Influential Magic (6 page)

An aching loss squeezed my heart.

Remember to breathe.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. I concentrated on the calming motion until my pulse returned to normal. Only a few seconds this time. I was getting better at that.

I glanced at the corkboard, scanned the list, and then pulled a pair of mature wisteria plants onto my infusion island. With one hand on each plant, I closed my eyes, letting the life of the plant flow into my being. The sweet fragrance invaded my senses, making me almost drunk on its perfume. Nothing smelled as heavenly as wisteria. Just before I felt the last bit of energy leave the plants, I reversed the process, forcing my citrus-tinged magic back into the wilted vines. The blooms sprang to life, spreading their delicate flowers. I smiled, pleased with myself.

Carefully, I placed the plants in the augmented section and pulled a large pot of lavender. I hated the scent of lavender, but the herb was one of the best for Kiss Me chocolates. Once chemically altered by the Kiss Me recipe, the ingredient was virtually impossible to identify, thankfully, otherwise I didn’t think I could stand to offer the dang things. Which would be unfortunate, since they turned a huge profit.

Gritting my teeth, I wished I could take a Smell Be Gone tablet, but hindering my abilities would defeat the purpose.

Just get it over with.

Taking another deep breath, I placed my hands on the innocent plant and braced myself for the memories I knew would come. They always did.

The vibrant yet delicate energy from the lavender hit me full force, the scent almost buckling my knees as the sweetness turned fetid, tinged with death. Beau’s gutted image filled my mind, his unseeing eyes staring past me.

I shuddered, straining to maintain the flowing life force. The painful memories almost overtook me, but I shut them out of my mind and forced my magic into the plant. Slowly, the distinct lavender scent dissipated as my citrus signature masked it.

Shaking, I put the plant next to the wisteria and waited for the pain slicing my heart to fade. I’d never forget the horror of finding Beau butchered in our mother’s lavender fields, alone and left for dead. Clutching the counter, my nails pressed against the stainless steel until one of them snapped. I barely even noticed.

Four years later, and the case was still unsolved. I’d promised my mother I’d find the truth, even if the search took the rest of my life.

I probably could’ve found a suitable substitute for the Kiss Me recipe. My self-inflicted torture wasn’t necessary. But reliving Beau’s death kept the promise fresh in my mind, right where I intended it to stay.

“Willow?”

“Huh?” I started at the intrusion. No one ever dared bother me when I was augmenting plants. Not since the day I’d been interrupted in the middle of an alteration and lost a whole row of mature plants. My wrath had been enough keep the staff away permanently.

“Sorry! I wouldn’t interrupt, but…” Georgie held up a thick ivory envelope scrawled with calligraphy and sealed with wax.

“Mother of demons,” I whispered. “What does the Cryrique want?”

Georgie’s face paled. Her voice shook. “The guy bought three dozen Orange Influence chocolates before he handed me the envelope.”

“What? How the hell—”

“He had a permit!” Georgie yelped, backing up. Tears glistened in her wide eyes. “He did. I checked it, ran the number and everything.”

“It’s okay,” I said, trying for calm. Orange Influence contained a highly controlled substance, very effective in forcing people to do things against their will. Special permits were required for purchases, usually only given out to law enforcement and research labs. But vampires were
never
given permits. Never.

“It’s not your fault.” I sighed. “We’ve got to get a line on the messenger. We need to find out who he’s working for. If he’s got a connection to vampires…” I didn’t finish the thought. It was too horrible to even contemplate. I stuffed the message in my back pocket and guided Georgie out of the lab.

“Can you make a sketch of what he looks like?” I asked.

“Yes, but he looked like his picture.”

“I’m sure he did, however I’d like the details of a full sketch. With a license we only get a head shot.”

“In color?”

“Yes, please.” I touched Georgie’s arm. “Thank you.”

Some of the tension in the older woman’s shoulders eased, but the strain didn’t leave her face. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy to help.” She shivered as her frown deepened. “Vampires…with Orange Influence.”

“I know, Georgie, I know. I’m pulling the order and license and calling this in right away.” Anger flowed through my veins at the thought my magic could be used against an innocent.
Please let this all be a mix-up.

Maybe someone on the street had handed the message to the guy as he walked in, and he wasn’t carrying the chocolate wedges off to Frenchman Street and into vampire hands. Gods, I hoped that was true. “Bring the sketch to my office as soon as you’re done, but don’t rush. Accuracy is more important.”

***

I fingered the thick, weighted envelope, grimacing at the blood-red wax seal. I supposed the old ones felt nostalgia for social etiquette of times past. But seriously? They carried iPhones just like everyone else. What was wrong with a phone call or an email? Of course, modern methods wouldn’t have been as dramatic.

Damn vampires
.

I grabbed my antique silver letter opener and carefully broke the seal, trying not to alter it any more than necessary. If there were any lingering energy traces, I might need them later.

One elegant line was scrawled across the textured stationery.

Your honored presence is required at eight o’clock tonight at The Red Door.

Required, not requested. It wasn’t an invitation. It was a summons. And not one I could likely ignore. The Cryrique held political clout in the city. Pissing them off would only put me out of business.

