"Are you going outside? I need you to pick some cucumbers from the garden ?" Jack yelled up the stairs.Demetria jumped, knocking herself from her trance of staring at ...herself. What kind of sideshow circus had she fallen into? Ike had a picture of a woman that looked just like her. She couldn't understand why or what that meant.Hearing him sigh from downstairs, she shoved the picture into the depths of her pocket, put the satchel back into the closet, and walked down.Jack still sat with his book perched on his lap, an irritated look on his face. "Took you long enough. Those clothes look nice," he said, giving her a once-over.She stared at him, trying to decipher his intentions. He complimented her clothes but ultimately wanted to end her? Something was so messed up that she couldn't pinpoint it."What are you looking at?" he asked, slicking his hand over his silver-tinted hair. "I need you to gather the cucumbers. There is a basket on the kitchen table."Demetria turned her body
Kerry stared at the bird as he shifted forms while chills danced up and down his spine. Dead? Jack and Ivory were dead. Demetria was stuck in limbo.Kerry pressed his palm against the nearest chest of drawers and took a deep breath.Cynthia touched Kerry's shoulder. "It's okay, Kerry. We can still save her. We have something the warlock needs to see us, and she won't be able to follow us around." She turned Kerry to face her and braced both palms on his shoulders. "This doesn't mean anything but that they can't get to us as quickly as they would like. They most likely need the full moon to leave that plane. Everything is okay. Breathe."Kerry's wolf began to pace and run circles of confusion."What are we going to do now, Cynthia? How do you kill someone that is already dead?"Cynthia stepped back and gestured toward the door, away from the bird and its glowing red eyes. It shifted a few more times, different voices pouring out of it like a broken record. Cynthia shut the door and wal
Demetria scrutinized everything Ike did for the rest of the day. Every look. Every word. Nothing made sense, and yet, Demetria looked at everything in a brand new light. Jack was capable of love.It seemed so farfetched. The idea of him loving anyone other than himself. Or anyone loving him.Demetria watched him most of the evening until he seemed to become uncomfortable and excused himself to bed, which was what she wanted the entire time. To go to bed. To wait on Kerry because she needed to feel his touch.To feel real again.She showered, locked her door, though she didn't really see the point, and curled into the sheets of her bed. The minutes ticked by slowly, and her brain raced with thoughts that blocked her way to sleep. Sighing, she turned to her side and tried to count sheep, and slowly, after what felt like forever, she drifted off. Moments later, after her body relaxed and she began to fall into a deep sleep, Kerry zapped into the room.Like something from a children's mo
Jack came too soon. Demetria and Kerry spent what time they had tangled in each other's arms until Jack’s high-pitched voice sliced through what moment of Heaven they had to themselves.Kerry gasped for breath, much like the time before, but this time vomit climbed up his throat. Cynthia pulled over a trashcan from the corner of the room, and Kerry emptied his stomach inside. When he finished, he sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand."You okay?" Cynthia asked.Kerry nodded. "Yeah."Cynthia squatted down beside him. "Did you see her?"Kerry closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. "Yeah. I saw her. Touched her. It was magical. Until the warlock showed up."Kerry stood up with the help of the bed and sat down, scrubbing his face with his palms. Cynthia pulled the bag from the trashcan and tied it into a knot. "Did she have any news for us?""Yeah," he said, looking up at her with a grim expression. "Turns out Demetria is a reincarnation of Jack’s true love, and h
"Get. Up."Demetria opened her eyes begrudgingly, feeling flutters of butterflies in her stomach. She'd been determined to ignore Jack for as long as she could, but he didn't give up. She felt his ice cold hands shaking her, and she finally stirred awake.The skeptical look on his stonelike face made her skin crawl. It was the last thing she needed. "I'm up," she said, slinging the covers from her legs, but he stopped her with his hand on her wrist."What is going on with you?" he asked.His piercing eyes could have severed her soul in half."What do you mean—,"He squeezed his hand around her wrist. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've been sleeping for many, many hours. What are you doing?"Demetria gave him a dumbfounded look."Seriously, Jack? Are their rules on how long I can sleep in my prison cell? I have nothing else to do. No book to read-""There are plenty of books here," he snapped. "In the library. I haven't stopped you from roaming. You have chosen to sit am
Kerry sat down across from Cynthia at the bar in his kitchen. He was glad when they got back home, because the feeling of being watched hadn't subsided. He even went to check on the bird, who didn't bother waking up when he entered the room.Though Demetria's cat sat on the edge of the bed, watching the bird as if he knew what was going on. Despite Kerry being a werewolf, he was never an animal person. Some dogs liked him, but others sensed his inner beast, and didn't bother. Cats always sensed it, and bolted.Demetria's cat knew, but he didn't seem asstandoffish as the others. Something in his eyes struck Kerry as intelligent and it rubbed him the wrong way.Cynthia slammed the book open, and began to scan the pages. "This has been in the Sullen family for ages," she said, looking at the names listed on the front page. "Demetria said there was something about reincarnation in here?" she asked.Kerry nodded, and began tapping his fingersagainst the top of the table. "Would it be we
Demetria run for her life didn't get her far. It would have been better if she did get to know the rooms better like Jack suggested. She barely made it to the front door when Ivory came back with a vengeance and dragged her back with the flick of her wrist.Her natural born magic was better than Demetria not having any at all.Ivory dragged her back by the hair, all the way to the parlor where Ike stood fuming in the corner. His shoulders were tight, both hands shoved down into his pockets. Demetria's pride told her to stand her ground, not let him see any fear in her eyes.The little girl inside screamed for a way to escape. She needed her fingers and toes.Ivory slung Demetria toward the wall, and cursed in a foreign language. Demetria's head spun, stars dancing along her vision, masking the scene in front of her."Get her before I kill her," Ivory said, rubbing her stomach.Demetria slowly crawled to her knees, and stood, using the wall as a crutch. Ivory stared daggers at her fr
Jane stared inside of the envelope and began to cry. Kerry hated to see her cry, but he felt her frustration. Cynthia ignored Jane’s cries and kept digging around for things in his kitchen, frustrating him even further."I'm going to figure out a way to track Demetria's body," she said. "You need to go torture the bird. I don't care how hard it is. The equivalent to taking someone's finger off," she said with hostility in her voice.Alex curled his arm around Jane’s shoulder, but she pushed him off and waltzed into Cynthia's room toward the bird. He gave Kerry a worried look but followed her. Jane reached inside the cage, while the lyrebird moved around like a maniac in her grip. Jane stared into its eyes and snarled. "You stupid bastard, warlock," she said. "You want to hurt my aunt. Here's what I think about it."She swung the bird around in two circles and slammed it against the wall. The mimicking of Jack’s laughter died after it hit the surface, and Jane slung it back again.A