Libra's Limbo: Zodiac Assassins, #3
By Artemis Crow
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Thirteen Zodiac Assassins
Forged in the Darkness of the InBetween,
Ruled by the Shadow Side of their Stars,
The Only Hope for the Light of Humanity.
What Would You Sacrifice To Find True Balance?
A paranormal world trapped between the crumbling safety of the darkness and the deadly world of the light
The Twelve's centuries-long rule of the subterranean world called the InBetween is over, a demon army has been unleashed on earth, and the Zodiacs must unite the paranorm species to survive. But their enemies have other ideas, and the battle for the InBetween is just beginning.
A Zodiac so afraid of losing control he's chosen to live a half-life
Libra had a plan. Get himself appointed paranorm ambassador to the humans, and leave his life as an assassin far behind. But when a specter from his childhood rears her head and thrusts him into a struggle for an ancient power he refuses to claim, his plan is blown to hell, and his freedom is forfeit. Thrown a lifeline, he must choose between imprisonment and torture, or joining the one woman born to push his scales to the dark side on a long-shot mission they can't afford to fail.
A woman of passion and instinct pushing him to embrace the dark
Taryn Rose thought having a filicidal witch goddess for a mother was bad; but being charged with protecting her new home using an ability she's unable to control is worse. With tensions between the paranorm species high, she can see only one way to help the Zodiacs. Rescue Libra and, together, find the missing paranorm children. She trusts her gut, but can she risk their lives based on a hunch, a hope, and a child's magical drawing?
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Libra's Limbo - Artemis Crow
1
It wasn’t a proper paranorm party until a troll dropped a steaming pile of dung…or blood was spilled. But the assembled paranorms were not in a celebratory mood.
Poised at the edge between the gloom of the passageway and the light flooding the Great Cavern, Libra pulled his foot back and remained in the comfort of the dark as oily waves of the paranorms’ anger and fear coated him. His hands clenched into fists, he forced his pounding heart to slow. He was one meeting away from everything he had longed for: freedom from the life of an assassin.
Sunlight pierced the cold of the paranorm subterranean world, spotlighting the various species enthralled by the spectacle of the Corvus Ward king and Lyon—Libra’s fellow Zodiac Assassin and leader—stalking each other inside the circle formed by the crowd’s numbers.
Created by the goddess Hecate for persecuted paranorms, the spider-web-shaped subterranean world called the InBetween was vast, and not completely charted. At one time, the species had lived together, but the Twelve’s rule had grown predatory and cruel, their grip on the throats of those they were chosen to protect tightening, choking the life out of the relationships they were supposed to be nurturing. One by one, groups of paranorms had left this central hub, the Great Cavern, striking out to create their own territory in the far reaches, and blocking any ingress or egress that they hadn’t created themselves to prevent the Twelve from gaining access.
More recently, many of the reclusive paranorms had returned to the Great Cavern seeking help from the Twelve to find their stolen children. But before the mystery surrounding the abductions could be solved, a demon army had been summoned from the depths of the abyss. Punching through the roof of the Great Cavern, the denizens of Hell had erupted into the human world and disappeared.
The Zodiacs and the few paranorms who had chosen to stay in this part of the InBetween had struggled to set their violated home to rights in time for this unprecedented gathering of most of the better-known paranorm groups, species that historically never shared the same square footage.
But history was just that—they had a new future to mold.
Including me.
Libra took a deep breath and released it slowly. His constant struggle to maintain mastery over his dark emotions could be relaxed. Life among humans would never tax him; no demands they might make could faze him. In minutes he would be named the paranorm ambassador to the humans; by tomorrow he would be ensconced in his penthouse in New York while the finest tailor in the city measured him for new suits.
A delicate cough sounded behind him. He jumped then glanced back, instantly regretting his reaction when he saw the arrival’s face. His skin chilled, the flesh rising into blizzard-worthy goose bumps.
