See No Evil (Alpha Guardians Book 1) (10 page)

E
cho sighed
as she tugged on an olive sundress she’d discovered in her seemingly bottomless wardrobe, wondering whose job it was to select and purchase her clothing. Somehow she couldn’t imagine Duverjay picking out dressed and panties and strappy sandals, perhaps because she’d only ever seen him in formal attire.

“
No, Echo, you can’t help find your aunt
,” she said, butchering Rhys’s accent with her mimicry. “
Just let us do our job, Echo. Stay in the house, Echo.
”

Echo sized herself up in the mirror, biting her lip. The dress clung to her body in all the right places, the neckline cut a little low to show off Echo’s cleavage. She’d picked out a pair of low wedge heels and pinned her hair up with a flower.

All part of her scheme to torment Rhys, who was being awkward as hell around her
and
demanding that she take no part in rescuing her own kidnapped family member.

“No way, buster,” Echo muttered, though Rhys wasn’t around to hear her. “You don’t get to stay away from me and still be all possessive. One or the other.”

To be fair, most of the awkwardness was Echo’s doing. She was researching her abilities, trying to figure out how to keep herself from turning Rhys into a piece of werebear toast if and when she ever got close to hooking up with him again.

And oh, did she ever want that. The lure of Rhys was stronger than ever, seemingly growing by the moment. It was partially her curiosity, partially the magical cosmic chemistry between them… and maybe just a teeny, tiny part pure lust on Echo’s account.

But none of that meant that she should risk his well-being, of course.

Echo sighed and headed downstairs, but this time she sought not Rhys but Aeric. Since she’d had a decent amount of free time while Rhys made himself scarce, Echo had come up with a good plan to find Tee-Elle, a plan that she was fairly certain would actually work.

The problem was that she needed a scrying mirror to find Tee-Elle, and someone to watch her back. She was still uncertain of her magical abilities. She didn’t want to make some tiny mistake that might have catastrophic repercussions, so she needed someone more experienced to stay with her while she used the mirror.

After a bit of consideration, she’d chosen Aeric. Of the three Guardians, Aeric seemed the most likely to help Echo without feeling the need to tell Rhys every little thing. Gabriel and Rhys were too chummy, but Aeric didn’t seem like anyone’s buddy.

Echo found Aeric alone in the living area on the first floor, sitting at the big conference table. He was studying a massive book bound in cracked brown leather, lips moving silently as he read. She watched him from a distance, realizing that his perpetual expression of anger masked just how handsome he was.

His ash blond hair was immaculately groomed, just long enough to look amazing parted on one side and brushed back from his face. He was just as tall as Rhys and even more solidly built, his torso resembling nothing so much as a tree trunk.

Echo grabbed a bottle of water out of the kitchen fridge and then sauntered over to him, trying to appear casual.

Her nervousness ruined any attempt at being suave when she dropped the unopened bottle of water on the table. It bounced and landed right on the book, making Aeric scowl and swat the bottle away.

“What are you doing?” he growled. “This book is over six hundred years old.”

Echo’s lips parted in surprise, but she didn’t quite know how to respond to that. In the face of Aeric’s relentlessly sullen attitude, her momentary attraction to him withered.

“Sorry,” she said, snatching her water bottle from the table. “It was an accident.”

When she sat down at the table across from him, Aeric arched a brow.

You have a lot of nerve, sitting by me
, he seemed to say.

Echo struggled to keep from rolling her eyes. Maybe every time Rhys frustrated her, she should just think of what it would be like to be paired with Aeric for the rest of her days. That ought to make her appreciate the big, bossy man who’d taken over her life.

“I need to talk to you,” Echo said, ignoring Aeric’s continued glare. “I can’t just stay here in the Manor forever, no matter what Rhys thinks. I have a job and a life that I want to get back to.”

Well, at least the job part was true, Echo mused. The social life part… not so much.

“Why are you telling me this?” Aeric asked, shutting his book with a snap. The gold lettering on the front caught Echo’s eye; most of it was incomprehensible, German maybe, but the word
Magick
was clear enough.

