Demons of Bourbon Street

chapter 5

Before my brain processed what Lucien said, Kane spoke. “What makes you think that?”


“Jade infiltrated her memory. The breach suggests a weakening in her aura. With her memory loss, I’m almost certain she’s been

compromised.”

“Meri’s back?” I breathed, clutching Kane’s arm. He tensed, and I tightened my grip. I’d just gotten him back from her clutches. I

wouldn’t let her have him again.

“Not necessarily. But the only being strong enough to penetrate an angel’s aura is a demon or another angel.”

“Philip?” My eyes widened.

Why couldn’t angels be good? Was nothing sacred?

Lucien shook his head. “Probably not. We don’t know if the person you saw in your vision was Philip. Angels don’t turn on each

other. They save their energy for demons.”

I stared at a weed forcing its way through the patio bricks. Prior to Lailah poisoning Bea, she’d been acting strange. I’d known

something was off about her, but none of the coven members dared entertain the idea an angel could be less than…well, angelic.

Look what happened to her. She’d been controlled by a demon.

My gut told me the mystery man was Philip. Until someone proved otherwise, I’d work under the impression he was up to no good.

No one was going to be a victim of possession on my watch.

I disengaged from Kane and put on my best coven leader attitude. “I need you to help me with a finding spell for all angels within a

two-hundred mile radius. In addition to locating Philip, we still need help rescuing Dan. Can you do that?”

Lucien retreated to the back door. “I’d rather not. Angels can get nasty when their privacy is compromised.”

So much for being the nice boss. “Too bad for them. Unless you have an official angel contact list handy, when the coven meets at

midnight, we’re performing the spell.”

He pursed his lips and took a deep breath. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“It’s settled then.” I swept past him and tugged Kane into the house. “Let’s go before he comes up with another argument.”

Kane stopped in the middle of the kitchen. “We can’t leave Lailah here. What if she is possessed? You’re the only one powerful

enough to do anything if she goes off grid.”

Damn it all if he wasn’t right. “Fine. You do the honors of telling her. If I do it, we’ll have another fight on our hands.”

***

Lailah silently fumed all the way back to Kane’s house. I would’ve happily ignored her, but she kept throwing mental insults in my

direction.

At least she was creative. Whoever heard of an angel calling a coven leader a magic-stealing twat waffle?

After dropping Kat off at her apartment, Kane pulled to a stop in front of his shotgun double, Victorian-style home on one of the

quieter streets in the French Quarter. I already had my hand wrapped around the door handle when Kane pushed a button,

triggering the automatic door locks.

“Before we go inside, I’d like to make a request,” Kane said.

Lailah’s curiosity crawled up my neck, making me long for a shower. After her mental assault, I didn’t want her energy anywhere

near me. I eyed Kane suspiciously. “And that would be?”

He turned to catch Lailah’s eye and then stared pointedly at me. “A truce. Until we’re sure Lailah isn’t compromised, the three of us

are stuck together. I know after what happened at the club…” he trailed off, no doubt deciding now wasn’t the time to talk about the

make-out session the pair of them had in Kane’s office.

Sure, they’d both been under the influence of a demon at the time, but that didn’t mean I’d magically gotten over my shock of seeing

them together. Logically, I knew I shouldn’t be mad. Too bad my inner self was still pissed. At Lailah. Probably because she still

wanted to get him between the sheets.

“For Goddess’ sake, Jade. I do not!” Lailah yelled from the back seat. “Kane, open the damn door. I have to get out of here.”

“And go where?” I asked coolly.

“Bea’s house. She can babysit me. I don’t want to intrude on your love nest.”

“No. Bea’s still recovering.” My mentor and the former leader of the New Orleans coven was the most powerful witch I’d ever met.

Under normal circumstances, Lailah would be fine at her house. But only a week had passed since Bea came perilously close to

losing her soul. The last thing she needed right now was another crisis. “You’re welcome here. Besides, we need to learn to work

together.”

She closed her eyes and leaned against the window. “Fine, but we’d better find a way to get out of each other’s heads or else this

will never work.”

“Agreed.” I held my hand out.

She hesitated for a moment. I waited patiently. She knew if she touched me, I would be able to read her emotions and hear her

thoughts more clearly. It wasn’t an easy thing to share with someone. Especially the someone who dated your ex. She squared her

shoulders and clasped my hand.

“Truce,” she said.

Relief flooded from her. The tension in my shoulders eased, and I sent her a tentative smile. She didn’t want to feud any more than I

did.

We’d make this work. Somehow.

“Can we get out now?” I asked Kane.

He snorted. “You could’ve left any time you wanted to and you know it.”

“True. But I try not to magic my way out of every situation.” I grinned and let a bit of my magical spark fly. Instantly the locks clicked

open.

Lailah laughed. I joined her on the curb, and we walked to the house together, leaving Kane to grab the luggage.

***

Kane was called away to meet with a client shortly after we arrived, leaving Lailah and me alone. Perfect. With her in his house, all I

could think about was the pair of them sharing his bed sometime in the distant past.