He had fought for every miniscule scrap of good in him, struggled to hold onto it against the violence and ugliness of his life, the job of assassin foisted on him by familial obligation. The rest was faked, qualities he chose to project, a facade by design. The expensive clothes he wore had become his armor, the manners and insouciance and humor he plied were his shields. Only he knew what it cost him to keep the legacy of paternal rage and maternal hatred shoved deep inside. Only he knew the sliver span on which he walked, or how the dark emotions clawed at him to be loosed. Only he knew that it was his control that kept him from endangering them all.
Only he knew his truth. And how lost he’d been since the rule of the Twelve had ended, when he should have felt free.
And her. She knew his truth; perhaps better than he did. She had created him, after all.
He turned his attention back to the crowd. Mother.
Why he was chosen to lead the Zodiacs is beyond comprehension,
the woman said low and slow, her gravelly voice as grating as the screech of Kellas Cat nails dragging across slate. The Beast of the InBetween tamed by a woman and pack of brats—what a waste of raw brutality and rage.
Libra adjusted his tie and brushed his suit jacket, smoothing the non-existent creases to ease the strummed nerves vibrating through him. Predators had a knack for smelling fear, sensing weakness; it was how they survived. But she didn’t hunt to fill her belly. No, she fed on the terror, lapped up the adrenaline, rolled in it like a dog in offal, her teeth bared in a grim smile while she devoured her prey.
His family is precisely why we chose him…and why he wanted to stay here. To protect the family he loves. And any paranorms who choose to live here.
The crowd stepped back from the king and the Zodiac, an en masse cringe in anticipation of violence.
It appears blood will be spilled, and soon,
she said.
Perhaps. But times are changing. Brute force and savagery can no longer be the norm, not if we want to reveal our existence to the flighty humans and survive.
He rolled his neck, focusing on the crowd’s rising agitation in an attempt to ignore his own. It’s my job to make them understand that. That’s where my talents will best serve the entirety of the InBetween.
The sharp, deep caws of the angry Corvus Ward males punctuated the nasal grunts and growls of the native Kellas Cat tongue. Together they drowned out the hiss of the vibrantly colored, reptilian-humanoid Aspis.
The ethereal, clairvoyant Portends had backed away from the throng, pressing their gossamer-clothed backs against the rough cavern walls, their faces screwed up in pain, cringing away from the anger and fear buffeting their delicate senses.
The lone demon-soul-sucking Innocent Demonica—a haunting, primal species who came in two physical versions: pale white skin with crooked, black cracks in a random pattern over their faces and bodies, and the revered black skin with white cracks—was as far from the rest of the crowd as she could get. That a Demonica had deigned to attend this meeting was singular.
Lyon’s face was inches from the Corvus Ward king’s. Both men were flushed, the king’s ink-black scalp feathers rising out of his long, black hair until they stood straight up. Not a good sign.
Then they bumped chests.
Aw, hell.
Libra stopped fidgeting. His knees bent, his heart rate spiked again—pounding against his ribs as if the organ were demanding he leave, walk away, as if it knew this confab was a bad idea.
Instincts, bah.
He hadn’t indulged in instincts or gut feelings since they had been beaten out of him.
Before he could take a step, her hand gripped his forearm. The air swirled around him, reeking of the cloying smell of gardenia that worked hard, but failed, to disguise the rotten-flesh stench of carrion flower nectar. He hadn’t seen the woman in years—had hoped he’d never see her again. Perhaps he should have taken up prayer, or destroyed his sense of smell, because in one whiff he was jetted back to his childhood. The sting of her slaps and punches and kicks. The fear that they would never stop; the hope he might die before the next beating.
Adrenaline surged through the shock, obliterating the emotions of the boy he once was, leaving only the numb of a man grown and in strict control. A trickle of sweat formed between his shoulder blades and inched and itched down his back, but he refused to acknowledge the physical betrayal of his body, his emotions. The day he had escaped her, he had sworn no one would ever touch him unless he desired it, hit him without repercussion, or elicit a physical response that he didn’t welcome.
Her breath tickled the curve of his ear. I know why you’re here.
He moved his tongue around to wet the desert that was his mouth, but it got stuck in the ridged roof, his lips glued to his teeth. You know nothing.
