Inherited Luck: Twisted Luck, #4
By Mel Todd
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Magical house, insane killer, and life altering decisions—being an adult sucks.
I did it, I've graduated and no more pressure. And I've got a house, me a house! Road trip time for Jo, Sable, and me up to Albany, New York. The house both is and isn't what I expected. Beautiful-yes. Locked rooms with mysterious stuff-yes. But it also seems alive, which isn't possible. This isn't a movie, houses aren't alive.
But before I get to finish exploring the house the draft office has decided I need another trial run, and of course Agent Steven Alixant is their errand boy. Before I get a chance to figure out anything— there are some odd things about that house—I'm dragged off to New York City to help catch a serial killer. Which makes no sense. A bachelors degree doesn't make me Sherlock Holmes. Things are going well, I guess. Is it a good thing to figure out clues about a serial killer's identity?
But when I get a phone call that something has happened to Jo and Sable is when things get dangerous. I'm going to have to make a bunch of decisions and I hope I can save Jo and Sable, even if it ends up costing me my life.
When your luck is as twisted as mine nothing is ever straightforward.
A found family, non-romantic urban fantasy with a smattering of magical beasties.
Mel Todd
Chasing her dream of being a full-time writer, Mel Todd has 17 stories out, her Kaylid Chronicles, the Blood War series, and more to come. Owner of Bad Ash Publishing she is creating a book empire full of good stories and good authors. With over a million words published, she is aiming for another million in the next two years. All stories that will grab you and make you hunger for more. With one co-author and more books in the work, her stories can be found on Amazon and other retailers. You can follow her on Facebook at - https://www.facebook.com/badashbooks/
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Inherited Luck - Mel Todd
Chapter
One
Mages are some of the most powerful people around, and merlin level are deadly at all times. Instilling great control, caution, and humility in these mages should always be the primary goal. Power isn't useful if it is used for selfish reasons. ~ Qin Dynasty
A rgh! Stupid system. Work!
I glared at the computer screen as I tried once more to put in my magic branches and strengths for the draft board. But it wasn't programmed to handle a double merlin and kept tossing errors.
I'd finished my bachelor's degree in June and was trying to file my intended major for my master's and my course of study for my doctorate, but the stupid system refused to accept any input.
Sixteen months ago I'd climbed out of the rubble of the school building I'd destroyed when trying to not get killed by two mages from Japan. The fact that I lived, much less got Japan to quit trying to kill me for an inheritance still surprised me. The fact that only one student had died eased my guilt and I was found not responsible for their death as I had been fighting for my life. But I'd never wanted to kill anyone, even if it had been Daniela Morris—someone I'd barely been able to tolerate in the first place. The fallout, however, had been severe, but somehow I'd managed to not get expelled.
First responders were everywhere dealing with the destruction and injuries, but Japan had lived up to what they promised to the phoenix Jeorgaz and me. Before the ambulances left, there had been representatives from Japan there, personally apologizing to the president of GA MageTech and taking full responsibility. Money had been handed out like water (though I didn't get any), and even the damage to the Guzman's shop had been completely covered by Japan.
As if thinking about her summoned her, my best friend Jo Guzman came into the apartment.
Jo was my best friend in the world. Transform archmage, proud lesbian Latina, and my soul sister, she was curvy, gorgeous, with skin that reminded me of roasted nutmegs, and hair that touched her butt. Mages did magic via genetic offerings; hair, nails, blood, things like that. Which meant you never cut your hair as you needed it to do magic. Which meant her thick black silky hair weighed a ton and annoyed her.
When I was twelve, I met Jo a few months after my brother Stevie died in my arms and from that day on we were inseparable. We'd experienced a lot over the last few years and I knew I would have never gotten my bachelor's degree without her support. The three of us— which included Jo's girlfriend, Sable Lancet— lived together in a decent college apartment. The living room, crammed with three desks, a futon couch, a club chair, and a forty-three-inch TV meant you weaved between desk chairs and the small coffee table. The apartments weren't bad, but they were still college apartments with puke-bland walls, not enough bookshelves, and a kitchen that made a boat galley seem large. But for the last two years it had been my home, more of a home than I'd ever had before.
