Heartache (The Twenty-Sided Sorceress Book 5)

Copyright 2015, Annie Bellet

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Electronic edition, 2015

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The weather people had been forecasting a blizzard, but the sky was a smoky grey and the town utterly peaceful. Peace might have been nice if I didn’t feel like the freaking sword of Damocles was playing hide and seek over my head. Alek was scarily full of a desire to keep me in his sights, which didn’t help my anxiety levels one bit. I think he would have handcuffed himself to my side if I’d let him. My heart was forecasting doom.

Doom hadn’t come. Nothing and nobody had come. Nearly a month had gone by since Samir’s last missive to me. The dead apprentice of his, Tess, in my head was so damned sure he was coming for me, and yet…

Nobody came. The most eventful thing to happen was Brie’s bakery being shut down for health code violations. As the building owner, I’d spent all Friday on the phone begging for a re-inspection and silently plotting revenge on the witches. Alek had cautioned that I should be sure they were responsible first. Voice of reason and all. It seemed likely someone had reported the magical cockroach invasion. The roaches were gone. Getting a re-inspection was a pain in the ass though. Neither Brie nor I could even remember the first one. The county bureaucrat might well have been a ninja.

I almost wished for ninjas. It would have given me something to fight against. Instead I spent four hours on hold and then got told to call back on Monday. Awesomesauce.

I wiped a dust cloth over a shelf that didn’t have a speck of dust on it and wondered where Alek was today. He’d stuck next to me for weeks, hardly leaving my side, and then gone away an hour ago after getting a text message. When I’d asked him where the fire was, he had said only that he’d tell me later.

My door chimed and I turned toward the front of the shop, pulling on magic, almost hoping it was Alek so I could play the annoyed girlfriend. Him leaving like that, given everything going on, it made me even more nervous. I knew the chain around his neck was empty, though he tucked it beneath his shirt, but he’d only shaken his head and told me it was complicated when I asked. We’d come a long way down Trust Lane, but not all the way to Unconditional Trust-ville, I guess.

It wasn’t Alek, but Brie who came through my door. Or, really, the triple goddesses who masqueraded as a single woman named Brie. She was tall and stacked, with bright red curls always braided up or piled on her head. Today her hair was neatly pinned back, her cheeks rosy from the chill air. She looked around my game store, peering into the corners, then, satisfied it was empty but for me, she gave me a half-wave and slumped into a chair.

“We’re leaving,” she said. “We’ve got to go, tonight. I was hoping you’d keep an eye on the building.”

“What?” I pushed my hair out of my face as my guts twisted like rope inside me. “Leaving? For how long? You and Ciaran?”

“We’ve been called to Ireland,” Brie said. Her eyes narrowed and she looked into a middle distance, staring toward the new release rack, but seeing something outside my understanding. She lapsed into Irish. “The fey are gathering. Ciaran must attend, and where he goes, so go I.”

“What about Iollan?” I asked, thinking of the big druid. He and Ezee had seemed to reach a new level in their relationship. Like, having a relationship where they actually mentioned each other to their friends and family.

“Not he,” Brie said, her eyes snapping to me as she shook off whatever thoughts had darkened her mood. “The druid cannot return to the Isle. But we must.”

“So… you’ll be back when?”

“I wish I could say.”

The door chimed again and Ciaran entered in a sweep of crisp, icy air. The leprechaun wore his usual red coat and had a green army bag, like you’d see in old war movies, slung over one stout shoulder. His red and silver hair was tousled and damp, as though he’d showered and hadn’t bothered to comb it.

“Brie tell you?” he said, also in Irish.

“She did, though I’m a little confused. Why now? Are you in trouble?”
Trouble I could fireball, perhaps
? I wanted to add, but made my will save. Or my Wisdom check? Either way.

Ciaran and Brie exchanged a look that didn’t help my nerves at all. Then he shrugged one shoulder, the other probably weighted down too much by the rucksack to lift.

“We shall see,” he said, lips pressing together at the end. “It has been five hundred years since the last gathering.”

“Oh, well, maybe they miss your faces.” I tried to smile. “Can I help? Are you magicking yourselves there or something?”

