Format: Paperback, 384 pages
Release Date: November 14, 2023
Publisher: Berkley
Source: Publisher
Genre: Fantasy / Paranormal
It’s all magical hands on deck for vampire Elisa
Sullivan and her allies as they fight to save the Windy City from a
supernatural onslaught, in the newest installment of the USA Today
bestselling Heirs of Chicagoland series.
Elisa, the only vampire
ever born, is hoping all can remain quiet in the City of Chicago in the
wake of a destructive attack by an ancient demon who broke the city’s
defensive magic. Still, she and her friends, including shifter Connor
Keene, know they need to be ready for anything.
Everyone is
working as hard as they can to repair the city’s wards, but unwelcome
creatures are slipping through and Elisa soon finds herself caught in
the middle of a magical turf war with roots that go back generations.
She knows she will have to take a stand, but retaliating threatens to
reveal her deepest secret...
Cold Cases, by Chloe Neill, is the 5th installment in the authors Heirs of Chicagoland series. It also appears to be the swan song for the series as well which is unfortunate. Elisa Sullivan, daughter of Merit and Ethan Sullivan of Cadogan House, is the only vampire ever born.
She’s engaged to shifter Connor Keene, the son of the local pack leader Gabriel Keene, who has been forced to fight for the right to become the next Apex of the North American Central Pack.
Elisa, who is also Chicago's associate Ombudsman along with Roger, Petra, and Theo, with help from Gwen Robinson of the Chicago P.D., fight to protect their city from an avalanche
of demons who were released in the previous book when wards were broken
by an ancient evil. Elisa, Connor, her best friend Lulu Bell and Alexei Breckenridge, who have apparently moved to another level with their relationship, have several fights on their hand on more than one front, while Lulu's parents, Mallory and Catcher Bell, are working to repair Chicago’s wards.
IF you didn't know before, you know now that Elisa has a second consciousness within that she battles for control. A remnant of the spell that bound a supernatural creature into Merit's beloved Katana 20 years ago that also bound Elisa to Merit to give birth to the first ever born vampire. Only
Connor and a few others know Elisa's secret and now it appears that Monster desperately wants to unite once again with Merit's blade. Meanwhile, for the first time in 20 years, Merit and Ethan are once again ready to put their house in harms way to defeat the evil that is taking over the city.
Working with the Chicago
PD, and well as other organizations, Houses, and the Pack, as well as a visitor from another pack, Elisa and company end up putting out literal fires and stopping more
destruction from the hell raisers all the city. It also seems someone
they know, and once saved Elisa's life, has decided to be take all the available magical power and
become the top dog in the supernatural fight. It's all hands on deck in this series finale that doesn't disappoint in action, romance, sarcasm, and family dynamics.
*Thoughts* Elisa is very goal-oriented, dedicated, and
puts others first. Kind of like Merit. She also tends to use sarcasm against fear. Connor is
dedicated to protecting his pack, but tends to put Elisa in front of his own battles to become Apex. Their relationship has always been fun to read about since they are both strong willed and will do anything to protect family. The interesting part of this story is the strong involvement of Merit, Ethan, Paige, Mallory, and Catcher defeating the villain, as well as watching Lulu finally come out of the shadow of her mother to stand on her own.
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ONE
Aclaw swept across my face, and I felt the hot breath of hell. The monster had arrived.
I shook myself awake and stared into the eyes of my One True Enemy, who
sat on my chest like a succubus. Sleek and black and glaring at me with
unabashed loathing.
"Rawr," she said.
"What?" I asked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "And why?"
"That, Elisa, is a cat," said the wickedly gorgeous shapeshifter
currently in human form beside me. Connor Keene's hair was dark and
wavy, his body toned and muscles taut. One strong arm was slung over his
eyes, and a smile curved his very kissable mouth. "I'm surprised you
didn't know that."
He might have been my future husband, but I
gave him a look nearly as gnarly as the one I'd given the cat. "Why," I
began again, with admirable patience, "is it this cat and why is it in
this house?"
"Nothing to do with me," he said. And gave Eleanor of Aquitaine an arch look. "Cat, why are you here?"
