Bodyguards of Samhain Shifter Box Set

by Lisa Daniels

  Ellie gently probed into the spirit’s mind, but found that his memory of the boy he might have saved was blurred. Not much use there. “Can we just animate him and help him look?” Ellie asked Morgana. “This doesn’t seem right.”

  “The science department says no,” Morgana said with a faint sigh of disgust. “Plus they want to be able to study this spirit. Most of us don’t even know about the concept of guardian angels or pre-angels. You also remember I had no clue what I had in my spirit, when I went to the deadrings.”

  Ellie snorted. “Yeah, true. This doesn’t seem right, though.” She placed the spirit into his body with a few curt Commands, and slipped out to the normal world, where the body now sat up upon the table, looking around in a daze.

  She hadn’t given the spirit as strict a Command as she would have done with others, because she knew these types were unlikely to lash out. Morgana nodded in approval. All Ellie had to do was showcase her flexibility and understanding of a guardian angel, but she felt uncomfortable the whole time doing so. The spirit obeyed simple Commands, but got distracted often, asking about the boy. Ellie asked him to draw the boy’s face, but as expected, the spirit didn’t remember enough to do so. Perhaps he had died only after meeting the boy for the first time, so his long-term memory hadn’t yet registered it. Either way, she didn’t want to operate with the spirit for too long, dealing with its translucent aura.

  When Morgana felt she’d demonstrated enough skill to impress whatever boss existed, Ellie dropped the spirit—but felt something odd brush upon her. Like footsteps walking over her own grave. With a shiver, she entered the Other Side to discover the source of the contact. Morgana followed her as well, confused.

  The magic sometimes invaded like this. Living so close to the realm of death, necromancers felt the touch of the Other Side, even when not actively using their magic. It permeated even into their normal life, giving them a glimpse of something, a disturbance that sent the little hairs on the back of her neck stirring. At first she thought maybe her mind was just playing tricks upon her. That was always a possibility, too. Sometimes there were little more than phantom winds… but no. Something stirred, beyond the soul bound toward the body. Something coalesced in the muted environment of the Other Side, forming into the all-too-familiar gold-blue essence of a guardian angel.

  Ellie’s heart twisted unpleasantly at the sight. It was something she was never meant to see again. Someone who should have gone Beyond.

  “Mother,” she said.

  The shining soul stepped toward Ellie. The shine seemed less strong, somehow, than Ellie remembered. The spirit of her dead mother reached for an embrace, and Ellie accepted it, too surprised to resist, too surprised to do anything other than stare, really, as her mind imploded.

  “How? You’re supposed to be gone. You sacrificed for me...”

  “I should be gone,” her mother agreed. “But someone is disturbing the balance of things, Elinor.”

  Ellie grimaced. She didn’t like her full name, though her mother had loved it. It sent another sting through her heart. Morgana hovered at a respectful distance. “What’s happening, Mother?”

  “Many are under his control now. The darker of us, who want nothing more than death and vengeance. And people like me, who want nothing but to save.” She stepped back from Ellie, and her glowing face looked grave. “I barely escaped the call, thanks to that locket you carry with you of my ashes.”

  Though the locket didn’t transfer to the spirit realm, Ellie reached automatically for it anyway, grasping empty air. She still carried her mother’s ashes around, though she should have really stopped at this point. It was nice, though, to keep something of the past. Something to remind her of the woman who once was.

  “What call?”

  Her mother, Wendy, shook her head. “A call,” she said, offering no further information on that part. “You must be careful. I will try to protect you. Try...” Her spirit faded in that moment, as if suctioned away by a higher power.

  It left Ellie unnerved, to say the least. It also left her with a profound sense of something wrong about to happen, though she couldn’t place her finger upon it.

  Leaving the Other Side, she waited for Morgana Hargraves to blink out of her trance, too. When she did, Ellie went straight to her suspicions. “I think something’s happened in those experiments my father and Zaimov were doing.”

  Morgana nodded slowly. “They were conducting tests on the guardian angels, right?”

