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Authors: Janelle Daniels
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Contemporary, Ghosts, Psychics, Angels, Novella, sweet, enemies, loyalty, magick, Talisman, Estranged Mate, Epic Struggle, Magical Enhancer, Thieves Attack, Vicious Spells, Redwood Falls, Abandoned, Relic, Dark & Light Magick, Freelancing Business, Protect Mate, Dark Magick Wielder, Voltaire's Fortress, True One, Power Jeopardy, Precarious Balance
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her freed head toward the window, uncaring that her body couldn’t follow.
No, there'd be no sleep for her. The only thing she controlled was her mind. And she'd have to get herself out of this mess.
Alone.
----
Z ander whistled as he pulled up to Persephone's house, not a care in the world. Damn, he was happy in general. They'd made huge progress yesterday, and having her back in his life empowered him. How soon her could kiss her again?
He grinned, parking the car. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms.
Rounding the car, he brushed against the mailbox. He’d bring in the mail for her. It was a matey thing to do. And he was all about fulfilling his matey duties.
He opened the mailbox door and a residual shock shot his arm. Realization dawned as blood drained from his face.
"Persephone!" He slammed the box closed, running to her house. Banging on the door, he screamed, "Seph!" He yelled loud enough she'd hear him in her forge, but she didn't answer.
Returning to the mailbox, he examined the lingering magic. The paralytic spell was potent. And fast acting. She didn’t have a chance to fight it off.
Who’d done this?
Banking on a long shot, he cast an identifying spell. He'd worked with hundreds of other Magicks, and he prayed the mystical fingerprint was tied to someone he knew. Otherwise, it was much like DNA not found in a database.
The spell ended, unmasking Seph’s kidnapper.
Jack.
He swore.
Zander should have known. Netting was Jack's MO. Why wage a battle with spells when laying a trap and capturing his target proved easier?
Jack would pay for this.
Ripping his phone out of his pocket, he dialed.
"Zander, what can I do for you?"
He jumped in his car, cradling the phone. "You bloody well know what you can do. You can bring my mate back. Now."
"Can't do that. I have a contract." Guilt tinged his friend’s cheerful tone.
Zander couldn’t care less how his former friend felt. Only Persephone mattered. "I swear I'll kill you. Put her on the phone."
"You know I won’t hurt her." Jack spat.
"I don't know you at all. The person I knew would never do this."
Jack snorted. "You would've done the same not long ago. She's changed you."
Zander gritted his teeth as he drove out of town, heading to Jack's place. As much as Zander loathed to admit it, there was a grain of truth in Jack’s words. "She my mate."
"And you'll have her back as soon as the talisman is removed," Jack assured him, but Zander knew that once he turned her over to his client, he'd have very little say in how they treated her.
To get her back, he’d have to appeal to Jack. Trade something. "You and I both know that might not happen. Bring her back and I'll give you whatever you want."
Jack was silent, and Zander knew, tempted. The objects in his personal vault would tempt even the most self-restrained Magick.
"I can't. Voltaire wants her."
Breath clogged his lungs. "Voltaire?" he asked hoarsely. "You can't be serious. You'd let the talisman fall into his hands? What the hell were you thinking? The balance will be destroyed."
"Not my problem."
"Make it your problem," Zander snapped. "You have no idea how bad it’ll be."
"As much as I'm enjoying out little chat, I have to go. I give you my word she won't be harmed."
"Sorry if I don't trust your word, friend ," he sneered.
Zander heard Jack shrug.
"Your choice."
Zander swore when the line went dead. He redialed, but Jack already turned off his phone. “Damn it!”
Gripping the wheel, he chanted a location spell. He’d find Jack wherever he was.
He’d never be free of him.
9
P ersephone woke slowly , groaning as the room spun. Pressing her palms against her head, she hoped it would stop.
What had happened?
She slit open her eyes, gritting teeth as lights from a chandelier blinded her. A chandelier?
Where was she?
Slowly, she tilted her head, opening her eyes a little wider at the plush bedroom she occupied. Satin rustled beneath her as she shifted on the bed,
No, there'd be no sleep for her. The only thing she controlled was her mind. And she'd have to get herself out of this mess.
Alone.
----
Z ander whistled as he pulled up to Persephone's house, not a care in the world. Damn, he was happy in general. They'd made huge progress yesterday, and having her back in his life empowered him. How soon her could kiss her again?
He grinned, parking the car. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms.
Rounding the car, he brushed against the mailbox. He’d bring in the mail for her. It was a matey thing to do. And he was all about fulfilling his matey duties.
He opened the mailbox door and a residual shock shot his arm. Realization dawned as blood drained from his face.
"Persephone!" He slammed the box closed, running to her house. Banging on the door, he screamed, "Seph!" He yelled loud enough she'd hear him in her forge, but she didn't answer.
Returning to the mailbox, he examined the lingering magic. The paralytic spell was potent. And fast acting. She didn’t have a chance to fight it off.
Who’d done this?
Banking on a long shot, he cast an identifying spell. He'd worked with hundreds of other Magicks, and he prayed the mystical fingerprint was tied to someone he knew. Otherwise, it was much like DNA not found in a database.
The spell ended, unmasking Seph’s kidnapper.
Jack.
He swore.
Zander should have known. Netting was Jack's MO. Why wage a battle with spells when laying a trap and capturing his target proved easier?
Jack would pay for this.
Ripping his phone out of his pocket, he dialed.
"Zander, what can I do for you?"
He jumped in his car, cradling the phone. "You bloody well know what you can do. You can bring my mate back. Now."
"Can't do that. I have a contract." Guilt tinged his friend’s cheerful tone.
Zander couldn’t care less how his former friend felt. Only Persephone mattered. "I swear I'll kill you. Put her on the phone."
"You know I won’t hurt her." Jack spat.
"I don't know you at all. The person I knew would never do this."
Jack snorted. "You would've done the same not long ago. She's changed you."
Zander gritted his teeth as he drove out of town, heading to Jack's place. As much as Zander loathed to admit it, there was a grain of truth in Jack’s words. "She my mate."
"And you'll have her back as soon as the talisman is removed," Jack assured him, but Zander knew that once he turned her over to his client, he'd have very little say in how they treated her.
To get her back, he’d have to appeal to Jack. Trade something. "You and I both know that might not happen. Bring her back and I'll give you whatever you want."
Jack was silent, and Zander knew, tempted. The objects in his personal vault would tempt even the most self-restrained Magick.
"I can't. Voltaire wants her."
Breath clogged his lungs. "Voltaire?" he asked hoarsely. "You can't be serious. You'd let the talisman fall into his hands? What the hell were you thinking? The balance will be destroyed."
"Not my problem."
"Make it your problem," Zander snapped. "You have no idea how bad it’ll be."
"As much as I'm enjoying out little chat, I have to go. I give you my word she won't be harmed."
"Sorry if I don't trust your word, friend ," he sneered.
Zander heard Jack shrug.
"Your choice."
Zander swore when the line went dead. He redialed, but Jack already turned off his phone. “Damn it!”
Gripping the wheel, he chanted a location spell. He’d find Jack wherever he was.
He’d never be free of him.
9
P ersephone woke slowly , groaning as the room spun. Pressing her palms against her head, she hoped it would stop.
What had happened?
She slit open her eyes, gritting teeth as lights from a chandelier blinded her. A chandelier?
Where was she?
Slowly, she tilted her head, opening her eyes a little wider at the plush bedroom she occupied. Satin rustled beneath her as she shifted on the bed,
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