Chaos Burning (39 page)

“What about Gage?”

“Gage recommended you, as did Nell. As did your entire team. Run it how you want. You have my full support.”

“I accept.”

Meriel smiled and it lit her eyes for the first time in a while. She hugged Lark. “I’m glad.”

She got her things ready to go. As first days back went, it was all right, but she was tired and wanted to go home to her house with her man.

Her man who stood there with a huge bouquet of yellow roses. “You didn’t think I’d let you drive yourself home, did you?”

She smiled. “Hey there, handsome. I’m just tired enough to accept that offer.” She took the roses and buried her face in them. “My favorite. Thank you.”

“Will you marry me? Perform the binding ceremony and be mine all the way?” He went to one knee and held an open ring box where a simple band of diamonds and sapphires studded through, sparkly and perfect.

“I can totally punch someone with this ring and not hurt my hand.”

“So practical. So? Yes?”

She held her hand out and he slid the ring on it. “Yes, you’re totally stuck with me for life. Though you know I’m not going to live six hundred years.”

“Ah,
ne’est
, but you will. Once we perform the ritual, our lives will be bound together. You’ll have my longevity. Which cheers me given how prone to danger you are.”

“I had no idea. That’s cool.”

He stood. “Pretty much. I totally agree.” He bent to kiss her hard, marking her right there out in the open.

“Lark?” her secretary called out as they walked by.

“Yes?”

“There are some people downstairs. They say they need to talk with you about the Magister.”

SHE
motioned for their guests to sit as Meriel came in along with Dominic. “I’m Meriel Owen. I hold the seat of this clan.”

“I’m Layne Polley and this is my wife, Prospera. We come from another plane. On the other side of the Veil. The plane where the Magister was. We think last. But it could have been longer ago. Time is… different.”

Meriel leaned forward and listened to the story Layne told them.

“It came to us that we had a problem when people started disappearing from the schools. We send our young to academies where their magickal talents are honed and trained. They need to learn how to use their gifts without harming themselves or others. Then the storm came and our children disappeared.

“The great, roiling storm covered the sky as it moved through our cities and towns, leaving nothing behind. We scattered across the universe, looking for any information as to what this storm was and how we could get rid of it. Our Elders had gone into hiding and one of them found a scroll in an ancient language. It was a spell, they told us, to kill the storm.”

Lark held her hands together in her lap, trying not to be impatient. Horrified for these people and what they’d endured.

“We gathered all the strongest among us and they did the spell. Three of them died immediately because they looked up at the cloud. But we managed to do it. Managed to get the spell to work and then it was gone, leaving us with less than a third of our original population. We have very few children now. It’s very quiet back home.”

Prospera took over. “So a few weeks ago some people arrived in our world to tell us of their experience with the Magister. In our zeal to free ourselves, we didn’t kill the Magister at all. We simply shoved it into another plane of reality. We’ve been trying to find a way here to tell you the same thing, but we were only able to make a connection here today.”

Nausea pitched her belly. “We shoved that thing into someone else’s world? Is that what you’re saying?”

Prospera sighed and nodded. “You have to understand, we didn’t know. Not while we were doing it. Once we found out, we worked to find a way to track it, to try to get through to warn this world. But they warned us. Those who’d come to tell us they’d shove the Magister into our world, that the way would be shut unless or until the world it had manifested in had vanquished it.”

“We just sent another world to its doom?” Lark felt sick and horribly guilty. “Why? What is it? Why would it be this way? It’s like it knows we’ll do it to another race. Even though we didn’t know, we threw this problem into another world.”

“The beings who came to us called it the Splintering. When the Magister is shoved from one reality to the next, it splinters time and reality in some way. We don’t know everything, though we’re working on a comprehensive encyclopedia to try to help those in the future.

“The Magister is older than all our recorded history and we are a very old race. But from what we’ve gathered, the Magister is about the great cleanse. A purification of those who have magick to reset the balance. It’s not good or evil. It just is. And chaos follows it. The way it’s shoved into another reality is tied up in that.”