  “Yes, and on revenants. I don’t know exactly what they were doing, but there’s no way my mother should even be here. She sacrificed. She should be out of their reach forever.” Ellie swallowed. “This isn’t right. Something’s not right about this whole situation.”

  “We’ll tell Rosen and my sister,” Morgana said.

  “If they’re bringing back guardian angels that have already spent their sacrificial energy… then we can expect something big to happen.”

  Morgana chuckled, but without humor. “Bigger than the city-wide accidents caused by that revenant in Stoneshire? Or a revenant rampaging and killing criminals in an illegal deadring?”

  “Much bigger than that,” Ellie said. They exchanged a look then, one with unspoken fears. If there was a big event planned, someone liked Zaimov would hardly keep himself quiet in the process. He would want necromancers to be top dogs, rather than the scum floating upon a pond. The only way to be top dog in that scenario was to kill rather a lot of people.

  She left the precinct, leaving Morgana to inform the elusive Rosen Grieves, and Mason followed behind her, quiet and faithful, solid and dependable. Qualities she envied. He was a far better person than she’d ever be. Too good, too pure to ever be around someone like her, and yet here he was all the same. Here he damn well was.

  “I wouldn’t put it past Zaimov to do something grand,” Mason said, confirming her worst fears when she told him everything, down to the suspicions itching her soul. “I just don’t know what he’d do. Someone like him isn’t content with being the boss of some reclusive necromancers, or earning millions through the deadrings and whatever drugs he’s managed to get his hands on. He pushed your father hard...”

  Mason reminded her about the call he took with Regal. How her father had uttered that maybe it was better for her to be so far away, rather than near him. “It could be something to do with that. Maybe your father has an inkling of what Zaimov’s planning.”

  “He damn well should. He was conducting experiments for that bastard!”

  “You’re right. Uh, are you going to tell Talia and her father about this?”

  “I have to. It may concern them, too. I also doubt Rosen Grieves is planning to keep information from her own family.”

  Mason nodded grimly, his jaw set in a determined line. Returning to the Grieves estate felt like returning to face judgment. Talia, and her partially revenant father. A man too stubborn to die, prepared to strike a bargain with a demon itself to compensate for his damaged brain. There couldn’t be many cases of something happening like that, if ever.

  Still, she went and told him anyway, while Talia listened on the side, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

  The revenant-man, Rickard Grieves, absorbed all of her words with the barest flicker of emotion upon his features. He stood so tall, so nobly, that Ellie wasn’t sure she ought to bow or something, or add sirs to the end of her sentences. The man had his hands clasped behind his back as he listened, his back resting against his office desk. Talia fidgeted in one of the leather chairs in the room, her own bodyguard nearby.

  “What you’ve told me,” Rickard said eventually, once Ellie had covered everything, “is what the revenant in me has been sensing within the Other Side for a while. His… vengeance, you could say, his overwhelming thirst for retribution, comes precisely from something this Zaimov did.” Rickard’s face twitched slightly, and a faint hue of red entered his eyes.

  “Wait. What?” Ellie gaped at the man, at a complete loss for words.


  “The spirit in me was not a revenant for a long time,” Rickard said softly. “It was quiet in its existence, until Zaimov found him, like so many others, and began twisting them, corrupting them into something darker, more shadow than their former selves.” The councilman paused. “He was creating revenants. He was looking for ways to control their destructive power for his own benefit.”

  A ghostly snarl seemed to echo around those last words, and Ellie knew she was hearing the revenant itself muster the noise. Unable to control its own anger.

  “His experiments were partially successful. The revenant inside me is capable of making a deal. It can commit itself to someone, in the same peculiar nature, I suppose, of the guardian angels I have been hearing so much about recently. The revenant wants to stop Zaimov. So I feel… compelled to do something about it.” Rickard grimaced. “Hearing even his name be mentioned is irksome.”

