I picked up Shenka and Sassafras on the way to see Mom. Neither of them questioned my reasoning or asked where we were going until we sat in Mom's office. And not alone. Our little group had assembled yet again, Eva Southway's sorcery blocking off the room for privacy.Because it didn't really matter at this point if the rest of the conclave knew we were talking. Belaisle's little show and Iepa's matching tell had blown the lid off everything.When I laid out the way I saw things to Mom and the others, my mother sighed and sank back into her chair."While I agree with you," she said, "what you're suggesting is complicated."Uncle Frank snorted. "That's a nice way to put it," he said. "Syd's about to start an international witch war in front of every High Council on the plane and you think it's complicated."I rolled my eyes at him. "It won't be seen as interference if it works," I said. "Margaret will be free to say so.""Wherein lies the issue at hand," Sunny said. "I don't mean
Piers walked me back to the pavilion alone. Shenka was already gone, chasing after Tallah, and Sassafras stayed with Mom. I wondered where Gram and Varity had gotten to, worry spiraling into a normal tornado of "holy crap what now" and "sigh"."I hope you think about what I said earlier," Piers said as I stopped at the entry.Huh?Oh, right. The love thing again.He bent, kissed my forehead, warm and tingling as his sorcery nuzzled against mine. It was the first time my normally hungry power blossomed and woke without trying to devour everything around it, instead accepting the touch of his magic."We make a great team," he whispered against my skin. "When you wake up, I'll be waiting." With that, he strode off into the darkness.Guys were always doing that to me, damn it. Kissing me and leaving with some stupid line for me to mull over.Jerks.The twins fluttered around Demetrius who shoveled food into his face like he hadn't eaten for a week. I gaped at him a moment before ru
If I had to sit through the creation of one more silly law, I was going to attack Applegate openly just to get the party started."Surely you agree," a portly witch with a strong Spanish accent, a coven leader from the South American territory, appealed to first her Council and then to Mom. "Adding this clause to present law will ensure the purity of witch blood."I rolled my eyes, lower lip aching from all of my irritating chewing. At least they weren't talking about the power reveal yet. Petty lawmaking could go on all day as far as I was concerned. Anything to keep the gathering from passing legislation on exposing us to normals.Mom's sigh was unheaved, but I heard it in her voice. "I understand your concern," she said while I tossed my hands in the air before I could stop myself. "And though I really do believe your worries that dogs and cats," snort, okay, it was kind of funny for all that, "will rise and try to seize power from our kind, I'm comfortable accepting your additio
Tried to.So. Much. Resistance. The very plane fought me, the feeling of the stronghold pushing back so powerful I gasped for air. But held on, poured everything I had into it, and more.Much more.Mom fed me magic, a living stream of it, joined almost immediately from Bindi Braylen and her people. The Australian Council Leader nodded to me scowling at her counterparts."What are you waiting for?" She stood, swaying as we pulled on her Council power. "A witch is under attack. Defend her!"They did, at last, their power joining us, though much slower than the Sidhe who leaped to assist, even Aiolainn, though I was sure only because Niamh sat beside her, hissing in her ear. The werewolves offered what they had, the soft iridescence of their power golden around the edges. And Meira, my sister, tore a hole in the veil and offered me Ahbi.Meems, no, I sent. The Node. And opening herself like this made her vulnerable to Ameline.Will be fine, she sent back. Crush him like a bug.I t
I released the others, not needing them any longer, feeling Trill linger the longest even as I shoved Ameline away from me when I felt her trying to siphon more power.The dark maji shrugged and offered a little smile like she had to try.I'd give her something to siphon.I tried not to think about the charred remains of Vasyl as Enforcers rushed forward and removed his body or the paleness of Applegate's face when Mom rushed to her and bent over her prone form.Instead, I focused on the quiet in my mind where Varity had been. Grasped for Gram's hand. Felt the old Enforcer leader's heart beat on the other side, just enough, her connection to Gram telling me she was fine.Better, was there, safe and sound, when she burst through into our plane and her energy hugged me.Awesome. Gram sank down to the bench, still clutching Sassafras. I sent her a magical kiss on the cheek before facing off with the silent, shaking and finally clued-in witches who watched in horror."Darkness is co
"This could be very bad," I said as I sank into the chair across from Mom. "You realize this will probably blow up in our faces."My sister snorted as she reclined in another chair, huge platform boot bobbing on the other end of her crossed knee. "I don't see how the downfall of the Brotherhood is that big of a deal."Mom sighed. "It's not the Brotherhood we have to worry about," she said as her eyes tightened. "I'm all for wiping their asses from every plane permanently."Vicious."But it's not the guilty who I'm concerned for," Mom said. "We've effectively passed a law allowing witches and the other races to kill anyone they even suspect might be Brotherhood."Eva Southway squirmed in her seat, skin drawn and pale, both eyes ringed in black as though the power of the Brotherhood punched her in the face. At least she was alive after the backlash of Piers's attack knocked out her and her sorcerers. "My people will be at risk," she said. Sounded very unhappy, not that I blamed her.