They stayed another few hours and gave all the information they had.

“We need to figure out where it went.” Dominic stood and began to pace.

“We’ll be too late. It won’t let us in until they’ve defeated it.” Meriel sat back and thought, twisting her bracelet.

“It’s part of the cycle. Some things in creation can’t be explained, you know that. But it’s our duty to explain to them the way it was explained to us. Too late or not, at least we can help them if it ever comes back.” Lark nodded, making her mind up. “Gage, work with Rose and the Kellys down in Archives on this. Let’s see if we can’t find a way into wherever the Magister was flung. It may never happen, or take years, but we should do it. In the meantime, Simon and I have a wedding to plan so just know I’m going to need some vacation time for the honeymoon.”

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Chapter 1

MERIEL
sat, taking notes as her mother spoke from the head of the table. The pale, late autumn light spilled through the windows of the seemingly normal conference room, casting shadows on the far wall. The tastefully expensive clock and nondescript black-and-white framed photos made the space look like a law firm instead of the headquarters of a witches’ clan. A boring, non-offensive space that seemed to lack any point of view at all. This was most likely a deliberate choice, but Meriel thought pretending not to have a POV when you were someone as opinionated as Edwina Owen was absurd. But it wasn’t her place to make decorating choices. Not yet anyway.

So she sat in a moderately comfortable chair around an intentionally imposing table with the same fifteen people she’d spent her days with for as long as she could remember. How sucky was it that it was days like this that made her wish for law school again? What sort of whackadoo actually
missed
law school? But in law school when she excelled, it was without the context she carried in her life here. The next in line. The princess. Magickal royalty. Blah. There, she’d just been another overachiever
struggling with the realities of being in a room full of people just as smart, and in many cases, smarter, than she was. That sort of bumpy ride had been a novelty.

But this was her future and she took it seriously even if she had a stack of other things to do at the moment. Meriel really didn’t have the time for this assignment, but Clan Owen’s investigator, who also happened to be Meriel’s best friend, Nell, was still out on her honeymoon and wouldn’t be back for another few days.

Really, Gage, who was Nell’s second-in-command, would be a fine substitute. But as far as Edwina Owen was concerned, as the next in line to run Clan Owen, Meriel was expected to pick up the slack when necessary. Rather like working in the mail room or running the copiers, it trained in the overall running of the clan.

Whatever, at least she’d get out of her house for the evening instead of sitting around reading legal briefs or ordering a movie on demand and eating too many spring rolls.
Mmmm, spring rolls
…

The lull in sound meant her mother probably expected an answer and it was time to pay attention instead of thinking about fried carby goodness.

She sat, back straight, and met her mother’s eyes. “I have the file. Nell briefed me before she left. I’ll head to the club tonight to see for myself what’s going on.” She continued to hold her mother’s gaze. It wouldn’t do to show Edwina Owen, the leader of Clan Owen, any weakness. Some predators ate their babies, Meriel knew. She’d actually said that to her mother once. Her mother had replied, “Then you should never give me a reason to do that.” Not really warm and fuzzy, Meriel’s mother.

“Take Gage with you.” It wasn’t a request. Very little of what Edwina said ever was. In this case, as was most often the fact, she was right. It wasn’t like Meriel was unused to having guards with her. She wasn’t helpless, but she had no problem having an expert on the job with her.

“I’ll be picking Meriel up this evening at ten,” Gage spoke from his place near the door.

Edwina looked very pleased the whole world was following
her command and Meriel fought the smile edging the corners of her mouth.

“Excellent. Brief me in the morning then.” Edwina dismissed her with the flick of her fingers. Meriel gladly took her up on it and got out of the room as quickly as possible.

“She scares me,” Gage said as she passed him in the hall on her way to her office. She totally did not look at his butt or the way the denim was faded in all the right places. That would be wrong. Heh.