  Talia looked at her father. Ellie watched them both, wondering if Talia thought at times if the man really was her father, or something just pretending. Ellie would wonder that, for certain, had she been in Talia’s shoes. Wondering how much of that face was a lie, a clever lie set by the beast within. Though he did seem normal to a degree, and in honest consultation with the thing he’d bargained with.

  “That’s an interesting coincidence,” Ellie said slowly. “The revenant having a grudge against Zaimov.”

  “Most of them do, nowadays,” Rickard replied. “The new ones, that is. He is of chaos, like them.”

  “Any idea of his aims?”

  Rickard frowned, now bringing his hands to the front. “Unclear. The only thing we can do now is wait and see, and deal with what happens.”

  Well, that was just great, then. The worst feeling was just waiting for something to happen, knowing it might be bad, and also being helpless in the matter of it. Having an event so far out of Ellie’s own control annoyed her. Sure, she could do some preparation for it, but it was all unknowns. All speculation. Ominous whispers about Zaimov, her father wanting her to stay away after all his efforts to keep her close, a revenant saying Zaimov experimented on him… and her mother returning from a place where she should never have been touched again.

  Ominous was an understatement, in Ellie’s opinion. But at least she had someone trustworthy at her side. She smiled at Mason, though her bodyguard looked taut and grim. When they left the room after she’d passed the news, Mason placed one hand on her shoulder to still her walking.

  “You need to be careful, Ellie. I’ll protect you from everything I can, but whatever Zaimov’s planning… it might be too much for either of us. You understand?”

  “Crystal clear,” Ellie said, grabbing Mason by the hand, just for a moment. “But don’t expect me to stand aside like a statue if trouble comes to visit town. I have an ability. I’ll use every last sliver of it if I have to.”

  Although Mason nodded, he looked miserable as he did it. His hand tightened around hers. “Don’t do anything stupid, Ellie. Don’t… go rushing to the front when there’s a swarm of undead or something and hope to hold it off by a whim alone. I’ll be obliged to drag you out of there kicking and screaming.”

  He could, unfortunately. A dragon could just hoist their charge into the air, no questions asked. Ellie didn’t really have a great chance of escaping him. After all, she’d fled to another state, and he’d still found her anyway.

  There was no way he could’ve done that, unless… unless he had access to her private messages. The thought infuriated and embarrassed her at the same time. It would be like Regal to make sure no aspect of Ellie’s life was untouched. Except, well, clearly she’d had enough privacy to plan her escape and enact it. She let go of Mason’s hand, blushing further, turning her face away from him to avoid being spotted turning scarlet. Had she really been holding Mason’s hand like that? How mortifying. Friends held hands, of course, but she didn’t feel like a friend in that moment, gripping him that way. She almost felt—but no, she couldn’t think that. She shouldn’t even dare to go there.

  “I have to do something,” she said, staring at the end of the corridor, intending to go left and outside while there was still daylight.

  “Why not consider going to university, like Talia? You seemed interested in what she was doing. I bet you could make a great archaeologist. Your talents would be much appreciated, and in a legal light. It’s a good future for you.”

  It did sound temping, to be honest. Ellie liked the idea of being able to continue her education after so long out of it. It would be nice to have people in her age group again. It would be fantastic, even. She knew she wouldn’t have that much time with Talia—after all, her friend would end university in two years. Yes, she did see that as an appealing career path. One that she wouldn’t be ashamed of in later years, one that sent her across the world.

  But she’d never forgive herself if she had the ability to help, and just stood aside as things burned. Not that things were going to burn, of course. Though she felt distinctively uncomfortable with the reappearance of her mother.

  “Sometimes, Mason, I wish life was simple, you know? That we didn’t have to worry about all the crap that happens with the Other Side, or feel bad for the kind of magic we have, or have crazies who abuse the magic and do bad things with it.”

  “I wish the same.” They stopped to stare at each other, though there was a smile upon his face. Ellie had just about recovered from her former embarrassment, before he said, “I wish I could fly away to some deserted island and just live out the rest of my life there. I wish I could whisk my family away to it. I wish I could whisk you.”