I left them to hash it out, no longer feeling like they needed me. Mom would fill me in later and I really needed to just get out of there, catch some air.The giant central tent was already being disassembled, the walls on one side coming down. I skirted a group of witches folding and compressing the fabric into small squares which then vanished in pops of blue fire.Time to go home and sort through what happened here. Make a plan.Or curl up in a ball in my jammies with a carton of ice cream and a funny movie.Perfect.Except perfect wasn't about to let me have my retreat moment. At least, not yet. Not when I was cut off as I strode for my pavilion, wondering if Shenka had finished packing up yet.Trill grabbed me, pulled me into a fierce embrace. "Thought we lost there for a minute," she whispered.I grinned at her brothers, as Owen came to hug me. He'd grown a lot, as tall as I was, now, at height with Apollo. I released the younger Zornov and accepted a kiss from the older
Endings can be bitter or sweet. I chose sweet.Though the stronghold remained in the hands of the Brotherhood, that was all they managed to hold. I had no idea what kind of friends Piers hung out with, but the term "hacker" seemed to fit.How did I know? Coterie Industries took a nose dive only weeks after conclave ended and, from what I could tell, was about to collapse altogether under allegations of fraud and deception.The other Councils kept Mom-and through her, me-in gleeful information, mostly about the uncovering of Brotherhood members scattered through all territories. I had no doubt, with the loss of Mom not so long ago, Belaisle planned to infiltrate another Council to balance his hold on Applegate.Now he wouldn't get the chance.Most of the fleeing Brotherhood members did manage to escape, though, from the sick look on Mom's face the time or two I was present when she received mental updates, I didn't want to know what the witches did to the sorcerers they managed to
How was this for a happy ending?Bittersweet, this walk down the halls of the newly restored mansion. I'd been through this before, but I knew this time, I didn't have anything hanging over my head.I loved Liam. But I was finally marrying the man I was meant to be with.The pressure was off this time too, our battles won. I could enjoy my wedding without worrying about Fate or the Brotherhood or Ameline looming in the near future.Awesome.I even found Wilding Springs was fine without the influence of the Gate, just as Fergus said. That it still felt like magic. Probably a combination of the century or so of the Gate's influence deeply mired in the whole town. Not to mention the presence of the Wild Hunt still snoozing in my back yard.And the coven.I didn't worry we'd have to move anytime soon. Good thing. I kind of liked being in one place for once.Made me think of Sonja, of Liam again. His mother disappeared after the night she met Gabriel. I tried to look for her, feelin
Another mirror. Another dress. Totally different experience.I stood on what amounted to a pedestal as at least a dozen or so giggling vampires tugged, pushed and laced me into the biggest, heaviest mass of fabric and jewels I'd ever seen in my entire life. The thing weighed so much I had to have my alter egos help me carry it so it wouldn't drive me to my knees.This was the punishment I got for picking out my first wedding dress alone.This one was, at least, the pale ivory I'd requested. White would have felt disrespectful to Liam's memory. And Mom happily acquiesced before losing her freaking mind.And when I appealed to Sunny for assistance in my mother's sudden loss of sanity?Yeah.I was surrounded by vampires, wasn't I?Shenka hovered, her ball gown sparkling, covered in as many gems as could possibly be stuck to her. Again Mom went with the jewel tones. I guess she figured a good idea was a terrible thing to waste.And considering only a handful of people had seen the
I sat on the side of my bed, looking out the window into the quiet street, the buzzing streetlight below me oddly comforting. I'd tried to sleep after returning home, put Gabriel to bed with Charlotte who met me at the front door after Sass, Galleytrot and I strolled home in the sharpening night air. Her massive scowl told me I was in horrible trouble as she took my son from me.Okay, so I didn't exactly put him to bed.Snort.Galleytrot and Sassafras naturally abandoned me for her room, leaving me alone. Which was fine, it really was. I had a hot shower, pulled on my favorite robe. Had a little cry. Not much. Just a pathetic little spill of tears I held over from the Gate.From Liam.And felt my heart ease at last.Wrapped myself in the love in my house, the people sleeping there. Shenka and Charlotte, Galleytrot and Sass. Gram and Demetrius. All of us, happy just to be home.But sleep wouldn't come. My mind struggled with belief. That Ameline was really dead. That Gabriel was
I looked down into my son's sleeping face before sinking into the rocking chair beside his crib and releasing of the last of my stress. He was really too big for the thing now, but I needed to do some thinking about a bed and a room for him and just didn't have the energy to deal.A soft, furry body landed in my lap, Sassafras purring as he kneaded my leg a few times before turning in a circle and settling himself."Nice to see them together again," he said.I knew exactly who he meant. Mom and Dad wasted no time taking off for Harvard for some private time. I blushed at the thought of my parents and what they were probably doing right now.Shudder.Galleytrot groaned from the end of the crib, eyes flaring with red fire as he looked up."What about you, Syd?" His rumbling voice shifted my shudder to a shiver. "Have you thought about a new mate?"Not going there. "I've been thinking," I said, totally changing the subject. Yes, on purpose. No judging. "About Gabriel and his power.