Eleanor of Aquitaine (not Eleanor or Elle, unless you wanted
scratching) belonged to, or owned, Lulu Bell, my roommate and sorcerer.
But we weren't in the loft Lulu and I shared; we were in Connor's town
house. Only Connor "lived" in the town house, but we'd all taken up at
least temporary residence there recently. Me, because he was my future
husband. Lulu, because she was my bestie and I wanted her safe. Alexei
Breckenridge, because he was Connor's best friend and Lulu's (boyfriend?
friend? friend with benefits?) something or other. He'd stayed over at
the town house during Chicago's most recent supernatural disturbance and
hadn't yet left.
And now, apparently, we'd added the damned cat.
At my apparently rude question, said cat jumped off the bed and slunk into the bathroom.
"Demon visitation complete," I said. At least until she made it into
the closet and began running through our clothes like they were a joint
car wash and scratching pad.
I glanced at Connor. "How are you feeling?"
He rolled his shoulder, testing. "A little sore, but I'll manage."
Connor was the son of the North American Central Pack's current Apex,
Gabriel Keene. Connor had already taken down three challengers in his
effort to ascend to Apex when his dad retired. And they kept coming.
"Nothing tonight, right?"
"Nothing tonight," he said. "You?"
"Depends on the actual demons," I said.
I was a vampire born into Chicago's Cadogan House and an associate
Ombudsman, one of Chicago's human-supernatural liaisons. Less than a
week ago, we'd sealed away Andaras (aka Rose, aka Eglantine, aka
"Rosantine"), the first demon to enter Chicago in two hundred years.
While she was no longer a problem, she'd triggered two of the wards in
the city's Victorian-era magical defense system. We were still trying to
get the apparently single-use wards online again, and keep the city
from being overrun by demons walking through the literal gap in our
defenses. A few demons had made it through already; we were battling
them as we found them now and sprinkling copious amounts of salt-a new
addition to the Ombud operating procedure-across Chicago. We hadn't had a
night off since we'd brought the House back, and we were basically on
call until the problem was resolved.
In addition to their
penchant for troublemaking and violence, Rosantine had temporarily sent
Cadogan House and its inhabitants-including my, Lulu's, and Connor's
parents-into another dimension. Did not enjoy; did not wish to repeat.
Connor pulled me against him, enveloped me in warmth and magic and . . .
him. "Just give me one minute," he said. "And then you can yell at the
cat."
I snorted. "One minute," I said, and smoothed a hand over
his chest. He made a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes. There were
shadows beneath them-faint, dark crescents brought on by too much magic
and too much physical exertion.
"I know you don't want to stop
until you've claimed the throne," I said. "But if you need to stop
before you can do that, it's fine. We will find a different way to be."
He was quiet for a moment, then smoothed a hand over my long, wavy hair. "A different way?"
"Well, we could join the circus. You could be the strong man in those
little glittery shorts. I'll do the trapeze. We'll live out of an RV and
eat take-out Chinese."
"That's quite a plan."
"Maybe better as a backup situation. In the meantime, continue kicking their asses."
"That's the plan," he said, and kissed my forehead.
The bedroom door, already cracked, was pushed open fully by the
sorceress who stepped into the doorway. Her gaze searched the room, but
she ignored us-entwined as we were.
"Your minute is up," I said.
"Her Highness is in the bathroom," Connor announced. "Elisa scared her off."
"Lulu," I said-a question, a declaration, and a curse in two syllables.
"She was getting lonely," Lulu said, moving into the room. There was a
lot of feisty spirit in that petite frame, and an apparent skill at old
magic-the bloody, potentially evil kind. But the paint-spattered white
coveralls, rolled up at arms and ankles, mitigated the effect. She was
an artist first, a sorceress second. And until a week ago, a completely
nonpracticing one. Demons had changed everything.
Lulu was currently working on a mural in Hyde Park, not far from Cadogan House.
I narrowed my gaze as she strode to the bathroom, where something made a clunking sound. "What did she destroy?" I called out.
Lulu emerged, the cat sitting queenlike in her arms. "Here, or there?" she asked with a smile.
My stare didn't change. "What did she pee on at the loft?"
