The Fourteenth Rider by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy, paranormal romance, interracial romance, werewolf, ghost, vampire romance, steamy romance, dark romance, strong heroine, motorcycle club romance
Publisher: Heather Killough-Walden

Chapter Seventeen

Cain watched the portal swirl shut in the distance, knowing full well who had just scrambled into it. The corners of his mouth turned up. "They aren't going to be happy with where you've sent them," he said softly, seemingly speaking to no one. He was still looking at the empty space where the breach in space and time had been. "At least, Zeke won't be."

"Something tells me that ghost is rarely happy about anything," said a weedy voice from the shadows beside Cain. DaVinci stepped out onto the path next to the Monsters warden leader and waved a cane in the general direction of the place that Fathom Everett and Ezekiel Stone had just left. "Though I have to tell you, he looked happier just now than he has in about a hundred years. Even the McLaren twins at the front gates hadn't managed to make him as happy as that Fathom girl has."

Cain's small smile became a grin. He looked down at the elderly man. "That was the point, right?"

DaVinci harumphed softly and began to walk away in a crooked man fashion. "I suppose," he said, almost to himself. A little louder and over his shoulder, he said, "You brought trouble into the Carnival tonight, ancient one. Mind taking care of that before you leave?"

But when he turned to see why Cain didn't respond right away, it was to find that the warden leader was already gone.

DaVinci made another chuffing sound, turned on his heel once more, and continued on his way.

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Zeke sighed after studying the colors and pattern of the portal walls, then ran a hand over his face. It would never cease to amaze him how he could still feel physically irritated enough that such idiosyncrasies helped even though he was dead.

"I can't tell where the hell this portal is going," he muttered. "But it isn't the Realm of the Dead." That last part, he said more to himself.

"Is... that really a bad thing?"

Zeke turned to face Faye, who was sitting behind him on the "floor" of the portal, her back against the portal's swirling, iridescent wall. He didn't know what to tell her, not about the land of the dead, so he shifted the subject of conversation to what was necessary. "If I knew where we were going and that it was somewhere safe, I would wait to remove the tracker." As much as he hated to.

Faye looked down at her arm, considering his words. "I forgot about the 'no magic spells inside portals' thing."

He was sure she probably hadn't so much forgotten as she'd become overwhelmed by everything that was happening. The rule against casting spells inside portals was so standard for anyone being taught about magic, it was a little like saying, "don't spit into the wind" at this point. Bad things could happen to your magic when you cast it inside a portal. Not always, but often enough. "Don't drink and drive" wasn't a rule because drunk drivers always got into wrecks.

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