Broken Compass: Supernatural Prison Story 1 (2 page)

Each page contained one large curse word, with some sort of artsy or flowery design around it. I paused on an image in the middle, one which Jessa had started to outline with the now-hated color purple.

“What’s a cockswabbler?” I asked, wrinkling my brow as I tried to work out if that was a real thing or made up.

As the word left my lips, I found myself looking over my shoulder, expecting my mother to magically appear and smack me up the side of the head. Lienda Lebron did not like us ladies cursing, which made life very interesting when she was around Jessa.

My sister laughed. “Dude! I think you need this book more than me. We have to update your vocab. I don’t want to hear ‘gosh golly gee’ out of your mouth one more time.”

I swatted her with the book. “I’ve never said golly gee in my life.”

“Whatever,” Jessa said. “I’m still saying this book is your fault. The coloring made you all Zen and stuff, even with a baby taking up what feels like permanent residence in your uterus and kicking the crap out of you, so I ordered one through the Guilds. I, of course, went for something more interesting than
Nature’s Beauty
.”

Of course she did. The eff bomb was like her favorite word ever. It was true though, I loved coloring and drawing. I found moments of peace when I was absorbed in my art, and probably wouldn’t have made it through the last few months without that creative outlet.

Jessa clearly hadn’t felt the same way.

“So … seeing the pencils are now strewn across the room, I’m going to guess it wasn’t the relaxing experience you were hoping for.”

She growled, catching me by surprise, but at least I didn’t jump anymore. After spending twenty-plus years hidden in the human world, I’d only known about this supernatural world for a few months, I was slowly getting used to all the weird. Although wrapping my head around the fact that I turned into an animal, a wolf like my sister … was hard. Seriously. Who could say that about themselves?

Jessa lurched to her feet and I followed. Both of us had to push the bench back to free our baby bellies. Even though I was a month or so further along, her rounded bump was almost the same size as mine. With two little ones in there, that wasn’t a big surprise.

“I don’t even understand how you can think this is anything other than stressful. Not only do I have to stay in the lines, but I have no idea what color to choose. Why did I get the hundred and twenty pencil pack? Why?” She threw her hands up. “I give up, you can keep your Zen. I’m going to go and punch the crap out of a Compass or something.”

That would be her relaxing happy place.

“I’m sure we can think of another way for you to relax.”

As the deep voice washed over us, everything about my sister changed. The pinched brow, the stress lines across her face, all of that vanished, to be replaced by something I could only describe as desire and joy. Joy in its purest form.

It was painful to look at, and yet I craved to see it at the same time. Life had been a lot like that lately, a warring inside of me. It was like fire. I loved the flames, the heat and the energy, but I also knew it could hurt me, could burn through the delicate layers of my skin to permanently leave a scar. Funny how the things we crave are often those which could hurt us the most.

Jessa moved then, fast, so much more graceful than she should be in her condition. Braxton was perched in the doorway. He was one of the Compass quads, famous, powerful – newly appointed leaders of the United States supernatural community.

Somehow the quads were born of hybrid parents, Jack – shifter-fey father – and Jo – vampire-sorceress mother, but each had a pure soul of the four different supernatural races. Faerie, vampire, magic user and shifter. The only one they didn’t have a representative in was demi-fey. But we’d recently learned they were really just a branch of the fey, so the boys actually had all the races covered. This made them uniquely powerful. They were the pack my sister had been lucky enough to grow up in.

In the supernatural community, some packs you were born into and some packs you chose. Jessa and the quads had been best friends since they were two, and had formed their own pack. There were no ceremonies or blood exchanges like I’d have guessed, just their inner shifter, vamp, magic user, and fey accepting and bonding with the others.

And now I was one of them. I hadn’t been here quite half a year, and the time had not been smooth or without drama, but somehow they accepted me and my wolf. We were pack.