You are just like your father—wanting what you can’t have. Taking that which is not yours. Leading the paranorms, advising them, standing as their representative to the human world will take a strong hand, a courageous heart. You have neither, so I’m here to make sure you don’t get what you seek. I am here to protect the paranorms from a male so afraid to embrace his greatest gift that he lives a half-life.
Libra took a slow, even breath. He would never let her see how much her words hit home—how they burned like acid on his skin, flayed it, penetrated the crevices to seek out the starving, dark hollows inside him, filling them until they were sated.
I am nothing like my father, all rage and lack of control, his scale so tipped to the dark that he was chewed up and swallowed by it.
He tugged to pull away from her but she gripped him harder, forcing him to face her. Before you run away as you are wont to do, the king has a proposal for you.
He studied the sweep of the thick, white hair that covered her shoulders, and the subtle lines around her eyes and mouth. She hadn’t aged well; bitterness and anger had eaten away at her once fresh beauty.
Her lips twitched when she realized what he was doing. She bared her teeth for just a moment, the grimace involuntary, her vanity revealed in a blink. Witnessing her weakness should have thrilled him, but it left him hollow. He hadn’t been tainted with her malice…at least not fully. Yet.
I hear that Lyon and his mate stole ten Corvus Ward children.
She stood straighter, her lips thinned. The king wants them back.
Libra crossed his arms. My compliments to your spy network. Perhaps they can find out why the children were taken in the first place. What purpose does ripping them away from their families and terrorizing them serve? Provide those answers and you may be able to broker a meeting between Lyon, his children and the king.
He maintained eye contact with her, refusing to look away. And to be clear, Lyon and his mate adopted them. That’s a far cry from theft. Every child chose to stay—perhaps the king needs to honor their wishes.
Bah, what do children know?
He stepped into her, towering over her not-inconsiderable height, his body stiff with uncoiled tension. They know when they’re safe, when they’re loved. He wanted to speak the words, but it would be a waste of breath. She would never understand. He stepped back and forced himself to relax.
She looked up into his face, her eyes roving over it as if searching for something. I should have known your father couldn’t make a man out of you.
Libra grit his teeth and resisted the urge to defend his sire. The man didn’t deserve it, nor would he have wanted it.
He turned away. What is the proposal?
Pledge your fealty to the king and he will let Lyon keep the Corvus Ward children. As long as none of them prove to be a royal.
It was all he could do not to snort. Insane. That was the only word that described the ridiculous proposal. First, pledging fealty to the Corvus Ward king would put Libra right back in the muck and mire he had just managed to crawl out of. Another arrogant master who could demand whatever he wanted of him, and, with fealty sworn, Libra would have no choice but to obey.
Second, no one let Lyon do anything. Why would he part with even one Corvus nestling for my fealty?
He wants his own Zodiac.
Then have him approach one of the others. They are much more capable.
He heard her draw in a slight breath and hold it. It wasn’t like her to be tentative. She was all sharp angles and pointy ends. Subtle and quick as a paper cut whose sting didn’t steal your breath until after your flesh had parted and the blood had welled. He wouldn’t spare her by speaking first—he had learned patience, and his control was eternal. He could wait her out.
The other Zodiacs are strong, yes, but not as strong as you could be.
And there it was—the elephant in the room had finally raised its trunk and trumpeted the truth. A chill stole over his limbs then crept inward until it bottomed out in his gut, freezing him in place. Despite knowing what the king wanted, he had to say it out loud.
He wants the agent,
he said slowly, carefully, the muscles in his belly forcing the air out of his lungs so the words could be released.
Yes. And it’s past time you claimed the role.
You know that’s impossible.
She dug her fingernails into his flesh, anxious, desperate even, an emotion he’d never felt from her. You could have the power of Aether; you could be its agent. The quintessence that Chaos herself created to give life to the gods and goddesses of old, their very breath. You could be the spaces between; you could have dominion over matter itself if you would but take it.
