Syphon's Song by Anise Rae

Author:Anise Rae
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-03-02T16:00:00+00:00

13

Bronte’s cheeks burned for the remaining of the drive back. Anger, hurt and guilt all vied for space inside her. She turned her eyes to the window. The sky brightened, a stark contrast to her dark mood. Orange and pink glowed over the flat horizon of the shorn fields. A new day.

The day she was supposed to leave.

A sliver of dawn’s light lit the woods. The road narrowed, leaving barely enough room for two vehicles to squeeze past…and only if they had skilled drivers behind their wheels. Mage drivers. Driving was something mages did quite well for all their highbrow aversion to creating machines themselves. Even creating mage engines was considering dirty work, left to dark mages.

They pulled into the gates, Vincent opening them with his vibes as they neared. Her syphon power absorbed the hitch in his energy. She wondered if she’d ever get used to it, ever stop noticing it.

“I want to drive my car back.” It sat beneath the archway of the gatehouse.

“I’ll have someone take care of it for you.”

“Vincent, stop the car.” Her order was clear and firm. With a heavy exhale, she turned to him.

He yielded.

She pulled the door handle. It was locked. “Vincent.” A one-word warning.

“Bronte,” he countered, “you scared the vibes right of me when I realized you weren’t here this morning. So please. For me. Let’s go back together.”

She flipped the lock up. She swore she saw his soul hanging in his eyes. She stayed tough.

He sighed.

She won.

“Go to the big house,” he ordered. “Park in the front. Go straight to the senator’s office. Everyone is waiting for us. I’ll follow you.”

“Why?”

“Meeting about the newspapers. Do not stop. Do we agree on this?”

She nodded, weary of everything. “Straight to the senator’s office. I’ll see you in a minute.” Bronte tiptoed to her car. Her feet were in desperate need of a hot bath. At least they weren’t frozen, thanks to Vincent, but the aftereffects of the cold lingered in them. They were stiff and tired.

The car keys hung in the ignition, her purse on the seat. Vincent waited as she backed away from the gatehouse and did a six-point turn that he probably could have done in two. She drove between the stark trees now visible in the early morning light. The far reach of their branches hung over her like the long arm of the Rallises’ power. She lifted her chin, determined. She would stand among this family as an equal. Or she’d leave.

The stone house rose in front of her. A grand, black car sat in the curve of the driveway. Apparently more people than the Rallises were attending this meeting. She slowed.

Vincent honked loud and long behind her as he sped his truck around her Volvo, forcing her to brake. He cut her off, screeching to a halt in front of her and blocking her from going farther. Her heart pounding, she put it in Park.

She jumped out of her car. “What was that? I told you I’d come straight here.

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