"Let's just say, if pee was gold, we'd both be rich. And I hope you didn't like those pink sneakers."
"You're both very entertaining," Connor said, rolling over to reveal
the smooth curves of muscle across his back. "But maybe you could
entertain somewhere else?"
With impeccable timing, Alexei
stepped into the room, bagel in hand. Silently, he looked at us, then at
Lulu and the cat, then chewed. Like Connor, Alexei was tall and strong,
with pale skin and dark blond hair. Alexei didn't talk much; he was a
man of quiet loyalty who said much with his piercing hazel eyes. And
knew how to back up a friend.
"And you brought her here why?" I asked.
"We can't leave her alone at the loft forever," Lulu said. "And with
the demons out there, who knows how long we'll be camped out here."
"I'll deal with the demons," I said. "And your parents are working on
repairing the broken wards." Lulu's parents were powerful sorcerers.
"I know. I was just saying. Nobody expects it to be immediate. Freaking demons."
"Freaking demons," Connor and Alexei muttered in unison.
Lulu stroked Eleanor of Aquitaine, who purred beneath her paint-stained
fingers. While that cat wanted nothing to do with me, she plainly loved
Lulu. And it wasn't my style to break up a family.
Resigned, I sighed and looked at Connor. "Your house, your rules."
"I don't have a problem with it," he said, voice muffled from the pillow. "She actually likes me."
And that stung a little. "She can stay," I told Lulu. "Just keep her
out of this room. And any other room in which I might make an
appearance."
"That's most of the house." Lulu's voice was flat.
"Is it?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.
My screen buzzed, and I plucked the thin rectangle of glass from the side table.
"Work," I said, and even the cat went silent. Work rarely delivered good news an hour before I made it into the office.
"Elisa," I answered. "And you're on speaker with a demon cat and the sups who enable it." This was not the time for video.
"Roger" was the caller's response. Roger Yuen was the Ombudsman and my
boss. "I'm on with Petra and Theo." They were my coworkers. Petra, an
aeromancer and light conspiracy theory enthusiast, and Theo, a human
former cop and my partner.
"How is Eleanor of Aquitaine?" Petra asked, and the cat actually rowr'd a response.
"Good girl," Petra added.
"What's happened?" I asked, trying to steer my evening away from the resident demon.
"We aren't sure," Roger said. "A burst of magic was reported during the day. Looks like around three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Reported by whom?" I asked.
"We've gotten calls from nymphs who called it a 'magicky bass drop' and
from a representative of the river trolls who called it a 'big loud.'"
"Checks out," Connor murmured.
"How did you get 'burst of magic' out of that?" Lulu asked, moving closer to the screen.
"ComEd," Roger said. That was Chicago's power supplier. "They recorded a
power surge at the same time. There are also complaints about satellite
and telecom services going down. None of it lasted for more than a few
seconds. Most of the complaints went to the mayor's office, and they
were routed back to us."
Connor had grabbed his screen, and I guessed he was sending a message to the Pack to see if they'd experienced anything.
"Was it a demon?" I asked, my heart beating a little faster.
"Not that we've found. The guards didn't see any activity at the wards.
And there were no reports of anyone actually seeing anything. Just
feeling it or its effects."
"Well, there was the UFO sighting,"
Petra said. "But we're pretty confident a UFO did not land on Soldier
Field in order to steal children." She paused. "Because aliens are more
interested in tech than bio, really."
"Hmm," I said
noncommittally. "What about the fairies? They're magically powerful.
They'd almost certainly have felt it." And maybe their bristly queen,
Claudia, would have some insight about what it was.
"Haven't heard from them," Roger said. "But that's not unusual."
"A few Pack members-those who were awake-felt it," Connor said, reading
his screen. "No one can say what it was or where it originated. They
just felt a sudden burst of energy."
"Something with the ley
lines?" I wondered. Three of the world-spanning lines of magical power
ran through Chicago. The city's demon wards were powered by
cornerstones-big bespelled stones that got their energy from the ley
lines and, in turn, helped regulate them.
"What could have affected them?" Theo asked.
"I don't know. Demons? Sorcerers?" I asked, looking at Lulu.
