Deadly Vows by Keri Arthur (Lizzie Grace #6)
English | 2020 | Urban Fantasy | ePUB | 2.9 MB
Keri Arthur, author of the New York Times bestselling Riley Jenson Guardian series, has now written more than forty novels. She’s received several nominations in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Awards and has won RT’s Career Achievement Award for urban fantasy. She lives with her daughter in Melbourne, Australia.
Evil comes in all forms … and sometimes it wears a human mask.
When the body of a newlywed is discovered on the reservation, Lizzie Grace throws herself into the investigation, needing a distraction from what she fears is coming not only for her but also Belle—her best friend and witch familiar.
But as the body count grows and a desperate race begins to track down a supernatural entity capable of powerful magic, it becomes evident another deadly game has begun—one they may not win. Because the past—and the man—they ran from thirteen years ago has finally caught up with them. And he’s out for revenge…
Belle’s snort echoed so loudly down the mental lines that I winced. He is persistent, isn’t he?
You’ve only yourself to blame. You did go to that premiere with him.
And I have absolutely no regrets—it was a brilliant night, and he was, for once, most charming company. Shame he reverted to his usual annoying self the next day.
“Do I want to know what she’s currently saying?” he asked, amusement twitching his lips.
Say anything, and you die, Belle said.
I grinned and risked death. “She called you extremely annoying, but I reckon if you were to get premiere tickets for the latest incarnation of Evita, she’ll get over that opinion real quick.”
I’d normally threaten to kill you right now, but you speak nothing but the truth.
Of course I did. I was privy to her thoughts, after all, and knew she liked Monty far more than she was willing to admit.
“I expect dinner to be included in the deal, given how hard those tickets are to get,” Monty said.
If he gets tickets to the premiere, dinner will be on me. Fair’s fair, even when it comes to Monty.
I passed this on and he grinned. “Challenge accepted. Now, can we get back to the business at hand? Because, seriously, we have no idea how long we actually have before Clayton appears, and if it’s tomorrow, you’re in trouble.”
I was in trouble anyway, and we all knew it—especially if my father decided to accompany Clayton. We’d had no word that he’d left Canberra, but that didn’t mean anything. Not when he had the means and the power to stop any unwanted attention.
I tried the spell again. The result was exactly the same.
Perhaps, Belle said, the problem is the teaching method.
Her laugh echoed through my thoughts. No. I meant the formality of the spell. What you’re both forgetting is that we’ve spent the last twelve years reorganizing various spells to suit ourselves. Why would this be any different?
I repeated her comment for Monty’s sake, and his eyebrows rose. “You know, that’s a possibility I hadn’t considered. And while I don’t usually condone stuffing about with the semantics of spells, it’s definitely worth trying in this case.”
Any other suggestions, Belle?
She hesitated. What you’re trying to do is cloak the wild magic’s output by putting an internal barrier between it, your own natural magic, and the world in general. So perhaps imagine that from the get-go rather than trying to drag the shield inside after formation.