She hissed and clenched his arm even harder. The power of the agent should have been mine, but you and your father stole it from me. I will not allow the legacy of my line to die with you because you are a coward.
After decades of estrangement, why had Aubrianna chosen to approach him now?
He was Libra, but living a balanced life wasn’t possible for him, not with the piece of demon-king soul attached to his own. The evil inside him longed to be unleashed…always. If he became the agent, if he accepted the curse that his mother considered a gift, he was sure it would be Nether he’d awaken. His scale would be skewed to the dark side and he’d be lost to it forever. He had chosen to live a half-life in the light and made it be enough. There he would remain.
There hasn’t been an agent of Aether for all of recorded history. Only the songs of bards and fools say an Os Mage Mother was ever an agent of Aether, and that, most likely, was wishful thinking.
Libra pulled out of her grasp. Which leaves an agent of Nether, darkness personified, the stealer of breath, the destroyer of life. No.
He brushed the wrinkles out of his sleeve. I will never swear fealty to the Corvus Ward king; my loyalty is to the Zodiacs of the Great Cavern and the paranorms of the rest of the InBetween—all of them. As for Aether and Nether, let them die with me—there is no one and nothing worth activating that power.
2
Libra stepped out of the dark shadows of the hallway and into the cavern, his stride long and steady. To get away from my past or to reach my new future?
He ignored the question and made a beeline for Lyon and the king, desperate to prove himself a worthy ambassador for the paranorms. If they rejected him, he would find another capacity in which to serve as long as it didn’t involve swearing fealty to a royal who wanted that which Libra could never give.
He pushed past stiff bodies, ignoring the adrenaline and aggression that flowed over him, his eyes on the two circling alpha males. Finally he broke through the slowly dividing throng and turned in a circle, watching the various species band together into their own kind until they stood back to back, ready for battle.
The Corvus Ward king had balled his hands into fists. Lyon’s leonine claws had extended, his canines had dropped, and the gold of his eyes swirled with molten rage. The fight would be on in seconds if Libra couldn’t stop it.
Lyon!
Libra called out, his voice deep and steady. He shoved the men apart then turned his back on Lyon and bowed to the Corvus Ward king. Highness, please accept my apologies for being late to this meeting. If you would please take a seat, I’m sure we can resolve our differences without drawing blood.
He gestured to the largest chair in the whole place, the throne reserved for Lyon, not only fitting for his place as the leader of the Great Cavern and the Zodiacs, but the only chair that could accommodate his seven-foot, three-hundred-pound frame.
Libra looked back and glared. One of the males had to budge and it needed to be Lyon.
Lyon backed up to Persephone’s delicate chair and tried to squeeze his buttocks into the tiny seat. The arms squeaked—the wood and fabric stretched to the limit, threatening to crack and send Lyon to the floor. He huffed, and shifted his hips until they were vertically stacked before settling his bulk down.
Libra would have laughed if diplomacy and saving face weren’t perched just as precariously as Lyon’s ass. Instead, he exhaled, relieved that Lyon had backed down.
The king smoothed his scalp feathers back until they relaxed and merged with his long, glossy, black hair. At least someone here understands diplomacy.
The man backed into the massive, embroidered, silk chair without looking away, refusing to lose the glaring contest. He ran his fingers along the arms, checked his fingertips, and scowled before rubbing his hands together. I suppose this will do…after a good cleaning.
He snapped his fingers and two servants rushed forward to wipe away the nonexistent dirt.
Lyon growled low and deep in his throat. My mate cleaned that chair herself just this morning.
The king shoved his servants aside and settled into the chair. Then perhaps you should have chosen a different mate.
Libra’s hackles rose at the insult to Persephone. A sweeter, more caring person could not be found in all of the worlds, and she didn’t deserve the king’s disrespect. But perhaps that was the king’s plan—maybe he was looking to start a fight. The Corvus Wards as a species were antagonistic in all matters, love or hate, peace or war. No one wanted to deal with them, though, as one of the most populous species, they couldn’t be ignored.
