by Lauren Dane
“Yeah, me too. But you can handle me just fine. You’ll be great. They’ll adore you like I do.”
She rolled her eyes but snuggled into him. “I’m afraid this mage thing isn’t going to go away without a lot of work and most likely more people hurt and killed.”
And his mother was a part of it. Meriel had spoken to Nell about this and with Sadira Rodas, the leader of Rodas Clan. Sadira had told Meriel what they’d discovered when they were able to capture some of these mages, was that they’d been part of an organized movement to hunt and use witches for their magick.
And as they’d suspected, there were several witches helping the mages. Mainly by giving them information, critical information that only a witch could help them with. Where witches would likely congregate, what practice path they used so they could defend against anything a witch threw their way. And now it appeared they knew about the hierarchy in clans and were targeting council witches to steal magick from.
Now that their secrets had been exposed, it put them all at greater risk. This was a threat to their entire race. She could not shake the gut feeling that Gloria Ochoa was involved. They had a lot of circumstantial evidence on this fact already. It was really only a matter of time before they knew for certain.
“Having bands of roving mages out to stalk and kidnap us sounds like a plot from a novel. Humans have to deal with this fear. I guess I should too. But I hate the idea of it! I hate that these mages are hunting us like animals and will use us up and toss us to the side. I can’t abide it.”
He smirked. “Of course you can’t. We’ll do what we can.”
“Will you help me with this?”
“With what, baby?”
“I need to reach out to witches who aren’t in clans, unaffiliated witches, coven witches, outclan, all that. I have some ideas, but my mother has charged me with this and I’m already getting started. I’d like you with me, helping me.”
He nodded. “Of course. I have some ideas too. You and I can make a difference. Tell me what you need and when you need it, I’m in. You know, your mother told me yesterday that this issue would make your place in Owen history. She’s proud of you.”
“She hated this stuff just six months ago. Told me it had nothing to do with our world, that if the mongrels wanted to kill each other, they would.”
“Edwina can admit when she’s wrong. She believes in the strength of the clan.”
“So do I.” Meriel sat and grabbed her shirt. “But we’re targets too. The rep from Rodas has interrogated these mages. They have more info than any of us and what was shared was enough to convince me that if we don’t work together and strengthen ourselves, it’ll be open season on us.”
“Mages can be taken out. Your mother showed me a great new spell. It’s a feedback spell. You can probably do it while multitasking about forty-five other things. But I think if it’s used at the right time during a mage attack, it can cascade into the mage, draining him until there’s nothing. At the very least it should give the witch being attacked some time to get out of there.”
“She’s never taught me that spell.” But she was flattered, nonetheless, that he thought she was so competent.
“Really? Well, it’s handy. She probably thinks you already know it. I’ll show it to you.”
This was entirely possible. “Nell’s mother was the hunter before Nell. Within Owen, it’s almost always been a Hunter. Yes, that’s Nell’s real family name. Back then you know you were named what you did a lot. Smith, Baker, all that. So it’s been a Hunter or a Garrity. That’s Gage’s family by the way, only his mother is a healer and it’s his father who was in our hunter team until just three years ago. Anyway, I’m tangenting. Nell’s mother taught me all my defensive magick. Though I’ve certainly learned a lot from my mother too. I’d love for you to show it to me.”
“Is it all right with you?” He pulled on his boxers and jeans but stayed shirtless and she stared for long moments at him. Big. Imposing. Those wide shoulders of his leading down to a flat belly and a narrower waist. A waist showcased even better with low-slung jeans hanging from them.
“You’re going to end up right back in bed if you keep looking at me that way.”
She laughed and walked from the room.
“To answer your question,” she said as she began to make a pot of coffee, “I like that you’re learning from Edwina. She’s hands down the finest spellcaster I’ve ever seen. It’s good to learn from her. She never takes shortcuts, which means you’ll learn how to do everything the long way. And it’s easy to change a long spell to adjust it for all sorts of uses. But learning her way, you get the mechanics of the spell, which is important.”
“And she likes me. She didn’t want to at first. But she does now.” He grinned.
“She does. But I can understand that very well. I like you too. You’re very charming.”
“So glad you think so. I’m clearly going to have to buy more coffee if we’ll be living together.” He hopped up on a stool to watch her, pleased and smug.
Oh, back to that. “Why do you want to look at the other places?”
“The one here is on a higher floor and has a private elevator. Keycards only. So it’s less access. Safer. And the view will be better. And it’s bigger. A three bedroom. That way you can work from home and we’ll still have a spare room for people to stay if they like. Simon does from time to time, for instance.”
“Well, I’d actually just meant why you wanted to jump to actually renting a new place when we both have apartments already. But I think the point about a bigger place with better views and the safety issue makes sense.”
“I think it’s silly to pretend to take this slow at this point. Don’t you?”
“Have you ever lived with anyone before?”
“Other guys as roommates. Not a woman. I always figured it would happen when I found the right woman. And look. I was right.”
She’d never admit it to him, but his utter self-assuredness was so attractive.
