I drummed my fingers on the table. “So this is another supernatural who can harness power and magic?”
My mate turned to me, his face grim. “There are no accidents or coincidences where you’re concerned, Jess. I believe that. Like Eudoxia said in the Underworld, the fact that we’re where we are right now is not a mistake. This bokor is aware of you. My guess is she knew you’d show up eventually if she kept sending rabid wolves out. The minute we entered her territory, she let you in, and when you left, she gave you an ominous message. None of that was a mistake.”
“What did this sorceress say?” my dad asked, leaning forward.
“She said that we would meet again soon,” I answered. “And she called me a wild animal in some kind of Creole. Naomi heard it.”
My father raked a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. “If she’s a bokor, and those Made wolves are dead, this just became more complicated. Dammit.” He blew out a frustrated breath. “I wanted to eradicate this threat and be home before you arrived back from the Underworld, but that clearly didn’t happen. So here we sit, playing chess with a sorceress who wants to harm my daughter by draining her power.”
“A sorceress who’s likely been playing games with us since before Stuart brought his ragtag pack of wolves to her doorstep,” I said. “She must have taken one look at him and saw her opportunity. She set this up so we’d be forced to come here, and if she can pull power or magic out of me, there’s no doubt she’ll try.”
“The question is, how do we fight her?” Tyler asked. “Do we know enough about her magic to gain an advantage?”
My father shook his head. “No, we don’t know anything about her, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find a way to best her. I’ll put a call in to Devon as soon as I can. He’s been busy gathering information from a home base in Florida. But before we try to figure out a game plan, I need both of you to fill me in on what happened while you were in the Underworld. I can sense your signature change, Jessica”—he leaned over, his eyes grave as they met mine—“and your power feels layered. I need to know what’s going on.”
“Of course,” I said. I had so much to share. “Is this the only place we can talk?” I glanced around at the small space. “Where do you eat and sleep?”
“We have another area where we keep our food and supplies. We can move over there, though it’s not much more comfortable than this,” my father answered. “We had to take some trees down to gain the space. But you’re right, let’s head over there first and get situated. I want James to hear this too. There are twelve of us in this camp, and fifteen in both the others. James usually stays at one of the others, but we knew you were coming, so he’s here now.”
I chuckled as I stood, following my father’s lead. “He might be a bit busy at the moment. Marcy came with us. But she needs to be in on whatever we’re doing. She’s the only one of us who knows anything about the kind of magic we’re dealing with.”
Relaying the entire story of our Underworld escapades took two full hours. I told my father every detail, ending with the power of five, killing Lili, the fact that I’d made a mistake by ending her life one hundred years too soon, my possible place on the Coalition, the Hags’ anger, Juanita, and finally the plane crash. Then I filled him in on what the airboat guides had told us of this place and how we’d just escaped the priestess’s alternate reality. My brother told his part, including the length of time that had passed for him in the Underworld, his torture at the hands of the demons, and added details I didn’t have about the rescue of the Prince of Hell.
My father sat back, his face set as he absorbed it all. Finally he said, “That was quite a story. I’m not sure where to begin.” James sat next to him at another makeshift table, this one a little bigger. We were surrounded by crates of supplies and hammocks strung through cypress trees. “How about we talk about Jessica’s new power acquisition first. What can you do now that you have the power of five? I’ve never heard of a supernatural absorbing magic before you. It’s truly amazing. I’m at a loss for words.”
I stared at him and blinked. “That’s a good question.” I nibbled my lower lip. “I’m not sure. I barely figured out how to harness the demon magic while I was in the Underworld, as I told you. My wolf sort of stored it away as fast as we gathered it.” My wolf growled, showing us glowing with multicolored magic. “My wolf is indicating that we can pull it apart as needed, but I don’t know how to do that… yet.”