A Barrel of Vintner - Chapter 9

Yesterday, I broke the 85K-word mark for A Barrel of Vintner. And I'm still about 20K away from the end. I know what's going to happen. It's a matter writing it out.

Unfortunately, it hasn't been a good week for writing. Long story. Needless to say, this book will not be released in February. However, I'm close. So close I can taste it. And now, here's a little taste for you!

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To my surprise, it wasn’t Chief Warden White Owl who caught up with Alara and escorted her from the senior staff dining room, but another warden I did not know. The remaining wardens, including White Owl, exchanged looks, obviously unsure of what to do next.

I couldn’t help wondering what else our Reverend Mother was trying to hide.

Hera cleared her throat. “What Skoloti prophesies are you talking about, Anthea?”

“With all due respect, Chief Justice, perhaps this isn’t a discussion you want to be shared with the entire staff of Balance?” White Owl murmured.

Callisto cocked her head. “Thomas?”

One of the stewards jumped to attention and rushed to her side. “Yes, my lady.”

“Have the main course brought in along with the appropriate utensils, plates, and bowls for Chief Warden White Owl,” she ordered. “And please make sure a meal is taken to the Reverend Mother.”

“Yes, m’lady.” Thomas bowed before he scurried off to fulfill our second’s command.

“The rest of you wardens are dismissed to your own dinner,” Callisto continued.

The rest of the wardens filed out after conferring with their respective justices. All of them except my own.

“Long Feather, Jonata?” White Owl prodded.

“They stay,” I said. “They already know about the prophecies, having been present when the Skoloti ambassador addressed the subject with me. I guarantee their conduct, Chief Warden. And their silence in the matter.” I shrugged. “Besides, I’d simply tell them what happens here after we retire for the evening.”

Callisto groaned and rubbed her temples. “Why must you turn the entire Temple upside down, Anthea? Do you get perverse joy in upsetting everyone and everything?”

“No, I do not,” I said. “If you wish to be rid of me, Reverend Mother Hózhó of Diné, Reverend Mother Fumiko of Ryukyu, Reverend Mother Xiang of Jing, and Reverend Mother Hoku of O’ahu have each offered a place to me. You or Reverend Mother Alara would merely need to sign the transfer order, and I will no longer be your problem.”

Callisto lowered her hands to her lap. “Do you wish to leave Issura?”

She actually appeared concerned I would demand a transfer. Now, why would she of all people wish to keep me here?

“I don’t, but I also do not like our own Reverend Mother spreading gossip about me to other Balance Temples.” I sighed again. “Just like I know you must tell her everything that is said at this dinner, and who said what.”

“Anthea is correct though, Callisto,” Hera murmured. “Balance rarely sends prophecies to any oracle, but when such happens, it should be shared with the other senior clergy of our order.”

We all grew silent as Thomas and the two other stewards bustled into the dining room. Thomas replaced the used items at Alara’s seat and laid fresh utensils and ceramics for White Owl while his associates set platters with the main course in front of the rest of us.

“Was the stew not to your liking, Chief Justice?” the female steward murmured.

I smiled at her. “It was excellent. I’m afraid after four months on a ship my taste for seafood has waned.”

“Then it’s a good thing our cooks prepared chicken this evening,” she said with a grin.

But when she reached for the bowl, I held up my hand. “If you don’t mind, may Warden Long Feather have the stew? He was rather distraught we missed clamming season.”

“Of course.” The steward looked my warden. “If you need anything else tonight, Warden Long Feather, please have a squire fetch me.”

Jonata coughed into her elbow to hide her chuckle at the steward’s flirtatious manner.

Long Feather’s ears turned a brilliant orange at the woman’s insinuation. “I appreciate your solicitude, Steward…”

“Blue Dolphin,” she answered.

White Owl hid her own mouth.

“Thank you, Blue Dolphin,” I said politely. “Could you please get us another bottle of wine? I have a feeling we may need it before we are done with the meal.”

“Of course, Chief Justice.” She inclined her head and strode from the dining room.

I appreciated the fact that I wasn’t being treated as an oddity by people here, even those at the home Temple I’d never met before.

