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rose from her chair. She paced across the wood floors, then stopped and faced us. “You’ve seen Matisse.”
It wasn’t a question but a statement. I nodded. “I did. She’s stuck in another dimension, caught somewhere between the shadows and this world. It’s all gray mist and no one else is there.” Guilt and helplessness grabbed hold of me. Why hadn’t I been able to help her? “I’m so sorry, but I wasn’t strong enough to bring her back.”
“But she’s all right?” Fiona asked, her face pinched in worry.
“She is not all right,” Dayla snapped. Her eyes flashed red again. She blinked once and a single pink tear rolled down her cheek. Wiping it away, she said, “If she was all right, this wouldn’t keep happening.”
“She’s okay for now,” I said. “But she’s very thin and I don’t know how long she can last there. It’s as if the atmosphere is leeching her energy.”
Fiona jumped to her feet. “You need to take us to her.”
“Sit down, Fiona,” Dayla barked.
Fiona stared at her and clenched her fists. An angry steam cloud shot from her, aimed directly at Dayla.
Dayla raised her hand and the anger cloud dissipated into vapor.
Whoa. These witches were very different than the witches in my coven. They seemed much more powerful, working from will, not spells.
They glared at each other, but then with an unspoken understanding they both sat. I glanced between them and in my calmest tone, said, “I can’t take you to her. I couldn’t take Kane. For whatever reason, none of the other shadow walkers can cross over.”
Dayla picked a daisy out of a nearby vase and twisted it between her fingers. She raised an eyebrow in Kane’s direction. “You can cross. All you need is a nudge.”
Kane frowned, and I tensed, sensing something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“You’re a dreamwalker, right?” Fiona asked, smoothing her skirt.
“Yes,” he said hesitantly, foreboding clinging to him. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Dayla rose, her skin almost glowing with some sort of magical current. She placed a graceful hand on Fiona’s forearm. She frowned but raised one eyebrow in curious understanding. “They don’t know.”
“Know what?” I jumped to my feet, almost stumbling over a coffee table. “Seriously, someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on here.”
Dayla eyed me and gave me a look of impatience, then she turned and moved to the ceiling-to-floor window and gazed out.
I turned to Fiona, intending to demand answers, but she watched her mother with concerned eyes. Worry clung to her.
Well, son of a bitch. Now what? I turned to Kane. He sat, his back rigid and his jaw jutting out. Our eyes met and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Something is very off here.
“Jade,” Dayla said, still facing the window. “You obviously know you have angel blood.”
“Yes.” Fear took up residence in my chest. My whole life I’d been different. As a kid, being an empath had royally sucked. Not having the tools to shut off other people’s emotions had been a nightmare. Then finding out I was a powerful witch who attracted darkness wasn’t exactly a load of fun, either. And now the angel thing had doomed me to being a shadow walker—something I hadn’t wanted and had been forced to accept in order to keep my soul safe. If I found out one more life-altering secret about what and who I was, I was going to go postal on someone’s ass.
She turned around, focusing on the pair of us. “And you know it’s because you’re a witch with angel blood that you can shadow walk, correct?”
I glanced at Kane, but he was scrutinizing Dayla, no doubt trying to figure her out. “Yes.”
“And what about your dreamwalker here? How is it that he’s able to shadow walk?”
Kane’s arm slipped around my waist, his large hand resting possessively on my hip. His touch settled me.
“Chessandra said it’s
It wasn’t a question but a statement. I nodded. “I did. She’s stuck in another dimension, caught somewhere between the shadows and this world. It’s all gray mist and no one else is there.” Guilt and helplessness grabbed hold of me. Why hadn’t I been able to help her? “I’m so sorry, but I wasn’t strong enough to bring her back.”
“But she’s all right?” Fiona asked, her face pinched in worry.
“She is not all right,” Dayla snapped. Her eyes flashed red again. She blinked once and a single pink tear rolled down her cheek. Wiping it away, she said, “If she was all right, this wouldn’t keep happening.”
“She’s okay for now,” I said. “But she’s very thin and I don’t know how long she can last there. It’s as if the atmosphere is leeching her energy.”
Fiona jumped to her feet. “You need to take us to her.”
“Sit down, Fiona,” Dayla barked.
Fiona stared at her and clenched her fists. An angry steam cloud shot from her, aimed directly at Dayla.
Dayla raised her hand and the anger cloud dissipated into vapor.
Whoa. These witches were very different than the witches in my coven. They seemed much more powerful, working from will, not spells.
They glared at each other, but then with an unspoken understanding they both sat. I glanced between them and in my calmest tone, said, “I can’t take you to her. I couldn’t take Kane. For whatever reason, none of the other shadow walkers can cross over.”
Dayla picked a daisy out of a nearby vase and twisted it between her fingers. She raised an eyebrow in Kane’s direction. “You can cross. All you need is a nudge.”
Kane frowned, and I tensed, sensing something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. “What does that mean?” I asked.
“You’re a dreamwalker, right?” Fiona asked, smoothing her skirt.
“Yes,” he said hesitantly, foreboding clinging to him. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
Dayla rose, her skin almost glowing with some sort of magical current. She placed a graceful hand on Fiona’s forearm. She frowned but raised one eyebrow in curious understanding. “They don’t know.”
“Know what?” I jumped to my feet, almost stumbling over a coffee table. “Seriously, someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on here.”
Dayla eyed me and gave me a look of impatience, then she turned and moved to the ceiling-to-floor window and gazed out.
I turned to Fiona, intending to demand answers, but she watched her mother with concerned eyes. Worry clung to her.
Well, son of a bitch. Now what? I turned to Kane. He sat, his back rigid and his jaw jutting out. Our eyes met and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Something is very off here.
“Jade,” Dayla said, still facing the window. “You obviously know you have angel blood.”
“Yes.” Fear took up residence in my chest. My whole life I’d been different. As a kid, being an empath had royally sucked. Not having the tools to shut off other people’s emotions had been a nightmare. Then finding out I was a powerful witch who attracted darkness wasn’t exactly a load of fun, either. And now the angel thing had doomed me to being a shadow walker—something I hadn’t wanted and had been forced to accept in order to keep my soul safe. If I found out one more life-altering secret about what and who I was, I was going to go postal on someone’s ass.
She turned around, focusing on the pair of us. “And you know it’s because you’re a witch with angel blood that you can shadow walk, correct?”
I glanced at Kane, but he was scrutinizing Dayla, no doubt trying to figure her out. “Yes.”
“And what about your dreamwalker here? How is it that he’s able to shadow walk?”
Kane’s arm slipped around my waist, his large hand resting possessively on my hip. His touch settled me.
“Chessandra said it’s
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