Sable was wisely avoiding me by hiding back in their bedroom trying to wedge clean laundry into the packed closet. Jo was a clothes horse at the best of times.
I could hear you yelling at the computer through the door. Should we start running now before your annoyance sets Murphy's Luck on all of us?
Her lilting voice teased, but it also brought into clarity the prickling sensation that had been at the bottom of my awareness. The familiar light prickling, almost like goosebumps, of Murphy's Cloak started to settle around me. I had the bad habit when I was frustrated or upset to unconsciously cast the spell on myself and then I'd feed it all unconsciously. The bad thing was this spell affected probabilities in the negative way, meaning everything that could go wrong would.
Dang it.
I dispelled it with a grunt of irritation and stared at the forms.
You're overthinking this,
Jo pointed out. Copy everything into an email and send it to the contact link on the website. Sable said she had to do the same thing because her requested master wasn't on the drop down. Don't worry about it and just send.
She pulled out the bundle of snail mail and started sorting it.
I took a deep breath and typed out the email, putting in everything I'd been trying to do via the website. I fought a sigh as I started to type. Because of my power, being a double merlin meant rather than access to one class of magic and three branches like a standard mage, or access to all the classes, but only five branches like most merlins I had access to eight branches. Having a familiar gave me that eighth branch.
Corisande Munroe Double Merlin.
Strong: Relativity, Time, Earth, Soul, Psychic
Pale: Transform, Entropy, Non-Organic
Bachelors in Biology minor in Soul. 4.0 GPA
Providing Master's degree selection information and justification per draft requirements. Included is my doctoral path, with possible career paths.
Magic wrapped
around my world and wove through it. There were five ranks of mages and merlin was the highest level. And until me, no one knew you could emerge
twice, which made me both a freak and a pawn in a game I wasn't interested in. Emerging is what gaining magical abilities was called. Most people would get a class, Order, Chaos, or Spirit, and then get to use 3 of the four branches in the class. But not me. Instead, I got access to almost everything and it had been proven that even the branches I supposedly didn't have access to, I could use.
Which meant the government was very interested in in which degree I would choose and how they would use my draft service. The ranks of mages were hedgemage, magician, wizard, archmage, and of course merlin, and all mages above a hedgemage had to serve a draft period. Merlins served for a decade instead of four years.
I shook my head and kept typing in all the information they wanted. They knew who I was—why did I have to provide all this crap? When I was finished, the monitor glared at me like a disapproving drill instructor, like typing the email had been the wrong thing to do. I wrinkled my nose at the website, and killed that tab. That'll teach websites to be uncooperative.
We owe money, asking for money, spam insurance, elections, spam, elections, hey an actual piece of mail for you.
Jo sorted through the pile of mail. We only picked it up once every other week or so because ninety percent of it was junk mail we didn't care about, and the mailbox was on the other side of the apartments and in a direction we almost never went.
I just nodded at her comment, still staring at the computer screen. If I sent this, I was committed. Why did an email seem more final than entering something on a form?
You're stressing again. I can smell calories burning. And here you go, mail for you. Looks official,
Jo said as she dropped an envelope on my desk and peered over my shoulder. Her perfume, a mix of ozone and sharp metal touched with honey sweetness, wrapped around me, bringing emotional support if nothing else.
I know. I'm just…
I waved my hands in the air, not sure what I was, except annoyed.
She paused and patted my head. Well, I can solve part of that.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her arm flash down and grab my mouse. Before I could react, she clicked send.
Eek! What did you do?!
My heart went into triple time and I lunged towards the screen as if I could undo what she had done.
Saved you some angst. It's done and there isn't anything you can do to call it back. Let it be. They'll approve it or they won't.
Jo flashed a smile, a bit harder than her normal smiles as she gave me a nudge with her shoulder. With that she headed down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Sable, her steps a bit slower than normal.
I frowned, but the pounding of my heart had me focusing on the computer, wanting to reach in and pull back the electronic packets. But she was right. There wasn't anything I could do and I would have spent another twenty minutes fretting over sending the email. I moved my attention to the letter she'd dropped on my desk. I frowned at the small manila envelope reading Corisande Munroe written in crisp clear calligraphy. I knew it wasn't my degree, that I'd received last week. It had taken eighteen months of busting my butt, dealing with the pressure from the government, and avoiding the societies.