But the king seemed particularly offensive today. If he was pushing Lyon intentionally, the question became: why?
Libra held a hand up to stop Lyon from rising while studying the Corvus’ glittering, red eyes. Will you join the Zodiacs to rebuild and strengthen the InBetween?
"Not until all of the Corvus children have been returned, starting with the nestlings Lyon stole from us." The king sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.
A growl burst out of Lyon. And when I don’t?
The king smirked. Then you’re on your own. I will declare you an enemy of the paranorms, and we will take our children back by force.
The king rose and clapped his hands once. One by one, the various species in attendance shifted to stand behind the Corvus Wards, leaving Libra, Lyon, the Fenrir Wolf pack, and a half dozen trolls alone, separated from the rest.
Tension crackled through the giant space. Libra mentally ran through a litany of responses, but he came up short. The succor of cool logic, and the pithy remarks that usually flowed easily, abandoned him—the dark, chaotic ebb and flow of emotions he abhorred choked him, leaving him speechless.
Heat formed in his belly and traveled up his spine. The chance to walk away from his position as an assassin was before him; the one position he’d longed for over the years was beckoning…and he couldn’t put together a sentence to salvage the audition.
The hum and hiss of disharmony rose among the king’s followers. Lyon growled low in his throat. The Fenrir Wolves prowled to Lyon’s side, their hackles standing tall down the length of their spines. The meeting had devolved and was about to go to hell, and Libra was at a loss. Frustration filled him; humiliation found a crack in his control. A wave of energy flowed down his arms and filled his hands until it escaped the tips of his fingers and fell to the floor in streams of shimmering blue.
The ground under him vibrated, the waves soft and slow at first, then increasing. Libra spread his feet to remain standing. The roar of the trolls panicked the Fenrir Wolves; the creatures slunk in reverse until they came up against the wall, leaving a large, open space around Libra and Lyon save for one—the alpha wolf—a massive, all-black male with glittering, yellow eyes and savage scars that diagonally bisected his head and muzzle. The canid could have been Lyon’s twin save for the color of his fur.
Lyon stood. Brother!
Libra blinked, Lyon’s shout pulling him out of the fugue. He clenched his fists, willing the flow of energy to stop. The shaking ceased but the paranorms remained huddled together, silence reigning until the sharp staccato of stilettos stabbed at it.
The trolls groaned and started to rock. The Fenrir Wolf pack growled and slid farther into the darkest shadows.
Libra’s mother emerged from the darkness followed by four muscular males—each more handsome than the last—their heads bowed like supplicants. Libra glanced at her face, expecting to see anger, or frustration, but her cool, composed, smile was more troubling.
She stopped in front of Libra and Lyon, and pulled on the fingers of her elbow-length, red, leather gloves, holding court over the startled paranorms while she removed them at her leisure. Everyone, please, there’s no need for discord.
The woman looked at Lyon. We have not met, though I knew your mother well. My name is Aubrianna.
Lyon crossed his arms over his chest and remained silent.
A hard scowl marred Aubrianna’s elegant, composed face for a brief moment, before she schooled her features again and shrugged. I understand the paranorms need an ambassador. I demand the right to be named such.
Lyon scowled at the imperious woman. Why should I choose you over Libra?
I have been a liaison between the various paranormal species for years.
She nodded at several of the paranorms standing with the Corvus Ward king. At least, the ones in the outer reaches who chose to not claim the protection of the Twelve. I have the experience and the connections, even with some wealthy humans that we could use in the future. You want to have influence outside of your Zodiacs? Then you need to appoint me—not a man with no experience; not a man who could barely stop you and the king from fighting; not an assassin with delusions of grandeur who will lead you to war.
Lyon frowned and stepped close to the woman. So you have worked for the Pondera Novus Ordo Seclorum and the Bathory Berserkers?
His hulking frame loomed over her. His voice dropped until all that came out was a guttural growl. How about the Pondera Exemplars? What about the stolen paranormal children? Did you broker that bit of nasty business? Because I would like to understand the why of it.
