Read Cloak of Deceit: An Alex Moore Novel Online
Authors: Gwen Mitchell
Tags: #College Age, #Suspense, #Paranormal, #New Adult, #action, #Adventure, #dark, #urban fantasy, #Psychics, #Emotional, #Contemporary, #Vampires, #Romance, #Gritty, #paranormal romance
Cloak of Deceit: An Alex Moore Novel (39 page)
“Sounds like a psychic echo.” The Oracle. It made sense that would be Bri’s power. Her bloodline was full of them.
“You know that’s not possible.” Bri’s calm-and-cool act was fully on, but the flash of fear in her eyes told a different story. The kettle whistled, buying her a small reprieve from his study while she poured.
“It’s rare, but it happens.” Kean leaned closer and turned her around to face him. He could still see plain as day when she was hiding something. “That’s not all, is it?”
A shudder gripped her body and she tried to slip away. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
Kean rubbed her arms gently, holding her in place. He hated to see Bri suffer, but as far as he was concerned, she’d done enough running from Fate. If it had come to find her now, she had to face it. At least here he could protect her. “You need to tell me.”
“I had a regression. A strong one.” She looked at the floor between them. “They had been getting better before that.”
That figured, if her power was flaring. As young children, all Zyne had memories of past lives, but Bri’s nightmares had plagued her well into her teens. Something told him that wasn’t what had her on edge though. He lifted her chin and gazed into her face, but couldn’t see past the defenses she’d built there. “What else?”
She swallowed and looked away as tears filled her eyes. “Ce-Ce appeared to me. Right after she died, or right before…I don’t know.”
He let her go and eased back. Precognition, psychic echoes, regressions,
and
an astral visit? All with her powers bound.
Holy. Shit.
“That’s…a lot to handle.”
He and Astrid had agreed to evaluate the situation once Bri was home and to tell her about their plan together. But Bri’s powers were already tipping the scales. There was no time to lose. If they were right about the accident, they were going to need Bri to uncover the truth, and she would need them more than ever.
Bri sat at the table and stared into her mug. “Yes. It is a lot. I can’t believe they’re gone. I think my brain is just refusing to accept it. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
Kean joined her, wondering how to ease into this as gently as possible. Subtlety was not his forte, but he gritted his teeth and tried. “You’re not crazy. Your power is flaring.”
She shook her head and sipped her tea. “It can’t be. It’s bound with blood magic.”
“How would you explain your visions then?”
She clenched her jaw. “Grief. Survivor’s guilt. Coming back here after so long just brought the memories to the surface.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “And the regression?”
Bri laughed — not her normal laugh — a little too high and desperate. “Stress. Maybe my meds need to be tweaked. It happened before I even knew about the accident.” She paused for a thoughtful moment, and then nodded into her teacup.
Kean reached for her arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s more than that, and you damn well know it. You can’t ignore this. Maybe if we release the binding—”
She set down her cup as if it were delicate crystal and narrowed a glare at him. “I don’t
want
it released. Haven’t you been paying attention all these years? I don’t want any part of this. I only came here to settle some business. I’m not staying.”
He stiffened at the thought of her abandoning them again. How could she ignore such an obvious message from the Universe? “You are a part of this whether you like it or not. This is your home, your heritage.”
She pulled her arm from his grip. “My heritage is gone. The last of my family is burned to ash. There’s nothing for me here.”
Nothing?
He spread his hands on either side of his mug, forcing himself to relax. This wasn’t going how he’d envisioned at all. “What about me? Astrid? Geri? We need you. Don’t you think it’s high time we figure out what the hell is going on with your family? What if there really is a curse?”
She was already shaking her head before he got the words out. “Don’t you
dare
talk to me about curses.” She waved her hand in the air by her head as if clearing away cobwebs. “This whole damn thing is a curse. I never asked for it. I’m supposed to have a choice, and this is not the life I’ve chosen.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I shouldn’t have even come back.”
Bri’s mug broke into shards, exploding from the inside. Hot tea cascaded off the table and into her lap.
Kean winced.
Dammit
. He should have better control, but that woman got under his skin like no other.
Bri leapt out of her chair to brush the beads of liquid from her skirt with shaky hands. “What the hell, Kean!”
“Sorry.” He took a deep breath and reined himself back in. “You may be too stubborn to see it right now, but you’re in danger, Bri. You need us as much as we need you. More. I can protect you.”
Bri put the kitchen counter between them, her eyes wide with shock. Astrid was right — as usual — he was the wrong person for this job. A bull in a china shop. His charm was obviously a little rusty. He stood and gulped the rest of his tea in one painful swallow.
“You’re not hearing me. I can’t do this.”
“It’s you who doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t change the truth. Your power is a wild card at this point, and if you’re not prepared, it could break you. You’ll have to face that eventually. One way or another.”
Bri hugged her arms around herself, her expression a thin façade about to crumble any second. His stomach sizzled with bitterness at the thought of how she would reject the comfort he wanted so badly to give her.
“You should go.”
He stared at her face, telling his legs to move, but his feet stayed rooted in place. Their gazes met and held, and Bri took in a shaky breath. Behind her tough mask he saw a well of sadness and fear. A phantom ache of her pain blossomed in his chest. Why was she always pushing him away when she needed him the most?
Kean leaned over the counter, letting the truth fill his eyes. “You turned your back on us, Briana, but no matter what you do, I won’t do the same. I can’t.”
I won’t let you go this time without a fight.
Bri’s mask started to crumple. Her face went ghost pale. “Get out.”
He clenched his jaw, already wishing that for once he’d kept his big mouth shut. He moved toward her, intent on making things right, but she spun away. Her reflection stared from the dark windowpane as she built an invisible wall between them. He had the sense to know pushing anymore tonight would only make it thicker.
Kean showed himself out, sighing as he stepped off the porch. He started his truck already hearing Astrid’s voice in his head:
Way to go, jackass.
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“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.”
—Kahlil Gibran
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Corvin Wright has dedicated his life to the service of the Synod in the hopes of proving himself worthy of his family name. He values the solace of his duties and finds peace alone among the birds trusted to his keeping, but the Council no longer sees a use for his unique gifts. His sanctuary is in danger unless he can earn his place by babysitting one of the fledgling witches brought to train in the magical arts. The task is more daunting than expected when his assigned student turns out to be wilder and more broken than any creature he’s ever cared for. Her spitfire spirit and dangerous beauty challenge every ideal of the life he thought he wanted, and while Audrey wrestles against her captivity and the bonds of responsibility laid upon her, Corvin searches for a way to tame her wild heart before she breaks his.
About the Author
Gwen lives in Seattle with two spider plant clones (Rufus I and Rufus II) and an avocado plant named Alice. When not hiking to hidden waterfalls, perfecting her asanas, taking in a burlesque show, or otherwise cavorting through the Emerald City, she can be found in her favorite cozy chair sipping tequila and brewing tales of magic, murder, and romance. Visit her on the web at
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Copyright ©2015 Gwen Mitchell
Kindle Edition, Revision 3
ASIN: B00T0S4Z5E
Publication Date: January 2015
Cover and book Design by Gwen Mitchell. Cover Models Gretchen Byers (Magikstock) and Jason Aaron Baca. Header images by Spiritsighs.
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblence to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.
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