Emily
Turning away from the cops, I see the man from the hotel lobby strolling towards us.
Thomas. Thank God. I don’t know why, but something in my gut tells me I can trust him. He’ll help me make these officers understand how serious all this is—and how desperately we need to get moving.
“Are you a witness?” One of the officers asks as Thomas draws near.
“Something like that.” His hands are slung loosely in his pockets, a faint smile playing on his face. The two cops straighten up, addressing themselves to him.
“Any chance you could tell us what happened here, sir?”
“I’ll do my best.” Thomas takes a quick look at me from the corner of his eye. “I saw pretty much everything from the moment the young lady came through the emergency exit until you two gentlemen arrived.” I want to rejoice to have his help, but something in his cool demeanor tells me he’s not going to be any help at all.
“Anything you can tell us would be greatly appreciated, Mr.…?” Notepad cop waits expectantly, but Thomas shakes his head.
“I prefer to remain anonymous. Just want to clear the record.”
It strikes me as strange, but the two officers don’t even bat an eye.
“Suit yourself.” They’re still so calm about everything I could cry. “What did you see?”
“Nothing.” The word falls from Thomas’ lips like lead, knocking the wind out of me.
“What?” Nobody looks at me. They just smile and chat like it’s a sleepy Sunday after church. Thomas rattles on, and the more he speaks, the more dumbfounded I become.
“The young lady came through the door, put her hands against the wall and gagged a few times. I thought she was going to vomit, but instead she just slid down the wall and sat on the ground.”
“What are you doing?” I gasp, my voice thin, but they ignore me.
“That’s it?” Notepad cop asks.
“That’s it.” The son of a bitch looks at me and smiles.
“Why are you saying that?” My whole body is vibrating, quivering at the injustice of what’s going on. “That’s not what happened. You know it’s not.”
“Take it easy, miss,” the formerly sympathetic cop says. “Just try to stay calm. Now,” he turns his attention back to Thomas. “Are you saying she was alone?” He cuts a quick glance my way, suspicious as hell.
“As far as I could see,” Thomas grins.
“She keeps saying someone took her sister.”
“They did,” I shout. “He’s lying! My sister and I were dragged out here by three men. They were trying to take us. Then…” There’s a blinding spark inside my skull as my mind races back over the fight. “Someone—something tried to save us. It ripped two of the monsters to shreds. One of their hands got torn off…” I look where the hand had been, and there’s nothing. My knees buckle as I realize there’s no trace of the bloodbath I just survived. It’s almost enough to make me doubt it all myself. Like I’m going crazy.
Which the three men look more than ready to believe. Hell, I’d think it was crazy too if I hadn’t just been smack in the middle of it.
“A hand, huh?” The cops exchange incredulous looks, and Thomas shrugs with a coy smile. For a second, I think they’re all going to start snickering. “Did you see anything like that, sir?” It’s clear from the way the question is asked that they know the answer.
“Sounds like a dream to me. Or a nightmare.” I could slap him. Why is he doing this? Notepad cop snorts a laugh, then looks back at me.
“I think I’ve heard everything I need to hear. Thank you for your help, sir.”
“My pleasure.” Bile rises in my throat, looking at the three of them gloating over my misery. Then the sympathetic cop steps towards me, the hint of a smirk on his face.
“Could you wait right here, miss? My partner and I are going to radio this in, then we’ll get you back home.”
They trot to their cruiser and I scramble to my feet, burning with anger as I stomp to face the man I met this afternoon. I don’t know why I thought he would help me—the guy is obviously a snake.
“What the fuck are you doing? You’re lying.”
“Am I?” He’s so unflappable I could kill him.
“You know goddamn well you are,” I scream. “Tell them what you really saw!”
“I didn’t see anything.” Thomas looks into my face, and a pinpoint of darkness behind his eyes sends a chill all the way to the marrow of my bones.
“You’re one of them.” That wipes the grin right off his face. “You were part of the whole thing.”
“Be careful what you say,” he cautions me, but I’m not having it.
“Why? What are you going to do? You ugly things already took my sister.”
“Not me.”
“Well, somebody did. Look.” I lift my wrist to his face. The bite marks are still there, along with a little bit of blood from where the thing’s teeth broke my skin. At seeing the blood, Thomas goes very still. He just looks at the wound on my wrist for a long moment, then trails his eyes back up to mine.
“Listen, Emily. It doesn’t matter what you think you saw. Say whatever you want—nobody’s going to believe you.” He sounds so certain it robs me of my voice. I stagger back a step or two and my ears start ringing.
“Nobody will believe me?” I mouth the words rather than say them, breath wheezing out of me. This has to be a nightmare. I look at my wrist again, half expecting the marks to be gone, but they’re not. It’s all real. Bloodily, horribly real. “Listen, you son of a—-”
He’s gone.
It’s so sudden I almost drop to the ground. But it proves at least part of what I’ve said is true—he’s one of those creatures. Whatever they are.
“Alright, miss.” The cops swagger back over towards me. “We’ve got a few things for you to sign, then we’ll figure out where your hotel is and make sure you get back safely.”
Thinking about the hotel gives me a fresh rush of hope. Raya’s things are there. At the very least it will prove that I wasn’t in New Orleans alone. Maybe that will convince them to help me look for her. No sooner have I thought it than I get the sinking feeling they won’t. Watching them smirk with Thomas like that, laughing at my obvious distress, tells me a suitcase full of clothes isn’t going to do the trick.
They’ll just say she’s off on her own somewhere, partying without me. I’m stuck.