"You're asking if they could affect the ley lines? I mean, I'm not an
expert, but I don't know how they could. Ley lines are pure power. I
don't think sorcerers could sway them much. And if they'd done
something, some kind of spell, I think we'd have felt it."
"So what should we do?" I asked Roger.
"Maybe it's nothing," Roger said. "Just a hitch in the lines because
the demon wards were recently triggered. But if it's something more, I
don't want it getting worse. I'm thinking patrols around the city. Maybe
we won't find anything, but at least we'll have done our due diligence.
Wait-you have that dinner tonight, don't you?"
Connor and I were scheduled to have dinner with his parents to celebrate our engagement.
He'd apparently asked for my father's permission despite his seemingly
casual proposal, and we'd shared the news with my parents just after
he'd proposed. Neither my mom or dad had been surprised, but they had
been supportive and thrilled to welcome a shifter into the family.
"We can be late," Connor said.
I looked at him. "You're sure?"
He nodded. "Dinner won't matter much if demons overrun the city."
"I mean, we'll still have to eat," I murmured, but took his point.
"We can be late," he said again, this time with a smile that had me melting a little.
"Connor and I can start here," I said. "We'll talk to the fairies." I'd
also need to send a message to my informant. Jonathan Black was
half-elf, half-sorcerer, and an attorney with mysterious clients, at
least some of whom were criminals. He'd tried to kill me; he'd also
saved my life. He was an enigma.
"Petra and I will start here," Theo said, "although my arm would probably not be hella effective against arrows right now."
"Hella deflective, anyway," Alexei offered, chewing.
The first demon had triggered the ward that had broken Theo's arm, but a
fairy had put an arrow through his leg. He was human, but as brave as
they come.
"Sounds good," I said. "Want me to check with the Houses? They won't have been awake, but they may know something."
Chicago, with its three ley lines, collected sups like kids collected comics. It was home to four vampire Houses.
"You take Cadogan and Washington," Theo said. "We'll take Navarre and Grey."
"Got it. And we'll let you know if we find anything on our end. Stay safe out there."
"Same," Theo said. "But immortality probably gives you an advantage there."
He wasn't wrong.
The breakfast party was disbanded. Alexei took the last bite of his
bagel downstairs; Lulu followed him. While Connor showered, I checked in
with my parents at Cadogan House and Uncle Malik at Washington House.
He wasn’t my actual uncle, but my dad’s former Second at Cadogan House,
and I’d grown up with him and his wife.
Neither House,
unfortunately, had anything to offer regarding the magical burst. They'd
been unconscious during the day (being vampires), and the human guards
who watched over their Houses hadn't felt or reported anything. I also
sent a message to Black and didn't get an immediate response, which
wasn't especially surprising. He operated on his own schedule.
Then it was my turn in the shower and dressing for a night of who knew
what. Connor opted for his preferred jeans, T-shirt, and boots combo; I
went for jeans, boots with a stiletto thin enough to double as a weapon,
and a couple of thin, layered shirts to combat the coming fall chill. I
pulled my long, wavy blond hair into a topknot-the better to fight
with-and offered my attention to the second consciousness inside me.
There were two of us in here. In addition to me, my body housed a
remnant of the spell that had bound a supernatural creature into my
mother's katana two decades ago-and that had bound me to my mother,
allowing her to give birth to the world's first vampire child. Lulu's
mother, Mallory, had created that spell. The creature, called the
Egregore, had been created by a sorcerer named Sorcha Reed. She'd been
killed by her creation.
I called the remnant "monster," and its
presence was a secret that only Connor knew the full truth about, as I
hadn't wanted anyone else-particularly not Aunt Mallory and my
parents-to know that I'd been contaminated by Sorcha's magic. Or feel
guilty about any of it.
Aclaw swept across my face, and I felt the hot breath of hell. The monster had arrived.
I shook myself awake and stared into the eyes of my One True Enemy, who
sat on my chest like a succubus. Sleek and black and glaring at me with
unabashed loathing.
"Rawr," she said.
"What?" I asked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "And why?"
"That, Elisa, is a cat," said the wickedly gorgeous shapeshifter
currently in human form beside me. Connor Keene's hair was dark and
wavy, his body toned and muscles taut. One strong arm was slung over his
eyes, and a smile curved his very kissable mouth. "I'm surprised you
didn't know that."
