the Coven Nine.
He’d said she had been a nice fuck, but he needed to return to real women. Demons only.
She’d given him her virginity, and he’d given her pain. Thank God she hadn’t allowed him into her mind, or she’d be vulnerable even to the present time.
Now, a week later, she’d been appointed for life to the Coven Nine. She’d rise to the top and become powerful, relying only on herself and not on any man. She’d learned that one the hard way.
Tonight she’d even celebrate by herself, although her damn cousins were making her attend a family dinner in her honor the next night.
Her hands were full of fresh bread and produce she’d purchased from street vendors. She was so caught up in her musings, she didn’t notice the presence of others in her flat until she’d shut the door and walked halfway to the kitchen.
“Simone Brightston.” The deep voice echoed around the room.
She’d dropped the groceries, pivoting to defend herself. Two males faced her, one adult and one a teenager. Brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, both fit. “Who the hell are you?”
The kid cleared his throat. “I’m Beauregard.”
All right. The kid had bruises down the side of his face that seemed to continue into his oversized shirt. “What happened to your face?”
The kid flushed and looked away.
“You are Simone. I heard about your council appointment.” The adult looked her over. His lip twisted.
Her appointment had made news all around the world. “All right.”
He breathed out. “Vivienne Northcutt is your mother.”
Awareness tingled through the air. Something familiar and yet not really. Simone slid one foot behind the other, in case she needed to kick. “Who are you?” she asked again, wondering whether she could get to the door before he attacked. She could scream, but the Enforcers weren’t back home yet, so her breath would be wasted.
Something told her that wasting breath wouldn’t be a good idea with the male facing her.
She concentrated, trying to feel beneath his skin. Not a witch or a demon. She knew those signatures. A vampire? Possibly, but it didn’t feel quite right. “I’m not going to ask you again,” she said grimly.
He smiled then, showing long canines. “I like your grit.”
The kid seemed to relax. “Just answer his question, would you?”
Simone edged slightly toward the door. “Vivienne is my mother.”
The adult lifted his chin and inhaled, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell her on you. You are part witch.”
Simone had stilled. Part witch? “I’m all witch.”
“Is that what she told you?” the adult asked. “Where did you get the last name of Brightston?”
Her mother had said that she was a bright light in Viv’s life. It wasn’t uncommon for witches to use new first and last names for their offspring. “None of your business. Who are you?” Her knees began to tremble.
“I’m Roman. Has your mother ever mentioned me?”
Simone tensed to go for the knife in her right boot. “No. Sorry.”
He pulled out a green gun—one that shot lasers. Immortal weapons had always been eons ahead of human ones. “That’s all right. Though you’d think the fact that I impregnated her would’ve made her track me down.”
“What?” Simone asked, her gaze going to the barrel.
The kid’s eyes widened. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her.”
“Shut up.” Roman swung, much faster than Simone would’ve expected, and smashed the kid in the temple.
The teen dropped like a weight tossed into a river and kept going, crashing right out the window. The impact of his body hitting the ground below rolled in with the wind.
Simone gasped. “What have you done?”
“The stupid prick knows not to question me.” Roman’s broad shoulders hunched, and his eyes darkened to beyond black. “You need to come with me.”
The words took a moment to penetrate her shocked mind. The lunatic wanted to kidnap her? “My family won’t pay a ransom.” There was no way this
He’d said she had been a nice fuck, but he needed to return to real women. Demons only.
She’d given him her virginity, and he’d given her pain. Thank God she hadn’t allowed him into her mind, or she’d be vulnerable even to the present time.
Now, a week later, she’d been appointed for life to the Coven Nine. She’d rise to the top and become powerful, relying only on herself and not on any man. She’d learned that one the hard way.
Tonight she’d even celebrate by herself, although her damn cousins were making her attend a family dinner in her honor the next night.
Her hands were full of fresh bread and produce she’d purchased from street vendors. She was so caught up in her musings, she didn’t notice the presence of others in her flat until she’d shut the door and walked halfway to the kitchen.
“Simone Brightston.” The deep voice echoed around the room.
She’d dropped the groceries, pivoting to defend herself. Two males faced her, one adult and one a teenager. Brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, both fit. “Who the hell are you?”
The kid cleared his throat. “I’m Beauregard.”
All right. The kid had bruises down the side of his face that seemed to continue into his oversized shirt. “What happened to your face?”
The kid flushed and looked away.
“You are Simone. I heard about your council appointment.” The adult looked her over. His lip twisted.
Her appointment had made news all around the world. “All right.”
He breathed out. “Vivienne Northcutt is your mother.”
Awareness tingled through the air. Something familiar and yet not really. Simone slid one foot behind the other, in case she needed to kick. “Who are you?” she asked again, wondering whether she could get to the door before he attacked. She could scream, but the Enforcers weren’t back home yet, so her breath would be wasted.
Something told her that wasting breath wouldn’t be a good idea with the male facing her.
She concentrated, trying to feel beneath his skin. Not a witch or a demon. She knew those signatures. A vampire? Possibly, but it didn’t feel quite right. “I’m not going to ask you again,” she said grimly.
He smiled then, showing long canines. “I like your grit.”
The kid seemed to relax. “Just answer his question, would you?”
Simone edged slightly toward the door. “Vivienne is my mother.”
The adult lifted his chin and inhaled, his nostrils flaring. “I can smell her on you. You are part witch.”
Simone had stilled. Part witch? “I’m all witch.”
“Is that what she told you?” the adult asked. “Where did you get the last name of Brightston?”
Her mother had said that she was a bright light in Viv’s life. It wasn’t uncommon for witches to use new first and last names for their offspring. “None of your business. Who are you?” Her knees began to tremble.
“I’m Roman. Has your mother ever mentioned me?”
Simone tensed to go for the knife in her right boot. “No. Sorry.”
He pulled out a green gun—one that shot lasers. Immortal weapons had always been eons ahead of human ones. “That’s all right. Though you’d think the fact that I impregnated her would’ve made her track me down.”
“What?” Simone asked, her gaze going to the barrel.
The kid’s eyes widened. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her.”
“Shut up.” Roman swung, much faster than Simone would’ve expected, and smashed the kid in the temple.
The teen dropped like a weight tossed into a river and kept going, crashing right out the window. The impact of his body hitting the ground below rolled in with the wind.
Simone gasped. “What have you done?”
“The stupid prick knows not to question me.” Roman’s broad shoulders hunched, and his eyes darkened to beyond black. “You need to come with me.”
The words took a moment to penetrate her shocked mind. The lunatic wanted to kidnap her? “My family won’t pay a ransom.” There was no way this
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