“We have a flight leaving from Seattle tonight. Max is driving us. He’ll be walking in here through your back door in a moment.” Brie rose, straightening her coat.

Max walked in through the back, setting my wards back there buzzing for a second.

Harper’s brother grinned at me. “You really going to leave that door unlocked? Is that safe?”

“Anyone coming to kill me won’t care about a ten dollar lock on a door made of cardboard,” I pointed out. “How’s it feel to have your license, birthday boy?”

Max had turned sixteen the week before and the first thing he did was go get his license. Levi had gifted the kid a car that was ugly as sin and looked pieced together by a bad game of
Katamari
in a junkyard, but it ran despite being held together with bubblegum and love.

“Car’s open if you want to put your stuff in,” Max said as Brie and Ciaran both moved toward the back door. “I think they are in a hurry,” he added to me as they disappeared down the back hall past the game room.

“Do I get to see the picture?” I resisted the urge to fluff Max’s brown hair.

“Oh God, Harper told you?”

“Dude, really? Of course she told me.”

“The camera went weird, I swear. I look like a cross-eyed chipmunk.”

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.”

He shook his head and dragged his wallet out of his down jacket pocket.

It wasn’t that bad. It was worse. I’m a terrible person, but I totally laughed. There was no way
not
to laugh. I’m only human. Sort of.

Max yanked his license back and crammed it into his wallet muttering a bunch of words his mother would have washed his mouth out with soap for if she’d heard him.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” I said, trying to stifle the giggles. “It’s not so bad.”

“Harper said the same thing. Then you know what she said?” Max’s lips started to twitch and he was having trouble maintaining the surly teen boy act.

“What?”

“It’s just, there’s something about your eyes,” he said in a high, squeaky voice that was supposed to be an imitation of his older sister. “Something… shifty.” He switched back to his normal voice. “Seriously. Then she laughed so hard mom had to tell her to go outside.”

“Did you tell her there is a special hell for people who make bad puns?”

Max rolled his eyes, then looked around us at the empty store. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Up at the college, in one of the library silent study rooms. She’s got MGL qualifiers to practice for and she says the net up there is better than here. Whole section of this block has turned into an annoying net deadzone. We drop offline all the time.” I shrugged. The net was another annoyance, plus I missed Harper being here, cursing a blue storm. I felt weirdly lonely here in my store, just sitting around dusting things that were already clean and sorting cards already sorted.

Like someone rearranging deck chairs on the
Titanic
.

“Be careful on your drive,” I said. I had enough intelligence to know not to question Max’s car’s ability to even make it to Seattle. His feelings were hurt enough for one day. “The roads and all. You going on to the beach early then?”

“Yeah, the guys got the house a couple days sooner than we thought.” He and some friends had gotten a great deal on a beach house in Washington, it being winter and all. His sixteenth birthday was going a hell of a lot better than mine had.

I was glad he’d be away from Wylde for the week. If shit went down soon, one more person I cared about not in the crosshairs was good. Max had already gotten hurt because of me. I wished I could send them all away. But my friends had made their choice.

I could only hope it was the right one.

I made Ciaran and Brie promise to email me with updates, gave Max a quick hug, and stood in the freezing air to wave them away as Max’s patchwork car bumped out of the parking lot and out onto the main road. I watched them disappear down the road and shivered from more than the winter chill. With that damned other shoe waiting to drop, every goodbye right now felt weirdly final.

My shop was so quiet and still when I returned that I almost missed Alek standing like a giant Viking shadow by the center support post. His white-blond hair was messy, the way it looked when he’d been running his hands through it, something he only did when upset or angry. His normally pale blue eyes looked colder than the sky and his mouth was pressed into a tight line.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling the metaphorical sword shoe thing lowering over my head.

“Carlos,” he said.

“It’s Sunday,” I said, half to myself. The last few weeks Carlos, Alek’s friend and former mentor among the Justices, had been out of touch.

“He wants to meet. Wants me to meet someone.”

“Where? When? Who?” I asked. I pressed my hands against his sides, wanting his heat, wanting to push back the tension and darkness lurking in his face and body.

“New Orleans. As soon as possible. I have no idea,” he said. Then he shook his head. “No, I have an idea. I do not like it.”