A stubborn witch is forced to team up with an obstinate vampire in their quest to find the stolen Book of Spells that could destroy the witches.
When Logan’s grandfather is brutally murdered by a rogue vampire he must find the killer before the stolen Book of Spells leads him to the Blood Stone, which would destroy the witches, but after a week of searching, he has uncovered no clues and the council of witches and vampires bring in a tracker. Even as he argues he can find the killer on his own, his witch blood is stirred by the beautiful vampire. That alone was reason enough not to work with her. Too much of a distraction.
Makala isn’t just any vampire tracker. Before she was turned, she had the gift of second sight. After she was made vampire, her gift became stronger. It still doesn’t mean she wants to work with a stubborn witch. Especially one she’s attracted to. She prefers to work alone, but his witch spells and ability to read the witch signs might come in handy.
When she discovers the identity of the rogue vampire, she realizes they have a shared enemy in the murderer. Makala knows it won’t be easy stopping him, and could very well cost them their lives.
The old witch showed no fear. That infuriated Dagan more than anything. “I want your book of spells,” he told him once again.
“I’ll never give it to you, not a vampire.”
“Give it to him or he’ll kill you,” Bertrice told him.
The old witch’s gaze fell on his cousin. His eyes filled with sadness. “He’ll kill me anyway, and he’ll kill you as well. Your thirst for power has taken you to the dark side. Your bad choices will finally destroy you.”
“You fool, you could’ve ruled the witches,” She brushed her loosely flowing gray hair away from her lined face. Wrinkles she had earned the closer she’d gotten to the dark side. “You could’ve had everything you wanted.”
He glanced around his study. “I have everything I want.”
“Enough!” Dagan bellowed. His hands closed over the old witch’s throat, and he began to squeeze. “I want that book!” He could feel the life force draining from the old witch. He no longer cared if the old man died. He’d tear this place apart until he found the book.
“You’re killing him!” Bertrice screamed, tugging at his arms.
Startled that she would interfere, his hold relaxed. The old witch gasped for breath, then in one swift movement, pulled the witch blade from his jacket and sliced across Dagan’s arm. Dagan grabbed his arm, screaming in pain as fire burned across the wound.
The old witch stumbled back against the lamp beside his chair. The globe fell to the floor and shattered. He ran toward the door, but only got as far as the front of his desk.
Dagan stabbed him in the back. The blow was not enough to kill him but to cause pain. The old witch grabbed the desk for support, papers and a pen flew to the floor. His grip slipped and he dropped to the intricately patterned rug on the floor.
He stared up at Dagan.
The old witch mumbled something Dagan couldn’t understand, but he didn’t beg for his life. He respected him for that, but it didn’t stop him from plunging the knife into him again and again.
When he stood, his gaze landed on Bertrice. “Make yourself useful for once, find where he hid his book of spells.”
As if coming unfrozen, she began to move. “I saw him leaving a secret room from behind the bookcase one day when I was young. He didn’t know I saw him.” She removed some of the books, then pushed a lever. The bookcase swung open, and she stepped inside. Dagan replaced the books and pulled it closed behind them.
The room on the other side was small with no door. “There’s nothing here.” Dagan’s anger was rising by the second.
“He’s hidden the door.” Bertrice began to chant, hands resting on the wall until she broke the old witch’s spell and a door appeared. Steps led downward. Even before Dagan was at the bottom, his vampire eyes could see the book on the pedestal. Finally, he was one step closer to finding the Blood Stone. He smiled.
Bertrice found a light and switched it on.
Dagan had no more use for her.
Makala watched from the shadows as the man called Logan Marks stood before the council members seated at the heavy wooden table. The table represented the vampire heritage, carved with images from the past, marking their journey to the New World.
Lights from a heavy, ancient wrought iron chandelier cast an eerie light over the six people who sat at the long table. Vampires and witches together. Once unheard of, but times were changing.
She didn’t mingle with vampires, let alone witches, so it was no matter to her that they had decided to form an alliance. She only wished the witches wouldn’t burn their incense before each meeting. She knew the scent. It was sage. She almost smiled. Did the witches really think they could cleanse the vampire space? Make them pure? They were all lost causes, condemned to live their lives in the darkness of the underworld without hope for salvation.