He might have been my future husband, but I
gave him a look nearly as gnarly as the one I'd given the cat. "Why," I
began again, with admirable patience, "is it this cat and why is it in
this house?"
"Nothing to do with me," he said. And gave Eleanor of Aquitaine an arch look. "Cat, why are you here?"
Eleanor of Aquitaine (not Eleanor or Elle, unless you wanted
scratching) belonged to, or owned, Lulu Bell, my roommate and sorcerer.
But we weren't in the loft Lulu and I shared; we were in Connor's town
house. Only Connor "lived" in the town house, but we'd all taken up at
least temporary residence there recently. Me, because he was my future
husband. Lulu, because she was my bestie and I wanted her safe. Alexei
Breckenridge, because he was Connor's best friend and Lulu's (boyfriend?
friend? friend with benefits?) something or other. He'd stayed over at
the town house during Chicago's most recent supernatural disturbance and
hadn't yet left.
And now, apparently, we'd added the damned cat.
At my apparently rude question, said cat jumped off the bed and slunk into the bathroom.
"Demon visitation complete," I said. At least until she made it into
the closet and began running through our clothes like they were a joint
car wash and scratching pad.
I glanced at Connor. "How are you feeling?"
He rolled his shoulder, testing. "A little sore, but I'll manage."
Connor was the son of the North American Central Pack's current Apex,
Gabriel Keene. Connor had already taken down three challengers in his
effort to ascend to Apex when his dad retired. And they kept coming.
"Nothing tonight, right?"
"Nothing tonight," he said. "You?"
"Depends on the actual demons," I said.
I was a vampire born into Chicago's Cadogan House and an associate
Ombudsman, one of Chicago's human-supernatural liaisons. Less than a
week ago, we'd sealed away Andaras (aka Rose, aka Eglantine, aka
"Rosantine"), the first demon to enter Chicago in two hundred years.
While she was no longer a problem, she'd triggered two of the wards in
the city's Victorian-era magical defense system. We were still trying to
get the apparently single-use wards online again, and keep the city
from being overrun by demons walking through the literal gap in our
defenses. A few demons had made it through already; we were battling
them as we found them now and sprinkling copious amounts of salt-a new
addition to the Ombud operating procedure-across Chicago. We hadn't had a
night off since we'd brought the House back, and we were basically on
call until the problem was resolved.
In addition to their
penchant for troublemaking and violence, Rosantine had temporarily sent
Cadogan House and its inhabitants-including my, Lulu's, and Connor's
parents-into another dimension. Did not enjoy; did not wish to repeat.
Connor pulled me against him, enveloped me in warmth and magic and . . .
him. "Just give me one minute," he said. "And then you can yell at the
cat."
I snorted. "One minute," I said, and smoothed a hand over
his chest. He made a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes. There were
shadows beneath them-faint, dark crescents brought on by too much magic
and too much physical exertion.
"I know you don't want to stop
until you've claimed the throne," I said. "But if you need to stop
before you can do that, it's fine. We will find a different way to be."
He was quiet for a moment, then smoothed a hand over my long, wavy hair. "A different way?"
"Well, we could join the circus. You could be the strong man in those
little glittery shorts. I'll do the trapeze. We'll live out of an RV and
eat take-out Chinese."
"That's quite a plan."
"Maybe better as a backup situation. In the meantime, continue kicking their asses."
"That's the plan," he said, and kissed my forehead.
The bedroom door, already cracked, was pushed open fully by the
sorceress who stepped into the doorway. Her gaze searched the room, but
she ignored us-entwined as we were.
"Your minute is up," I said.
"Her Highness is in the bathroom," Connor announced. "Elisa scared her off."
"Lulu," I said-a question, a declaration, and a curse in two syllables.
"She was getting lonely," Lulu said, moving into the room. There was a
lot of feisty spirit in that petite frame, and an apparent skill at old
magic-the bloody, potentially evil kind. But the paint-spattered white
coveralls, rolled up at arms and ankles, mitigated the effect. She was
an artist first, a sorceress second. And until a week ago, a completely
nonpracticing one. Demons had changed everything.