“Thomas, would please also bring chairs and settings for Chief Justice Anthea’s wardens?” Callisto said. “They will be joining us for dinner since they were present at the demon incursions in Ryukyu and Jing.”

“Yes, m’lady.” He nodded and rushed off again.

The other two stewards helped me and the wardens in moving the justices’ chairs and dinnerware towards Callisto’s place. I was rather glad to keep Jonata and Long Feather closer to me, given the volatile subjects we would be discussing. Not to mention, Long Feather was between me and White Owl. I wasn’t sure how much the chief warden rested under Alara’s thumb.

While Thomas and the other male steward brought everyone their meals and fresh bread and Blue Dolphin retrieved the extra bottle of wine, Oriana and her warden returned. She obviously had counted her steps because when her warden stopped her, she said, “Why are we rearranging the dining room?”

“Sit and give me your hand,” Hera muttered.

She silently explained the things Oriana had missed to her while White Owl, Jonata, and Long Feather assisted the other justices to settle in their chairs. Once everyone was seated and Oriana’s warden dismissed, Callisto commanded the stewards to leave the dining room. After they departed, she rose and laid wards as I passed my clam stew to Long Feather. Thankfully, he remembered his manners and refrained from gulping it down before Callisto returned to her chair.

She surprised me when she bowed her head and spoke the traditional prayer of gratitude to Mother and Child for the bounty on our table. The Balance second had never struck me as particularly spiritual. If she were, maybe that was why she’d been so adamant about punishing me for trying to escape our Temple by giving myself sight, thereby defying our Goddess.

Callisto took a sip of her own wine before she said, “Anthea, let us start with the attack on Chengzhou and the death of Emperor Chengwu. How did you learn of it, and why did you accompany the crown prince back to Jing?”

“I would ask for both our queen and our Temple’s sakes none of this leaves this room,” I said.

Callisto opened her mouth.

“And when you report to the Reverend Mother, Callisto, for the love of Balance, please ward the room you are in,” I pleaded.

“Of course,” she murmured.

I launched into the tale of our experiences over the last six months. At least, those experiences pertinent to my sisters’ duties. Other than occasional questions to clarify a point, the sisters and White Owl listened raptly.

“I can’t believe Reverend Mother Xiang truthspelled you,” White Owl blurted.

“I would have done the same in her position,” Oriana said. “Trust, but verify.”

“That should have been our Temple motto.” Hera laughed.

“With the renegades infiltrating everywhere, I cannot blame either Emperor Po or Queen Teodora for wanting Anthea on this mission,” Iphigenia said. “There’s been questions among both the Temples and the nobility as to who else was aligned with Samael DiRoy and Cora DiMara.”

“I take it there’s been no progress on finding the renegade within our own home Temple,” I said.

White Owl bristled as I expected. “What are you saying? That I haven’t been performing my duties?”

“Then please tell me you found Justice Melanippe,” I said sorrowfully.

White Owl could no longer meet my gaze.

“How did you find out she was missing?” Callisto asked.

“She was Justice Erato’s mentor when the girl was a novice.” I sipped my wine. “Since Erato started the eastern Orrin circuit, she had been writing to Melanippe. The replies stopped about a year ago. When she mentioned it to me last winter, I told Erato the Reverend Mother had probably assigned new duties to Melanippe, and I was sure she enjoyed Erato’s letters. But Melanippe was supremely conscientious when we were novices together. She wouldn’t ignore letters from a fellow justice, much less personal correspondence from her protégé.”

“We don’t know what happened,” Oriana said. She speared a stalk of last-of-the-season asparagus with her fork as if the innocent vegetable were a demon. “Her warden went to wake her. Not only was Melanippe gone, so were her personal belongings.”

“I and all of my people were truthspelled, Chief Justice,” White Owl snapped. “No one saw or heard anything that night.”

“And both I and Callisto attempted to rewind Melanippe’s quarters,” Oriana said. “A backlash spell of some sort nearly killed me. When Callisto tried, it was like time had been scoured clean in the bedchamber.”

