Chapter 2
Zoey
I’ll never forget pulling back up the drive to witness the window of Bri’s room as it exploded outwards, nor the sound of her heart-wrenching screams as it happened. I don’t even remember throwing the car in park as I bounded up the front steps and pushed my way through the front door. Andrew and Trent were pleading with her as they attempted to break down the door.
“Bri!” I shouted flattening my palms against the wall, the Ioa were suddenly there. Two spirits placed their hands on my shoulders and I found my spirit pushed out of my body and into the ruins of Bri’s room.
She’d gone silent curled in a fetal position on her side, eyes numbly staring off. I let my spirit curl around hers and I held her and whispered into her ear.
“You are loved, you are not alone, don’t let this loss be for nothing ma ami, do as you promised then you can find a way out.” only to Bri that idea was unfathomable. She’d staggered to her feet eventually and much like this morning disappeared into the shower to pull herself together. She’d moved into Sila’s room, besides the bed that survived which she had moved there. She didn’t allow anyone to change her sheets nor touch her linens. She claimed she could still smell them and that it gave her comfort. In my opinion as bestie to the now High Priestess, it was only making things worse.
When I confronted her about it she had pored a glass of whiskey before she told me what she’d inadvertently done, this was a few weeks ago and as I scoured through the library while She read through mail and grievances and threats against her I was prowling her father’s library looking for information on the bonds that these gifted witches made when Trent came up to me as I was skimming titles on the shelves last night.
“What are you looking for human?”
I wasn’t sure how much I should say. “I was curious about soul bonds and their history. I thought it would enlighten me more into what Lorraine had planned.” I partially lied. Trent smirked back.
“You don’t have to tell me but I'm sure you're looking for that information for more than just Lorraine’s motives.”
“Your right I don’t have to tell you,”
“Well for one, if I were to direct you to the proper books I’d have to know the real reason you were looking for such delicate information, you are human after all. You’d need a really good reason to be looking up a history that old, that sacred. In fact, I'm still waiting for the other council members to try to make a move to bar Brianna for letting you and her mutts in here.”
“Those two men are better men than you could ever be,” I stabbed back, ignoring the mutt talk.
“I suppose Brianna is missing them warming her bed, I bet they were very attentive distractions for her little getaway from it all.”
“You don’t know anything,” I snapped and he grinned again.
“Oh don’t I? See I came down to talk to her that night and it sounded like they were having a very passionate thruple. Even got me all hot and bothered just overhearing it. She may have fooled Andy by tossing them off the property like strays, but I saw it for what it was. It's not every day you sense a partially created soul tether of that magnitude.”
“You know?”
“Yes, I didn’t know what it was when I first felt it but I’ve read up on the subject, it’s a peculiar new gift, you know,” he said casually. “If you want to tell me what you are looking for I can direct you to the proper volume in the proper library. My eyes must have widened to his delight. “Since I already know the big secret, you might as well tell me, it’s for our Magnanimus High Priestess, is it not? Aren’t we all on her side now?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. This was one of those situations Bri had warned me about. These two were on our side but we had to tread carefully, one show of our hands, one weakness exposed and they may be willing to attempt to usurp her. If he already knew who else knew?
“Show me,” I demanded.
“Aww she’s sassy, I like it,” Trent drawled. “Since we are still not 100% trusting in Brianna’s credibility of you seeing that you are human, I suggest you take a step back, you're going to have to prove you can keep everything a secret. I bet there’s a lot your friend hasn’t told you about everything just to keep you safe, Brianna isn’t foolish enough to damn the entire race over her one puny human friend. You aren’t just a human. The Ioa insisted, I knew that but did Trent need to know? What should I do? I asked them. An Ioa leaned into my ear and whispered the corner of my mouth kicked up.