The societies. Even the thought of them made me sigh. They should have been such a good thing but I'd heard too many horror stories about how they were the worst parts of an old boy's club and a gang. They wanted me, or to be more exact, they wanted to use me. They were the equivalent of frat houses for mages, each catering to different classes and personalities of mages. I'd joined the House of Emrys, but only because the merlin house was the least of the evils. The others still kept trying to convince me to join and various people I didn't know in Emrys kept offering to help me out.
It did wonders on making my paranoia worse.
The bright spot in the last year, besides Jo and Sable, had been building odd friendships with Indira Humbert, my mentor and one-time professor, and with Steven Alixant, FBI agent, government stooge, and Indira's boyfriend. The only student I'd created any relationship with was Charles Wainscot. He was an archmage and had a familiar named Arachena. She and my familiar, Carelian, were friends.
All in all, the last year had worn me to the bone and made it so I did little besides study, work, and dream about failing. But I'd made it. I earned my degree and met the conditions of the will.
Oh, it's probably about that.
I sighed, suddenly exhausted as I stared at the envelope which had gained a level of menace it hadn't had previously. I still tended to hide from most people, mainly because after the building incident I was more than a bit infamous. Yes, Japan paid for a brand-new building and accepted all blame, which was the only reason I wasn't kicked out or prosecuted. I didn't know of anyone who really missed the one person who had died. Maybe her parents, but she hadn't made herself well liked. Magic didn't always make sense the way it worked, at least to me, and with all the training I'd had both from the GA MageTech and Baneyarl, I didn't think we humans understood magic as well as we liked to think.
Maybe that is why most merlins retire to private research and why the government wants his research. It explains magic more accurately?
I let the thought rumble around my mind as I picked up the envelope and studied it. I could hear Jo talking to Sable in the background. Sable finished her master's this summer and wasn't going to go for a doctorate. Jo still had another year to get her bachelors.
Carelian yawned and stretched. He was my feline familiar, one of my best friends, and probably the closest thing I had to family right now. He rose to his full height and jumped off the couch. He was still growing, and every so often he scared me when I forgot who he was. He had reached the size of a cougar, but with bright ruby red fur and a tail he used as a whip. When people saw him walk down the street by my side it made them take a triple look. The thought of what he could do with those claws, what I'd seen him do with his claws, made me swallow hard.
I looked back at the email program, the sent box proving my missive was long gone. Was it even worth the fight? It seemed like all I did was fight to live my life, but no one else had any issues. My heart began to race and the familiar prickles of Murphy started up again. I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth forcing myself to relax. I continued until the prickles dissipated and I didn't need to fight down the scream at the back of my mind.
Screw it, I'll decide when they reply.
While normally the submission of your chosen degree path after your bachelors was a pro forma thing, I had been specifically asked to submit what I wanted and why. Which from Sable and Indira I knew wasn't the normal request. But it was their game. Being a merlin meant I owed the draft a decade of service. They wanted me now, but they also wanted me to have a degree to make sure I could use my magic properly. I felt like a blasted brood mare or something. All anyone cared about was what they could get out of me.
At least they didn't make me serve a decade for each merlin rank. See positive thoughts.
It didn't help. Just made me more frustrated.
~Are you sulking for a reason?~ Carelian's voice pulled me out of my funk.
Baneyarl had taught us how to talk to him telepathically. I could do it easily, always had been able to, that was part of the familiar bond. Jo and Sable could talk to him also if they concentrated, but that was because he assisted them. I could send thoughts to them, but they couldn't respond. Baneyarl promised eventually we'd all be able to speak this way, but it took time for the brain to learn how to compose thoughts.
While strong Spirit mages could read minds, in general mindspeak was like talking, you had to think to send your words to someone else. And that took practice without the familiar bond.
~Yes, no, I don't know. Just tired of this. I want my own life, dammit.~ I managed to mutter that even in mindspeech, which told me how much I was whining.