“I’ve experienced one of those backlash spells during a murder investigation,” I murmured. “I’m glad you survived.”

“But why take or kill Justice Melanippe?” Jonata asked. “From what you and Justice Erato have said, she’s not the type the renegades would seek to recruit. Did she learn something, maybe something she didn’t think twice about, that someone felt the need to eliminate her?”

White Owl glared at her, and the other justices had various degrees of shock on their faces. I’d forgotten how much I broke Temple tradition in Orrin, but the need for intelligent, capable wardens had outweighed ancient etiquette. White Owl turned to me.

“Do you always allow your wardens such latitude, Chief Justice?” The chief warden voice was brittle.

I snorted. “Given the rate we’ve been losing Light clergy in Orrin over the last two years, I’ve not only had to train our wardens as mine and Justice Yanaba’s rewind witnesses, but also teach them how to look for evidence at the scenes of alleged crimes. And I’ve been wondering the same thing as Warden Jonata for the last six months.” I tapped my fingers on the table. “Melanippe is not the type to run away, even with assistance. Why not abduct one of the chief justices since they are more privy to Temple happenings and knowledge?”

“The demons and skinwalkers couldn’t break Chief Justice Elizabeth,” Long Feather mused. “Perhaps they believed someone of a lower rank, but still close to the Reverend Mother, would be more susceptible to torture.”

Iphigenia audibly gagged.

“If you’re going to be sick, leave the room,” Callisto snapped.

“She should be sick,” I bit back. “We all should be. What these monsters do should make every human sick, but there are those fools who enjoy such terrible things. They actually believe the demons won’t turn on them in the end.”

“You think you are stronger than us because you faced demon armies,” Callisto argued.

“I think I’m stronger when I’m united with my sisters and the rest of the human race against our enemies,” I said softly. “What about Phthia? Please tell me she’s not missing, too.”

“She…” Hera paused, no doubt expecting someone, particularly Callisto, to interrupt her. When none of the other justices said anything, Hera continued. “She’s at the Healers Guild. Her blood pressure rose to dangerous levels, and the babe isn’t due for another three weeks. The healers are using their talents in addition to lavender and fennel extract to keep her from having a brainstorm before she gives birth.”

I frowned even though the other justices couldn’t see me. “Is this becoming a common occurrence? There were several priestesses on bedrest in Orrin before I left.” “Child believes it’s a combination from fear of a demon attack and pressure for the Temples especially to produce more children,” Hera said. “Thank the Twelve, Oriana had no such difficulties during her pregnancy.”

“I thank Them every blessed day,” Oriana murmured.

“If I may ask additional questions, Chief Warden?” Long Feather was polite, but I detected the edge to his request.

White Owl glanced at me before she turned to him. “Of course, Warden. I did not mean to countermand any orders your chief justice had given you.”

“Were all the home Temple justices truthspelled in addition to the wardens and staff?” he asked. “And were any of you truthspelled by clergy other than Light?”

I cursed under my breath. My own prejudices hadn’t allowed me to conceive of Long Feather’s point, but after everything that had happened over the last two years, I should have anticipated his concern. And unease twisted to real fear over Luc and Yar staying at their home Temple.

A startled expression appeared on White Owl’s face. “Only Light participated in our questioning. No other Temple would interfere, nor would the Reverend Mother tolerate such.”

“Except the renegades have targeted all Temples of Light for infiltration over the last thirty to forty years,” I said. “Our enemies are playing a longer game that we are, and it’s time we caught up.”

A Cup of Conflict - Chapter 9

While I finish Death Goddess Walking, here's another taste of A Cup of Conflict for you to savor!

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I could feel unseen eyes watching me while Long Feather, Jonata and I retraced our path back to the Jing home Temple of Balance. Hopefully, I would be able to meet with Justice Mei Wen as well, if only to reassure Shi Hua her friend had recovered from the injuries the young justice received during the demon attack on the city last winter.

When we reached the Temple of Balance, the wardens on guard at the main entrance treated us courteously. One of them raised two fingers to his mouth and blew a piercing whistle that would surely have deafened me if I stood right next to him.