She sighed. It was as it was.
Unless Logan looked closely, he wouldn’t spot her standing in the shadows. She had time to study the witch, see exactly who she’d be dealing with.
He wasn’t bad looking—for a witch. He was tall, with thick, sandy blond hair. When he spoke, his words were laced with a Southern drawl, but it didn’t stop them from carrying a sharp edge that would cut the unwary. Witches were led by their emotions. This one was no different. Not that she could blame him. She would be just as angry. Just as determined to get revenge. It would probably end up being her downfall as well.
Right now, Logan glared at the council members, his temper visibly rising as each second ticked by. This kind of anger could make him careless. If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up dead, too.
“I’ve wasted enough time here when I could be out looking for the monster who murdered my grandfather,” he said.
“You have a lead?” Dominique asked as she leaned forward, arms resting on the table.
Logan squared his shoulders. “That’s not the point. I can’t find the killer if I’m here. One clue, that’s all I need.” He raked a shaky hand through his hair.
Dominique’s eyes were filled with pity. Makala had heard they were close. He’d been one of her allies, even though it could’ve cost him his life. Amazing that a witch would take the side of a vampire, but then, Dominique wasn’t just any vampire. She was a half-breed, born from the magic of her witch father and the soul of her vampire mother. Her parents broke the law and paid for their crime all because her father, Maksim, had a vision that one day the demons would rise during the Shadow Moon and defeat the witches and vampires, turning both races into their slaves.
So, Maksim and Victoria had created Dominique. The witches and vampires turned their backs on them. Dominique became an outcast.
But her father’s vision came to pass, and she’d saved both races in the end. Now she sat on the council board.
“You might never find the clue you’re searching for,” Dominque told Logan.
“Am I supposed to give up? The vampire who killed my grandfather also stole his book of spells. My grandfather left me a sign so that I would know someone was trying to find his book of spells. If he deciphers it, he can find each point of the Blood Stone. If he can get that kind of power, he’ll destroy the witches. I have to find him.”
“I know, but you can’t do it alone.”
“You’re going with me?”
She shook her head. “I’m unable to leave at this time.”
Makala wondered at the sudden flash of fear she saw in Dominique’s eyes. Strange. She had defeated the fierce demons, yet Makala had seen fear for just a brief moment. What could make her more afraid than facing a demon? She returned her attention back to Logan.
Logan warily eyed Dominique. “Then what do you mean?”
“Your heart is ruling your actions. Whoever killed your grandfather is very skilled. From everything I’ve heard about Jakob, killing him would’ve been next to impossible. I want to bring in a tracker.”
He stiffened. “Witches and vampires joined forces to fight against the demons. A treaty was signed, but the vampires broke it.” He pointedly looked at the vampires who sat on the council. “I don’t trust them.”
Belfore, one of the vampire leaders, shook his head. “You’re wrong, one vampire broke the law. You can’t judge the rest of our race by his actions. The vampire who did this will pay for his crime.”
“And how do you propose he pays when I’m not out there looking for him?” Logan sneered, then turned to Dominique. “It’s only a ploy. What if this is a plot by the vampires to destroy all witches?”
She raised her chin. “I would never let that happen. My witch blood runs as strong as my vampire blood.” She leaned forward. “You must trust me on this. The vampires want the murderer brought to justice. He threatens both races. Who better to capture a vampire than a tracker?”
“I won’t sit back and wait for someone else to hunt him.”
“I never thought you would, but together, with your witch magic and the tracker’s vampire skills, you can bring the killer to the justice he deserves. Besides, this is a very special tracker.”
“Do you really believe a vampire will bring one of their own to justice?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Makala spoke from the shadows.
Logan’s head jerked toward her voice.
She stepped into the light. He sized her up, then his gaze quickly stripped her of what she wore. Everything was gone in that brief flare of lust she saw in his eyes. She watched as he fought to control his emotions, and quickly reined in his thoughts.
She could already see he was going to be trouble. That is if he even agreed to work with her.