I longed to be holed up in my glass studio right about then making beads. Nothing put my mind at ease faster than losing myself in

the miniature creations. It was my sanctuary, the one place I could go and block out everything and anyone who bothered me. But I

couldn’t leave Lailah alone.

To keep my mind occupied, I grabbed Bea’s spell book and escaped into the kitchen. There had to be some reference to severing

a psychic link. The sooner I got Lailah out of my head, the better.

“You’re not going to find anything,” Lailah said.

I jerked. Damn, she was a quiet angel. Wood floors combined with mid-heeled boots should have alerted me to her presence long

before she made it to the open doorway. “How would you know? I thought you didn’t work spells the traditional way.”

She half-shrugged. “I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I’m not educated. I come from a family of witches, you know.”

“You do?” How had I not known this? Because we weren’t friends. Our relationship was defined by one mishap after another. First

an exorcism, performed by Lailah, had sent Pyper, one of my best friends, into a coma. Then while Lailah had been controlled by a

demon—through no fault of her own—she’d poisoned Bea, sexually assaulted Kane, and then abducted him to Purgatory.

It’s no wonder I didn’t have the warm and fuzzies for her. Still, she was Bea’s friend and employee. I’d decided that was enough to

give her the benefit of the doubt. That didn’t mean it was easy for me.

Her brow creased in disbelief. “Angels are born into magical families. My father is a witch, and his mother is an angel.”

“What about your mom?” I got up and headed for the refrigerator. After retrieving the pitcher of sweet tea, I filled two glasses and

returned to the table.

Lailah sat in my chair, flipping through the spell book, a blank expression on her face.

I set one in front of her and sat. “Lailah?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay?”

Her usually guarded emotions slipped past her barriers, prickling me with detachment. Her emotional walls snapped in place and

she glanced up. “Fine. Thanks for the tea.”

“You’re welcome.” We sat in silence, sipping our drinks. I took the hint. She didn’t want to talk about her mom.

After spending years not knowing what happened to my own mother, I sympathized. It had never been a topic I’d been comfortable

with myself. Whatever it was, I’d respect her privacy.

She picked up the pen and started scribbling in the notebook I’d left open. “There’s an old spell my father used to use to keep

psychics from delving into his future. We might be able to modify it to terminate our connection.”

I frowned. “He spelled himself on the slim chance he’d run into a psychic?” Statistically, the odds of witnessing a real seer

experiencing a vision were incredibly small. Microscopic. Most people would never experience such a thing, unlike those of us who

grew up with one in the family, like I did. The exceptions were people who sought out psychics.

She smiled. “Dad is…eccentric. He closely guards his privacy.” Her smile vanished. “He has his reasons.”

Okay. Dan and I weren’t the only ones with weird family secrets. “All right. Have you ever modified a spell before?”

“Of course.” She pulled her mussed hair back into a bun and secured it with the pen. “It’s Witch Chemistry one-oh-one.”

I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat and tried to ignore the flash of inadequacy running through my brain. I could barely do any

spell, much less modify one.

Oh, I had the power. Plenty of it. That was the problem. I didn’t know how to fully control my magic. “Maybe we should consult Bea.”

She stopped writing and stared at me with hardened eyes. She let her irritation shine through her emotional armor. “I know what I’m

doing. Do you have any idea what I do for Bea at The Herbal Connection?”

“Help customers? Stock the shelves? Deal with vendors?” That’s basically what I did at The Grind, the café Pyper owned.

She gritted her teeth. “You think I’m a retail clerk?”

The Herbal Connection is a retail shop. What was I supposed to think? “Umm…”

She stood with an exaggerated huff. “I do the R and D on all the spells she offers. You know the charm when you first walk in? The

one that custom-tailors a scent to each patron? I invented it. Me. Not Bea.” She flung a hand in frustration. “I know what the hell I’m

doing.”

She stormed off, swallowing her last thoughts. Of course, I heard them anyway. Unlike you. If you don’t kill someone before we find

Dan, it’ll be a f*ckin’ miracle.

Ouch. I don’t know what shocked me more. Lailah—an angel—using the F word, or finding out she’d invented the soothing scent

spell. Every time someone walked into The Herbal Connection, the scent in the air changed to whatever made the person most

happy. My scent shifted from a sea-salted breeze to Kane’s fresh rain cologne. The first time I’d entered the shop I’d been very

impressed and had assumed it was Bea’s spell. My assessment of Lailah and her abilities did a one-eighty. It appeared I had a lot

to learn about the angel.

Despite my attempts to apologize and offer dinner, Lailah stayed locked in the guest room until right before we left to meet Lucien

and the rest of the coven.

Even then she ignored me.

I tried one last time. “Kane brought po’boys. There’s one in the refrigerator for you.”

“No, thank you,” she said, but her interest brushed against my psyche. I stifled a sigh and grabbed the sandwich anyway.

“In case you get hungry.” I held the shrimp sandwich out.

She eyed it and then nodded. “Okay.” She turned to Kane. “Thank you, that was thoughtful.”

“No problem.” He smiled and offered an arm to each of us. “Shall we?”

And even though I wanted to smack him, I said nothing as we both grabbed an arm and the three of us headed to meet the coven.