Lulu was currently working on a mural in Hyde Park, not far from Cadogan House.
I narrowed my gaze as she strode to the bathroom, where something made a clunking sound. "What did she destroy?" I called out.
Lulu emerged, the cat sitting queenlike in her arms. "Here, or there?" she asked with a smile.
My stare didn't change. "What did she pee on at the loft?"
"Let's just say, if pee was gold, we'd both be rich. And I hope you didn't like those pink sneakers."
"You're both very entertaining," Connor said, rolling over to reveal
the smooth curves of muscle across his back. "But maybe you could
entertain somewhere else?"
With impeccable timing, Alexei
stepped into the room, bagel in hand. Silently, he looked at us, then at
Lulu and the cat, then chewed. Like Connor, Alexei was tall and strong,
with pale skin and dark blond hair. Alexei didn't talk much; he was a
man of quiet loyalty who said much with his piercing hazel eyes. And
knew how to back up a friend.
"And you brought her here why?" I asked.
"We can't leave her alone at the loft forever," Lulu said. "And with
the demons out there, who knows how long we'll be camped out here."
"I'll deal with the demons," I said. "And your parents are working on
repairing the broken wards." Lulu's parents were powerful sorcerers.
"I know. I was just saying. Nobody expects it to be immediate. Freaking demons."
"Freaking demons," Connor and Alexei muttered in unison.
Lulu stroked Eleanor of Aquitaine, who purred beneath her paint-stained
fingers. While that cat wanted nothing to do with me, she plainly loved
Lulu. And it wasn't my style to break up a family.
Resigned, I sighed and looked at Connor. "Your house, your rules."
"I don't have a problem with it," he said, voice muffled from the pillow. "She actually likes me."
And that stung a little. "She can stay," I told Lulu. "Just keep her
out of this room. And any other room in which I might make an
appearance."
"That's most of the house." Lulu's voice was flat.
"Is it?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.
My screen buzzed, and I plucked the thin rectangle of glass from the side table.
"Work," I said, and even the cat went silent. Work rarely delivered good news an hour before I made it into the office.
"Elisa," I answered. "And you're on speaker with a demon cat and the sups who enable it." This was not the time for video.
"Roger" was the caller's response. Roger Yuen was the Ombudsman and my
boss. "I'm on with Petra and Theo." They were my coworkers. Petra, an
aeromancer and light conspiracy theory enthusiast, and Theo, a human
former cop and my partner.
"How is Eleanor of Aquitaine?" Petra asked, and the cat actually rowr'd a response.
"Good girl," Petra added.
"What's happened?" I asked, trying to steer my evening away from the resident demon.
"We aren't sure," Roger said. "A burst of magic was reported during the day. Looks like around three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Reported by whom?" I asked.
"We've gotten calls from nymphs who called it a 'magicky bass drop' and
from a representative of the river trolls who called it a 'big loud.'"
"Checks out," Connor murmured.
"How did you get 'burst of magic' out of that?" Lulu asked, moving closer to the screen.
"ComEd," Roger said. That was Chicago's power supplier. "They recorded a
power surge at the same time. There are also complaints about satellite
and telecom services going down. None of it lasted for more than a few
seconds. Most of the complaints went to the mayor's office, and they
were routed back to us."
Connor had grabbed his screen, and I guessed he was sending a message to the Pack to see if they'd experienced anything.
"Was it a demon?" I asked, my heart beating a little faster.
"Not that we've found. The guards didn't see any activity at the wards.
And there were no reports of anyone actually seeing anything. Just
feeling it or its effects."
"Well, there was the UFO sighting,"
Petra said. "But we're pretty confident a UFO did not land on Soldier
Field in order to steal children." She paused. "Because aliens are more
interested in tech than bio, really."
"Hmm," I said
noncommittally. "What about the fairies? They're magically powerful.
They'd almost certainly have felt it." And maybe their bristly queen,
Claudia, would have some insight about what it was.
"Haven't heard from them," Roger said. "But that's not unusual."
"A few Pack members-those who were awake-felt it," Connor said, reading
his screen. "No one can say what it was or where it originated. They
just felt a sudden burst of energy."