A squire raced down the steps to take the reins of our horses. She had to be three or four winters older than my own squire Nathan. Once again, I bit my tongue to keep from insulting the child, but she handled all three steeds with aplomb as they disappeared down the street between Balance and Knowledge.

Something must have shown on my face however. The warden with the piercing whistle said, “Do not worry, Lady Justice, Squire Yang has a talent with all animals. Your horses will be well cared for.”

I smiled and inclined my head. “If it were my own Nassa, I would not be as concerned. However, the Reverend Mother of Balance in Haung He was gracious enough to allow me to borrow the mares from her Temple’s stable for the journey to Chengwu. I pray the Twelve will allow me to return the horses to her in the same, if not better, health than when I left.”

The warden shrugged. “Balance in all things. Ours is not to reason why any of the Twelve do as They do, Lady Justice.” He gestured for me and my party to follow him up the steps.

As we stepped through the main doors, the first sense of familiarity I’d felt in nearly three months enveloped me. Hallways led left and right from the foyer. Through the second set of doors, the statue of Balance stood on Her dais on the other side of the courtroom. Her hood hid Her features from view, and She clasped her hand in front of her, holding a non-existent sword.

A podium rested in front of the statue of Balance. High windows illuminated the court for those with normal sight. The gallery was larger than the one in the courtroom in Standora, as was the defendants’ box. But everything else was so similar that for a moment, homesickness nearly drowned me.

“Greetings, sister.” The justice who entered the courtroom from the door to the back hallway and the clerks’ offices spoke Issuran. A warden guided her to me.

“Greetings to you,” I said in Jing. My wardens and I bowed even though she couldn’t see our gestures. “I am Chief Justice Anthea, the seat of the Duchy of Orrin in the Queendom of Issura. I have come to pay my respects to your Reverend Mother.”

The justice pushed back her hood and smiled. The only hair on her head were her brows and lashes. Yet, there was a sense of familiarity about her.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Chief Justice Anthea. I am Justice—”

“Mei Wen?” I blurted.

Her smile turned into a full-on grin. “Yes.”

I forgot all etiquette and pulled her into a tight hug. “Shi Hua has been so worried about you! So have I and the crown prince!”

She laughed. “It was a close thing. If it weren’t for Warden Yichen here, the demons would have surely have killed me.”

“Thank you, Warden Yichen.” I bowed deeply to the warden. “Not only from myself, but from Lady Shi Hua and her husband as well.”

His cheeks glowed red at my sincere gratitude. “I serve the Temple of Balance to the best of my ability.” He wrapped Mei Wen’s right hand around his left elbow once again.

“If you and your wardens will follow us,” Mei Wen said. “Our Reverend Mother is looking forward to meeting you as well.”

The Chengzhou home Temple of Balance was indeed much larger than Issura’s home Temple back in Standora. However, the general layout was much the same. The justice and staff offices were directly behind the courtroom. A single warden was stationed at several the doors we passed. However, Mei Wen and Yichen led us past the business area and to the personal quarters. Two wardens stood guard at a single door.

“Chief Justice Anthea to see Reverend Mother Xiang,” Mei Wen announced in her crystal bell voice.

Both wardens at the door nodded, and the one on the right opened the door and repeated her statement.

“Come in, come in,” said a woman. Her melodious tone made it difficult to determine her age.

Mei Wen and Yichen led the way inside. My wardens and I followed.

And it struck me that I’d never seen Reverend Mother Alara’s personal receiving room.

A woman in clerical robes sat beside a huge fireplace. A female warden stood behind the beautifully carved wood chair and slight to the left. What struck me was the Reverend Mother was as bald as Mei Wen. I needed to ask Yin Li about the style. Last thing I needed was to stumble over a cultural issue on the mission.

The Reverend Mother rose, and both she and her chief warden bowed. “A pleasure to meet you, Chief Justice Anthea. Justice Mei Wen has spoken highly of you.” When the Reverend Mother straightened, a bit of a smile tilted her mouth. “After assisting the Lady Shi Hua with her marriage trousseau, I hope you would allow our Temple to reimburse you.”

