Witchlock (32 page)

It hit Evalle hard that she did trust the witch. Funny how things changed. “We can trust her, which brings me to something I need to tell
you now that you’re Maistir. I didn’t want to tell Tzader or he wouldn’t have gone to Treoir.”
 

“Oh?”
 

Adrianna might strangle Evalle, because she’d see any interference as putting Ragan at risk. But Adrianna was the one who said all would be lost anyhow if Veronika ended up with Witchlock. “Before I tell you, I need your promise not to do anything without telling me first, Quinn.”
 

“That’s a very broad promise.”
 

“But you trust me,” Evalle said quietly, not asking. Just reminding him.
 

“Of course.”
 

She told him about traveling to Jafnan Mir and brought him up to speed about Veronika and Witchlock.
 

He murmured, “Holy hell.”
 

“Yeah, but we have to stop Veronika, Quinn.”
 

“What does she look like?”
 

“I don’t know.” Evalle sat up, thinking about that. “I hadn’t planned on meeting up with Veronika, but I’ll ask. Adrianna might be the only person in Atlanta who can recognize her at the moment, but we don’t know for sure she’ll follow us here, and Adrianna says Veronika will for sure be avoiding
her
until after the eclipse, so the chances of her showing up in the city before that are pretty much zero.”
 

“Get a description,” he ordered, sounding every bit the Maistir in charge.
 

“Will do.”
 

“What else do you have?”  
 

“We only know that she’ll come to this hemisphere for the eclipse. I’m concerned about putting word out through VIPER, because they aren’t going to believe anything that comes from me and we risk the Medb finding out and getting involved in a bad way.”
 

“I agree. Witchlock has been nothing more than a legend for so long I doubt anyone will take this threat seriously, especially with Adrianna having no support from her own coven. With this warlock mess hanging over your head, the Tribunal may think you’re only trying to throw the attention off of yourself. On the other hand, the deities might believe you, and that would be bad.”
 

“Why? What would they do?” Evalle asked.
 

“They would know the legend of Witchlock. Some of them would remember it of course. If they believed us, which would be a huge if, the deities would not stay to fight. They’d see this world as a lost cause and bail on VIPER and humans. They support the coalition for their own
purposes. Those deities that are part of the coalition enjoy having the ability to keep an eye on other pantheons, preventing any single one from gaining an upper hand. Those who are not part of the coalition are fair game that no one will lift a finger to protect.”
 

“Silly me to think there might be an ounce of honor among them.”
 

Quinn said, “Some do possess honor, but the majority will always watch out for number one first. I see no value in telling the Tribunal until we have definitive proof of where Veronika is and what she’s doing. That way, we can prevent any leaks to the Medb. Those bloody warmongers would find a way to use Witchlock against us.”
 

“I have no idea what we do now, Quinn.”
 

“You continue to stay safe.”
 

“Don’t start on me,” she warned.
 

Quinn sounded as if he sat up straight and leaned forward when he spoke. “This is me speaking as your Maistir. And as such, I am ordering you to not put yourself in a position for the Medb to pile any new evidence against you.”
 

She pulled the phone away and looked at it, then brought it back to her ear. “Yes, sir.”
 

“Tzader and Storm are the overprotective ones. I know what you can do, Evalle. We will find a way to prove your innocence but it will do me no good to stand there with proof if you’re dead or caught in one of their traps and forced to be under their control.”
 

She grinned at his confidence in her. “Thank you. I’m so freaking tired of everyone suddenly treating me like I’ll break.”
 

“Not you.”  Quinn chuckled and it almost sounded like the man she’d known for a long time. “How’s mated life?”
 

“I have no idea to be honest, but I can tell you cohabitating isn’t as simple as I’d thought it would be. Of course, we had all of six hours together here the first day before Storm had to leave to track a troll killer.” She shrugged and finally admitted, “Feenix and Storm are not hitting it off.”
 

“What’s the problem?”
 

“He’s possessive and territorial.”
 

“Which one?”
 

“Huh,” she murmured. “Both, I guess.”
 

Warmth came through when Quinn said, “They both love you.”
 

“Yes.”
 

“They have to learn to share.”
 

That was easier said than done. “But it’s more than that. I’m not sure
I’m cut out to be a mate.”
 

He laughed softly. “What do you think qualifies someone to be a mate?”
 

“For starters, I should be able to cook one freakin’ edible meal. Anybody should be able to do that. Me? Evidently not. For another thing, I can’t go outside in the daylight, which pretty much means the only time we can leave is in the dark. That’s not normal. Who wants to live that way?” She was getting worked up, but for the first time she was spilling her guts and when she said it out loud this sounded even more like a plan that had no chance to succeed.
 

“Storm knew you were nocturnal when he met you, Evalle.”
 

“I know.”
 

“Has he ever asked if you could cook?”
 

“Not really, but my lack of skill will be obvious soon.”
 

“I doubt it. I’ve spent enough time with Storm to have an idea of the type of man he is and I don’t think any of that matters to him.”
 

She considered Quinn’s take on everything, then recalled the buckle incident. “I hear you, but I can’t fix the tension between them.”
 

“They’ll have to work it out. There are some things
you
can’t do.”  Quinn paused and asked, “What’s the worst that can happen?”
 

“He’d leave me.” She hated how vulnerable that sounded.
 

“Do you really think Storm would do that?”
 

“No, not walk away from me.” She hated sounding so inflexible, but she admitted the truth, “I want Storm here. I want to live together.”
 

“If it comes to separate places, you could make it work, couldn’t you?” Quinn asked gently.
 