“I’m bitchy. I hate it when you leave beard hairs in my sink. I need space and time when I work. I work a lot. Edwina will stop by to check in because that’s what she does. Nell will be over all the time too. I’ll fill your fridge with goat cheese and salami. I drink coffee all day long and I’m not going to hide my tampons when the dot comes calling.”
He laughed. “Is this supposed to deter me? You think I haven’t ever seen a tampon before? I like Nell and William so her being here won’t bug me. I’ll ignore the goat cheese and remind you occasionally that salami is bad for you and that you drink too much coffee. I want you with me, Meriel. Tampons and coffee habit included.”
He moved her. With just the smallest things, he made her feel desired and understood. Maybe this moving in thing could work. Her current lease was up in a month anyway. They’d sent her a note about signing a new agreement and she hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
“Let me get dressed and we’ll go look at the other place.”
“I’ll watch.”
Chapter 23
MERIEL laid it all out for the governing council. The deaths, the disappearances, the intelligence they’d gathered.
She went item by item and laid it all out carefully. Knowing it was important to give them a sense of just how serious the entire situation was.
“To cap — we’ve got an organized group of Other-hating human separatists working with mages whose numbers also include turned witches. These mages are taking intel the witches give them and then they both manipulate the bigot humans to help them find us and kidnap us. There are incidents all over North America and it’s not hard to imagine the numbers being far higher than we think now because plenty of people just up and leave town. If they were loners, who’d notice that they left and call the cops? And even then, we may not note this as an attack against a witch because that’s not how any of the victims are being classified by the authorities.”
“How many of these people are out there? What’s the threat to us, reall
y?” Sami asked.
It was a fair question. “There’s no real reason to believe they’re a contagion. Most witches don’t turn. Most mages wouldn’t be stupid enough to join with the very humans who’d turn on them if they knew their true nature. This isn’t a DEFCON One sort of situation. Not yet.”
“Weak prey is attractive prey.” Dominic spoke up, looking ever so handsome in a three-piece pinstripe suit that made Meriel want to lick him. Well, to be fair, she just liked to lick him in general. But the suit worked.
“Are you saying we’re prey?” Meriel knew it was Sami who had to be convinced. She came from a very long line of full-council witches. Being very powerful, she had little idea of what it felt like to be attacked or in fear. She believed in Clan Owen and thought any witch who chose to live outside a clan was foolhardy.
She was also intelligent and if Meriel could hit the right notes with her and win her support it would go a long way with others who might be sitting on the fence.
“So what’s your plan then?” Abe asked, cutting through the chatter and urging everyone to stay on track.
“I’ve been working on opening up some diplomatic relations of a sort, with other groups of witches. It is my belief that having guests come here to learn defensive magickal techniques and having our witches go to other clan territories will help bring us all together.”
“We have standards; I don’t see why we should lower them simply to protect witches who’ve rejected what we are.” Sami shrugged.
“I don’t think it lowers our standards to combine forces against an enemy who has been hunting us. I’m not suggesting we break the clan. I’m suggesting we stop pretending other witches don’t exist if they cast bones instead of working spells in other ways. I don’t see how that can do anything but strengthen us.”
“Why should we help anyone outside a clan?”
Meriel looked around the table and then back to Sami. “For me, the answer is very simple. But you’ll have to ask and answer that yourself. We were born with these gifts. We are powerful and united. A clan makes us even stronger. The very land we tread on protects us. This is important. It’s why I don’t fear for our witches the same way I do for others. But I think ignoring our brothers and sisters outside the clans is a repudiation of what we stand for just as certainly as those who mean us harm. And I think it’s a bad idea to let them develop a taste for our magick any more than they have. I’m not willing to accept the constant threat of these mages showing up to harm our people.”
Dominic nodded. “I grew up outside a clan. This isn’t a secret. I’ve learned more about my magick since I’ve been with Meriel than in my entire life before I met her. Meriel didn’t make me join. She shared her knowledge with me and brought me into this clan because of that. I saw the value. I saw the importance of what she was doing. And if you turn your back on outclan witches, you’re only underlining that clans only care for themselves and would coerce instead of seek those new members who join freely. Show them how you are. Open your doors, let them get training, listen to what they might teach you and everyone is safer. It doesn’t degrade what you are to lead. It’s part of why Owen holds so much power. Isn’t it? I think the real question, Sami, is why shouldn’t we help all witches by offering to teach them?”
“If I may speak.” Nell stood, waiting for permission to say anything else.
Edwina granted it.
“Gage just returned from Rhode Island where he was given access to all files about these mages who were caught as well as taught several defensive magicks that would do everything from repel an attack to striking down a foe. We benefit from that already, don’t we? Meriel and her committee have arranged training courses on a monthly basis. Gage has taught me these spells, and yes, one of them includes blood, but it’s the caster’s blood and it’s not mandatory to learn if this is a problem for any witch personally. In turn I’ve already taught my entire staff. They’ll be teachers now.”
Meriel nodded. “We can teach and be taught. We can keep ourselves safe but also offer that safety to others. And if they come to us, that makes us stronger. If they decide to create a clan of their own, this also makes us all stronger. Even if they continue along alone, we’ve made them safer and they’ll remember that.”