Aubrianna stood her ground, even leaned in a little. She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye, sending her long, white hair cascading down her back, her pale blue eyes hard and defiant.
I am the Os Mage Mother,
she declared in a low, slow voice before baring her teeth. You will show me respect.
Libra fought the instinct to shrink away from the energy radiating off her. The Os Mage Mothers were long-lived—dating back to the days when the old gods and goddesses were still worshipped—with powers gifted to them by the primordial goddess Gaia. Each of the four worlds had their own Os Mage maiden who wandered their designated world dragging a bag filled with the lost or abandoned bones of dead paranorms. Without them, the paranormal bones could be used for the darkest magic.
And when an Os Mage died, the Os Mage Mother gave birth to its fully formed replacement within hours. If the Mother died, the oldest Os Mage left her realm to become the new Mother, and bred with a male until, within hours, she gave birth to a new Os Mage for the world she’d left behind.
Palace intrigue played out over four planes of existence. Not much of a surprise that the Os Mage Mothers had to be strong and cautious if they hoped to hold onto their status. Or remain alive.
To Libra’s surprise, Lyon did nothing—no growl, no smart retort. The Os Mage Mother was a force no one wanted to challenge, and Lyon was taking heed, keeping his cool.
Libra stared at the woman who had borne him but was never his mother. She wouldn’t use children as political pawns. She couldn’t tolerate being around them that long.
She turned to Libra, one eyebrow raised. Defending me?
Just stating a fact.
The Corvus Ward king stood. Enough talk. Accept the Os Mage Mother as your ambassador, and we will be content to give you time to say your goodbyes before returning our children.
I don’t like being told what to do,
Lyon replied.
The king raised a hand. I’m not done.
He walked up to Lyon and stood toe to toe with the much taller Zodiac. He snapped his fingers and pointed at Libra. Two large Corvus warriors grabbed Libra’s arms and pulled him over to the king. The royal smirked. Aubrianna will be our ambassador and yours. You will give us back our children, and, while we wait, we will play host to Libra.
Lyon’s canines erupted from his gums for the second time, the long, sharp teeth sliding over his freshly bloodied lips. No one takes one of mine.
Libra sagged when Aubrianna’s mouth curved into a smile—Lyon had fallen into her carefully woven web. Hell, Libra hadn’t known the Corvus Wards would work with anyone outside of their own numbers. But that’s what had happened here—somehow, Aubrianna had gained their cooperation.
Aubrianna nodded. Exactly. That is what the king and so many of the paranorms are feeling. Beginning your new relations with the paranorms based on trust and cooperation bodes well for our future together.
"I could have had all of the Zodiacs here backing me, but I chose to send most of them away to demonstrate our trust and cooperation. Taking Libra is a move too far."
But you will allow it because you don’t have a choice.
Aubrianna pointed to the largest passageway.
The paranorms began filing out of the cavern.
Don’t let them do this. You can’t trust her, Lyon,
Libra said, jerking against the males holding his arms.
Let me speak to him,
Lyon demanded.
The king crossed his arms, his face screwed up in a scowl, but he nodded once.
Lyon strode over to Libra and grunted at the Corvus warriors. Alone.
They looked at the towering Zodiac then at their king before taking a few steps back.
This isn’t just about the children, is it?
Lyon asked.
No, at least not fully. The king wants my fealty—and my power, or the potential of my power,
Libra whispered.
"That power?"
Yes, he wants me to become Gaia’s agent.
Holy shit. Can he force you?
He can try.
Lyon looked past the crowd for a moment. I can’t lose my children, Li.
I know. This is a damned impossible situation.
Lyon brought his focus back to Libra. How long can you hold out?
Depends on what they do. Weeks, maybe months, if they don’t take the torture too far.
Torture.
Lyon ran a hand through his long, blond hair. Damn.
Libra could feel Lyon’s conflict, could see the man quivering with the need to take on all of the Corvus warriors—his bloodlust for a brawl palpable. But the Zodiac was not the Beast of the InBetween anymore; he had a mate and children to consider. No matter how capable he was as a fighter, Lyon couldn’t risk harm to them—even if it meant sacrificing a Zodiac.