I bowed in return though she couldn’t see my gesture. “I appreciate your offer, but the trousseau was my wedding gift to Lady Shi Hua. No recompense is necessary.”

The Reverend Mother’s smile brightened. “I shall send for some tea. Would one of your wardens care to accompany my squire to the kitchen?”

Safety warred with etiquette in my mind, and I hesitated.

“My dear, you would not offend me by being cautious,” Reverend Mother said gently. “Justice Mei Wen has made me aware of the issues in Issura.” She sighed. “And frankly we’ve had our own share of problems here in Jing. If it weren’t for your tracking spell, Crown Prince Po would not have discovered the complicity of the School of Sorcery. Jing owes you a great debt.”

“I have come to serve,” I said. “There is no debt, Reverend Mother. I have come to regard the Lady Shi Hua as family. All I ask is that you allow Justice Mei Wen to visit your future empress as much as her duties allow. The lady will need a confidante in her new role much as I did when I was assigned to the Balance seat in Orrin.”

Mei Wen emitted a slight gasp of surprise.

However, Reverend Mother Xiang chuckled. “Fumiko didn’t overestimate your shrewdness.”

I quelled my shock. “You have spoken with her?”

“Don’t dissemble with me, young lady.” The Reverend Mother settled back in her chair. “She followed through with her complaint against Reverend Father Ogusuku. I would like to hear your side of the tale. To my knowledge, no human who entered a demon portal has ever returned from one.”

“Warden Long Feather, would you please accompany Warden Yichen to fetch the Reverend Mother’s tea?” I said.

“Yes, m’lady.”

“Please sit, my dear.” The Reverend Mother gestured in the direction of another carved chair across from her. From the position, the sharp white light of the fireplace made me squint, but I didn’t dare refuse.

While we waited for our refreshments, I told Reverend Mother Xiang of my strange adventures. She didn’t truthspell me, but her questions were rather thorough. And the conversation lasted through two pots of tea and a platter of almond-flavored short bread cookies.

I didn’t even register the temple bells until Jonata murmured, “I beg your pardon, Chief Justice, but it’s First Evening.”

“I apologize, my dear,” the Reverend Mother exclaimed. “Please stay for the evening meal. I still have so many questions to ask you.”

“I’m afraid I can’t, Reverend Mother.” I rose from the chair. “The crown prince has requested my presence at the palace. I enjoyed our conversation. I hope we can speak again.”

“We will, my dear.” She smiled. “We will.”

The young squire waited with our horses at the bottom of the steps when we exited the main doors of the Temple.

I bowed to the girl. “Thank you for your assistance, Squire Yang.”

Her face brightened to a lovely orange, and she bowed in return. “I am here to serve, Chief Justice.”

As we rode back to the palace, I sense Long Feather holding in a round of laughter. I turned to him. “What is so funny, Warden?”

“I merely imagined the chief warden and Sivan’s pleasure upon hearing my report when we returned home.”

“Your report?” I ground out.

“You remembered a squire’s name and addressed as such.” He shrugged.

Jonata made an odd sound in her throat before she added, “I believe Little Bear’s exact words were ‘Do whatever you must to prevent the chief Justice from starting a war with Jing. We have enough problems with the demons’.”

Even I had to laugh along with my wardens as our horses trotted down the Temple avenue.

Death Goddess Walking - Chapter 9

Hello, my lovely readers!

Here's the next unedited tidbit from Death Goddess Walking. I had hoped to finish this novel during April's Camp NaNo, but I had other things, like taxes, sidetracking me. So for May, I'll punch the afterburners to get this baby finished and get back to writing A Cup of Conflict. Enjoy this taste of my new upcoming series.

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I aim my stinger, like a knife, into the heart of my Father’s enemies. – The Lost Books of Selket, Djehuti’s Library at Akasha


Without a thought, Billie slapped her palms together. Steel quivered between them, the point centimeters from the OSU emblem over the breast of her sweatshirt. No, the knife wasn’t shaking. Her arms were.

