Authors: Andrea Cremer
Snakeroot
Also by the same author:
Rift
Rise
Nightshade
Wolfsbane
Bloodrose
Invisibility (with David Levithan)
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Cremer, Andrea R. Snakeroot / Andrea Cremer. pages cm.—(Nightshade ; 4)
Summary: Bosque Mar haunts Adne and Logan’s dreams, trying to turn Adne to the dark side as he attempts to escape the Nether, where Calla, Shay and the other Guardians trapped him in the final battle of the War of All Against All.
[1. Werewolves—Fiction. 2. Love—Fiction. 3. Supernatural—Fiction. 4. Shapeshifting—Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.C86385Sn 2013 [Fic]—dc23 2013011331 Published simultaneously in Canada. Printed in the United States of America.
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For Sharon and Garth, with all my love
Contents
TURN THE PAGE FOR SNEAK PEEK AT
RIFT
TURN THE PAGE FOR SNEAK PEEK AT
THE INVENTOR'S SECRET
Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.
Geoffrey Chaucer,
The Canterbury Tales
ADNE HAD LEARNED
to live with nightmares years ago. Since the day her mother suffered and died, tangled in the shadow grip of Bosque Mar’s evil wraith, Adne often woke trembling, covered in sweat, with a throat raw from screams. Wanting to show a brave face, she hadn’t told anyone—not her father, not even Connor—how frequently the night terrors shook her from sleep, sudden and violent. But life had changed and she couldn’t continue to keep that secret, because now she rarely spent a night alone.
When Adne jerked up with a cry that night, Connor was awake immediately. He cradled her trembling body in his arms.
“It was a dream,” he whispered before she said anything. “Easy now.”
He stroked her hair, his fingers pausing briefly when they found the sweat on the back of her neck.
“Your mother?” Connor asked quietly when Adne’s limbs had stopped shaking.
Adne shook her head. She wasn’t ready to talk yet.
Connor stiffened beside her, and Adne knew why. The nightmares she’d told Connor about had been those of her mother and the wraith. But since the war had ended one month ago, something had changed. The shadows that visited her now were different, and yet unsettlingly familiar.
“Do you want to tell me about it?” Connor asked.
Shaking her head again, Adne turned her face to press her lips against Connor’s cheek. He took her chin in his hand, turning her farther until her mouth met his. Adne waited for the warmth of Connor’s skin and the gentle strength of his touch to chase the nightmare away, as she knew it would. Though guilt caused a slight twinge in her chest, she hurried to lose herself in the sensation. In the joy and ceaseless thrill of having this man—whom she’d desired since she first knew what it was to want a man that way—in her arms each night, holding her, kissing her. When they were twined together in the dark, Connor made it clear how long he’d wanted her too.
After the nightmare, Adne’s desire for intimacy wasn’t only about loving Connor, it was about using him to chase away her fears. And she didn’t want to use him. But Adne couldn’t think of anything else to do. She was frightened by her dreams, but she was more afraid of what Connor would think if she shared the visions with him.
Telling Connor the truth was out of the question. Telling anyone was out of the question.
Connor’s lips were on Adne’s neck and she closed her eyes. The cold sweat that covered her body gave way to heat spreading over her skin. Adne twisted her fingers through Connor’s silky hair before wrapping her arms around his neck. She clung to him, willing the shadows still creeping into the edges of her consciousness away, her body electric with tremors of fear and desire. Connor had always been light to her. Pure light and hope in the face of sorrow and despair. Whatever darkness threatened her now, Connor would keep it at bay.
He had to.
• • •
The library at Rowan Estate looked like a tornado had torn through it. As Sabine turned in a slow circle, observing the damage, she thought it looked like it had a few weeks ago, right after Shay had closed the Rift that separated the human world from the Nether realm. Considering all the cleanup work and restoration she’d helped with to get the place back in shape since then, Sabine was not amused by this new development.
“Over here!” Adne called.
Sabine picked her way through the rubble until she reached Adne’s side.
Adne crouched among what had been dozens of bookshelves, riffling through splintered wood and torn pages. “Things have been taken.”
Sabine leaned over her. “How can you possibly know that?”
“You’re not the only one who spent hours getting this place organized,” Adne said. “I gave up days of my life cataloging this section, and I swear it’s not all here. There are books—important books—that are missing.”
“Are you sure this isn’t what’s happened to them?” Sabine asked, picking up a pile of debris that looked like it had gone through a shredder.
Adne laughed, but Sabine recognized the determined set of her jaw. “No. I’m sure that’s what whoever did this wanted us to think,” Adne said. She swept her arm toward the rest of the library . . . or what was left of it. “They wanted us to think it was an attack, when it was actually a theft.”
“So case closed?” Connor kicked aside pieces of a shattered marble bust. “Good work, Adne. Can we go home now?”
“Hardly.” Adne was bent over the remnants of books at her feet.
“I didn’t sign on to play detective,” Sabine said. “Can I go beat up the thieves for information instead?”
“Sounds like fun.” Connor laughed. “But it’s
thief,
not thieves. The second one managed to get away.”
“How’d that happen?” Sabine asked. The Searchers weren’t sloppy and the thieves were human; catching them should have been easy.
“He displayed his immensely noble character by tripping his associate, so we were busy catching that guy while the first one made it to the getaway car,” Connor said. “He drove into a populated area where we couldn’t pursue him without drawing unwanted attention.”
“The tripped associate’s a no go,” Ethan said as he walked up, apparently having overheard the last bit of their conversation.
“Why’s that?” Sabine asked.
“He’s been hexed.” Ethan sat down next to Sabine. “He can’t answer questions about who employed him or why.”
Sabine’s gaze swept over the ransacked shelves. “What do you mean, hexed?”
“Hexed, cursed,” Adne said. “Whatever you want to call it.”
“Black magic?” Sabine’s frown deepened. “How is that possible?”
“Why wouldn’t it be possible?” Connor twirled a lock of Adne’s hair in his fingers. She batted his hand away, but not without throwing a teasing smile at him.
“Because the Rift is closed and the Harbinger is gone,” Sabine said. “I thought that meant the Keepers’ magic was cut off. No more wraiths. No more hexes. Nothing.”
“The magic from the Harbinger, yeah,” Connor said. “So you’re right about no wraiths, but magic—basic magic—is still around. That won’t ever go away.”
“Don’t sweat it.” Ethan put his arm around Sabine’s shoulders. “Black magic keeps us employed. We have to make sure it doesn’t get out of hand.”
“So you think Logan is behind this hex?” Sabine asked, pulling Ethan’s arm farther around her so she could nestle against him. “And the theft?”
“He’s our number one suspect,” Ethan said. “Wait—replace
number one
with
only.
Only suspect.”
Adne smiled, but her eyes remained worried. “Why did he want those books?”
“What were they about?” Connor asked. He’d picked up the pieces of a broken vase and was entertaining himself by trying to fit them back together.
“That’s what worries me,” Adne said. “They were about the Keepers’ heritage. Family lines. Legacies.”
“You’re worried because Logan’s checking out his family tree?” Sabine asked. “Maybe he’s just lonely. After all, he’s the only Keeper left, right?”
“No, he’s not.” Ethan frowned. “There are a few younger Keepers still scattered around the world. They’ve gone into hiding, trying to prevent us from tracking them down. Though it’s sort of a moot point. I think they’re more paranoid about us finding them than we’re interested in hunting them. They’re harmless now. Just humans dabbling in the dark arts.”