Did this have anything to do with the Influence drug? My stomach turned. I was the only one in the city powerful enough to enhance the plants needed to create the narcotic. If they wanted an inside track, I was the logical choice. And the most obvious.

The phone rang, startling me out of my worried haze, and the note slipped from my fingers, landing on the desk.

Hopefully it was Phoebe with information on the messenger. I’d faxed the details to her a half hour ago.

I picked up the old-fashioned rotary phone. “The Fated Cupcake.”

“Ms. Rhoswen, you got my note, I presume,” a southern gentleman’s voice drawled.

My heart stopped. “Who is this?” I asked through clenched teeth.

He chuckled softly. “I understand you have something of mine.”

“I can’t imagine what that would be.” What the hell was he talking about?

“Not a what, a who, Ms. Rhoswen. Bring Davidson with you this evening. I look forward to our new friendship.” The line went dead with the unmistakable clatter of a phone coming to rest in its cradle. No iPhone for this vampire.

Davidson? David?

Why would the Cryrique think I had David? Phoebe said he’d cut a deal. He should’ve been home by now.

He cut a deal. Oh no…

With everything going on, I’d completely forgotten about my new assignment with the double agent. I yanked the legal envelope open and stared at the name of my new partner.

Davidson Laveaux.

“F’ing Maude!” I shrieked. With a start, Link jumped from a sound sleep, growling, his eyes glowing gold as he scanned for intruders.

“Sorry, boy. It’s okay. No one’s here but me.”

Link paced, responding to the anger in my voice.

I scanned the document, finding the classification.
Sensitive: twenty-four hour detail
. The Void wasn’t messing around. Whatever they were after, they meant business.

“Damn it all. How in the world am I going to spend twenty-four hours a day with a vampire?” A vampire who’d seen me naked on several occasions. I slumped in my chair, wishing I could turn the clock back thirty-six hours. Even if it meant being back in my mother’s house.

Heaving a sigh, I returned my attention to the file. What did David have to offer as a double agent, and why did Maude put me on the case? My only notable skill was locating vampires.

Then I turned the page and found my answer.
Vampire Laveaux overheard a plot to abduct Agent Rhoswen. Reason unknown.

I closed my eyes, fighting for control. So that’s what David meant when he’d said I was in danger. Damn Maude for letting me read the news in a freaking assignment report. The rasp of paper crumbling filled the room as I clenched my fingers around the directive.

“Rough day?” Phoebe asked.

I spun to find my roommate leaning against the doorframe. She’d morphed into Reese Witherspoon,
à la
Legally Blonde
: long, slightly curled blond hair, a pink business suit, and perfectly manicured nails. I scowled. “You look ridiculous.”

“It got the job done. I now have a new informant with close ties to the mayor.” When I didn’t answer, she strode into the room and lounged in the chair on the other side of my desk. “You’re not still mad, are you?”

Her nonchalant attitude made my blood pressure rise. “Did you get my email?” My words came out clipped. Of course I was still mad. My best friend had insulted me and taken Maude’s side.

Phoebe nodded, ignoring the tension in the room. “I’ve got someone working on it. You really think the vamps are after Influence?”

Rolling my shoulders, I stifled a sigh and slumped back into my chair. “I’m not sure, but better safe than sorry at this point. Any chance we can speed up the background check?”

She shrugged. “It isn’t considered a priority, but I can call in a favor if you’re that worried about it.”

I sat up straight. “
Not a priority?
To who? Vampires may be using Influence. Influence I created. It’s a pretty damn big priority to me and any potential victims.”

Phoebe studied me for a moment, then tapped a message on her phone. “I know you’re upset, and I’m still at the top of your shit list, but something else is bothering you. What’s going on?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with being forced to spend all my days and nights with a vampire for God knows how long.”
And being at the top of some vampire’s most-wanted list.

“Not all vampires are criminals, Wil.”

“Look at you, being all politically correct. When’s the last time you befriended one?”

She shrugged. “I have vampire friends.”

I snorted in disbelief. “You have vampire contacts. And you haven’t slept with any of them.”

“That’s true.” Her phone beeped. She scanned the message and then typed a short response. “We won’t have info on your messenger until tomorrow morning. The tech working the case said the Influence registrar didn’t get back to him and now the office is closed for the day.”

“Perfect,” I said, my voice flat.

“Wil,” Phoebe said carefully, softening her voice. “I’m sorry about this morning and for letting Maude blindside you. I was worried you’d go in full steam and rail against her. Which I’m not denying I’d love to see, but today I needed you levelheaded. Or at least as levelheaded as you can be around your aunt.”

Her tone, more than the words, got my attention. I exhaled as the pent-up tension faded away. “I’m sorry, too. You were only doing your job. I wasn’t even mad anymore by the time Link and I got here. But after I got that phone call and read about my new assignment, the anger came rushing back.”

One dark eyebrow rose. “Phone call?”

“F’ing vamps.” I hadn’t filled Phoebe in on the details. “I got a letter and then a phone call.”

After I recounted the day’s events, Phoebe sat back, looking thoughtful. “If the messenger does work for the vamps, then picking up the Influence was pretty damn sloppy if they intend to keep buying it from you. Did you check the buyer’s history?”