb illuminating the basement. "My brothers and I have had experience with evasion in the past." I just bet. "Good luck."I could only imagine wh
Memories flooded me as I made that walk, of being a prisoner of the vampire queens. Forced to choose Batsheva's clan, to become a member, to take her fangs in my neck in order to survive. And almost dying anyway because I didn't learn how to live the games the two families seemed to adore.I felt my shoulders bunch as I walked. Had to force them down from around my ears, to breathe and stay calm despite the fight between rising anger and the absolute need to turn and run. I could only guess from Piotr's attitude toward me, something changed with Sunny. Either that or, like with Sebastian, she'd somehow been deposed. The very real possibility I was walking into a throne room ruled by a new queen suddenly made me feel so nauseated I had to bite my lower lip hard enough it bled inside my mouth to keep from freaking the hell out.My vampire remained silent, as wound up as I was despite her usual stoicism. Charlotte's almost constant chuffing behind me didn't help much. My only real savin
I let the shield drop completely as the vampires around me either collapsed or stood stunned, looking around at each other, blinking, waking as though from a terrible dream. Uncle Frank came forward, hugged me, tall, strong body shaking."Love you," he whispered into my hair before turning to Gram and hugging her, too.Sunny just stared at me with horror growing in her eyes, both hands clutching at her skirt, giant fistfuls of satin crushed under her grip. I stepped into her space, slid my arms around her and squeezed her, let her feel my love for her even as the gem with the taint pulsed softly in my fist.She hugged me back, but it took some time, hands finally releasing their death grip on her skirt, rising to press against my back, cold cheek on mine."Thank you," she whispered."Sunny," I leaned back. "What happened?"She shook her head, frown creasing her flawless face as she sank to the step behind her, head in her hands. "I don't know," she said. Uncle Frank joined her, t
Margaret and her band of unmerry Enforcers appeared shortly after we returned to Castle Wilhelm. She barely gave me time to pick up Gram. Watching the Council Leader glare at me from outside the castle gates as Sunny led me inside, I considered staying, just to piss the woman off. After all, she had no authority in Sunny's domain.But I'd stirred up enough trouble, from what I could tell, and I really didn't have time to play power games with a stubborn, old, British witch.Sunny hugged me as we prepared to leave, sparing me a few more minutes despite the fact a line of vampires, growing by the second, clamored for her attention."I'll keep you updated on Pannera," she said, kissing me softly on the cheek. "I hate to lose the day, but I have no choice." Her eyes seemed haunted to me, though her face settled into her usual calm and kindness. I worried Sunny might punish herself too much for what happened and promised myself I'd be back as soon as I could to talk to her and offer what
No rubbery membrane here, nor soap-bubble squeak. And no darkness devouring everything. Instead, when I stepped into the veil, a song welcomed me, a warm blanket and sunshine, a feeling of home like I'd never known before. When Demetrius had taken me to the vampire castle with his sorcery, I wanted to weep from terror and loss.This time, the tears rose from joy.We weren't in it long, the delicious place between my plane and the home of the maji. Just long enough I knew I would pine for the feeling for the rest of my life.Until I found my own way back. And then I might never leave.The feeling continued to a lesser extent as we exited the veil, the glowing seam sealing with a sigh of sound. I wiped at the wetness on my cheeks, unashamed as Iepa gently touched my hand."I know," she said in a voice vibrating with joy. "You are one of us, Sydlynn. This is what true power feels like."I nodded, unable to speak just yet past the lump in my throat, instead taking a moment to absorb
My woken anger snapped like a cheap bra strap. "You blame the witches for being afraid, for not acting." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm kind of seeing some parallels here, if you know what I mean."Another flash of a grin from Iepa. Okay then. I was really starting to like her.Why hadn't I noticed before how much we were alike?Zeon didn't react with anger, just more kindness, and I began to wonder if I could smother in it. The idea of living here, spending eternity here, wasn't as appealing as it had been. If a life of contemplation and inactivity waited for me in Center, I'd be making my home elsewhere, thanks."You made this mess." I shifted tactics. Let's see if guilt would help. "The sorcerers you created are trying to take over everything. And thanks to the way you made them, it's almost impossible for the other races to fight back."Finally, a flicker of answering anger from him. It didn't last. Zeon clasped his hands in front of his belly and sighed. I was getting