Carelian snorted and put his head down, wrapping his long tail around him. ~No such thing. Stop wasting time whining about what is out of your control. Do something useful.~
His comment just made me sulk more and I stood up. Needing to move, I walked over to stare out the window, the envelope still in my hand. It was thick and felt like more than one piece of paper.
~Some comfort you are.~
~My job is to provoke and guide you. Not feed pity. Jo, come kick Cori in the hind end.~ He resembled a ruby statue at this point, with his tail so tight around him it appeared seamless.
I heard laughter from down the hall and Jo walked out, followed by Sable. Carelian said I need to come kick your ass? Is there a specific reason or direction I should kick it?
She grinned as she flopped onto our futon couch, pulling Sable down beside her. Sable wore her naturally curly hair in ringlets she twisted together in different patterns, and her black hair provided a contrast to her dark latte colored skin. With all the outside running Jo had been doing she was darker than Sable was, even though Sable had an African American father and a Japanese mother. The thought that she never talked about her mom flitted through my head, but I let it go to answer the question.
He's grousing at me 'cause I'm moping. Which I know is stupid, but ugh. Why can't they go away?
Jo and Sable exchanged glances and then shrugged. I hate to say this, Cori,
Sable said, a touch of sympathy in her voice. But they aren't going to.
I sighed, having expected and dreaded that answer. But Sable kept talking. You are a double merlin, have a familiar that is almost instantly recognizable, not to mention impressive as hell, and you have an inheritance that multiple governments are drooling over. Frankly, if you get to live your own life before you turn forty, I'll be surprised.
I growled, sounding suspiciously like my familiar who yawned at me, showing off two-inch teeth, then went back into his statue impression.
You're no help.
I knew I was whining, but at this point I'd done over four years of doubling down on classes and it looked like I still had another three to go if I got a doctorate. I'd been sure that by now I'd have a job, a place of my own, that I'd be living my own life and not having anyone else telling me what to do.
Nope. But lying to you is stupid. Cori, the price of being a mage means you owe something to society. You know that. You've taken the same history classes as I have and you know about some of the atrocities that happened. Jonestown?
Sable's voice was dry and I sank back in the chair shivering a bit.
Jonestown was infamous. In Magic History there was a mandatory ten-page research paper that all students had to write. The OMO and the draft board used those papers as a litmus to make sure mages had ethics. Anyone who could condone what he did, how he did it, wasn't anyone you wanted to have power.
All the information Steven and Indira had dropped told me that mages regarded as dangerous ended up dead very fast. After two years, I could finally think of Agent Steven Alixant as Steven, but it still caused a stab of pain saying my dead brother's name, and not having him here. Plus, I still had years before Kristos, my younger brother, would be given the option to find me.
I'd been surprised when Steven told me to watch and see if anyone disappeared after discussing that paper. Someone had, a student I recognized but didn't actually know. I found his name later on a list of obituaries for the school. That had dismissed any questions I had about how carefully people watched mages. Mages and non-mages would always be treated differently until everyone was equal or at least everyone had magic. And to think most people thought mages had it easy. Maybe money wise we did, but we had much less freedom than the average person.
Do you really think they are going to let you, a double merlin out without anything less than iron control?
Sable's voice was unsympathetic and I didn't blame her.
No,
I responded. They've retested a lot of people, even if they didn't want to be retested. Steven mentioned they'd only found three more that may have emerged twice, though currently they think the original rating was wrong and are blaming machine or operator error. None of them were merlins. Most of the older mages are avoiding the retesting at all costs. Which means I'm still unique.
I shrugged. Getting tested twice just complicated your life.
So sink into it, enjoy it, and make the most out of it. Grousing around won't change it, so find ways to enjoy. You met the first step of the requirements—the rest should be much easier than that.
Jo gestured at the envelope I still held. So open it already. I wanna know about the house. Assuming that is about the house.
Yes, the house. The reason I'd fought so hard to pull this off. But after eighteen months I was scared to look. What if it was now a rundown shack? More accurately, a rundown mansion. The picture could have been from thirty years ago. A Spirit merlin had left me a ton of stuff if I met the requirements for inheriting. The problem was, he thought I was a decade older than I was. Meeting that first requirement of getting my degree by the deadline almost killed me. But I had that piece of paper now. Everything else should be downhill—start my draft, finish my draft. Though survive my draft might be more accurate, especially if I didn't get my head in the game.