Standing in the entrance behind Braxton were his brothers. Jacob with his white-blond hair and grass-green eyes was fey. Tyson with auburn hair and beautiful honeysuckle irises was wizard, a magic user. The final of their quartet, the one who was missing, was Maximus, the massive, beautiful, and lethal vampire. With dirty-blond hair, deep rich brown eyes, and tawny skin draped across tight muscles, he was built like a warrior and fought like one too. He was also the one supernatural or “supe” that I tried very hard not to think about because we shared a past, and also a soon-to-be-born
baby that he knew nothing of.

Jessa reached Braxton and flung herself into his arms. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing. Which to him she probably didn’t. As the two of them went into their usual greeting, involving lots of touching, and hot, hot kisses, the rest of us strode into the living room. I found myself drifting toward Tyson. The mage and I had bonded lately. Something about our shared pain gave us common ground.

He dropped down onto the couch, running a hand through his auburn-tinged hair. It was just starting to get some length back again, but I knew he was thinking about cutting it. The shorter, Mohawk style reminded him of Grace, the healer witch who he couldn’t seem to get out of his mind. She’d magically cut his hair in a fit of anger and now a part of him thought of it as foreplay. Poor dude, he was the male version of me, both of us sticking our damn hands into the fire. Grace was not in Stratford at the moment, she’d had family drama. I’d guess Tyson was about a week from chasing her down. Patience was not his strongest attribute.

I settled in on his right side, Jacob giving us a wave as he hit the stairs, probably to shower and change before we left for dinner. Not that he ever looked like he needed to clean up. The fey was physical perfection; his white-blond hair never had a single strand out of place. It was unnatural and unnerving. No human would ever look like that unless they were a mannequin.

I grinned at Tyson. “So how was king school today?” He turned warm, dark honey eyes on me. It was a color I’d never seen until arriving in Stratford, both melting and mysterious. Sort of like the mage himself.

“King school,” he chuckled. “Still a better title than boring-ass training to be a council leader. It’s going okay. We’re behind the ball from the start, so this is catch up. Today we were at Vanguard again, learning all of the securities, seeing the different wings, trying to get a handle on the next batch of criminals coming in soon.” He reached over and rubbed a hand across my belly.

“How’s my little niece or nephew?”

Everyone knew about the baby now; it was impossible to hide a belly this size. Family and pack also knew it was Maximus’ young and no one got weird or anything about it. Which I’d never expected. Their unwavering acceptance had reduced me to tears more than once, but I’d at least waited until I was alone to explode in a pregnancy-induced ball of emotions.

“Good, just … I really want to send him a text. I can’t have this baby without him knowing. I just can’t.”

I didn’t say his name out loud very often. It was painful, and I’d had enough of that. Tyson’s hand drifted across to clutch mine. I loved the tactile nature of supernaturals. It was comforting and I sucked it up because I’d never had anything like it in my life before.

“Not a great idea. We don’t want to send him over the edge, and who knows what a text like that might do. He said he was on his way back, and he’s a supe of his word.”

I groaned before dropping my head against the wizard’s shoulder, something a few months ago I’d never have been comfortable enough to do. But once my wolf accepted them as my pack, the rest had fallen into place.

“I planned to tell him so many times right after the dragon king battle. I even stood outside his door for an hour just hoping he’d emerge. But he was in so much pain and he didn’t seem to want to be anywhere near me.” After losing Cardia, he’d spent time with his pack, but he’d very clearly been avoiding me with a single-mindedness that was quite insulting.

“I should have forced him to listen on that last day, when you guys were inducted into the council. Why did he just take off without even stopping to see me?” I sucked in a deep breath, trying to stuff my hurt feelings deep down where they belonged. I had no right to these emotions and I was working really hard at accepting that. Maximus owed me nothing. But he did owe our child his attention, which meant I needed him here so he could at least know before the birth.

Tyson’s hand was comforting again. “You were trying to do the right thing. Give him time to grieve and assuage the pain over the loss of his mate. He’s the one who took off without a word to you. This is on no one but him. He’ll return soon. I know it.”

The mage was probably right. He seemed to have an inside scoop to the goings-on in our universe. The gods talked to him.

