by Cate Corvin
Who knew if I would ever see Ashville again? I had no real love for it, but it had been my shelter while I ran from the past. The people didn’t embrace me, but I’d had no need of their affection. It had been a good shelter, a place to lie low and recover from the storm.
I leaned on the brick wall, picking at a loose thread on my leather jacket. “Ready to see old lover-girl again?”
I smirked at Eric, who rolled his eyes. Melinda had once had far too much witch-wine and propositioned Eric at a party. He had turned her down, helping her save face, but I had been only fifteen and ablaze with jealousy at the time.
And I thought I had reason to dislike Melinda… he must be desperate to keep me on lockdown if he was willing to risk her company in her own house.
The rune heated in my palm and its warmth pooled in my fingertips. “It’s time,” I breathed. We crowded close to the metal door, green paint flaking from it onto our suitcases.
I gripped the rune tightly, envisioning Rosethorne as I gripped the door and pulled it back hard.
We stood in a greasy street under a gray sky, but opened the door to sunshine and the thick, lush scent of magnolias. Bright white marble gleamed underfoot as we stepped through, dragging the suitcases with us.
I barely heard the door slam behind us as I breathed in, grinning despite myself. The gates of Rosethorne were delicate wrought-iron, manicured vines of ivy draped languidly over the twists of metal. Joss leaned on them casually, his eyes fixed on me, and a blond teenage boy- Felix, still gangly, with Melinda’s golden hair- was perched on the retaining wall. Melinda was standing with perfect posture, not a hair out of place on her perfectly-coiffed head. She had likely picked her expensive white linen sundress from a human magazine.
Her servitor was a handsome human man in his early thirties, his muscles visible even through the buttoned linen shirt he wore. Looking at his thick dark hair, I knew exactly why Melinda had chosen this one to be her most trusted advisor.
She really had an eye for pool-boys.
Melinda was examining me just as intently as I was examining her, her eyes lingering with barely-disguised horror on my low-cut shirt, the ripped-out knees of my jeans, and the knee-high boots. My smirk became a genuine grin. If she wanted to get feisty with me, I’d just irritate her right back.
We exchanged proper greetings, guaranteeing me safety in her coven, before she introduced her servitor as Raphael DeLuca. I nudged Eric as we followed them up the flawlessly paved drive to Rosethorne proper.
He only shook his head, unamused by the uncanny resemblance, and I found myself falling in next to Joss and his little brother.
The new master of Rosethorne draped an arm around my waist, pressing a kiss to my hairline.
“Long time no see, Felix. What’s the petition we’re working on?” Eric had caught up to Melinda and was already bombarding her with questions about security, ignoring her roaming eyes.
Felix Thorne was giving me a strange look. Nervousness prickled over me, then I realized it wasn’t as bad I was imagining. He looked impressed. I supposed the last time I’d talked to him, I’d just been Mor, a silly teenage witch. Now I was a covenhead, and probably the subject of a lot of talk.
“It’s a bad one,” he admitted. “Maybe a succubus, or a nightmare… there’s a hotel that’s been haunted by it since the 1920s, and there’s at least twenty deaths attributed to it.”
“It definitely prefers men,” Joss added, his mouth twisted. “I have no intention of sending my little brother in alone.”
A grim knot twisted in my stomach. “I see.” I’d had no intention of hitting the library so soon, but that news changed things. Twenty deaths in that span of time meant the spirit was definitely capable of taking corporeal form.
“I haven’t had much luck seeking it out when I’m not a strong mirrorwalker,” Felix added.
I cut my eyes at him sideways. “But I am. Isn’t that what I’m here for?” It was hard to hold back from calling him kiddo, like I had when he was younger, which no seventeen-year-old warlock could possibly appreciate.
Felix just shook his head morosely. “Eric would never allow it. And I can’t ask that of you when you’re still jacked up from the accident.”
“I’ll be there, too,” Joss said, his eyes on Eric’s back. “If Morena and Adrian can’t handle it together, we’ll contain it in the catacombs.”
“You’re going to bring Wolfe into this?” Felix demanded. Did he know about Joss’s close friendship with Adrian, or did Joss keep it under wraps from his family?
I ignored the fire burning in my knee. It was nothing. It was trivial. “Absolutely. I’m not going to sit around while humans are being murdered and fed on, and neither are you. We’re stronger together than apart. I had to deal with a lot of shit to learn that myself.”
“That’s why you’re with me, doll,” Joss said, his arm tightening around me. The pleasant prickle of thorns ran through my wards, his satisfaction a low purr.
We glided under the magnolia trees, thick petals raining down around us. It smelled like summer, a promise of the future. Like discipline and pain. I couldn’t survive on reputation and birthright alone anymore. I needed to prove myself, or Rosalind would win.
Rosethorne loomed before us, a monstrosity of white marble and gilt trim. Felix huffed, and went ahead to catch up with his mother.
Joss sighed.
“Thanks for helping him out,” he said. “Melinda’s babied him too long, and he needs to figure it out. But if you die, I swear I will find a way to bring you back so I can kill you again myself.”
“Deal,” I said with a grin. “Joss performing necromancy. Sounds like a fun time.”
Joss wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my hair, and I slid my hands up over his shoulders as I kissed the corded lines of his neck. “You’re going to let me do this, right?” I asked breathlessly. “Eric’s already an overprotective bear.”
“Yes,” he whispered. Melinda and Eric turned a corner ahead, trailed by Raphael and Felix. “You and me and Adrian and Eric. We’ll do it together.”
Eric was bound to me by love and duty, and I would find a way to make things right between us. Joss had dragged me back from the darkness of the human world where I was wasting away. Adrian would teach me more than I had ever anticipated knowing… and if the taste of his lips was anything to go by, he and Joss would teach me more than how to break the rules.
We’d have to figure out how to work together before moving against Rosalind. I saw her in my mind’s eye, flanked by the tall dark woman who watched from the deadside of the mirror with a fathomless gaze.
She had power and hunger, but I had strength, discipline, and the men who would stand by my side the entire way.
The Underworld was calling. All I needed to do was answer.
The End
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