Meira grinned at me like it was funny. And it was, in a way. She sat behind Dad's old desk-Ahbi's, too-and bounced a little in the chair."Comfy," she said. Winked.Oh. My. Swearword.Dad laughed, hugged me abruptly. "Meems, pumpkin," loved his pet name for her, though I liked cupcake better despite years of protest, "I'm sorry to do this to you.""You've already apologized, Dad," she said, looking quite pleased with herself. Hard to remember she was only fourteen with that evil grin, hands rubbing together in expectation. "I'm going to do some housecleaning first. Then the real fun will start."I shook my head, giggling. "Just leave a few of the planes standing."She shrugged, inspected her nails. "We'll see.""I take it the Node is fine?" It felt fine, Demonicon still intact at least."It was in balance long before Ahbi took up residence," Meira said. "She was only just hitchhiking anyway."I looked up at Dad who sighed deeply, lines of anxiety leaving his face."You're cra
The sparkling kneepads attached to my heavy leather pants caught the light of the triple suns overhead as I shifted for the millionth time, foot bobbing on the end of my crossed leg. Sassafras hissed at me. The bobbing stopped.For the moment. The longer we sat here, the more agitated I felt. Didn't help it took Pagomaris an age and a half to dress me while Meira was being man-handled in her bedroom."Your demon form would be so much easier to dress, Your Highness." Hopefulness lit the aide's eyes as she smiled and scrunched her shoulders like talking to me as if I were a child would endear her."Not." I scowled at her. "Work with this or nothing." I gestured down at my human form.And she sighed.Gestured for her minions to come forward.Left me to them as though I was no longer worth her effort, returning to my sister who grinned at me through the open door of her bedroom.Argh.I did concede to shifting my size, remembering how small I felt next to Meira when she was in demo
I glared at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm not going.""You are." Sassafras growled softly at me before sighing heavily. "And so am I, remember?""They're not going to make you wear a ridiculous outfit and parade around like you're their property." More glaring.I. Was. Not. Going.Sass hopped down from the bed and waddled to my side, tail quivering. "You can't let Meira down," he said, leaping into my lap. I stroked his fur absently. "It would be a terrible thing for her to have to sit through Harry's marriage alone.""So maybe he shouldn't get married." Whiny much? But there was the crux, wasn't it?Today was my father's wedding day.And the last place I wanted to be was Demonicon. In fact, a hole somewhere deep and far away would have been preferable. Anything other than having to endure my father marrying a demon.That would be the end for Mom and Dad. The real end. And I didn't think I could handle it."Harry has made his choice," Sassafras said, meeting my eyes in the
I was already turning and moving back inside by the time Mom began her little speech to wrap up the trial. I had no desire to listen, moving on from it though Celeste's foul stench remained on me. A quick push of magic cleared my nose, clothes and hair of the stink, even as I strode with ever-increasing speed toward the back of the now-emptying chamber and the hall beyond.A startled Enforcer was the lucky recipient of the bag of marshmallows, slapped against his chest on the way by.I seemed to have lost my appetite.Was so focused on my final target I almost ran right into Payten when she dodged out of the shadows of an archway and stepped in front of me.My first instinct was to hit her so hard with magic they wouldn't find her body.Ever.Second instinct was to flatten her into a Paytensquish and smear her all over the floor with my shoes.Yum.Third impulse won, partially because I was a sucker for a sobbing girl, Enforcer or not.Hated enemy or not.She radiated grief,
I'd sat here before, on a bench in the Council chamber, watching a trial unfold before me, Shenka at my side. But this one was far different. I had no regrets, no old grief-at least not for the creature about to stand before my mother.Any sorrow I felt around Celeste Oberman centered on the Hayle family members she'd killed. Martin and Louisa Vega, the darling couple who loved and cared about me when there were times no one else in the coven seemed to. Sandra Crossman, leaving her husband, James, alone to raise their daughter.Old wounds long since healed over, but never, ever forgotten.Worse, Gabriel wasn't with me. Antsy pants wriggled my butt in my velvet skirt as I fidgeted and held him tight with my magic while he laughed at something and ignored me.My own son, a traitor.Sigh.Shenka squeezed my hand, smiled a little. "He's fine," she said."I know," I whispered back. Not needing to. We weren't the only ones chattering. The gathering for Mia's burning-it seemed so long