“Because I can’t leave here until this Pere Mal thing is resolved. The only person outside Pere Mal’s inner circle that can give us information about what he’s up to is Tee-Elle, and he’s got her hostage. Ergo,” Echo explained, “I need to find Tee-Elle. She’s been gone for almost a week, and y’all haven’t found her yet. It’s time to try something different.”

Aeric stared at her for a few moments before responding.

“And you think you can find her?” he asked, taking the bait. Echo nearly squealed with excitement, but she held it in.

“I have an idea, at least,” she said, letting her unspoken criticism of the Guardians’ scrying abilities hang in the air. “But I also have a condition.”

Aeric snorted and crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat.

“You need my help and you have a condition. Wonderful.”

Echo blushed, but she refused to let Aeric’s grumpiness cow her. She leaned her elbows on the table and gave him a hard glare.

“Your job is to protect the city,” she reasoned. “Pere Mal is a huge threat to the whole world, much less New Orleans. I would be helping you as much as you would be helping me.”

Echo could’ve sworn she saw Aeric’s lips twitch, humor lighting his eyes. She had the distinct impression that he was currently pitying Rhys for getting stuck with someone who Aeric so clearly found to be annoying.

“What is your condition, then?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to tell Rhys. If this works, I want to go with you to find Tee-Elle, and I think we both know that Rhys would have a problem with that.”

Aeric gave a disbelieving cough.

“I’m certain he would.”

“So?” Echo asked.

Aeric studied her for a long moment, then shook his head. Echo thought he would refuse her, but he took her by surprise.

“Let’s hear your idea, then,” Aeric said, pushing the book aside.

“I’ll need the scrying mirror,” Echo said, biting her lip for a second before adding, “And somewhere private to use it.”

Aeric narrowed his gaze before giving Echo a stiff nod.

“Meet me on the second floor in twenty minutes,” he said. He scooped up the book and went out the back door, heading for the gym.

When he didn’t reappear, Echo went to Rhys’s guest room and exchanged her wedge heels for flats. She fidgeted and flipped through a magazine for a few minutes, distracting herself until it was time to go upstairs. Before she left the guest room, she found her purse and pulled out her Swiss army knife, taking it with her.

When she slipped down the central staircase to the first floor, she saw that Aeric had left the first door wide open. She snuck over to it and hurried inside, halting only a few feet in, mouth hanging open.

Though Aeric’s living area had precisely the same layout as Rhys’s, the two rooms could not have looked more different. For one thing, Aeric’s living space was lined floor to ceiling with book cases crammed with books of every shape and size, covering every inch except the picture window on the far size of the room.

For another thing, the walls and bookcases were all black, the floor was covered in black rugs. A few pieces of minimalist furniture were clustered near the window, and though Aeric had a library table identical to Rhys’s, it had been painted black. Hell, the ceiling dark, with black fabric hanging low to make the whole room seem much smaller and darker.

The strangest part was that the lovely window was draped with blackout curtains to kill the daylight, meaning that the only light in the room came from a couple of dim lamps perched atop the library table.

“Are you just going to stand there?” Aeric asked, giving her a bored look.

“N… no…” Echo said, wrapping her arms around herself as she walked over to the table.

Aeric had laid out an ornate scrying mirror on the table, a pad of paper and a pen next to it in case Echo should need to make notes.

Echo held up her Swiss army knife, and Aeric arched a questioning brow.

“I’m going to scry with blood,” Echo said. “I read about it yesterday, how people who are deeply connected can be sought through one another’s blood.”

Aeric pursed his lips, then gave Echo a slow nod.

“It can be done, if the bond goes deep enough. Usually it must be family,” he said.

“It will work,” Echo said, her stern tone intended to bolster her own wavering faith in her plan.

“Go ahead, then,” Aeric said with a shrug.

“Okay. I just…” Echo hesitated. “If something goes wrong, I want you to stop me. Knock me out if you have to, okay?”

A muscle ticced in Aeric’s jaw, but he just gave her a noncommittal shrug. Echo decided to take that as assent, so she leaned over the scrying mirror to begin her work.

Echo used the knife to cut her left palm, trying not to wince at the pain from the dull little blade. She gave Aeric a nervous glance, then pressed her open palms against the scrying mirror and closed her eyes. Concentrating on Tee-Elle and their history together, Echo summoned the bonds between them.