  “Me, huh?” Ellie battled against a fresh wave of heat in her cheeks.

  “You, of course.” Mason’s green eyes were so soft. She didn’t think eyes could look that soft, like they were knowing and caring all at once. “We’ve been a part of each other’s lives long enough. You can come join the family.”

  Family… Ellie’s heart froze up. “I don’t want to be in your family,” she said, much harsher than she intended, and Mason’s eyes went dark, as if a steel wall had slammed down upon the softness.

  “I see.” His voice was noticeably cool. “I only meant that you would always have a place here if you wanted.”

  “I’m okay where I am,” Ellie said, digging her grave deeper, but unable to rid herself of the sudden panic wracking her insides. “I don’t need a place. I can make it without having to fall back on anything.”

  “You can, of course.” Mason stopped talking, and there was an awkward silence between them for the rest of the afternoon. Ellie screamed inwardly to herself that she was stupid, that she put her foot in her mouth, somehow, but she couldn’t shake away that memory of panic when Mason had so casually mentioned that she had a place in his family.

  Those words were painful. They hit her like little needle blows right in her soul, and she didn’t know why. Someone like her was perfectly capable of surviving by herself. She didn’t need family.

  She didn’t deserve a family like that.

  Chapter Eight – Mason

  There was something hollow in Mason’s heart. Something that widened with Ellie’s response to something that had been meant. He’d been reminded, brutally, that they were just client and bodyguard. Master and servant. That whatever friendship that might have developed between them over the years had only been within the service of his job—they would never have met otherwise.

  He consoled himself with that, even as those branching blossoms of his heart shriveled up and curled into their rightful places.

  He kept an eye on her when she went to the precinct, when they gave her specialized training that even her previous background as a deadring fighter couldn’t cover. She didn’t know, for example, the binding to stop a spirit from being taken by another necromancer, when it was supposed to be under her control. She didn’t understand how to interrogate a spirit so that it offered up information without resisting her and draining magic. Mason didn�
�t know about these things, either, not being a necromancer himself. All he knew were the restrictions of his culture, and the work of a bodyguard, his only true job. What did someone like Mason know of other people, of affection and love, of what made them tick and what beat at the heart of everyone who mattered?

  Nothing, it seemed. Mason watched as Ellie tentatively began filling in an application to try and get into Talia’s university. He watched as she socialized with Talia, and Talia herself attempted to give Ellie more of a life outside the mansion. Twice he didn’t follow at all, though it went against the grain for him, though he knew that she needed more independence, without him hovering like a mother dragon over her clutch of eggs. He needed to let her risk some danger in areas where she could have fun, as long as he stuck to the main detail. After all, people didn’t necessarily identify her as a necromancer upon the street. She didn’t have any special markings that denoted her magic, and she didn’t wear any unusual uniform that showcased her as someone dark and ominous and most likely to mutter curses at skulls. For all intents and purposes, she was normal.

  A normal person, raised up in an abnormal environment.

  A person that he was forbidden to get any closer to, because she had made her intentions perfectly clear. He always knew there would be no crossing that professional line, but a part of him had sometimes wondered if there might be more going on between them. If Ellie looked at Mason and just couldn’t imagine a future without him.

  Waking up one morning, in his comfy bed and ornate surroundings, he washed and dressed himself, and checked on Ellie, though she was already gone, joining Talia for an admissions interview at the university. He usually got up much earlier, but he’d been feeling exhausted and unmotivated for the past two weeks since Ellie submitted her application. Since she’d so forcibly rejected even his simple, friendly overture that she’d be welcome in his family.

  He still meant it, but he knew that she’d never see herself as part of a family. Especially one related to her bodyguard. He still kept in regular contact with his family, but with the slipping depression sidling up inside him, he’d started reaching out to other people, too, in an effort to forge new friendships. Right now, he was due for a morning drink with Janos, Talia’s own protector, who was also doing the risky thing of letting his charge wander off without him breathing down her neck.