Sable's right. Quit moping and see what there is to enjoy about this. You can't change it, but you can still be who you want to be, right?
It just felt like I'd been fighting the establishment forever, and for what? That was the problem—I didn't know. And even more, I didn't know if I wanted to keep fighting.
Cori?
Jo prompted and I shook my head. My hair reached my butt, and after a decade of wearing it at shoulder length, the weight distracted me and felt wrong. I was tempted to cut it, but that would just highlight that I could use offerings no longer part of my body.
Sorry. Guess I'm in a funk. Not sure why,
I admitted as the truth of those words sung through me. The laughter from Jo and Sable caught me off guard. What?
My throat tightened and all the doubt stored up in my mind cascaded down on me again. I fought to control my desire to throw things. Carelian only flicked an ear at me, not saying anything.
Cori, my dearest,
Jo started, her pitying smile plastered on her face. I narrowed my eyes at her and I saw Jo fighting to keep the look cemented, but she choked on a laugh. Sable rolled her eyes and shoulder-nudged Jo.
Cori,
Sable said, you've been working non-stop since Japan settled all the lawsuits. If you aren't in class, you're studying. If you aren't studying, you're working. If you're not working, you're in class. I don't think you've taken more than Christmas Eve and Day off since it happened. You even worked Thanksgiving. You're burned out, exhausted, and you're taking this summer off.
She sent a stern look at me.
Wait? What? No, I nee-
I started to say. I needed to work, take some more summer classes to lower my course load next year, and there was a second degree that I could get with a few more credit hours.
You need a vacation.
Jo interrupted my protests. And a trip to see the house you killed yourself earning sounds like exactly the right thing to do. Now open the damn envelope, see what it is, but either way we are headed to New York to see your house!
Her glare held love, but she also wasn't going to give. When she got stubborn, Jo got stubborn.
Fine, fine.
I lifted both hands in the air, surrendering. As I did so the back of the envelope caught my eye and I pulled it down to pay attention to it. I'd been mostly avoiding it, aware of the grenade-like quality, but refusing to examine what shrapnel it might contain.
In script matching the front, the flap of the envelope had a name and address on it: Lucille Blanding. The address didn't match where the house was, but it was in New York. I'd expected it to be from the lawyer David Carlson. He'd checked in once a semester, see if I was on schedule, but nothing else.
With a shrug I opened it, exhibiting a bit more care than I usually did. I peeled open the envelope and a small sheaf of paper slid out. There were two pictures inside also. I looked at the pictures first.
It showed two people standing in front of a house—my house. The lines of it called to me and I had to fight to pay attention to the two people. They looked young in their twenties, possibly early thirties. The man was clean shaven with a thick head of dark brown hair, wearing an out of style suit. The woman next to him had brilliant red hair. It almost matched Carelian's coat. The suit dress she wore could have been worn today and no one would have even blinked. They were leaning on the porch columns and I could see the Spirit merlin tattoo on his face, but she didn't have one. I flipped it over and on the back was a date, about forty years ago, and two names. Lucille Blanding. James Wells.
Huh, so that is what he looked like.
I handed over the picture to Jo and Sable who had managed not to grab things out of my hands. They looked like two little kids waiting for their piece of candy.
Mmm, who's the looker? His wife?
Jo asked and I glanced back over at her. The woman in the photo had been pretty, but the fierceness of her grin caught my attention more.
No clue.
I looked at the second photo. This picture was of the house, and was obviously pretty recent. It matched the one from the will. Built in the Victorian style, it had a wraparound porch, and octagonal structure on one side of the house. I stared at it until Jo cleared her throat.
Patience, you have none,
I said handing her the photo, then opening the letter.
Chapter
Two
Merlins seem to love research and hiding in their homes. While it is not true that all merlins are rich, the majority tend to be well off if they manage their money wisely. As to idea of most merlins becoming reclusive researchers, it has become a conceit exploited by anyone trying to spin a story. ~Magic Explained Online
Miss Corisande Munroe –
Let me introduce myself,
I am Lucille Blanding, estate manager for the James Wells estate. Per my records you should be receiving this letter after you have had your degree for seven days. At the time of writing this missive I still have not heard from you in regard to the house.