I don’t have a single human witness who can vouch for me, and that’s what I desperately need. But the fact is I barely escaped with my own life, and now my sister is in the clutches of creatures I can’t begin to understand. And the one man who might know something just lied through his teeth.
The reality of it sinks in my stomach like a stone. I’m completely alone in this. If the police aren’t going to help me, then nobody can. Nobody in this whole godforsaken town.
Which means only one thing.
I’m going to have to find my sister by myself.
Emily The lush grass tickles between my toes, and I scrunch my foot to pluck a few strands, then wiggle to let them fall again. Morning dew is pleasingly chilly on my skin, ripe with sorcery. Just as it always is in New Orleans. Most people think the thick air is thanks to the humidity, but I can tell them it’s magic that makes it hang so heavy. Gliding a hand up my arm to smooth the moisture over me, I savor how cool it is. By midday, I’ll be pining for this brisk morning. At last, the growing light on the horizon breaks over, and the golden ball of the sun rises to kiss my face. It bathes over the pastures at the far end of our property, casting long shadows from the forest land that borders ours. Their lush leaves gleam with warding magic to keep us safe. Not that there’s much to threaten us anymore, but after what we’ve been through, Thomas and Azriel insist on it. I have no such worries. Even after three months, my powers haven’t
Leander I’ve known pain in my life, but it’s been ages since it’s cut this deeply. Losing Tatiana left me utterly bereft, and the fact that those bastards took my children as well utterly destroyed me. Only those incalculable losses surpass the misery of the scene unfolding. Emily’s eyes flood with fear, uncertainty, and grief as they search mine. “I… I don’t think I can do this…” She sounds so small. Like a little girl lost in the woods. But I know she’s so much more than that. Giving her hand another squeeze, I look to where Azriel lies beside me. The pool of blood seeping out of him has slowed, meaning that he’s spent almost everything he has. Breath gurgles in his throat, each weaker than the one before. “Quickly now, my darling,” I whisper to Emily. “We don’t have much time.” The girl bites her lip, and I can see in an instant she’s going to do it. She’s going to hate every second of it, but she’s going to do it. That look of defe
Emily Azriel’s chin is slick with blood when I make it to his side. Painful breaths rattle in and out of him, and his skin has gone so pale that his tattoos stand out in starker relief than ever before.“That was a hell of a show, Em,” he wheezes, forcing a grin. “I’ve wanted to watch that fucker get his for a long time. Finally seeing it isn’t such a bad way to go.” A door slams in my chest so hard it rattles my teeth.“Don’t say that. We can fix this.” I say it as resolutely as possible, but looking at him, I can see it’s going to be a steep climb to keep that promise. The skin around the blade is burnt and crackling as more and more tar-like blood oozes out around it. Azriel is surrounded by an obsidian seal of his own—an inky mirror of viscous, cursed blood. Sticky to the touch and reeking like death itself, I wind up covered in it sitting next to him. His ebbing life force covers my hands and clothes, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Emily Daring to wrench my eyes away from Hiram for the first time, I whirl around to fix on Azriel. Just in time to see him stagger forward, unleashing a devastating roar. One of Hiram’s magic-wielders catches Azriel’s fist across his jaw, sending him flying. Only to be caught by Thomas and Leander. Every bit as stunned by Azriel’s wound as I am, they recover quickly enough to assure the villain a quick death. Az drops to one knee, a nasty, sputtering steam rising from his ribs. Dark blood slicks down his side, seeping away from the wicked-looking dagger wedged between his ribs. The handle snakes with carved symbols, and the bit of blade sticking out of his sizzling skin pulses black and silver. The silver is mortal to nearly all supernaturals, but whatever venomous power impregnates the blade saps his power with a merciless hunger. I’m at his side in an instant. Azriel rocks onto his back, weakening with each hissing breath. Sweat beads up on his br
Emily My feet barely dust the floor. I could lift into the sky at any moment and dissolve into pure light, reducing everything but myself to darkness. The universe itself goes still as if it knows the weight of my capacities. Everything within my compass is a part of me. Each heartbeat. Every thread of magic contained in this place. All of it feeds into and through me, swelling my might. It’s exhilarating and peaceful at the same time. Sensations at once blissfully fresh and as familiar as if I’ve lived all this before. My consciousness races through the skulls of Hiram’s slaves, drinking their thoughts dry. In each I find nothing but pain and craven subservience. Twisted souls bent to obedience by forces beyond their comprehension. It’s repulsive. Not for their damned sakes, but that one man can be so ruthless as to perpetrate such things. Wreaking wholesale misery for… what? The power to destroy? Bile rises in my throat to think of h
Azriel Fuck, I hate this city. No wonder the Valen clan chose it as their headquarters for their nefarious bullshit. It’s goddamn impossible to navigate. Especially with a head full of steam like the one I’ve got right now. “Leander,” I snort, pacing like a maniac around the death-reeking vault. “Talk to me. You’ve got buddies who navigate the mines. Any chance there’s an entrance close by?” Poor fucker is at a complete loss. I’d feel bad for him if the need to get moving wasn’t so immediate. “You know what? Fuck it.” I’m up the stairs in a flash, leaving the two of them to try and keep up. Tunnels or no tunnels, there’s this throbbing ache like a grappling hook stuck in my ribs. The thing yanks like a fucker, and there’s no question who’s at the other end of the line. Emily lives in my body so fully, it almost brings me to my knees. Not just the tug of our bond, but everything. Whatever makes her, her. Beyond the magic link