The knife clattered against the hardwood floor. She grabbed the back of her chair to keep from falling to the floor as well. What she’d done was fucking impossible. She tore her gaze from the deadly utensil to the landlady she trusted despite both of their screwed-up pasts. Had trusted.

Despite Nettie’s peculiarities, Billie never thought of her as truly dangerous. Hell, under the current gun laws, the woman couldn’t own a firearm due to her psychiatric history.

Had trusted. Until now.

Blistering hot emotion boiled up from her gut. “What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?”

Nettie’s cool look said how much Billie’s anger affected her. “You caught it, didn’t you?” With casual indifference, she reached for another knife in the butcher block holder. Instead of throwing this one, she started slicing rolls apart and placing them on the plates.

Overtaxed muscles shook in earnest. Billie turned to Porter, praying for some support. Any support. The man clasped both hands over his mouth, trying to stifle his . . . laughter?

“What the hell is wrong with both of you?”

Her disbelief released the belly-wrenching guffaws from Porter. Her bruised hips and ribs screamed as the adrenaline rush faded. She fell more than sat back in her chair.

“You should have seen the look on your face.” He slapped the table and launched into another round of laughter.

Nettie plopped a plate and fork in front of her, steady brown eyes on her. “I wouldn’t have thrown the knife if I didn’t know you would catch it. You’ve already seen Porter shift, but you still had doubts. A demonstration of your own abilities is far more effective than anything I could have said.”

Billie eyed the delicious-looking sweet roll. Her urge to throw it in the trash fought with her growling stomach. If Nettie resorted to throwing dangerous utensils at her renters, then who knew what Nettie could have laced the roll with?

But the professor was right. She had caught the steel aimed at her heart. Her heavy sigh rippled the air, and she picked up the fork. If she really believed Nettie meant to harm her, she should have run screaming from the house and flagged down a squad car after that stupid knife stunt. She glared at the older woman. “I still don’t believe your shit that I’m some Egyptian goddess.”

The professor carried over the other two plates before resuming her seat between Porter and Billie. “That’s because you’re not. Once again, you’re the mortal incarnation of the Neteru—”

“Selket. Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Billie finished before cramming a hunk of sweet roll into her mouth. Sunshiny goodness mixed with the spice and sugar. Damn, if Nettie had poisoned the roll, Billie was going to die with happy taste buds.

The professor cut a tiny bite and forked it into her mouth, watching for Billie’s reaction. Her look was calculating, contemplative. Not the angry, crazy, or generally rude expression that normally sat on the professor’s face.

Billie stopped in mid-chew, the orange tang clamoring to join the acid already burning a hole in her stomach. She swallowed, the lump slowly sliding down her throat. This was a new posture for Nettie. Billie looked over at Porter, who’d already plowed through half of his giant roll. Though he focused on his treat, she doubted he was actually ignoring the discussion.

If one could call what was happening a discussion.

She turned back to the professor. “Are you going to continue, or are we playing twenty questions?”

Nettie’s fine dark eyebrow rose, attempting to join her hairline. “So, you’re accepting your role?”

Billie decided to ignore the knife still lying on the floor beside her chair. “For now.” She waved the fork between the three of them. “How are we supposed to find these children we’re supposed to protect? And what makes you think Brittany Johnson’s baby is one of them?”

Porter smiled, white teeth gleaming under the Tiffany lamp suspended over the table. “The mot aren’t going to waste their time killing the mother if they weren’t sure.”

She placed her fork on her plate. He could not possibly be saying what she thought he was. But it would explain why a certain ghost had been harassing her lately. “Does Cyrus Johnson know his unborn child is one of these special children?”

“Of course not.” Nettie’s voice had picked up the stentorian tones she used when lecturing a class. “He’s human, not a Neteru shabti. Albeit a very stupid human since he refuses to follow his ka to the afterlife.”

Billie rubbed her temples, the growing headache making her wish she didn’t have to ask the next question. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a ka?”

“You’ve seen the white lights that follow a newly deceased person like Cyrus, right?” Nettie said.

At Billie’s nod, Porter reached for her hand again, and this time she didn’t pull away. “The human soul is comprised of three parts. The ka remembers the way home.”