“Yes.” But she’d been so happy at the idea of Storm being
with
her. Of being
with
him everyday. She loved Feenix, but she’d never realized how alone she’d been as a woman until Storm came into her life.
 

But Storm hadn’t even mentioned bringing anything from his house to make this place more his home.
 

He probably didn’t want to risk Feenix destroying his personal items.
 

She didn’t want Feenix damaging Storm’s things, but neither did she want to see Feenix sad. No-win situation. She had bigger things to worry about and turned the subject back to something productive.
 

“Storm is tracking every place I told him I’d seen the demon on Stone Mountain and around the base where the body of the warlock was found, but I haven’t heard word from him yet.”
 

“He texted me that he was following leads.”
 

Storm hadn’t texted
her
.
 

Because he didn’t want to wake you,
her harpy of a conscience said.
 

Determined to not make a mountain out of a molehill, she acted as if that was fine. “How do you want to handle this Veronika issue?”
 

“You and Adrianna keep me in the loop if you find out anything. I shouldn’t have to tell you to stay out of Veronika’s reach.”
 

“Nope. I’m following my Maistir’s orders,” she said in a teasing tone, but meant every word. “If we can determine where Veronika is going to observe the eclipse and do her woo-woo when it happens, we may have to call in Sen to stop her. She’s that powerful. I’d be concerned about having Beladors go up against her and especially if they linked.”
 

“Point taken. We keep this on a need to know basis and I’ll deal with bringing in Sen if it comes to that. I don’t trust that bastard any further than I could toss him.”
 

She didn’t either, but for once, Evalle hoped Sen was as deadly as he seemed.
 

She hung up with Quinn and texted Adrianna:
Have you heard or seen anything?
 

Adrianna sent back:
  R u just now rolling, Sleeping Beauty?
 

Evalle’s face heated at the dig, but she texted:
I told Quinn about V and the realm. He’s the new Belador Maistir. Won’t share what he knows on this. Text/call him if you find out anything before I do.
 

The phone hummed with an incoming call. Adrianna
 

Evalle answered, getting in the first shot. “Don’t bitch at me about telling Quinn. I have a duty to protect the Beladors, too.”
 

“I understand and I’m trying to keep the greater good in perspective,” Adrianna said. “But if Quinn or anyone else interferes and costs me my sister, they’ll regret it.”
 

Evalle looked up, where no answers majikally appeared on the ceiling and said, “If you trust me, you trust Quinn. Just so you know, he isn’t telling anyone at VIPER about this and he won’t send out some blanket order to Beladors, because it would be suicidal to send them in with no idea what they were up against. But if Veronika shows up, we’ll have every Belador we need stepping up to help.”
 

“I hear you, but I’m telling you the fewer people involved, the better, because I am the only one who can break that chain of power and that’s only if I can open the bond with Ragan. She and I have to open the bond at the same time.”
 

“Do we have any reason to believe Veronika will be anywhere near Atlanta for the eclipse?”
 

“No, and in fact I expect her to stay away because she knows I’m
here,” Adrianna explained. “If she’s smart, she isn’t going to risk me interfering again without the realm to drain my power. Even if she does come here, I don’t expect her to show up until the last minute, so I’m guessing that we have until right before the eclipse tomorrow to find her.”
 

Not much time. Evalle asked, “Shouldn’t we warn people?”
 

“What would you tell them? Run for the hills?”  Adrianna was silent for a moment, as if thinking. “No. There will be no hiding from her if she gains Witchlock. A deity might have a chance against her, but they aren’t going to put their pantheons on the line for anyone.”
 

“That’s what Quinn said.”
 

“He’s right.”  
 

Evalle started digging out fresh clothes. “Have you found out anything?”
 

“No, and I consider that good news. I’ve been searching out Nightstalkers for hours, but coming up empty. What about your guy?”
 

“Grady? I’ll catch up with him later and ask if he’s got anything. He hears news from all over the country sometimes, so I’ll get him to put out feelers. That reminds me, what does Veronika look like?”
 

“I saw her only the one time seventeen months back. She’s five-seven, busty, sort of like Madonna, the singer, if she were taller and had black hair streaked with white, blue eyes, a narrow chin.”
 

“Got it. I’ll pass that on to Quinn.”
 

“Okay, but I’m telling you that I’ll share with Quinn only if he shares with me.”
 

“Understood.”
 

She finished the call and sent a text to Quinn, then dove through the shower, dressed and grabbed a power bar from the kitchen. She was starting to unwrap it when her phone buzzed with an incoming text message from Rowan.
 

Crud.
Could
s
omebody please kill the faerie who decided to whack me with a popularity wand today?  
 

Thumbing keys, Evalle asked what Rowan needed.
 

Rowan sent back:
I need to talk to you about a problem brewing within the covens
.
I hate to ask you to come out in daylight, but we don’t have much time and I need your help.
 

Evalle wanted to find out if Rowan knew anything about Witchlock, too. She replied:
I’ll put on my protective gear and head your way. Why the urgency?
 

Rowan sent:
I’m trying to prevent a war among the witches.
 

Evalle rushed through the living room and slid to a stop when
something the size of a tennis ball flew across the room, with Feenix leaping for it. She watched him flutter up and down after the buzzing toy, his eyes lit up with excitement.
 

Stepping closer, Evalle asked, “Where’d you get that, baby?”
 

Feenix jerked around and looked guilty, but he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. “Uh...”
 

“Did Lanna leave that?”
 

He shook his head, ignoring the buzzing ... what was that thing?