“I’m not just a human Trent, I know they used to call you a Gyp before Andy took notice of you and made you untouchable, I know that you like to watch Andy with women, seems you really wouldn’t have minded if the contract had been finalized. I find it funny Trent that you’re so ready to discredit me and question my loyalty to the woman I saved from the people in this house, your damn fucking right I’ll go to hell and back and expose you all to save her because she’s better than any of you could ever be put together and her suffering needs to stop. She finally had freedom, Love, and she gave it all up to save your asses. I frankly don’t see the point. She should have left you all to fend for yourselves. I saw her with them, they love her and she loves them.”
“I never wanted the contract to finalize, I saw Bri as competition, she knew Andy when they were kids. I love Andy too much to let him go. I didn’t know then the full extent of that contract and when I did I offered to help her. And you Zoey? Who do you love?” he sneered. Bri had pointed out that lying among witches was pointless and half-truths were best. “Right now I’m not romantically attached to anyone, all my love is for my friend, is for Bri, and even if I find a man or woman worth my time to also love, they will always have to share me with her.
“You're not jealous?
“No, and don’t let Brianna hear you calling those men Mutts,” I warned. “She’s edgy these days. I just want Brianna to be happy whatever this is,” I said, gesturing to the house around us. “Isn’t doing it for her.”
“Why didn’t she keep them here?”
“There’s more at stake than that, she’s protecting more than just them,”
“The kids?” Trent asked and I remembered he knew where they resided in the depths of the bayou.
“Yes, and more,” I admitted, there was no point in hiding what he already knew. Trent nodded.
“You passed the test, let's go up to Lorraine’s study, Bri doesn’t want to go up there, and it’s creepy as shit but there's an entire wall dedicated to the soul bond.”
Chapter 3BriThe cold water bit at my flushed skin and the motion of the soap bar gliding over my flesh was robotic as I steeled myself for another day, another game to play with the North American Witches at my court. The first days of my rule had been ruled as a tyrant, in my grief I lost the image of my father’s dream. After a week we had located Beckham’s sister and I walked into that room with a flame of rage.When I saw her, the prone figure was seemingly lifeless on the bed. Machines and talismans and etchings of magic surrounded her thin form. She was young, like me her light brown skin suggested she wasn’t Beckham’s full-blooded sister. Her caretaker a Creole witch, had taken good care of her. Her hair was braided carefully and laid attentively over her shoulder. Studying the inscriptions on the floor I gingerly approached her and it was then my rage shifted down to a simmering boil. The heart monitor blipped in steady time until my foot hit the sigil. It spiked suddenly and
Chapter 4ZoeyBri walked out of the bathroom in a towel, no steam permeated from the room. I sighed it was another habit of hers that irked me, another seemingly insignificant way for her to keep them alive in her heart. I had learned a lot from those books and from Trent's description of the feel of that bond's presence but I couldn’t break it to her. The Ioa held me back it wasn’t just them though I didn’t want to tell her she didn’t have choices anymore.“Who is on today’s calendar?” She asked before downing a glass of room-temperature water and her morning dose of Advil. She was losing weight again. I shook my head pulling out the tablet before me “Priest Osbourne of the west district is on your breakfast agenda,” Brianna rolled her eyes. The idea of pretending to entertain nuptial proposals made her blood boil. She always put them for breakfast and had them turned down by lunch always using the rage she suppressed for the more sinister parts of her job after lunch and before d
Chapter 5BriI hated entertaining these imbeciles and this one had the audacity to bring his little fuck toy with him. Blatant disrespect. The thing was that these meetings helped me ferret out the good from the bad and while Osbourne wasn’t the type of bad I was worried about I could blackmail and alienate him with the knowledge that transpired here. He at least considered the human witches in his dominion rather than look down at them as many did. He just needed a lesson.“Priestess Le’Blanc, I am honored to be in your presence this morning and I hope we can come to an agreement that unites us as allies through matrimonial bonds.” He said with a bow.“A tall order so early in the day,” I said eyeing the woman who shrunk back a little behind Osboune’s shoulder. “And who is this?”“This is my assistant Miss Schmidt,” He announced.“And what exactly does Miss Schmidt do for you, Mr Osbourne,”“That’s Priest Osbourne,” the woman retorted. I didn’t give her a glance as I said.“No one i