Libra’s nerves settled. He breathed deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. There’s nothing for it, brother. They have to take me.
Lyon’s cheek twitched, the muscles along his jaw clenched. You don’t have to do this.
I’m not crazy about the idea, but yeah, I do. Just, for goddess’ sake, get me out before they break me. We both know how bad it could get if I go darkside.
But you could become Aether, yes?
History isn’t on my side, so no. Besides, what do you think the chances are that I’ll go all sweetness and light under torture? Especially with the demon soul inside me. You know how that feels.
Lyon looked past Libra again, staring at nothing, his memories of dealing with the demon soul and the toll it took on him swimming in his gold eyes for Libra to see. So you’d become Nether.
Finally, the big guy’s getting it. Yes.
End of days and all that.
Exactly. Now, back up, and try not to take a swing at anyone.
Libra smiled to convince the male that he would be okay, but even he could feel how brittle his face was—he must look positively cadaverous if Lyon’s pale skin and deep frown were an accurate reflection. Lyon gripped Libra’s shoulders and squeezed before backing away.
The Zodiac leader turned his attention to the king. I will be coming for him, and soon.
The Corvus Ward king smirked again before walking out of the Great Cavern.
Take him away,
Aubrianna snapped with a wave of her hand.
Libra was jerked forward by his brutish guards, his arms in a death grip. No doubt, this was gonna suck ass all the way.
* * *
Lyon watched Libra walk away with his Corvus Ward escort, waiting for the Zodiac to disappear before stalking over to Aubrianna. This could be considered an act of war against the Great Cavern.
Aubrianna raised a hand and laid her palm on his chest. Her haughty expression changed to one of speculation and she squeezed one of his pecs.
Lyon stepped out of her reach and growled. Don’t.
She held her palm to her nose, closed her eyes, and breathed deep. Let’s consider this an act of…balance.
Her eyes remained closed; it was as if she were memorizing his scent. She shook her head, opened her eyes, and pierced Lyon with a look, her pupils so dilated the blue was just a tiny outer ring. We each have something the other wants. You do your part, and maybe you can keep your children.
She donned the red gloves and turned toward the exit.
What about Libra? Or have you forgotten that the man you’ve served up is your son?
She walked away, calling out over her shoulder, Haven’t you heard? Os Mage Mothers don’t have sons. Only daughters.
3
Taryn took a deep breath as she brushed her hands along the cold stone and lumps of squishy, wet mold clinging to the wall. As soon as she had covered her eyes with the blindfold, her senses had gone into overdrive. A soft hiss flashed past her right ear. She jumped to the left and rolled on the hard-packed ground before rising again. She listened as she backed away, one hand in front, the other behind her. She hit a wall and a whisper of air passed an inch from her nose.
Shit.
She rolled along the wall then pushed off. Her heart pounded, pushing the blood through her ears until the whooshing was all she could hear. Uncle, uncle, uncle.
Still yourself and find the ley line,
her adversary demanded.
How am I supposed to concentrate with you caning me to death?
You need to be able to do more than one thing at a time.
Like walk and talk?
Like finding the ley line while running for your life.
An exhalation sounded close to Taryn’s right ear. Her hackles rose and she lifted her arms over her head to block the blow of the gnarled wood staff. It slammed against her forearms, the vibration racing through her body, shaking her to the core.
Son of a bitch!
She ripped off her blindfold. Do you have to hit so hard?
Gemma, the female half of the Gemini twins, lowered the weapon and scowled. You’re the one who demanded we do this. I was happy working in the lab.
Taryn ran her fingers over her aching arms. The swelling had already started; the bruises would be magnificent, hard to conceal and harder to explain.
I need to find my place,
she muttered as she turned away from the woman.
I thought figuring out what kind of weird science mumbo-jumbo Llewellyn did to the paranorms was your place.
More like a wicked mix of science and magic. One that we’ll never figure out without the primer.
