Table of Contents
GLOSSARY
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
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About the Author
BINDING MAGICK
Debbie Cassidy
Copyright © 2017, Debbie Cassidy
All Rights Reserved
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, duplicated, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
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GLOSSARY
A quick overview of the various Hindu mythology terms and deities that appear in this book.
Apsara – Water nymphs who used to grace the god Indra’s court with their beautiful dancing
Asura – Demi-gods
Ghandava – Winged male nature spirits. Some have the body of a horse. Renowned for their musical ability, they also graced the court of the gods.
Indra – Vedic Deity, God of the first heaven. God of lightning, thunderstorms, rain, and river flows.
Kubera – A sect of supernaturals hell-bent on reopening the gates of the underworld
Naga – Snake shifters who were once hunted by Garuda for the crime of stealing amrit from the gods
Rakshasa – Mysterious supernatural beings.
Shaitan – Demon
Shukra – A Hindu Sage
Swarga - Heaven
Vritra – Serpent dragon asura and CEO of Shaitan Enterprises
Yaksha – Wolf people born from the union of Shaitan and man
TABLE OF CONTENT
Glossary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Other books by Debbie Cassidy
About the Author
1
N ights out sucked. When had that happened? When had I become the comfy pants and slippers woman? Nah, clubbing just didn’t do it for me anymore. The loud music, the flirting, the excessive drinking … no longer fun. Love the getting dressed up bit, but an hour into the night and my slippers would be calling. Heel clicks echoing down the deserted street, I picked up the pace. The last aerial tram would be leaving in fifteen minutes.
A scream ripped through the air, cut short too soon. I froze, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention despite the warm humid night. There it was again, desperate and raw from across the street—a pocket of shadow ideal for nefarious activity. Not my problem, so why was I running toward the scream rather than away from it?
A scuffle, a moan, and a whimper.
Hell no. I burst into the alley, heels scraping against stone. “Let her go.”
A woman turned to stare at me, her eyes flashing green in the gloom. Not a vamp, then. Not surprising in the July heat. Those entities possessed the dead, wearing them as meat suits. Heat and dead flesh was not a good combination. Nah, the vamps were probably all tucked up in their air conditioned homes. This beauty was a yaksha. And I should be backing the heck out of here … the beast-people were fast, strong, and flesh hungry, and way too many just didn’t give a shit about the Inter-Entity Pact, which prohibited their feeding on humans.
Pressed between her and the wall was a slender young man, glasses knocked askew on his frightened face.
“Help me …” He pleaded.
Okay, so not a damsel in distress but still. The woman slammed him against the wall, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Walk away.” Her voice deepened and her face rippled as the beast within pushed to be free.
Walking away sounded mighty good, but what kind of citizen would I be if I left the weedy man to get eaten? Injecting bravado into my voice I stood taller—using my four inch heels to advantage. “Look. Just drop him and go. We’ll say no more about it.”
She eyed me up and down. Closing her eyes she inhaled. Her lip curled. “Or what … human?”
Shit. She could smell my lack of magick. Great. I couldn’t even use my useless witch-blood status as a deterrent, because what good was a witch without magick?
“Look. You do this, you’ll get caught, and it’ll be The Pit for you.”
She released the guy, who slumped to the ground, unconscious. “The Pit?”
She sauntered toward me. Were those tears glistening on her cheeks?
“You know what,” she said, “ I’d gladly do time for beating the shit outta this lying piece of … shit.”
Ookay … maybe I’d gotten hold of the wrong end of the stick here. “Is he … your boyfriend?”
“Not anymore. Found out he was poking my friend. The furry bitch has it coming too.” She sniffed. “I thought he loved me.”
That weedy, scrawny looking guy slumped on the ground?
She studied my expression and pouted. “He was sweet to me. Didn’t mind the furry, or the fang. He was … nice.”
I’d never been good at keeping my thoughts off my face. Yaksha dating a human was just weird … like dating a hamburger, or a steak … or maybe a triple chocolate cake—way too tempting. But we all had some human in us … or at least our blood lines did. Hard to believe at one time there’d been no supernaturals, and our world only existed because a bunch of Shaitan had escaped from the underworld and procreated with humans. Those demons had been locked back up, but the evidence of their little foray into our world was now everywhere. One was standing before me, crying over a human who’d fucked her friend. Man, he had to be dense to cheat on a beast. Shouldn’t have been cheating full stop, but cheating on a yaksha … damn.
