Sorrow's Apprentice by Kater Cheek

Author:Kater Cheek
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: heist, vampire, witch, fae, mystery
Publisher: Kater Cheek
Published: 2020-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kit would have appreciated the peace and quiet of a babysitter evening if she’d been with Fenwick. Maybe they could go to dinner and a movie, like they used to before Jade came along. But no, instead she was wearing a floor-length crepe dress with boning, sleeves that came to the wrist, and a black lace collar that made her feel as if she were choking. It even had a small black velvet hat with a tiny veil, and she wasn’t sure if she was wearing it appropriately, but at least an entire packet of bobby pins and half a can of hairspray would ensure that it and her bun could stay in place.

The wake took place at Councilman Branning’s adorable little lavender-painted house with the country cottage garden. She stopped to admire the flowers shining white in the moonlight. Kit held a large bouquet of white roses, white irises, white daisies and baby’s breath, which Silvara assured her would last three days. She had fruitlessly searched the Hallmark aisle in the drugstore, unable to find a card that said “Congratulations, you’re dead!” Finally, she settled on a blank one with a landscape painted on it, and she and Fenwick had both signed it with congratulations. Just in case they were going to be dicks about her being invited, Kit also brought the invitation that Jessi Mitchell had sent her.

The door opened, revealing a pair of black leather pumps in the triangle of moonlight spilling onto the carpet. Kit couldn’t see the vampire’s face and waited for her to speak to recognize the voice.

“Melbourne,” Councilman Branning said. “Come in. Please put the flowers on the table.”

Councilman Branning closed the door behind her, and Kit couldn’t see a damn thing. The only light in the room was the candelabra next to Mitchell’s bier, and that was on the far side of the living room with a crowd of people between her and the door.

Kit had been in the house before, but it had been years and years earlier. She’d laid a ward in the house, one of her first, but she couldn’t even feel it anymore.

“Over here,” Councilman Branning said, and it sounded like she was turning as she said it, gesturing, but Kit still couldn’t see anything.

Kit shuffled forward slowly, not wanting to spill the vase or trip over anything. The room was mostly silent except for the dry susurration of vampires speaking in sub-vocal whispers to one another. Kit took tiny, mincing steps, sliding each foot forward carefully as if treading on a lake that might not be frozen. It was like being in the desert with Fain and Kaltenbach, except without an arm to keep her from falling. Not being able to see the floor, see the furniture, see anything really, made her feel like she was drifting in space.

“How about I just take that?” Councilman Branning said, lifting the vase from her arms with an exasperated sigh.

“Thank you,” Kit said with feeling, holding out the card. “I can’t see very well.

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