touches the other. I wonder if he knows how fortunate he is?"
"He does." Garrett was back, his black shirt and pants looking a little dusty, but smiling at me with love in his eyes. He dusted himself off and sat next to me, then reached for my hand. I relaxed against him and he leaned his cheek against my head, both of us needing this small moment of contact because the next few minutes would be very difficult for us both.
Liam spoke. "The wall is down and I've broken the wards. I have no access to the dead, so I have no idea whether the shade has moved somewhere else in the villa or if she's still there."
I looked at Garrett. "Do you still want me to try?" He nodded. "I'll need Isaiah."
Before I finished my sentence, he was there, lounging in a comfy arm chair. "Are you finally growing a set, Garrett?"
He didn't bat an eyelash at the jibe. "Isaiah, you don't amuse any of us. Just do what you were brought here to do, or go back to the archdemon mistress who sent you and explain why you're back so soon. I can guarantee she won't be pleased."
My demon trainer narrowed his eyes, smiling slyly, not denying the statement. "Touché vampire." He twisted back toward me. "Are you game?"
I nodded, stood up and walked toward the fireplace, so I'd have more space to work. Taking a cleansing breath, I brought to mind that uniquely spicy scent. Almost immediately the room warmed and I sensed the presence of others . Unfortunately, I tensed up immediately. I didn't want to see those poor tormented creatures, only Marie. When I caught a glimpse of a horribly burned one, I winced and pulled back, losing my focus completely.
Isaiah stood, frowning, and spun me around with a hand on my shoulder. He spoke to me mentally, cutting out Garrett and Liam. "Your fear cripples you and this is dangerous work, not a game. There are shades strong enough to sense that you are not in control. They will move in to drain you of power." He spoke out loud again. "Pull up your sight and concentrate. I will hold off the others for now."
His hard words had the desired effect and I was able to call up the scent again, mostly because I was sick of Isaiah's lectures. As soon as I was online, he stepped away and leaned against the wall, trying to look relaxed and nonchalant, but I still sensed his controlled excitement. Oddly, he seemed more invested in me speaking to Marie than I could fathom, so I made a mental note to talk about this with Garrett later.
She appeared by the arched entrance, looking lovely yet disoriented. She noticed me standing near the fireplace and walked closer. "Could this be the same house to which I was conveyed? It appears different than I remember."
Other than Isaiah, none of the others seemed to hear or see her. "She's here."
"Where?" Garrett asked.
"Over by the fireplace."I pointed in her general direction and the two fae and Garrett looked, but shook their heads.
"I can help with that, little demon." Isaiah walked to Marie. "Marie Rose Cuvier Brody, Jacqueline will send you energy so that you can see and speak to Garrett. Please concentrate all of your energy on her as she works to make you visible."
She scowled, looking so much like an annoyed version of Garrett that I practically choked. "Who is this creature and why does he call you little demon?"
"This creature , " I grinned at Isaiah, "is an upper level demon who helped to save my life from the man who raped me. He calls me that because I have a small amount of demon blood. It's why I'm able to see and communicate with you." She hadn't noticed Garrett, so I asked, "Can you see your brother? He's on the far end of the couch."
"There is only you and the creature. Is this some form of trickery?" She folded her arms, looking angrier.
"You need a boost of my energy in order to see him. Garrett is here. I promise you."
I watched her spiritual body relax as she took me in from head to toe. I guess a pregnant female isn't all that intimidating. "I will attempt what you
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