I fully expected the whole shebang to go kablooey at any second. I wasn't expecting, however, to die of boredom.Not right away, no. Not when Mom stood to give her welcome speech thanking the supernatural races for attending while I fumed and connived and tried to come up with a way to kick Vasyl's ugly ass without getting the werewolves in trouble.And certainly not when I finally came back to the present from a sharp prod of Sassafras's magic.You're supposed to answer her, he sent.What? Who? Nobody said there would be a test.I looked up and met Mom's eyes as she waited patiently, arm held out toward me.What the hell did I miss?Get up. Sassafras's voice grated in my head. Now.I scrambled to my feet, almost dumping him on his head, handing him off instead to Shenka. Okay, so she grabbed him from me before I could drop him. And stared at Mom, frozen.Syd, she sent. Your speech.My-Just repeat after me, my vampire sent. Welcome, most revered of all magic users, to my hu
I had no appetite, despite the delicious aromas floating around me. The main pavilion was now full of tables, stuffed with witches serving a variety of foods from all different cultures. I just couldn't bring myself to focus on dinner.Shenka bullied me into a long, black velvet skirt and silk blouse, my witch's uniform, the replacement pentagram necklace Mom gave me hanging around my neck. My second even put my hair up for me."Now you look the part," she said while Sassafras snorted.Didn't help Meira joined him in laughing. Charlotte, too. Nice of them to come and share in my misery, offering casual suggestions to "improve" my appearance. After the little run-in I'd had with Quaid, the last thing I wanted was to go through the dog and pony at a formal dinner."You have to go," Shenka said, Meira linking arms with me despite her height advantage, looking as stunning and scary as usual."Mom needs us there," my sister said. "Besides, I hear you're the guest of honor."Blech.At
I was so freaked out I didn't even think of the veil, instead running flat out with Piers beside me through the front of the large pavilion and to Mom's office.Almost colliding with Pender as he appeared in a flash of blue fire at her door.Gasping for air-I really had to start jogging again-I clutched at Pender's sleeve, heart pounding so hard in my chest I could barely think."The shards," I said as I pushed the tall Enforcer leader through Mom's door. She rushed forward, eyes locked on me as I panted and spoke again. "The mirror shards. Are they all accounted for?"Pender's frown of confusion turned to worry as he immediately fished into his robe and retrieved his. I'd seen it before, knew now there were many such shards, doorways to the Enforcer stronghold.To the place the battle between Dark and Light would be fought.I showed them both what the wild magicks had shared with me while Piers stood, silent and tense, at my side.Pender's face paled as the image of Belaisle ho
"It wasn't the conclave Belaisle was after," I whispered. "It was the stronghold."Mom cleared her throat, tried to speak. Fell still.I was such a fool. Idiot, moron. Why had I not considered this? Belaisle knew as well as I did where the last battle of ours was to be fought. And, until now, that battleground was in the hands of my allies.No longer. If I wanted to fight him, I had to go through his people first.Damn. It. All. To. Hell.And I'd been worried, the very first time I'd seen the mirror shard, when I'd been freed from the stronghold prison. Remembered thinking I should ask about the fragments, about how the mirror worked. Why didn't I say something to Mom then?As usual, my vampire sent, you are beating an undead horse.Sigh.In case you've forgotten, my demon sent, we'd just freed your mother from the Brotherhood and barely avoided being burned at the stake. We had a lot on our minds.We are all at fault if any are, Shaylee sent. Now, can we please focus on what
I sat, knees jiggling, as the gathering of conclave attendees settled into their seats, chattering and smiling, laughing and talking around me. Clueless. While my stomach flip-flopped like a suffocating fish.Shenka squeezed my hand, even her practiced smile tight around the edges.Sassafras crouched in my lap, ears down, whiskers sagging.Of course I told them. As soon as I walked through the door into our little quarters the night before, the pair of them pounced on me, demanding to know what happened.I almost forgot the wild magicks, now burrowed under my clothing, hiding, their sorrow infectious as I filled the pair in on the latest disaster. Sassafras's soft moan joined Shenka's gasp of horror, the Persian slinking into my lap to press his face against my stomach as his grief shuddered through him."He killed them?" Shenka's eyes flooded with tears, dark skin shining with tracks of moisture as she let them fall, unheeded.The Lawrence twins came to sit silently on one of th
Mom broke the conclave for a half hour to have a pavilion erected for the Brotherhood. I held my seat, eyes locked on the gaping hole where Belaisle and his people would soon emerge and struggled to keep my cool over Eva Southway's betrayal.She reached for me with her sorcery before I could decide whether Piers would still be interested in me if I murdered his mother.We'd lost anyway, she sent. And I, for one, would prefer to have Liander Belaisle in reaching distance.Except he's coming here with a plan, I shot back at her, hating she was right. And previous experience tells me whatever he has up his ugly designer sleeves will make your little attempt to corner him look like a sixty-year old pageant queen on crack.She laughed softly in my head. I've had doubts about my son's interest in you, she sent. And now I understand what he sees, what I missed. She paused. I have absolute faith you will prevail, Sydlynn Hayle. The rest of us are simply at your service.I glared at her ev
A second gaping hole opened and Piers Southway stepped through. From the easy grin on his face, he'd managed to listen in. Alone, towering over the shorter, more slender Belaisle, he saluted the leader of the Brotherhood."I think I heard a little birdie," he said. "She mentioned something about the empty plane. How it was once the home of all sorcerers." Piers stroked his chin with one hand before winking at the now scowling leader. "Does that mean I get to pick the paint color for my new room?"A titter of laughter raced around the tent. I could feel Eva's power pushing against her son, saw the flicker of anger on her face, but cheered inside as the young Southway did what his mother refused to do.Challenged the Brotherhood."Steam Union," Belaisle almost spat at Piers's feet. "You're not sorcerers. When you're not hiding in mouse holes, you're just lapdogs of the witches."Since when did witches and the Steam Union work together?Just petty jealousy on Belaisle's part, maybe.
My demon reacted well before the words Ameline spoke made it through my stunned mind. She lunged forward, taking control of me, driving my right fist toward the other witch's face.Ameline was clearly ready for my reaction, dodging to the side, though she underestimated my demon's speed. My knuckles impacted her shoulder as she twisted to the side, sending her spinning as my right foot lashed out and caught her in the ass, propelling her forward into a tree.Ameline spun, snarling, power surging."If we fight," she said, "it will attract the Enforcers. And this will be over before it began, the Brotherhood the victors. Is that what you want?""You." I cut the air with one hand, back in control as my egos boosted my fury. "Stay." I lashed at a tree, sending a vibration through it so powerful the top of the evergreen shook and swayed. "Away." A deep, rumbling tremor made Ameline stagger while Shaylee held me still. "From. My. Sister." I ended with a pulse of spirit power that took he