“I’m sorry. I really am. Being cheated on sucks, but you can’t beat h
im up, you know that, right? I mean you could kill him. Do you really want that?” Please don’t say yes.
The man on the ground groaned, his eyes fluttering, but it was the big bad yaksha who whimpered. Her hand going up to cover her mouth as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Right now she wasn’t a monster, she wasn’t part wolf. She was just a woman who’d had her heart broken.
“Hey, look. How about we get him somewhere safe and then you and I can grab a cup of coffee.”
She blinked across at me. “Yeah?”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
That had been me a few months ago, sobbing into my open palm, my heart in pieces.
“I’m Honey,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Carmella.”
We approached the semi-conscious guy and lifted him off the ground. His head lolled to the side.
“Danika,” he muttered.
Honey froze.
“Who’s Danika?”
Her lips tightened. “My ex-friend.”
Well sod this. I dropped the guy. “You like pie?”
_____
Ah, the lunch-time rush. The July heat blasting in my face every time someone opened the damn door, pinching ballet flats, and customers from hell—this was my life. Still groggy from the late night consoling Honey, and nerves jittery from way too much caffeine, I struggled to take orders and get them right. The yaksha had given me her number though, insisting we get together sometime soon. She was Renegade Pack, pretty middling on the pack hierarchy but certainly not in the trouble-maker category. They owned a bunch of eateries in Finchley. I’d promised to give her a bell. Maybe pop down and she’d treat me to dinner.
“You have flour on your face,” Mr. McCreedy said, his lips pursed as if he’d sucked on a lemon.
Great. “Yeah, thanks.”
I reached for the slice of Tottenham cake he’d picked out.
“No, no. Stop.”
I paused and arched a brow. “You don’t want the Tottenham cake?”
He blew out an exasperated breath. “You have flour on your face.”
Seriously? What the heck was his problem?
“Um, Carmella.” Urvashi, the owner of Delightful Bakery, sidled up beside me. “Why don’t you get cleaned up while I serve Mr. McCreedy.” She gave me a pointed look.
Relinquishing the tongs, I backed away from the counter and headed out back to the tiny washroom reserved for staff only. A quick glance in the mirror showed my face to be clean … no wait, there was a smidge, like literally a few tiny flecks of flour on my face. What the heck? Did the guy have microscopes for eyes? A quick dab with a paper towel and I was done.
Best get back out there. Okay, maybe just a couple more minutes of peace. I parked myself on the toilet seat as my emotions did a downward dive. Damn it, how many times did I need to berate myself? It was all right. Working here was okay. So what if it was a part-time gig? It was a bloody great bakery, the best in Piccadilly London, and Urvashi, my apsara boss and friend, was awesome, but the downward dive continued. Gah. If, five years ago, someone had told me I’d be best buddies with a celestial nymph, working in and living above a bakery, I’d have laughed till I puked.
Four years ago, I worked for the assassin’s guild as their artifacts librarian. The guild had been responsible for taking down the worst criminals in London, and I’d been responsible for kitting out the assassins. But all good things come to an end, and when the gates of the underworld opened for the second time in our history, all hell had broken lose. My friends had fought the good fight. Side by side with the Vedic gods who live among us, they’d succeeded in averting the crisis. Me? Pfft. I’d been benched. Not witch enough to do any magick, not kick ass enough to, well, kick ass. I’d been helpless … useless, and I’d hated it. When the dust settled, the desire to be something more had been a burning seed in the pit of my belly, so I’d joined the Inter-Entity Pact Enforcement Unit—the outfit responsible for catching the supernaturals who were dumb or desperate enough to break the pact, and giving them a one way ticket to the maximum security prison known only as The Pit. Six months of hard training to be an operative, and then I’d failed the final exams. Maybe I wasn’t meant to do anything outstanding with my life. Maybe working in a bakery was all I’d ever amount to. That would just have to be okay. Come on, buck up.
A soft knock on the door had me swiping at my eyes. Dammit with the leaky tap impression.
“Carmella, you okay, hun?”
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Good, because we’re out of cinnamon swirls and you make the best ones.”
I snorted. Yeah, cakes and pastries seemed to be my thing. Flushing the loo to make it seem like I’d been having a tinkle, I ran the tap for a moment then opened the door.
Urvashi blinked at me, her beautiful face contorting into an expression of concern. “You’ve been crying.”
“Have not.”
She pulled me into a hug. “You don’t have to make the rolls if you don’t want. Sod the customers.”