As this property is now your responsibility, I expect to see you within three days of receipt of this letter. If you decide to drive up it should be four days. I will be expecting your phone call so we can meet and go over all the aspects involved in managing the house as well as the expectation involved from other parties.
Included are pictures of the house, both when it was originally purchased by James and myself and the most recent as of two years ago. Included are requests for access from the various groups in the last month. Until May of last year, the emperor of Japan was insistent that his Royal Magician be granted access. I believe you have insight as to the reason those requests ceased.
Review the requests and decide how you would like to handle them.
I await your call.
Her name,
signature, and an address and phone number followed. As well as the address of the house. I'd registered New York when I'd looked at the inheritance stuff, but now the city of Albany jumped out at me.
I'm impressed at the attitude and vaguely offended, but I can't say any of her information is wrong.
I handed over the letter then looked at the other pieces of paper in the sheaf. They were all addressed to Lucille, but specifically mentioned research notes located in the house, and requests to study objects suspected to be located in his house. To each letter was attached a note listing the times and the reasons they had been denied. The text on the notes was abrupt.
Unable to verify existence/location of requested object. Ask later.
Notes cannot be catalogued until inheritor arrives, ask then.
At this time, there is no access to the house being provided. Be aware the house has its own defenses and is perfectly capable of disposing of trespassers.
I snorted at that note. How did a house dispose of trespassers? The idea of a self-aware house raised even more questions.
I handed the notes over to Jo as well, but Sable was on her phone typing furiously. That got a raised eyebrow from me. She'd been just as interested in what the letter held as Jo. Before I could ask, she grinned and lifted brown eyes to meet mine.
Got it. It should take us about fifteen hours to drive up there, so about two days. But Dad has a friend with a house in Bel Air, Maryland, we can crash at. If we pack tonight, we can be on the road tomorrow and at your house the next day. My draft doesn't start for another six weeks and you and Jo can afford to take a week or two off.
I started to protest. I should work this summer, build up my cash reserves, keep my skills up.
And sleep.
That whispered thought brought a sense of longing. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept past eight.
Nope.
Jo cut off my protests. A road trip sounds delightful. I've never been any further than North Carolina, and we have to go to New York City. I want to see that house and we all deserve a bit of celebrating. We've all been working hard these last few months.
That I couldn't argue with. Even with severe dyslexia, Jo had raised her GPA to a 3.8. Sable and I both worked our butts off to keep a 4.0.
But with graduation, the mandatory mage draft would kick in. Mages between magician and archmage owed four years. Merlins owed a decade. But since she had her master's, the draft would pull her up soon and we still needed to discuss where she might be placed. It could be anyplace in the world the US had a presence.
I bit my lip. I'd never been out of the state. A road trip sounded like freedom in a way I hadn't expected. I glanced down at Carelian. What do you think?
He opened one eye to look at me. ~I want a hammock in the back.~ Jo and Sable snickered so I knew he'd shared that with them. We'd been watching a show and it had shown a hammock in the back of a hatchback with a cat laying in it watching the world go by. He thought that looked awesome. That hammock had been supported by suction cups though. I doubted suction cups would support him since he weighed at least ten times what the average cat did.
I'll see what I can do,
Sable said trying to muffle her laughs. Jo only owned a motorcycle and while I had my license, getting a car was an expense I didn't need. Sable, however, had a car and it was a hatchback, meaning he could watch the world go by around him.
~Then we should leave. There is much of this world I would like to see, explore, hunt.~
We all rolled our eyes at that. He'd never been much for cat toys, but he loved to terrorize the squirrels and birds, though had never killed any that I knew of. The only live food he ate with any regularity were mice from the pet store, and those were solely as treats. He said his favorite food was fish, which I guessed was a delicacy. I needed to remember to buy some salmon and take it to Esmere, his mother, or malkin in Cath language, next time I went to the Spirit realm.
Will Baneyarl be able to reach us in New York?
I asked. As far as Baneyarl, our griffon teacher, was concerned we still had another decade of training to be able to utilize our