For Whom the Spell Tolls

FOR WHOM THE SPELL TOLLS

Book 6 of the Dulcie O’Neil series

HP Mallory

Also by
HP Mallory
:

THE JOLIE WILKINS SERIES:

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble
Toil and Trouble
Be Witched (Novella)
Witchful Thinking
The Witch Is Back
Something Witchy This Way Comes

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THE DULCIE O’NEIL SERIES:

To Kill A Warlock
A Tale Of Two Goblins
Great Hexpectations
Wuthering Frights

Malice In Wonderland
For Whom The Spell Tolls

LOOK FOR THE BRAND NEW LILY HARPER SERIES COMING MARCH 26, 2013!

FOR WHOM THE SPELL TOLLS

by

H.P. Mallory

Copyright © 2013 by H.P. Mallory

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

For Dulcie’s Fans

Acknowledgements:

To my mother: Thank you for everything you do.

To my editor, Teri, at
www.editingfairy.com
:
I always appreciate your fantastic edits! Thank you.

To my husband:
I love you.

To my son:
Thank you for making me laugh every day.

To my beta readers Evie from Paromantasy and the Eaton sisters, thank you!

To the winner of my "become a character in my next book" contest,
Rachel Wallace: Congratulations! I hope you enjoy reading about yourself!

To Mary Stadter:
Thank you so much for entering the contest to come up with the title for this book.

I really love it!

A Note From HP:

To all my readers,

I hope you’ve enjoyed Dulcie’s adventures as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them.

As this is the last book in the Dulcie series, it’s with a heavy heart that I write this note but I do hope you’ve enjoyed the series and you’re happy with the ending!

I will certainly miss writing about Dulcie, Knight and the gang but I’m also very enthusiastic about new projects that are currently underway. (Be sure to read the first chapter—at the end of this book—of “Better Off Dead,” the first book in the brand new Lily Harper series!)

Thank you so much for all your continued support. As an indie author, I can’t tell you how much it means to me.

Love, HP

ONE

The decision was made.

And now that the decision was made, I could somehow think a little more clearly. It was like the proverbial fog was lifted from my eyes, revealing the reality that we were going to invade the Netherworld.

The decision to invade the Netherworld was both complicated and not-so-complicated. The not-so-complicated part was that the decision
had
been made so now it was just a matter of planning the strategy for the invasion. The complications arose with regard to invading the Netherworld, itself, because we, The Resistance, intended to dethrone my father, who was not only the head of the Netherworld, but also a ruthless tyrant. Given our father-daughter relationship, some people might have considered the whole situation complex but as far as I was concerned, it wasn’t.

“You good with this?” Knight asked as he sat behind the wheel of a Chevy Suburban. He kept alternating his piercing blue gaze between the road and me.

I nodded immediately. “I’m good with it.” And that was the Hades-honest truth. I mean, only moments earlier, I’d announced that we needed to stop wasting time and invade the Netherworld
now
. Truth be told, I was concerned that we’d waited too long already. Why? Because I’d just discovered that my father had tricked the head of The Resistance, Christina Sabbiondo, into revealing many of our secrets which had, in turn, completely compromised everything we were planning. At this point, all we really had on our side was the element of surprise. And from where I stood, banking on the element of surprise wasn’t necessarily a good bet.

Knight offered me a smile. Even though he simply raised the corners of his lips—not even into a full-fledged grin—it caused butterflies to rise up into my stomach all the same. Maybe it was because Knightley Vander’s photograph could have been posted beside the headline “So incredibly gorgeous, it feels sinful just to look at him” in good ol’ Webster’s Dictionary. Or maybe it was his personality—the quintessential flirt who could basically undress you with just a glance. But he was also incredibly dedicated and devoted to people and ideas he believed in. All in all, Knight might appear the rogue and, in many ways he was, but he was also a good guy. A really good guy.

“You realize what this will mean?” he continued, eyeing me with his black eyebrows drawn together in an expression of speculation. His pitch-black hair and olive complexion imbued him with a certain Mediterranean air, but those crystal blue eyes muddied any hunches about his ancestry. I knew what he was though—a Loki, a creature born from the fires of Hades and created in Hades’s own burly, large and stunning image. 

