Beautiful Darkness (Caster Chronicles 2)

She smiled and swung her staff. “And it’s about time someone taught Hunting some manners. My motives are pure, like the heart of a Succubus.” Macon laughed at the thought. From where I was standing, it didn’t sound so funny.

Dark or Light—Leah Ravenwood could go either way, but it didn’t matter to me. “We need to find Lena.”

Leah picked up her stick. “I was waiting for you to say that.”

Link cleared his throat. “Um, I don’t wanna be rude, ma’am. But Ethan says Hunting’s down there with his Blood pack. Don’t get me wrong, you seem pretty badass and all, but you’re still just a girl with a stick.”

“This”—in a split second, Leah extended the rod straight out, inches from Link’s nose—“is a Succubine Staff, not a stick. And I’m not a girl. I’m a Succubus. When it comes to our kind, the females have the advantage. We are quicker, stronger, and more clever than our male counterparts. Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world.”

“Aren’t those the bugs that bite off the heads of the males?” Link looked skeptical.

“Yes. Then they eat them.”

Whatever reservations Macon may have had about Leah, he seemed relieved she was going with us. But he did have some last minute advice. “Larkin has grown up since you last saw him, Leah. He’s a powerful Illusionist. Be careful. And according to Olivia, our brother keeps his mindless hounds with him, a Blood pack.”

“Don’t worry, big brother. I have a pet of my own.” She looked up at the ledge above us. Some kind of wild mountain lion, about the size of a German shepherd, lounged on the rocks, its tail hanging over the side. “Bade!” The cat leaped to its feet and opened its jaws, flashing rows of razor-sharp teeth, and jumped down beside her. “I’m sure Bade can’t wait to play with Hunting’s pups. You know what they say about cats and dogs.”

Ridley whispered to Liv. “Bade is the voodoo god of wind and storms. Not one you wanna screw with.” It reminded me of Lena, which made me feel a little better about the hundred and fifty pound cat staring down at me.

“Stalk and ambush is her specialty.” Leah rubbed the cat behind its ears.

At the sight of the wild cat, Lucille ran over and swatted her playfully. Bade nudged Lucille with her muzzle. Leah bent down and picked her up. “Lucille, how’s my sweet girl?”

“How do you know my great-aunt’s cat?”

“I was there when Lucille was born. She was my mamma’s cat. My mother gave Lucille to your Aunt Prue so she could find her way around the Tunnels.” Lucille rolled around between Bade’s paws.

I hadn’t been so sure about Leah, but Lucille had never let me down. She was a good judge of character, even if she was a cat.

A Caster cat. I should have known.

Leah tucked the staff under her belt, and I knew the time for talk was over. “Ready?”

Macon reached out his hand, and I took it. For a second, I could feel the power in his grip, as if we were in some kind of Caster conversation I couldn’t comprehend. Then he let go, and I turned toward the cave, wondering if I would ever see him again.

I led the way and, motley or not, my friends were right behind me. My friends, a Succubus, and a mountain lion named after a volatile voodoo god. I only hoped it was enough.

6.20

Dark Fire

When we reached the base of the cliff, we hid behind a rock formation a few yards from the cave. Two Incubuses were guarding the entrance, talking in low tones. I recognized the scarred one from Macon’s funeral. “Great.” Two Blood Incubuses, and we weren’t even inside. I knew the rest of the pack couldn’t be far away.

“Leave them to me, but you may not want to watch.” Leah signaled Bade, who loped to her side.

The staff flashed through the air like lightning. The two Incubuses never saw it coming. Leah had the first Incubus on the ground in seconds. Bade lunged, catching the other by the throat and pinning him. Leah rose, wiping her mouth on her sleeve, and spat, a bloody spot marking the sand. “Old blood, seventy, a hundred years. I can taste it.”

Link’s mouth hung open. “Is she expecting us to do that?”

Leah bent at the neck of the second Incubus for barely a minute before she was waving us on. “Go.”

I didn’t move. “What do we—what do I do?”

“Fight.”

The entrance to the cave was so bright, the sun could have been shining inside. “I can’t do this.”

Link looked into the cave nervously. “What are you talkin’ about, man?”