I hung onto Quaid as we spun into the veil, ready to smack Max for the lack of warning, only to have him stop, his power holding me in place.Syd, he sent. My task is at hand. And I beg you, forgive me.The veil tore open before I could ask him what the hell he was talking about. Max's magic shoved me through, his physical form following after.I hit the ground hard, going down on one knee, bracing myself with both hands, breathless as Shaylee's Sidhe power connected with the earth magic of the Gate cavern. What the hell were we doing back here?Quaid touched down beside me, a breath of air blowing past his lips from the rough landing. I started to stand, reaching for his hand to pull him up beside me.Felt the groan of the cavern's power. The ache of its agony.Turned in slow motion to see Ameline. Standing over Liam.With blood on her hands.And the shimmering form of Cian standing beside my fallen husband.I choked, unable to act for the long, aching moment it took for Amel
It took me a moment to realize I wasn't crying anymore. Not that I cared. Numb hollowness welcomed me into its embrace, the world around me only peripheral, uninteresting.All but the feeling of his skin, now loose and cooling under my hands, the floppy way his head fell from my lap, face turning away as his empty hazel eyes stared off into nothing. How his blood felt chilly through my jeans, no matter how much my majiness kept me from sensing temperature.Shivering, I hugged myself, hands wet with blood, wiping at a stray hair as it clung to the corner of my lip. Knowing I'd left a trail of him behind on my cheek.Liam.My darling Liam.My oak tree was dead and nothing else mattered.Two days, two nights. I looked down at the diamond on my hand, coated and glistening with crimson, amazed it was steady, no more trembling. Wow. Awesome. Wasn't it awesome I wasn't shaking anymore?Sidhe power brushed against me, full of sorrow. My eyes lifted from Liam's empty face, met a black ga
So weird, this image of me reflected back from the mirror. Three days ago, I'd worn white. Smiled, laughed, danced. Married a sweet, caring man who loved me with all his heart and never once asked anything of me but to be my husband.To be my life.And I said yes. I do. Accepted all he had to offer.Selfish. Heartless. Put him in the line of fire.And now, I sat in the same spot, with the same dazed look on my face. Only this dress was black.I'd felt like an angel the day of my wedding.I understood now, I had been.Of death.Three nights since I first wore his wedding ring. One since he died. And tonight, I readied to send my husband to his funeral pyre.I smelled smoke on me already, but not some evil anticipation rising, no. This scent was real. I'd just been to another burning, hadn't I? Fate, the bitch, made sure Liam's funeral happened the same day they sent Mia to the stake.It was still a struggle to know how to feel about other people. The numbness I'd almost allowe
The Council had restored the old coven site with magic after the closing of conclave. I was happy to see the trees back in their places, the grasses growing high again in the periphery. The old pentagram was gone, our house now the center of the family's power. But this location still had great meaning for the coven and seemed the perfect place to send Liam on.I considered burning his body in the Sidhe realm, but discarded the idea just as quickly. Liam was a Gatekeeper, but he was a Hayle. And this glade combined the best of both.Mom released my hand as we stepped out of the veil into the clearing, the family already gathered and waiting for us. Ahbi's spirit was gentle, but didn't offer comfort.Bless her for knowing I didn't want any just yet.The sky had darkened to black, pinpoints of stars sharing their light on this moonless night. Black robes parted, let me through, the family embracing me with their magic as Ahbi had done, but their sympathy held in check.How well they
Trill was waiting for me at the kitchen table when we arrived home. Rose and came to me, hugged me."I'm sorry," she said. "I wish we could have been there to help."She was the first one I'd allowed to say such a thing to me. Hit me like a slap across the face.Sorry. She was sorry. They all were. I could feel it now, a blanket trying to smother me and, for a moment, I fought against it with all the energy inside me.Not much left to fight with. Their need to comfort me finally won, the power of my family hugging me where once they felt like doom. Love seeping through until, at last, I shook myself and woke up.And realized I wasn't broken, lost. Not anymore. I could handle their sympathy and sorrow. Didn't need the numb, after all.I'd survived Liam's death.Now I just had to survive living."You did everything you could," I said. Turned to Mom, Charlotte, Shenka, Gram. Meira. Sassafras with his drooping ears, Galleytrot, head low. "All of you. Thank you. But no one is to bla
One thing was absolutely certain: Fate sucked.And I couldn't wait to get a chance to tell her just how much.Anger returned with the beginnings of my recovery. A lot of it. So much I worried about the nugget growing inside me, at times, and did my best to shield him from what how I felt.Him. Yup. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.In the meantime, I decided to start with Max. Took a quick trip to Demonicon and the drach peak, only to find it empty.And no amount of searching the veil turned up his traitorous ass or any of his people, either.Just wait until I got my hands on his dragon hide.As for Fate, the way to Center was closed to me. I could only imagine she was terrified I was coming to kick her scrawny ass all the way around the veil.Sure, Syd. That was it.Iepa's sorry little soul was hiding from me, too. Bunch of cowards.If this was what it meant to be maji, ducking and covering while other people suffered? I'd have to find a new line of work because hell
Book Twenty: The Last CallI couldn't see my feet. Who was I kidding? Knees, either. Thing was, it was probably for the best.Considering I'd blown up to the approximate size of a zeppelin on steroids with a healthy dose of hippopotamus thrown in for good measure, I felt certain I wouldn't recognize my own feet even if I could lay eyes on them.Grunt.Everything was an effort. Walking. Standing. Talking. Breathing.And if I had to pee one more freaking time, I was going to choke someone.Lula Kennecott's smiling face appeared over the ginormous mound of my belly, her healing magic retreating as she folded down the hem of the only dress I had left that fit me-affectionately referred to as "the pup tent"-and gently patted the nugget making my life miserable."You're doing amazingly well," she said, nose wrinkling as she helped me up, freckles scrunching across the bridge and out over her round cheeks. Her hazel eyes sparkled with good humor as she brushed back a stray lock of br
I was actually grateful for the big hound's presence when I grunted my way into the lotus position in the center of the family pentagram. Sure, I could have used magic, but I found doing so lately sometimes woke the nugget's need to try his own hand at spinning power. A very disconcerting experience from inside my womb.Triggering his magic interfered with mine. I'd had a few giggle and groan worthy moments over the last few months when the baby tried to help-I had the distinct feeling that was his intention despite the results-turning a patch of damaged grass bright purple when I meant to encourage it to grow. Thanks to his curiosity during another instance, I almost started a new ice age when I tried to cool my coffee half a degree before drinking it. Since then I'd pretty much kept my magic use to a minimum, just in case.My luck, if I tried to use power to sit like this, we'd end up floating off into orbit.I patted Galleytrot's heavy shoulder as I settled, lower back twingeing
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