Nell smoothly came back into the discussion. “Training of all Owen witches has begun. Gennessee will be sending some of their people as well. I met with Lark this week. She’s already putting a plan in place.”
Edwina took notes for a few moments and looked up again. “We’ll be seeing this training go live when?”
“As Nell touched on, we’ve begun training already with our own witches. The first two classes filled up within a day. The training isn’t overly difficult. It’s just old-school defensive arts we haven’t used in a very long time. We can do this pretty quickly and pretty efficiently and then, if it works like I hope, I’d propose that we begin teaching our youth as part of their catechism. If we make this a normal part of our array of spellwork, we won’t need all these workshops on more than occasional level. As you know, we’re giving workshops for our investigative and lawkeeping staff. Essentially most of us will have more tools for defense in a relatively short time. And it’ll be part of our system, which makes it automatic.
“Just to be totally up front, it’s my aim to equip all our witches from the earliest ages to defend and repel an attack by these mages. We either live in fear or learn how to deal with the threats ourselves. If we do it enough, they’ll leave most of us alone. That won’t protect everyone, but it’s easier to protect a smaller group.”
The council took a vote and unanimously decided to support the trainings and the cross-training with other groups on a trial basis. Meriel would be in charge of making sure nothing any outsider was exposed to was of a clan-only nature.
“I’ve another matter,” Dominic spoke as Meriel was putting her cap back on her pen.
“Yes?” Edwina made a continue motion with her hand.
“Some of you may have heard that my biological mother may be involved with some of these mages. I wanted you to feel free to ask me any questions you might have to address anything you might be bothered by.”
Of course if anyone gave him any trouble, she’d take care of that right away. Not that she was biased or protective or anything.
A few people asked but thankfully no one accused or seemed to view him with suspicion. Probably in large part because Edwina had so publically thrown her support behind Dominic. Meriel would never forget that.
As the meeting had adjourned, Nell stopped Meriel. “I think I found her.”
“I should call her myself.” Dominic groused.
Meriel took a deep breath and looked to Nell. Nell had found a phone number that may or may not belong to Gloria Ochoa. Between what Rodas told them and her own investigative work, Nell had compiled quite the dossier on the woman.
“Don’t look at me.” Nell shrugged.
“I should call her myself,” he repeated. “This is my mother.”
“Do you still hold out hope she’s innocent in all this?” Meriel tried to keep the question neutral.
“No. I don’t. I think she’s part of it. How much I don’t know, but it looks pretty damning for her.”
“Why don’t you call her on your own? I mean, you can do it here and now, but as Dominic her son.” Nell sipped her tea.
“Because I’m not just speaking as her son. This is my clan too. Shit.” He burst from his chair and began to pace. “I don’t need my woman to do my dirty work.”
Meriel only looked at him, letting him get it all out.
“Why don’t we go home? Hm? You have to be at Heart of Darkness in a few hours. You haven’t had dinner yet.”
He paused and sighed, knowing she was soothing him but not caring. “You’re coddling me.”
She shrugged.
“All right. Call her. You call her now and we’ll go home. I’ll call her too if I decide to.”
Meriel waited fo
r him to change his mind but he didn’t.
She dialed the number and got the voice mail. Logically, she knew it wasn’t necessarily Gloria. But she didn’t need that. Her magick was going off in her belly like sparks.
When the brief message ended, Meriel began to speak. “I’m calling for Gloria Ochoa. My name is Meriel Owen and I believe you and I have a little problem. It seems you might be under the misapprehension that you’re allowed to come onto our earth and harm my family. This is, of course, untrue. In fact, I’d like to have a discussion with you about these issues.” She gave her number for callback and hung up.
Nell snorted. “I know it was foolish to hope she’d have a voice mail recording that identified her as Gloria Ochoa. You did well. If it’s her, she’ll call back. She’ll use this number and I have an awesome new spell to work with the trace program. It unravels confusion spells. Arel, the hunter at Rodas, showed Gage. It’s awesome.”
Meriel nodded. “Good.”
“You didn’t tell her you and I were bonded,” Dominic pointed out.
“I don’t know if she knows you’re dead or alive and I have no plans to aid her in figuring it out.”
“You don’t think she’s going to stay away, anyway. Do you?”
“No. I think your mother knows you’re alive. And I think it was her in my building.”
It was Nell’s turn to explode from her chair. “What? What? Why didn’t you tell me this before? How do you know?”
“William will kill me if you get all worked up and you go home to him all grouchy. Sit down. When we used that spell to boost our othersight in my building yesterday, it stripped back some of the other things we see in regular othersight. I can see Dominic’s energy right now. Yours too and the baby. In addition to marking you as witches, there are marks, you know what I mean. Little things that identify the person. I missed it when we were there yesterday since everyone got so excited. But when I went back over there today I used normal othersight at first, just without thinking. And the smudge in my hallway had a lot of the same markers Dominic has. What are the odds it’s not her? It’s just a feeling.”