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the Alpha's mate."
"I am not his mate!" I yelled out.
Ivan was already packed up and out the door in front of Crwys and Bastien. All that remained was Kyle, Jack and I.
"Ever met a Cleric Hive, Jack?"
He shook his head as he pushed his chair back under the table and straightened his shirt. "Not officially. But I know about them because of what Kyle's told me."
"Brace yourself," I said as I headed for the door to the retail shop. Grey crowded in beside me, not letting me out of her sight. "'Cause they can be real pissers."
NINE
T he Hive stood in the center of my shop when we walked in from the back, just like I knew they would be. It didn't take magic to know some people used the same old tricks because they worked. Showing their victim there was no way to keep them out was their oldest intimidation trick. What I hadn't counted on was seeing Cromwell Dryden, the Grand High Master, with them, making them a force of five instead of four. Elemental Magic worked around the basics of life—Earth, Air, Fire and Water. When combined, these Elements came together to make Spirit, which I had a rudimentary control over before the warlocking.
They all wore their cloaks closed with the hoods up, their representative or sponsored Elements visible as pendants on chains around their necks. All except Cromwell, who led them toward me without his hood up and his robe open. I knew the names of two of the others. Their sponsored Fire was named Fred. Nasty-ass who hated me because my mom, the southeast's best Tracker, was responsible for putting Fred's father in a warlock.
Their Earth sponsor was Emily Pearson. We'd met in an unofficial capacity at a fundraiser held at Arden Vervain's house. The other two I simply called Mister Air and Miss Water. I think I heard Mister Air's name once before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember it at that moment. Miss Water's cloak wasn't as well buttoned as the others and I could see her pointy cheek below the hood's shadow.
Grey sat at my feet when I stopped just past the counter. Kyle and Jack moved in to the right and stood behind the counter beside Ivan's computer.
"This isn't a meeting for Cowens," Cromwell said. His voice was deep, steady, and didn't really telegraph any sort of emotion. Not even irritation.
I put my hands on my hips. "You didn't call first. He's my company. I hope you're here to remove the warlock?"
I could see on Cromwell's face that wasn't why they were here. And that just set my tone for the rest of this impromptu meeting. "Well…I see. I'm to remain locked out when I never committed a crime."
"If you didn't commit a crime, then where's your dad?" That was Fred. He still had his hood up but I knew his voice. He stood to Cromwell's left, probably there so the Grand High Master could keep an eye on him.
"Keep your tongue," Cromwell said.
"But look at her sir," Fred kept on going. "She's been warlocked for a month and she looks fine. My dad's health failed in less than two weeks. But she's up walking, talking and running around the city. She's even been meeting with Lycans."
Well, that bit of knowledge coming out of Fred's mouth surprised me. The only way he'd know that was if he'd been spying on me. I made a mental note to sic Ivan on this bastard's ass.
-Why have Ivan do what you can do better?-
I froze for a second at that voice and looked down at Grey, but she was looking at the Clerics. Mom, did you just say something?
Now she did look up at me. No. What's wrong?
"Samantha," Cromwell said at that moment and brought my attention back to him. "It has been brought to our attention, and I do mean the higher ranking members of Parliament, that you haven't suffered from the warlock. Not physically, not astrally, not even mentally."
A tiny fire of anger ignited in the pit of my stomach. "As I said, you warlocked an innocent Witch, with no proof of any wrong doing, and now you're disappointed because I'm not suffering? What the hell is wrong with you people?
"I am not his mate!" I yelled out.
Ivan was already packed up and out the door in front of Crwys and Bastien. All that remained was Kyle, Jack and I.
"Ever met a Cleric Hive, Jack?"
He shook his head as he pushed his chair back under the table and straightened his shirt. "Not officially. But I know about them because of what Kyle's told me."
"Brace yourself," I said as I headed for the door to the retail shop. Grey crowded in beside me, not letting me out of her sight. "'Cause they can be real pissers."
NINE
T he Hive stood in the center of my shop when we walked in from the back, just like I knew they would be. It didn't take magic to know some people used the same old tricks because they worked. Showing their victim there was no way to keep them out was their oldest intimidation trick. What I hadn't counted on was seeing Cromwell Dryden, the Grand High Master, with them, making them a force of five instead of four. Elemental Magic worked around the basics of life—Earth, Air, Fire and Water. When combined, these Elements came together to make Spirit, which I had a rudimentary control over before the warlocking.
They all wore their cloaks closed with the hoods up, their representative or sponsored Elements visible as pendants on chains around their necks. All except Cromwell, who led them toward me without his hood up and his robe open. I knew the names of two of the others. Their sponsored Fire was named Fred. Nasty-ass who hated me because my mom, the southeast's best Tracker, was responsible for putting Fred's father in a warlock.
Their Earth sponsor was Emily Pearson. We'd met in an unofficial capacity at a fundraiser held at Arden Vervain's house. The other two I simply called Mister Air and Miss Water. I think I heard Mister Air's name once before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember it at that moment. Miss Water's cloak wasn't as well buttoned as the others and I could see her pointy cheek below the hood's shadow.
Grey sat at my feet when I stopped just past the counter. Kyle and Jack moved in to the right and stood behind the counter beside Ivan's computer.
"This isn't a meeting for Cowens," Cromwell said. His voice was deep, steady, and didn't really telegraph any sort of emotion. Not even irritation.
I put my hands on my hips. "You didn't call first. He's my company. I hope you're here to remove the warlock?"
I could see on Cromwell's face that wasn't why they were here. And that just set my tone for the rest of this impromptu meeting. "Well…I see. I'm to remain locked out when I never committed a crime."
"If you didn't commit a crime, then where's your dad?" That was Fred. He still had his hood up but I knew his voice. He stood to Cromwell's left, probably there so the Grand High Master could keep an eye on him.
"Keep your tongue," Cromwell said.
"But look at her sir," Fred kept on going. "She's been warlocked for a month and she looks fine. My dad's health failed in less than two weeks. But she's up walking, talking and running around the city. She's even been meeting with Lycans."
Well, that bit of knowledge coming out of Fred's mouth surprised me. The only way he'd know that was if he'd been spying on me. I made a mental note to sic Ivan on this bastard's ass.
-Why have Ivan do what you can do better?-
I froze for a second at that voice and looked down at Grey, but she was looking at the Clerics. Mom, did you just say something?
Now she did look up at me. No. What's wrong?
"Samantha," Cromwell said at that moment and brought my attention back to him. "It has been brought to our attention, and I do mean the higher ranking members of Parliament, that you haven't suffered from the warlock. Not physically, not astrally, not even mentally."
A tiny fire of anger ignited in the pit of my stomach. "As I said, you warlocked an innocent Witch, with no proof of any wrong doing, and now you're disappointed because I'm not suffering? What the hell is wrong with you people?
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