“What
what
will mean?”

“Dulce, we’re going against your father with the intention of bringing him down, no matter the costs.” He took a deep breath and seemed to zone out on the road before he returned his gaze to me. “And the costs could be your father’s life.”

I felt my jaw tighten at the mention of my father, Melchior O’Neil. Glancing down at my clenched fingers, I found my knuckles were white. I relaxed my hands and shook them out as I turned to face Knight. “As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a father.”

Knight took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “He’s all you have left.”

Unfortunately, Knight was right—my father was the last of my kin. My mother had died a long time ago and my father had only come into my life recently. But it definitely wasn’t a family addition that I welcomed or invited, by any stretch of the imagination. Melchior O’Neil, my father, was basically Enemy Number One, as far as I was concerned. He’d created an illegal narcotics Utopia in which street potions from the Netherworld were transported to my city of Splendor, California, (as well as many neighboring cities) through portals. My father had been importing these street potions for centuries. As an elf, he had the ability to control his own aging, and in the process, he was able to grow incredibly wealthy, thereby gaining even more power. The irony of the whole damn situation was that I’d dedicated myself and my life to fighting crime as a Regulator for the Association of Netherworld Creatures (ANC) here in Splendor. Funny how life sometimes kicks you right in the nuts … well, if you have any, that is.

“He’s not all I have left,” I countered. “Sam, Dia, Quill, Trey and … you … you’re my family. And you all are way more family than Melchior ever was to me.”

Even though Knight and I had experienced our fair share of issues during our relationship, there was no denying that we were absolutely in love with each other and always had been. Despite trying to talk myself out of being in love with him on numerous occasions, it was a complete waste of time. When it comes down to it, you just can’t rationalize emotion, much less try to control it.

I probably shouldn’t have been surprised that I couldn’t convince myself not to be in love with Knight. Every time the man so much as looked at me, I felt my insides melt. What was more, a fire began to brew in my core—a fire that felt very much like yearning. It was a sexual ache the likes of which I’d never experienced with another man. But that was no surprise because sex with Knight was, in one word … addictive.

When confronted with my own thoughts, I felt heat burning my cheeks and shifted uncomfortably, trying to clear my own mind. Thinking about sex with the Loki wasn’t going to solve the issue of invading the Netherworld. All it would do was get me flustered, which was something I really didn’t need to add to the overwhelming list of emotions already plaguing me.

“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met,” Knight said thoughtfully. He didn’t look at me, but continued driving. “I admire you more than words can express.”

“Hey, you aren’t so bad yourself,” I said with a slightly embarrassed laugh. I wasn’t really comfortable with compliments and mushy stuff. I never had been. It was one of the things I envied about Knight—he didn’t have a problem balancing his funny, sociable or tough side with his caring, romantic and emotional side. 

He glanced over at me and there was no expression on his face. It was just a blank canvas of male beauty. “I
am
your family,” he said simply. “And I would gladly give my life if it meant saving yours.”

I swallowed hard, not able to face the truth in his eyes. I didn’t want to think about him trading his life for mine because it was a trade I would never accept. I would never allow Knight to die for me or in my name.

“Don’t talk like that,” I said softly, hating the image of him still and lifeless. I crossed my arms against my chest and felt my chin starting to jut out in defiance. “We’re going to take my father down and that’s that.”

Knight nodded with a slight smile as he studied me. After another few seconds, he glanced back at the road, as if to make sure we weren’t veering into oncoming traffic. When we were safely traveling in our traffic lane, he looked at me again. This time, there was something in his eyes that wasn’t there before—a certain twinkle like he was pleased to know something I didn’t.

“One thing I do know for sure,” he started, but seemed to swallow his words. Instead, he just wetted his lips with his tongue.

“What do you know for sure?” I asked, sounding less than interested.

“Once this shit with Melchior is figured out,” he continued, sparing a few seconds for the road before returning his intense gaze to mine, “I’m locking both of us in my bedroom for at least a week; and at the end of that week, you won’t be able to walk.”