The Keys of Persephone by Kate Gray Glass

Author:Kate Gray Glass
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Contrarian Publishing
Published: 2025-02-27T17:56:31+00:00

“I’m full of surprises.” She shrugged. “You were the one who didn’t want to know.”

Lane ground her teeth until she was worried they might crack.

Bally walked toward them, a bottle of wine in his hand as he flopped onto one of the red couches. Shepherd joined him, sitting on one of the embroidered cushions without a single look back at Lane.

“If you aren’t here to trade, I hope you aren’t here to ask for your family’s weapons back. You know my answer,” Baltus said as he lifted the glass to his mouth. It stained his white lips red.

Lane sat on the cushion that was furthest from Baltus, a purple and gold Turkish patterned pillow that was separated from the rest by a low, bamboo table. Baltus placed the other two glasses in front of them, already filled to the brim with burgundy liquid.

“Is that how you met?” Lane asked as she grabbed a glass.

Baltus shook his head. “Oh, Heaven’s no. We’d been dealing together for quite a long time before she finally decided to give those up.” He smiled at Shepherd. “Strongest Warrior magic I’ve seen in centuries. I just had to have them, especially considering who Shepherd’s family is.”

Lane raised an eyebrow as Shepherd grabbed the other glass, dangling it between her fingers as she leaned forward. She looked down at the ground, avoiding Lane’s gaze. Good. Lane knew her own face was burning red with blush.

She had learned more about Shepherd in the past five minute than she had since she met her. And she’d regretted not telling her the truth? And she had thought. . . well, what had she thought, exactly?

Nothing. Lane erased the thought as if it had never existed.

“Warrior magic?” Lane asked. Her voice was high, but she forced herself to sound polite, innocent, inquisitive. She could play this game if she had to. “But you said your mother’s skill was Healing.”

“It is,” Shepherd said. “But my father’s side. . . he comes from a long line of African witches who specialize in battle magic. Going all the way back to Carthage. It was. . . extra disappointing for them that I didn’t inherit his skills.” She flicked her eyes to Baltus. “And I have told Bally I regret selling them several times and have tried to get them back.”

This is what The Academy was afraid of. Warrior witches. Warrior weapons sold to the highest bidder, so that he could do whatever he wanted with them. Shepherd had sold them to this man? Who was famous for toying with magic? That was why her family wasn’t speaking to her, she realized. She had sold off their family’s prized possessions like knickknacks.

“Finders keepers,” Bally laughed. His teeth glinted in the low candlelight of the atrium. There was a single green jewel implanted in his right canine.

“And what do you plan to use them for?” Lane asked flatly, as if she was barely curious.

Bally cracked his neck, leaning across the table. His smirk washed over her like she’d been dropped in an icy lake.

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