Blood Magic 1 by Lyon Jennifer

Author:Lyon, Jennifer [Lyon, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Paranormal, Fiction
ISBN: 9780345512727
Publisher: Ebury Press
Published: 2009-02-24T08:00:00+00:00

THURSDAY (VERY EARLY MORNING)

DAY SIX OF THE DEATH MARK

Axel felt Darcy's magic tumble through him in a continuous stream, vibrating through his intestines.

Then it stopped.

For nearly an hour she had stared at the tapestry. Even stranger, he had heard her talking inside his head. He figured out that he was hearing her side of the conversation with her biological mother. That was some weird shit. He could only assume that because he'd touched her blood, and perhaps because they'd had sex tonight, he had been magically pulled into half of the conversation.

Joe moved to stand in front of her. “You were crying. Just staring at the tapestry and crying. You didn't hear me talking to you.”

Axel tried to sort out what he'd learned from hearing her side; her mom was dead, murdered. Her mom might have known how to break the curse. Discussion about familiars and Hannah. It fed the dark suspicions rustling in his mind.

Why now? Why could Darcy talk to the tapestry now? Why had he felt her powers vibrating through him?

What had she done to him?

She pulled herself from beneath his arm and moved to sit on the bed, huddling into the blanket around her shoulders. Lifting her gaze to her cousin, she said, “I saw my biological mother. She's dead, and has been for twenty-six years. She was murdered by my father.”

Axel swore his hawk tattoo tried to reach out to her, to ease her grief.

He watched as Joe sank onto the bed next to her. “Ah shit, Darcy.”

She smiled wanly at that. “You always know the right thing to say.”

He squeezed her in a one-arm hug. “It's my natural charm.”

Axel leaned back on the worktable and focused. There was nothing they could do about her parents, or the fact that her mom had been murdered—most likely by a rogue. “Can you access the spells in there now?”

Joe frowned. “Jesus, Locke. She's not a machine.”

“It'd be better if I had a familiar.” Her face looked troubled as she stared at the tapestry. “Maybe he or she will show up soon.”

The familiar comment brought his father's accusations back to him. How had she drawn him into her magic? Her next words snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Who is Quinn Young?”

Axel went stiff and looked at her pale face. “He's the head of the rogues. He's organizing them and determined to wipe out the existence of witches entirely. Why?”

Sharp laughter spilled from her. “Guess that explains why he wants to kill me so badly.”

Her eyes were too big in her face, accentuated by dark shadows. “Darcy, what's going on?”

She looked back at the tapestry. “Quinn Young is my father.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered. He couldn't help thinking that things were just getting more complicated. Her father was a rogue witch hunter. But maybe that made sense, maybe that formed a bond between them and that was why she was able to draw him into her magic.

Or maybe that gave her an ability to use him to increase her magic. He had to find out more.

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