“If the human’s too stupid to listen to himself, there’s all kind to things waiting to turn him into a snack.” If the professor’s words weren’t enough, her scowl defined her opinion of the person’s lack of smarts.

Billie glared at Nettie, but she couldn’t repress her shudder. She’d seen the results one too many times. “Thanks for clarifying that little tidbit.”

“It also means Apep can hurt the rest of the Neteru through us,” Nettie added.

Billie frowned. “Because our souls are split?”

Nettie nodded.

Oxygen froze in Billie’s lungs. She’d seen the thing that had devoured the ghost of her mother, bit by bit, in Grandma’s front yard. To know now she had real power. To know that maybe she could have saved Mom as she had Marcus—

To know she may be in danger of suffering the same fate as her mother.

She couldn’t think, not with Porter stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, trying to calm her. The one thing she needed was to keep her wits sharp. She tugged her hand free and crossed her arms. “You mean kill us and eat our souls.” Neither of them flinched at her angry tone.

“Yes.” Nettie’s sharp answer didn’t have the nasty, poisonous talons of the sek, but the pain was the same.

“I could have saved my mother if I remembered what I was all those years ago?” Rage and grief poured through her. If she was a Neteru, had her existence driven her mother mad while she was pregnant? Was it her fault Gisele Edmunds had gone insane bringing her into this world?

“Yes.” Nettie had the grace to look embarrassed.

“No.” Porter leaned back in his chair, the remaining bite of his sweet roll forgotten. “Channeling that kind of power as a child could have destroyed your current body.”

Billie nibbled on her bottom lip. She’d like to think she would have saved her mother, but if she was Selket and knew she was Selket, would she have saved the woman who brought her into this world?

Time to change the subject before she did go crazy over the paradox. “What would have happened if I’d accidentally died before I found the rest of you?”

“The essence in us will rejoin our Neteru,” Porter said. “Our knowledge becomes part of the whole. Unless something captures or destroys the fragment.”

Billie cocked her head. “Like this Apep or his minions?”

He nodded.

The information tumbled through her mind. Their crazy logic made a certain sense. Almost.

She sucked in a deep breath of cinnamon and orange-laced air. “Okay, let’s assume I buy all your bullshit. What do we do to keep Brittany and the baby safe?”

Porter and Nettie looked at each other. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought they were having an entire conversation in front of her. For all she knew about their abilities, they may be.

Finally, Porter’s attention returned to Billie. He cleared his throat before beginning. “Stay as close to her as possible.”

“Reyna said she’s being held overnight for observation,” Nettie added.

Billie closed her eyes. This was getting messier by the minute. “University Hospital won’t be safe. Not if one of your mot possesses someone who works there.” The scrape of chair legs made her open her eyelids.

Porter slung his leather coat over his shoulders. “No one will question my presence or the twins’. I can keep watch over Brittany until you two fill the girls in.”

A weak smile tugged at the corner of Billie’s lips. “Do you really think they’re going to handle your fairy tale better than me?”

He shrugged, his cocky grin making her think of things that had nothing to do with demons or prophesized babies. “Depends on how much they’ve been lying to themselves.” A commotion at the back door punctuated his words.

“Sweet rolls!” Reyna’s face lit up as she plowed through the door, followed by her sister.

Nettie ignored the twins, her intense gaze on Porter. “I want to question the mot in Gorman.”

He nodded. “Call me when you’re done here. I’ll get you in.” A wink at Billie sent flutters through her stomach before he strode into the living room. The sound of the front door opening and closing followed.

Billie sipped her cold chamomile tea. What was she thinking? Saving children from demons? The whole story sounded so fantastic, so unbelievable. Then why did her gut confirm everything Nettie and Porter said?

Kyra knelt by Billie’s chair. When the gothette rose, the knife Nettie had thrown dangled between Kyra’s thumb and forefinger. “Who the hell is leaving knives on the floor?”

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All in all, the talk with the twins went about as Billie expected.

Reyna’s wide, green eyes shifted from Billie to Nettie and back again. “You’re both nucking futs,” the medical resident finally said, her snack long forgotten. It was the closest she ever came to swearing.

