The Vampire and the Case of the Baleful Banshee: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Portlock Paranormal Detective Series Book 3) by Heather G. Harris & Jilleen Dolbeare

Author:Heather G. Harris & Jilleen Dolbeare [Harris, Heather G. & Dolbeare, Jilleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hellhound Press Limited
Published: 2024-05-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

By the time we’d wrapped up and left the area I was almost due to go off-shift, so Gunnar dropped Fluffy, Shadow and me home. I felt like I’d spent most of my time chasing my tail. We still had very few leads and no hard evidence, but I wouldn’t be much help during the morning hours because the daylight exhaustion was unreal. I could battle through it as best I could, but I definitely wouldn’t be at my best.

Plus, there was a new mystery: Shadow. I looked at my feline, who was extending his leg into the air and cleaning his asshole with zero embarrassment. What freaky power did he have – and where the hell did it come from?

He put his leg down and curled up into a ball; the poor little thing was still exhausted. So was I.

I made some food and put a video of a roaring fire on the TV. The crackle of the flames relaxed me; fire had always soothed me, though it had taken a momentary hit after my home had burned down. There was something reassuring about it, even when it was only on a video. Like a caveman, part of my brain knew that flames would ward off the monsters and tonight that was exactly what I needed.

As I stared into the dancing flames, my thoughts inevitably turned to the fire within me. Despite snooping through Gunnar and Sigrid’s books, I knew very little about my fire magic. If Kostas had been less of a frosty asshole perhaps I would have spoken to him about it, but something about him had set my teeth on edge. I certainly didn’t trust him enough to share my secret.

Franklin had turned me – but into what? I wished I could remember what had happened that night but there were only flashes of memory. Was this how ordinary people remembered things, in little fragments? I didn’t know, but I knew that I didn’t like it.

It was frustrating not to be able to recall that night as perfectly as I could remember almost everything else, but I’d been drunk and then dead. Maybe that was why my memory wasn’t as sharp about my turning, or maybe someone had cast some kind of memory spell? Here in Portlock I was learning that anything was possible.

John had said that a witch had hired Franklin to turn me. Had the witch been there that night and spelled me? I’d never know – and I wasn’t going to call up Franklin and ask. He hadn’t made my Christmas card list.

But elemental fire magic? That was crazy. I took a moment to search within, and as I concentrated I felt a ball of energy at my centre. Anytime I felt angry, it instantly became more evident that I was a ticking bomb that could blow up at any second. I needed to learn how to control it or there was a real risk I’d raze Portlock to the ground. What I’d done to Virginia and Jim would seem like child’s play in comparison.

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