I snorted into her shoulder.
She gave me a squeeze and pulled back. “You know, since you started baking for me our profits have tripled. The customers love your rolls and your fluffy mandarins. You have a gift, Carmella.”
I did?
“Don’t look at me like that! Surely you know how special you are.”
“Shame you can’t save the world with a perfectly risen soufflé.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. We best get back out there before Brenda eats all the jammy dodgers.”
Urvashi giggled, flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder. “I had a lover who liked to lick me out like the jam—”
I slapped my hands over my ears. “Eww, Urvashi, please!”
_____
It was almost the end of my shift when what Brenda and the other girls called The Main Attraction walked through the door.
Mal Banner was the Piccadilly Coven High Witch, owner of the Moon and Star Club, playboy extraordinaire and pure eye candy. Up until now, I’d managed to avoid him by getting one of the other girls to serve, which they were more than happy to drool, I mean do. But with Brenda on her break and Katy in the loo, the counter was mine. It would be so easy to give in and have a drool, maybe flirt a little, but with my questionable taste in men it was best to curb the instinct. Relationships were a forbidden zone at the moment, the whole dating thing was a confusing mess. The relationships I thought were serious ended up being flings, the flings turned out to be stalkers, and the one time I’d handed over my heart it had been crushed. Banner was a magnet—gorgeous, powerful, witty, and nice, but he was also a playboy, a flirt, and a ladies’ man. Not the kind of man whose radar I wanted to be on. He was smoking hot though. Kind of intimidating.
Banner’s brows flicked up at the sight of me. “Well, you’re new.”
“Not really. You’ve been eating my pastries for weeks.” And why did that have to sound so suggestive?
He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth and raked me over with an intense gaze. “So you’re the new baker.”
I inclined my head to hide the flush blooming in my cheeks. “What can I get you today?”
He scanned my face, his warm brown eyes twinkling. “How about a date?”
“We don’t sell … oh, um …” Shit. The playboy asks for a date. It’d be like jumping into a tank filled with piranha—he’d eat me alive. “Sorry. I can’t help you with that.”
His lips twitched in amusement. “Really?”
Great, I couldn’t even turn someone down effectively. “Yes. Really. Now if you’d like to order …”
He stared at me for a moment longer, his gaze a little more penetrating than I’d like, a frisson of awareness skittered over my skin.
He cocked his head. “Have we met before?”
Really? That was the best line he could come up with on a knock back? Okay. My assessment of his charisma was taking a rapid down-hill plummet.
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br /> “No. We haven’t. So what can I get—”
He snapped his fingers. “You’re Malina Hayes’s friend!”
Fuck. How could I forget? Stifling a groan, I arranged my face into a neutral expression, internally kicking myself for not recalling sooner that my best friend Malina had used Mal to find me when one of my exes had decided to sell me to a fanatical sect hell-bent on taking over the world. Yeah, good times. So, he remembered me as the ditzy blonde who’d been duped by a hot guy with a Mohawk and a smile. Fan-fucking-tastic. Now he’d definitely think I was a pushover.
Well, there was no point in denying it. “Yes. That’s right.”
The bell above the door tinkled as another customer entered. Thank the gods. It was getting way too hot in here, and not just from the mid-July heat wave.
“If you’d like to order?” My tone was impersonal and brusque.
His expression shuttered. “I’ll take two cinnamon rolls and a chocolate muffin please.” He unfolded a piece of paper and passed it across the counter. “And tell Urvashi I need this order in two day’s time.”
I glanced at the paper—at the huge order scrawled in his loping hand—and clenched my teeth to stop my jaw hitting the counter.
“Um, I’ll pass it on.”
He stood silently, watching me as I quickly bagged his items and rung them up.
“See you around, Carmella,” he said, as he strode out the door.
Fuck, he remembered my name.
“Oh my god, was that Make-me-creamy?” Kate cooed from behind me.
“Yep.”
“Dammit. I can’t believe I missed him.”
The girls had come up with the nickname a few weeks back and it had stuck. Usually I’d laugh about it with them, but not today. Being reminded of what a fool I’d been had put a damper on my day.
“I’m gonna go make some bread.” I headed toward the kitchens.
“But we don’t need any bread.”
“It’s for the soup kitchen.”
“Ah, you gonna make broth?”
“Did it this morning.”
I set to work on the bread. I needed to pummel something. In the absence of a face, it would have to be a lump of dough.
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