The search unfolded in her mind, the scrying mirror’s inner workings appearing to Echo as an endless map of finely-wrought circuits all connected to one massive motherboard. Small and large sections lit up and dimmed as Echo worked to eliminate all the thousands of extraneous thoughts in her mind, pushing away everything that was not connected to Tee-Elle.

Sweat broke out on Echo’s forehead as something tickled her mind. She focused on it as hard as she could, trying to zoom in on the right circuit. A frustrated moan slipped from her lips when the strength of her spell overcame her and sent her spiraling, blowing past the connection she needed to find.

“Shit,” Echo said, opening her eyes.

Aeric was staring at her with something like genuine concern.

“You haven’t moved for an hour,” he informed her. “I was very close to rendering you unconscious. Rhys would have my head if I let you hurt yourself.”

Echo blew out a breath and wiped her forehead with her clean hand. She pulled her other hand away from the mirror, now sticky with drying blood, and sighed.

“I overdid it a little,” Echo admitted. “My magical strength has been uneven since I got here. Sometimes it’s boundless, other times it is very weak.”

“It is weak now, is it not?” Aeric asked. He set a bottle of water before her and waved at it, indicating that she should drink some.

“Yeah,” Echo said, uncapping the water and taking a long sip.

“It’s Rhys.”

Echo narrowed her gaze and drank some more water.

“What do you mean?” she asked, not sure whether she really wanted to know.

“Witches—”

“I’m a medium,” Echo snapped, not liking the word.

Aeric gave her an impatient glare before continuing.

“Mediums are a kind of witch,” he said, flapping a dismissive hand. “As I was saying, witches gain power and stability from their life mates. I am surprised you do not know this.”

Echo set down the water bottle and considered his words.

“I don’t have any mediums to ask,” she said.

“You must have inherited the ability from your mother,” Aeric told her. “It is how one gets the gift.”

“Well, my mother is dead,” Echo snapped. “She can’t, or won’t, tell me these things. Tee-Elle is the only
witch
in my family, and she’s got different abilities.”

“Gris-gris witch,” Aeric mumbled.

“What?” Echo asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Aeric said, shaking his head. “I did not know of your mother.”

Echo lost her patience.

“It doesn’t matter. Go back to what you were saying before, about life mates.”

“Yes,” Aeric said with a nod. “Witches are like… lightning rods, maybe. They attract power from the world around them, but they attract it in large, quick draws. The life mate helps the witch balance, store the energy. Keeps the witch from blowing out her…”

Aeric paused, obviously trying to find the right word.

“Fuses?” Echo suggested.

“Fuses, yes.”

“How does the life mate do that and not get… you know, struck by lightning?” Echo asked, letting her lashes fall over her eyes. She desperately wished she was having this conversation with anyone other than Aeric, but she needed to know the answer more than she needed to protect her modesty.

Aeric grinned then, revealing shockingly perfect, white teeth.

“Mates are protected. You cannot blow Rhys’s fuses, Echo.”

Echo’s whole being blushed beet red, and she had to take several calming breaths to ignore Aeric’s sudden amusement.

“Let’s just get this over with, okay? I almost got it last time,” Echo muttered.

“One moment, before you start,” Aeric said, holding up a finger.

He dashed out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a bundle of cloth bunched in one hand.

“Here,” he said, thrusting it out.

Without even asking, Echo recognized it as Rhys’s. She could actually
smell
his distinctive scent from six inches away, which was sort of creepy. Echo reached out and tugged the shirt from his fingers, less because Aeric was forcing it on her and more because she wanted to hold it. She wanted everything that belonged to Rhys for herself, didn’t even want his fellow Guardian holding his t-shirt.

“I think I might be going crazy,” she wondered aloud.

Aeric tsked and took the shirt back, laying it over Echo’s shoulders. Rhys’s scent invaded her senses, and some tension deep inside Echo eased; until this moment, she hadn’t even known the negative feeling was present.

“Better?” Aeric asked, looking smug.

Echo glared at him but didn’t answer, turning back to the mirror instead. She bit her lip and cut her other palm this time, slapping it down onto the mirror.