Taryn walked to her white lab coat, which was lying in a heap on the ground. A wave of heat raced through her body, followed by a cold sweat—she braced her hand against the wall. The secret training plus all the hours spent in the lab had taken their toll, but add in a lack of sleep and she was sucked dry, hollow. One more blow from Gemma and her exhausted ass would disintegrate into a pile of ash and bone. I thought my place was on the surface being a human, but that was blown to shit.
I suppose that would be the case for anyone learning that their mother’s not only a witch goddess, but a witch goddess who tried to sacrifice you and your sisters to crack open Hell and release a demon army.
Taryn snorted. Yeah, and for all her power, I still haven’t found a magical bone in my body. God only knows who my father is.
I’m still convinced your sire is a Corvus Ward.
If I’m half Corvus, then why can’t I feel the ley lines that lace the planet? According to you, there’s one running right under my feet. Oh, but I suck at that too because I don’t feel a thing.
Taryn shrugged into her long-sleeved lab coat. I have no place. I’m a woman without a country or a purpose.
Melodrama doesn’t suit a descendent of Gaia.
Gaia?
Mother of all? Terra? Mother Earth, in the human vernacular.
Aren’t we all descended from her?
True, but very few are so directly connected with her as you and your half-sisters.
Gemma closed her eyes and moved her fingers as if counting. Your great, great, great grandmother, I think.
Taryn pressed on her temples to find some relief from the headache that had plagued her for days. Okay, so what does that have to do with anything?
Gemma leaned her staff against the wall and sat on a rock. Do you know nothing about her?
Taryn joined the Zodiac. I didn’t know about the paranorm world. Why would I think gods and goddesses were real, much less think that I’m related to one?
You’ve been so worried about the ley lines as it pertains to the Corvus Ward blood you might have, when it’s Gaia you should be concentrating on.
Why?
Do you know what a ley line is outside of what you’ve read in books?
Besides being a grid-work of the earth’s energy? No.
It’s much more than grid-work. Ley lines and vortices work together to form Gaia’s nervous system.
Vortices?
Think of it like the human nervous system. Vortices are her neurons, and ley lines are the axons that carry electrical impulses between the neurons. You need to tap into those electrical impulses to help you feel the matrix itself. Once you learn that, you can tell when someone crosses an axon by the interruption in the impulses. So, next time, visualize neurons and axons.
Gemma stood.
Why didn’t you tell me this before?
The Zodiac shrugged. I thought with you having Corvus Ward blood and being a descendent of Gaia, you’d be a natural.
Taryn flinched. Ouch.
The woman was right to expect Taryn would be a natural given that lineage. But Taryn wasn’t sure if the new information helped or would put more pressure on her the next time they trained. She could already feel her failure meter inching toward utter.
Gemma removed a leather pouch from her robe. The person you should be training with is Libra.
What? Why?
For all your skills in the lab, and with herbs, you haven’t even started on what’s most important.
Taryn gained her feet and straightened her coat, struggling to contain her irritation. And that is?
Learning who the Zodiacs are and where they come from. Take Libra. He’s from a line of women who serve Gaia, created by the goddess with her own blood, just as you were born of the blood of Circe. If there’s anyone who could help you find the ley lines, or tap into the power of vortices, it’s him.
Taryn wanted to ‘humph’ her doubt about Libra teaching her anything. From the first moment they met, they’d been thorns in each other’s sides. Too bad spending time with GQ wasn’t going to happen; she’d love to ask him questions, but she was realistic. If she asked for his help, he’d say no.
Gemma shrugged then crouched down and dumped two small, glass vials, a small, leather pouch, and a folded piece of paper on the floor.
Here,
she said as she handed Taryn one of the vials, drink this.
What is it?
Taryn opened the lid and sniffed. It doesn’t smell bad. Probably tastes like the ass end of a troll.
I think Lyon’s colorful jargon is rubbing off on you.
Or mine on him.
Gemma threw her head back and swallowed the liquid. Drink.
Taryn sighed, held her nose, and poured the liquid down her throat. She swallowed quickly, released her nostrils, and cringed,