Meriel, who was
not
having nasty fantasies about a coworker, tried to emanate total professionalism for about five seconds before she simply rolled her eyes. “Whatever. She wants you to be scared, she likes it. Gets off on it even. Some men like that. My dad for instance and I don’t know why I brought that up because, um,
ew
.” She shook her head to dislodge that thought. Oh yeah, Gage’s ass. She smiled at that much more appetizing mental image. “I’ll see you tonight then? So you can protect my honor and stuff?”

He grinned. “Your stuff is awesome and I’m sure you can protect it yourself. But yes, I’ll be there with bells on. Or not with bells, that would be noisy and annoying, but I’ll be there.” He sauntered off and she snuck one last peek at his ass. She wasn’t a saint after all. It was a spectacular ass and, like any great work of art, should be admired. It was her sacred duty as an American. And stuff.

EFFICIENTLY,
she made her way through the office to her side of the building. Clan Owen’s headquarters took up the entire thirtieth floor of a high-rise in downtown Seattle. They were much like any other business, with a secretarial pool, legal department, accountants, sales reps even. Only their employees were all witches.

Twelve generations of Owen women had run the clan. The first Owen witches came to California in 1847. They’d come a long way from the dry-goods stores and illegal booze operations that had given them their first financial roots in the region. Now, the clan was a multimillion-dollar business and an unquestioned powerhouse in the world of witches.

Like every firstborn daughter of the leader of Clan Owen, from birth, Meriel had been shaped to lead. Taught, formed, molded into the kind of witch, the kind of woman who could hold the clan together and keep it prosperous and powerful for the next generations.

Edwina had not been the kind of mother to kiss boo-boos and bake cookies. She’d raised Meriel to be hard and canny. Meriel liked to believe she got the canny part without the hard.

And one day she’d kiss boo-boos and bake cookies and still manage to run the clan just fine.

She stopped by her assistant’s desk, picked up mail and messages and closed her door, and the rest of the office out.

The day was nice enough and she let it pull her attention from work for a moment to take in the beauty of the water glittering in the sun, of the ferries dotting the Sound.

With a happy sigh, she kicked off her shoes and opened the file folder on her desk—the dossier on the man she’d be speaking to that evening.

This man had just appeared in Seattle and had set up a nightclub in the middle of Owen territory. For months it appeared he only ran the club for humans, which is why they didn’t notice him at first.

She didn’t know exactly when he’d opened up the part of the club for Others, but he’d been using magick from Clan Owen’s font to power some wards for a few months and it had
just
been noticed two weeks before.

One, it agitated her that it took so long to be discovered.

Two, despite her annoyance, she was impressed.

Whoever he was, Meriel understood that it wouldn’t do to underestimate him. She hadn’t achieved bonded full-council status yet, but she wasn’t stupid.

She
was
curious though.

A knock sounded on her door and before she could speak, her mother came in. Not breezed in, not strolled or barged or anything of the sort. No, Edwina came in and occupied nearly all the oxygen in the room.

“I’ve just received an interesting phone call.”

Meriel didn’t bother to ask her mother to sit. Edwina would
do what she wanted to do. She pulled out a notepad and a pen and looked up, ready to take notes.

“There’ve been some developments in New Mexico. Three witches are missing from a local coven just outside Albuquerque.”

She’d been an attorney long enough to know silence got you more information than a lot of leading questions when you were interviewing someone. So she simply waited for her mother to give her all the details.

“One of the women has been missing for eight months. They believe she is dead. Another male gone for six months and this last one went missing two weekends ago.”

“Were they all active within the coven? Or loners? Drugs? Trouble at home or work?”

Her mother nodded her head once, as if reassuring herself Meriel was indeed not a total idiot.

“None of the three is very active. They don’t have a font, but the parents of one of the women are leadership. Which is why it got to me at all I expect.” The unspoken was that no one would have cared about the other two because no one was watching out for them.