Aching Silver (House of Wolves Book 1) by Amber Naralim

Author:Amber Naralim [Naralim, Amber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-05-20T05:00:00+00:00

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Chapter

They rode the elevator. It was such a jarring thing to experience with the need for urgency boiling at its surface. Derrick doted on Izobel, whispering his chant, and brushing rocks over her face. The ringing in Nora’s ears vibrated physically. A massive Yuka plant wilted slowly next to her. Brown color leached away at the verdant green of its spiky fronds. It shrank and withered curling in on itself.

Valentine circled Deklan’s feet, his concern for Izobel interrupted by the intermittent need to show his contempt for Derrick with a flick of his tail and an unimpressed glare. They had a complicated relationship. Deklan couldn’t keep his stare off Nora’s face. Beat to hell was an understatement. With the light, he could pick out details. Nora held her shirt closed. But it wasn’t torn like Izobel’s, hers had been cut.

“What happened?” Deklan asked finally.

“We were on our way to meet a woman from her circle. But we were followed.”

“Claudia?” Deklan demanded.

She was good. Curiosity only had a second or two before she killed it with a neutrally questioning look. Deklan smirked.

“It’s okay. I’m part of her circle too,” he explained with a smile that burgeoned on too easy.

“So you’re a Sparrow?” Nora asked, regarding the murdered plant with suspicion.

“Sparrow?”

“Sorcerer.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The elevator doors opened and he led her down the hallway to the last door on the left side casually. A few healing spells and a nullification charm put Izobel in the recovery column. She was out of the woods. The apartment was spacious. Neither this place or Izobel’s apartment matched their exteriors. The space multiplied, building on itself to create a mirrored effect that looked wrong until you were standing there. Vanilla paint and rustic modern paneling greeted them. The wood was warm. A leather couch and a single chair decorated the main room. Plants seemed to be a thing amongst the magically inclined.

She followed him into the bedroom where he lay Izobel on the queen-sized, platform bed. From modern industrial sheik to bohemian in the distance of a hallway, mandalas and dream catchers hung in every window. Every flat surface cluttered with crystals in a rainbow of colors. Four glass containers hung from the ceiling spilling succulents.

Nora wasn’t sure why but this room felt staged. She wondered who he was performing for.

“There’s some Advil in the medicine cabinet,” Deklan said pointing to the en suite bathroom. “But if you really want the pain to go away take two drops from the little bottle next to it. It will help with the shakes.”

And here she thought she was hiding it better than that. He grabbed things from the dresser top. Nora took him up on it. Her head was splitting like firewood. She sighed at her reflection and opened the cabinet door, not wanting to look at the mess Mathew made of her face. She dumped four tabs out onto her palm and swallowed them down with a handful of water that stung like a bitch.

She sat there looking at the bottle for a moment considering her options.

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