Curse of Iron by D.D. Miers & Graceley Knox

Author:D.D. Miers & Graceley Knox [Miers, D.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chaotic Press LLC
Published: 2018-09-04T05:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

Shower forgotten, I lit a smudge and cleansed the entire apartment, and washed the windows, walls, and door clearing all magical wards of protection. There was only one kind of magic I knew would protect from the invasion of a power as corrupted as a warlock. Cursing loudly to myself, I split my arm from wrist to elbow and let my blood spill into my chalice, praying I got enough before it healed. I didn’t want to have to reopen my arm a second time.

The regular wards wouldn’t do either, so I double checked my memory to the one restricted book I’d managed to rescue from the coven vaults for my mother’s spells. She had been one hell of a witch, and her notes were the only way I’d gotten to know her growing up. It lasted until Portia caught me practicing a stone skin spell after a particularly brutal beating I took from my cousin and her friends.

I drew the sigils exactly as my mother had laid them out in her book, a symbol for protection, a symbol for purity, the symbol for infinity, and the knotted heart of unbreakable love. I sealed it with the incantation written in the margins in her graceful script and prayed to Dana to keep the magic of my mother safe inside the walls of my home.

Belatedly, it occurred to me I should’ve called the lawyer Orson had gotten for me, but his magic was as different from the guy who had attacked me as it was from my own. Warlocks were like witches, in that as much as their magic was a corruption of my upbringing, they could be decent people, or really, deeply terrible, and the magic showed what was inside, eventually.

I turned my attention to getting ready as quickly as possible. I needed to talk to Grayson about my suspicions.

The dress was too gorgeous laid out on my old, second hand quilt. It made me feel like an imposter as I used an incantation to lace up my own corset and slip the gown over my head and smooth it down my body.

I cinched up the shoes but skipped the hose, and applied a light dusting of the pink, pearlescent powder Sylvie had pushed on me as I was leaving her place to my eyelids and cheekbones, making them shimmer. The pink made the grey of my eyes look almost as silver as they did when my magic was active. Simple mascara was enough to frame my eyes and make them look even larger and more exotic and I had to remind myself looking Fae didn’t mean looking out of place where I was going.

I felt too naked to leave the apartment without my athame, so I pulled enough of my hair up to wind the sheath through it as a hair stick and slid the knife in to it. The wooden handle was a little "nature fairy" amidst the glitz and glam of the gown, but as I examined

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