"Something with the ley
lines?" I wondered. Three of the world-spanning lines of magical power
ran through Chicago. The city's demon wards were powered by
cornerstones-big bespelled stones that got their energy from the ley
lines and, in turn, helped regulate them.
"What could have affected them?" Theo asked.
"I don't know. Demons? Sorcerers?" I asked, looking at Lulu.
"You're asking if they could affect the ley lines? I mean, I'm not an
expert, but I don't know how they could. Ley lines are pure power. I
don't think sorcerers could sway them much. And if they'd done
something, some kind of spell, I think we'd have felt it."
"So what should we do?" I asked Roger.
"Maybe it's nothing," Roger said. "Just a hitch in the lines because
the demon wards were recently triggered. But if it's something more, I
don't want it getting worse. I'm thinking patrols around the city. Maybe
we won't find anything, but at least we'll have done our due diligence.
Wait-you have that dinner tonight, don't you?"
Connor and I were scheduled to have dinner with his parents to celebrate our engagement.
He'd apparently asked for my father's permission despite his seemingly
casual proposal, and we'd shared the news with my parents just after
he'd proposed. Neither my mom or dad had been surprised, but they had
been supportive and thrilled to welcome a shifter into the family.
"We can be late," Connor said.
I looked at him. "You're sure?"
He nodded. "Dinner won't matter much if demons overrun the city."
"I mean, we'll still have to eat," I murmured, but took his point.
"We can be late," he said again, this time with a smile that had me melting a little.
"Connor and I can start here," I said. "We'll talk to the fairies." I'd
also need to send a message to my informant. Jonathan Black was
half-elf, half-sorcerer, and an attorney with mysterious clients, at
least some of whom were criminals. He'd tried to kill me; he'd also
saved my life. He was an enigma.
"Petra and I will start here," Theo said, "although my arm would probably not be hella effective against arrows right now."
"Hella deflective, anyway," Alexei offered, chewing.
The first demon had triggered the ward that had broken Theo's arm, but a
fairy had put an arrow through his leg. He was human, but as brave as
they come.
"Sounds good," I said. "Want me to check with the Houses? They won't have been awake, but they may know something."
Chicago, with its three ley lines, collected sups like kids collected comics. It was home to four vampire Houses.
"You take Cadogan and Washington," Theo said. "We'll take Navarre and Grey."
"Got it. And we'll let you know if we find anything on our end. Stay safe out there."
"Same," Theo said. "But immortality probably gives you an advantage there."
He wasn't wrong.
The breakfast party was disbanded. Alexei took the last bite of his
bagel downstairs; Lulu followed him. While Connor showered, I checked in
with my parents at Cadogan House and Uncle Malik at Washington House.
He wasn’t my actual uncle, but my dad’s former Second at Cadogan House,
and I’d grown up with him and his wife.
Neither House,
unfortunately, had anything to offer regarding the magical burst. They'd
been unconscious during the day (being vampires), and the human guards
who watched over their Houses hadn't felt or reported anything. I also
sent a message to Black and didn't get an immediate response, which
wasn't especially surprising. He operated on his own schedule.
Then it was my turn in the shower and dressing for a night of who knew
what. Connor opted for his preferred jeans, T-shirt, and boots combo; I
went for jeans, boots with a stiletto thin enough to double as a weapon,
and a couple of thin, layered shirts to combat the coming fall chill. I
pulled my long, wavy blond hair into a topknot-the better to fight
with-and offered my attention to the second consciousness inside me.
There were two of us in here. In addition to me, my body housed a
remnant of the spell that had bound a supernatural creature into my
mother's katana two decades ago-and that had bound me to my mother,
allowing her to give birth to the world's first vampire child. Lulu's
mother, Mallory, had created that spell. The creature, called the
Egregore, had been created by a sorcerer named Sorcha Reed. She'd been
killed by her creation.
I called the remnant "monster," and its
presence was a secret that only Connor knew the full truth about, as I
hadn't wanted anyone else-particularly not Aunt Mallory and my
parents-to know that I'd been contaminated by Sorcha's magic. Or feel
guilty about any of it.
