vampires mage 02 - witch hunter by c n crawford

Author:c n crawford [crawford, c n]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

T he heavy summer air on Brattle Street felt charged, as if a storm was coming, and a warm breeze rushed over Rosalind’s skin. Aurora walked beside her, examining her long, silver nails.

Rosalind’s whole body was tense. Drew. The bastard had been so eager to convince her that Caine was behind the keres slaughter—and for a second there, she’d nearly believed him. Who wouldn’t be suspicious of a monster described in the history books as a ravener? A demon who’d murdered kings and queens?

And yet, she still had no clue why Drew would want to set her up, or why on earth Drew would hate Caine. What was his problem? She didn’t even know Drew. Granted, there were one or two shadow demons who might want her dead, but a mage she’d never met? He had absolutely no reason to want her burned to death.

The huge yellow mansion came into view. Aurora pointed at it. “Is that Drew’s place?”

“That’s it,” Rosalind said. “And there I was, certain that Drew had saved my life with his stupid potion. He was just setting me up all along.”

Her stomach fluttered as they approached the white picket fence. Aurora unlatched the gate, and Rosalind stalked up to the house. This time, no ward blocked their entrance, and Rosalind strode right up the steps to Drew’s black door. She knocked twice and waited, biting her lip. What am I gonna say to this guy? If he was working with the Brotherhood, he would try to turn her in. She’d have to be on her guard, and rip the magic-dampening ring right off her finger if he tried anything.

“He’s not home,” Aurora said. “I don’t smell anything human except you.”

“Are you sure?” Rosalind asked.

“I smell something—not human. It stinks of caves and carrion.”

Rosalind crinkled her nose. “I’m not sure I want to know what that is. But I want to get something from inside his house, so we can do a tracking spell.” She tried the doorknob, and the door swung open into the darkened hall.

Rosalind stepped inside, her skin growing cold. She could still see traces of Drew’s coppery magic, but there were other types of magic now, too: greens, blues, silvers, shimmering faintly.

She shivered. When she’d come here just a couple of days ago, it had seemed like such a warm sanctuary from the whirlwind of demonic forces. Now it seemed cold and empty.

She led Aurora down the hall into the living room, where Drew had tried to kill Caine. The room was dimly lit, with only pale moonlight glinting off the copper plates on the walls.

Rosalind glanced at Aurora. “Do you still smell the carrion thing?”

Aurora inhaled deeply and shook her head. “It’s gone.”

“That’s… odd.”

While Aurora began rifling through a liquor cabinet, Rosalind crossed to a desk in the corner. She cast a sharp look back at the vampire. “Do not drink anything here. The guy makes potions, and he’s not trustworthy.”

“Oh.” Aurora returned a decanter to the table.

Rosalind turned to the desk, pulling it open to reveal an empty drawer.

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