“I don’t think I can take it any longer,” Jessa said as she sat next to me, Braxton on her other side. “I need Maximus back. Brax … get him back for me.”

She turned large, pleading eyes on her mate, and I could practically see the way he was crushed under the enormity of his love for her. There was nothing he wouldn’t do or get for her. I had no doubt now that his vampire brother would be back in Stratford soon.

Sinking further into the soft couch, I tried to school my features. No point letting anyone see the burning well of agony inside of me. It was stupid that every time I heard his name a sharp stab hit me in my chest before ricocheting down through my ribs. But there it was.

Every single time.

My wolf brushed against my mind and I let her wrap around me.

Mate.

For some reason she always called him mate. I’d had just about every supernatural I knew explain to me – multiple times – that there was no possible way a vampire could be my true mate. We were from different supernatural races. That was one of the first truths I’d learned upon my arrival in Stratford. True mates were within the same race. My mate would be a shifter, and Maximus’ would be a vampire …
was
a vampire. Cardia. She died in the battle against the dragon king, and was the reason Maximus had taken off.

Ugh! I would not dwell on this any longer. No more was I going to be the sad and pathetic member of this pack. It was hard though, to not feel alone. Outside in the human world I’d been nothing, forgotten, a freak, neglected by a mother who was grieving and ridiculed by humans who didn’t understand the odd little things I’d done. And while I had eventually learned to hide my peculiarities – which I now understood were part of my shifter nature – the cruel taunts and feeling of loneliness had never left me. But I was not weak like that any longer. I was strong and I would not let any creature bring me down again, even a gorgeous, dirty-blond vampire.

I closed my eyes, taking a moment to inwardly connect with my unborn child, to Zen my mind, as Jessa would say.

The ebb of pain did not ease.

Dammit! Wasn’t time supposed to heal wounds and stuff? The twin connection flared inside and a sense of love wrapped around me. It was so hard to explain, but the warm sensation was how I’d describe home. Together with my wolf, Jessa had given me my first true sense of family, of not being alone, and I loved her so much that my heart swelled at the pure emotion of it.

And still it was not enough.

It’s going to be okay, Misch. He’ll come back to us. And he’ll learn to be okay with his pain. The same way you are. This child will be loved by both parents.

We didn’t speak through our link much. I preferred it that way. It scared me that she could see the sadness inside my heart and soul. I worried she would think I was weak again. Jessa was the epitome of everything I’d always wanted to be, strong, sassy, beautiful, and confident. We looked almost identical, but even our face she wore better than me. Her inner confidence gave her a shine I’d never have. Which was fine. I’d learned early on looks were nothing to strive for. Kindness, intelligence, and the ability to continue caring even when everyone and thing had knocked you down, that’s where my goals were.

Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who’d suffered from our parents’ decisions to separate us at birth, even if they had done it to save our lives. Jessa, too, had lost her mother and sister, left with an absent, grieving father. When our parents had seen we bore the dragon mark – symbol of the long dead king who was touted to rise again – they’d known they had to separate and hide us and our marks or we’d both have been taken from them.

Despite him being a thousand years locked away, the supernatural communities had feared the king, prophesied to return with an entire army of dragon marked supes at his disposal.

Thanks to a few stupid moves from me, he did manage to escape his prison a month ago. And he most certainly had control over all of us who’d been marked, but in the end he’d been defeated by my sister and the Compasses. They’d permanently ended him, which meant all of us “marked” were now free to return to our lives.

So yes, Jessa had suffered, but she’d always had her pack, the Compass quads. And those four boys were almost the toughest supernaturals in existence. I thought Jessa was even tougher.

It’s your pack now too.

She gave me that final gift before initiating the block between us again. She was better at mental barriers, having learned from her dragon. For most of her life Jessa had been a dual shifter, dragon and wolf, but had had to release her dragon’s soul during the last battle. Now she was a plain old wolf shifter like me – even if nothing about my sister was ever really plain. Josephina, her dragon soul, now resided in a beautiful golden dragon body, and was queen of the beasts, living in Faerie.