Spellfinder by Caine Carmen

Author:Caine, Carmen [Caine, Carmen]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-04-23T04:00:00+00:00

Branded

Gone were the leggings, bow, and thunderbolt arrows. The Nether Reach keeper had changed into jeans and a knit long-sleeved t-shirt complete with a plain gray hoodie, but his attempt at nondescript human failed miserably. He was too striking to fly under any radar.

Lucian clapped a firm hand on the small of my back and swept me into the elevator before I could respond.

“Be gone, keeper,” he snapped. “We’re busy here.”

The elevator doors whooshed closed, but at the last second, a hand blocked them from sealing shut. As the doors sprang back, the keeper stepped inside, blue eyes flashing.

Crud. “What do you want?” I asked him sourly.

He didn’t answer. He just jabbed a button. The elevator lurched upwards, but only a few feet before he lifted his hand and jolted the car to a stop.

Lucian straightened and arched an angry brow.

Great. I was stuck in tiny quarters with an enraged warlock and a hostile keeper—not to mention the defective imp lurking in my cold, wet sleeve.

Could it end in anything but disaster?

But no sooner had I thought of Ricky than I realized I couldn’t feel him anymore—or, for that matter, smell him. Hex it. Had the imp deserted? Again? A quick pat down of my sleeves confirmed it. Who knew where he’d turn up next time?

Swearing inwardly, I glanced back at Lucian and the keeper. I’d missed the opening salvos of their exchange but tuned back just in time to hear the keeper say, “Your concerns are petty compared to mine, warlock. I owe you no explanation. You may not hinder me.”

The expression gracing Lucian’s handsome face was one of calculating, aloof disdain. “Mayn’t I?” he asked with a spooky calmness, eyeing the newcomer from down the lengths of his aristocratic nose. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Lucian Rowle.” He paused, waiting for the words to sink in before asking, “And you are?”

The name of Rowle produced the desired effect. The keeper’s cockiness vanished. Almost contrite, he dipped his chin in what could have been respect. His voice certainly adopted a markedly politer tone. “I am honored to make your acquaintance, Lord Rowle. I am Strix, the Eighth Son, and a Keeper of the Nether Reaches.”

Lucian grunted. “Then tell me what crime Cassidy has committed ere I release her into your custody.”

“Crime?” I seized the word, aghast. I whirled on the keeper. “Custody? Are you insane?” Lucian’s arm dropped lightly around my shoulders in a placating gesture, but I was hardly in the mood to be pacified. Angrily, I brushed him off and continued my confrontation. “Strix, is it? What game are you playing here? I’ve committed no crime!”

“No crime?” Strix challenged, his blond brows gathered in a knot. “The law begs to differ. You opened the gates between the reaches, Cassidy Edwards. You released one of your kind on Earth and not just any of the specter kindred. You released one of the worst, a creature born of shadows, the very stuff of nightmares. You freed

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