Tales of the Were 2: Inferno by Bianca D'Arc

Author:Bianca D'Arc [D'Arc, Bianca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mfm
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2010-04-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The first things she noticed were the curtains. They were black and stark against walls that were painted a sickly cobalt blue. Normally, cobalt was one of Megan’s favorite colors but whatever they had done—it looked like some weird combination of texture and pattern in the paint—made the color ghastly. The combination with the black curtains gave her the creeps.

“Our girl Siobhan needs some serious decorating advice,” she muttered.

There wasn’t much furniture and the house had an unused feel to it. Megan couldn’t explain exactly why she thought it, but she believed the sorceress didn’t spend a lot of time here.

Duncan moved ahead of them checking out a side room. He paused in the doorway, a scowl on his face.

“Damn and blast!” Duncan scooted backward as a dark miasma filled the portal.

It looked like black smoke, billowing and roiling in the room beyond. It didn’t spill out into the living room and Megan suspected that was Duncan’s doing. He was conjuring something, his hands moving and his voice a low rumble that was just audible to her sensitive ears. He was speaking another language—something she’d never heard before. The cadence of it was lilting and lovely to her senses. It sounded magical, if such a thing were possible. In all likelihood, he was speaking the language of the fey.

“What is that?” she asked when he finally turned to them.

Looking around she realized Dante hadn’t paused in his search of the room, trusting to Duncan’s skill. Only Megan had been distracted from the search by a clash of magics she had never seen before.

The living smoke inside that small room had both looked and felt like pure evil. By contrast, the words and motions Duncan had used to prevent it from moving farther felt like the exact opposite. Here was the nature of their conflict in microcosm—good versus evil. If she hadn’t realized it before, the point was driven home to her now.

“Whatever it is, it’s shielding this room in particular. Give me a few moments to figure out how to counteract it. I suppose whatever it’s concealing might be worth looking at.”

“Unless it’s a true smokescreen—a red herring, if you will,” Dante chimed in from the side of the living room where he was searching through an antique bureau.

“There is always that possibility,” Duncan allowed. He grimaced and turned back to the smoke filled doorway, looking as if he was ready to do battle.

“Look at this.” Dante drew her attention to the other side of the room where he was looking at a photograph displayed in a cheap plastic frame on the mantel. “This is Patrick,” he said, something like regret in his dark eyes.

Megan took a closer look. This was the magic user who had conned Dante. She’d heard enough of the story to know that Patrick had played upon Dante’s tragic past to coerce him into acting as an unwitting blind for Patrick’s own attack on the werelords. Even though she’d never been part of were society,

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