Chapter 6WyattThe days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I walked through our life like a phantom not really living. I missed her. As I stared up at the moon nearly full, it was the one thing that I had that embodied her. Sitting on the porch Boo whined as she placed her head in my lap. The dog always seemed to know who needed her. She kept a constant rotation of sleeping in ours or the boys’ beds. I picked up the bottle of whiskey and took a swig trying to numb the constant ache in my chest. The stars seemed to wink at me overhead and all I could see is her face winking back at some banter she had stirred up.She had left us better off but every time I fed the chickens or ate from the food of her labors I found myself surrounded in her memory. Each day that I had once gladly woke to her beautiful face or the scent of her cooking was now replaced with the struggle to put one foot in front of the other. The boys solemnly managed to hike up their backpacks and head off to schoo
BeauI’d taken up the fighting the day she sent us away. I was angry and stupid, and I was still being stupid months later. Wyatt was right I’d let myself be delusional to think in the end she’d choose us. I hadn’t realized how strong that hope was until she barred us from ever seeking her out. I couldn’t stand being home, surrounded by everything that reminded me of her, so I stayed out late whenever Wyatt was home and when he wasn’t I was an ornery cuss of a person to be around. The boys started avoiding me and I didn’t blame them. Bri was the only one who saw into me, past the cocky beta shit I portrayed to everyone else. She never fell for it and I suppose that's what made me open my heart to her. She genuinely loved me as I did her and since saying goodbye I still felt tied to her, eternally linked and I didn’t know why. I should be a pro at severing ties at this point.Boo leaped up on the bed and laid her head on my chest I stroked the dog and she licked my face as the waxing m
9 months laterBri`Calloused hands slid across my skin, I was impossibly full of them, their love. Open-mouth kisses and unshaven stubble grazed my skin as their energies played a symphony with mine. Waves of ecstasy rose and crashed and rose again. Tongues danced in time as we writhed together in the open air under the bright full moon. Heat burned and sweat beaded everywhere our bodies met and bliss devoured me as the wholeness of it all overtook me, overtook us. My light reached with its hungry tendrils and there was no worry in my mind. They were mine and I was theirs and we were us.Starlight twinkled as my hair was pulled back harshly, lovingly, passionately. Wyatt's lips trailed down my throat as Beau’s tongue invaded my panting mouth. Sensations rippled through my being, the light leaching out of me as theirs sought out mine. My darkness cocooned it coaxing. Releasing that light felt like a harmony in the depths of my soul, it had been shackled, caged, and held prone for far t
Zoey“What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. They would go hours with just the rhythm of the tattoo gun, the only sound between them.“Shut the door, Andy,” Trent said, with more authority than I thought the male had ever used. Bri folded her arms across her middle and watched as Andy cast a spell to ensure our voices didn’t carry beyond the roo
BriThey had effortlessly handed over the trinkets that protected them from other witches meddling. Left themselves vulnerable to the tyrant who was their mistress of dark and light. I picked up the trinkets and closed my palm over them, enforcing the talismans and strengthening their power. Before I offered them back. The men looked at me questioningly.“Don’t lose them, I know I forget to tell you, but I’m thankful for your friendship, I will protect you and yours and I expect the same in return,” I offered. They reached out tentatively as if I would smite them and took the items returning them to their persons.“As you all know I don’t know my origins, I was a foundling. I buried a lot of what I was after my father died. The girl's memories started coming to me the night I was forced to sign the contract. Whenever the anxiety ran too high her memories were my escape. I don't know who she is but I'm tied to her. When the Depression ran too deep, the peace she granted me, stayed my h