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
I sat there for a long time, unable to speak or stop the tears-now of sadness-rolling down my cheeks. Meira held her own silence, just the quiet of the basement, the cool darkness soothing me as much as our mutual stillness.With a hiccup, I finally used my well-worn sleeve to swipe the moisture from my face and nodded."This is just the betrothal ceremony," Meira said, as if that made some kind of difference. "The wedding won't happen until later.""Nice of Dad to wait until I can come," I said, much more harshly than I intended. But Meira just nodded. I met my sister's eyes, hesitated. Blurted, "What's she like?"Meira rolled her amber eyes, snorted. "Weak," she said. "I think Dad went way to the left after the whole thing with Merlotsenilater ." Right. Thing #3 on the roster who'd tried to kill Meira. "But, at least she won't be a problem when it comes to power. I can work around her. She's happy just knowing she's going to be Ruler's wife."Wife.Gulp.Holy hell, Dad. And ye
Talk about a shock to the system. I gaped at the well-dressed and impeccably groomed man standing before me with a sweet smile on his cherub face. Though his hair was still white and softly curling, Demetrius's scar was gone, skin flawless. He looked at least twenty years younger, more Mom's age than the beaten, broken nutpot I'd known.This Demetrius appeared much more like when we'd first met. Back when he was leader of the Chosen of the Light, the sect of fanatical magic users intent on destroying all those they deemed unworthy and unclean. Not his fault, I knew now, as much as I'd hated him then. Shattered and reassembled by Liander Belaisle, Demetrius's prior life had been as a Steam Union sorcerer.A story I still didn't have the full text of yet. But hoped to one day. Because I knew it involved Gram somehow.For now, it was wonderful to see him in his pale gray suit coat, clean white t-shirt beneath, dark jeans. He looked like a really cool college professor or internet mogul