Warrior Enchanted by Addison Fox

Author:Addison Fox [Fox, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2012-04-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Magnus walked through the darkened house, not all that surprised to find it empty. He had no doubt Emerson’s bruiser of a boyfriend had already filled her in on what happened earlier and was taking care to keep her away for a few days.

Trudging up the stairs, he focused on the home he’d grown up in. Although the porting was coming easier and easier—his earlier escape was evidence of that—he wanted a few moments to simply revel in the nostalgia of soaking up his childhood home.

He really had been away a long time, and even before he’d left, he’d spent as much time out of the house as possible.

His mother’s home.

The brownstone was long and narrow, the square footage of the house found in going up, not sprawling out. He and Emerson had always had rooms on the fourth floor, while the rest of the family had been scattered across the second and third.

Heading for the second floor, he drifted toward his mother’s room, the first time he’d been willing to enter it since arriving home. Would it look the same? Or had they changed it, erasing her memory with a new set of curtains and a bedspread?

Whatever he’d imagined, it didn’t prepare him for what he found in the room. Or the sucker punch of realizing that while it was different, so much of it was still the same.

The furniture still stood, old and sturdy against the wall. A large armoire that had belonged to his father and a dresser that had been his mother’s. He drifted through the room, the snake on his back blessedly immobile for once, allowing him to concentrate.

To finally focus.

Although the furniture was the same, the room had changed. There was a new bedspread, as he’d suspected, and a small crafts table stood in the corner. The pair of glasses and tattered paperback that lay on top gave no doubt the table belonged to his grandmother.

She’d managed to both preserve and renew the space and Magnus found an odd peace in that.

As he turned, he caught sight of several framed photographs on the top of the bureau. Reaching for the first, an image of him and Emerson and Veronica stared back, their Christmas stockings perched on their heads. The memory of that morning rose up to choke him.

After they’d taken the stockings off their heads, he’d taken his and Veronica’s and walked around in them, professing himself Bigfoot’s distant relative, the Christmas monster, who was going to take all their presents back to his lair.

His sisters had turned on him, combining their collective magic to force all of his presents to hover in the air, out of his reach.

It was at that moment that he’d realized just how much power they could wield and how very little of it he actually possessed himself. He placed the photo back on the dresser as the memory soured in his mind.

His mother had comforted him that day, and so many days afterward.

“My sweet boy,” she’d croon in his ear, hugging him tightly.

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