“I think it’s totally cool!” Kyra scraped her fork along the ceramic plate to collect the last drops of cinnamon syrup before licking them off the stainless steel. “What kind of powers will I have?”

“The sisters are powerful magicians—” Nettie started.

“So, I can, like, wiggle my nose to clean the bathroom?”

Billie choked back her laughter at the endearing, hopeful look on Kyra’s face.

Nettie glared at the gothette. “No.”

Apparently, Reyna didn’t find her sister’s enthusiasm cute either from the way she shoved back from the table and jumped to her feet. “This is stupid.” Her intense gaze focused on Billie. “I can’t believe you’re going along with this charade.” She jabbed a finger in Nettie’s direction. “I expect this crap out of Professor Nutcase, but I thought you had common sense.”

For only having on the rubber-soled shoes she wore on duty at the hospital, Reyna made a racket as she stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The slamming of a bedroom door nailed the coda on her anger.

Nettie started to rise, but Billie laid a hand on her forearm. “Let me. She expects the crazy stuff out of you two—”

“Hey!” Kyra protested.

Billie shot an apologetic smile at Kyra before she turned back to Nettie. “It’s me she’s pissed with for backing up your story.”

To her surprise, Nettie relented with a nod. Muscles whined in protest as Billie climbed to her feet. Too much sitting on the hard wooden chair had stiffened every bruise she’d earned the last few days.

The wail in her muscle fibers turned into a scream as Billie climbed the staircase. She hesitated between the bathroom and Reyna’s closed door. Yep, she was going to need the painkillers before dealing with her roomie. Two ibuprofen later, she knocked on the door.

“Go jump into the river!” came the muffled answer.

Turning the knob, she stuck her head in the room. “It’s too cold.” Incense tickled her nose, and she blinked to adjust her eyes to the dim light from a single low-watt lamp.

Reyna glared up at her from the sitting lotus position she held on her yoga mat. “If you’re here to talk nonsense—”

Billie eased down on emerald green comforter covering Reyna’s bed. It was the only way to get her aching hips and back to shut up long enough to form a coherent argument. “I know how incredible all this sounds—”

“Yeah, like you all should be committed.” Reyna’s attention shifted to the floor, fingers plucking the hem of her scrub shirt.

“And normally, I’d agree with you.” Billie drew a deep breath. That hurt almost as much as the bruises on her lower body. Releasing the breath, she yanked her hair out of its ponytail and scratched her scalp. “If I hadn’t gotten tossed around by a monster in the graveyard on my way home from the club Friday night.”

Reyna still wouldn’t meet Billie’s eyes.

“And you were convinced when you checked out Gorman for Nettie,” Billie added.

“He—” Reyna looked around her room and Billie followed her friend’s gaze. The framed diplomas hanging from the walls. The fencing trophies. The laundry spilling out of her hamper.

Nice normal things that suddenly seemed totally foreign. Yeah, it didn’t take mind-reading abilities to understand Reyna’s confusion.

No, not confusion. Haunted was the only word Billie could think of when Reyna finally faced her.

“He wasn’t just—” She stopped, struggling to put the experience into nice, neat medical terminology. Except in the end, she couldn’t. “Being around him. It like experiencing pure evil. Everyone in the ward felt it. The staff. The patients.”

Acid curdled around the sweet roll in Billie’s stomach. She knew all too well exactly what Reyna meant. “It wasn’t Gorman. It was the thing inside him.”

Reyna slowly nodded. “I know. I could see it inside of him. One of the nurses suggested calling a priest for an exorcism when none of the meds could calm him down.” She sniffed back the emotion threatening to overwhelm her. “So, you see dead people, huh? Think you’ll get a cable show like one of those psychics?”

Billie snorted. “Not with a history of mental illness in my human family.”

“Except we’re not crazy, are we?” Reyna sounded like she needed reassurance.

“No, we’re not crazy.” Billie smiled. “Unfortunately, I have the bruises to prove it.”

Blood Sacrifice - Chapter 9 (Bloodlines #5)

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