Today’s excerpt comes from Night Seeker.
Series Page link: Indigo Court
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“Family memories. If you see any pictures . . . for Rhiannon . . . like that one . . .”
He nodded, taking the picture off the wall, and then began to hunt through the sideboard on the opposite side of the room. After a while, he moved out into the next room.
I turned back to the desk and yanked open one of the drawers that had remained untouched. And there, I saw my first sign of hope. Aunt Heather’s journal, containing her magical notes, intact with the map that showed the Veil House as a major power juncture on several crisscrossing ley lines.
I pulled out the journal. It was cold in my hand, slightly damp, but unharmed. Shoving it in my bag, I shuffled through the rest of the drawer. The bank book, an envelope of cash— of course, the Shadow Hunters would have left these things. Myst’s people had no use for money, but we could use it.
After a quick look- see, I just swept everything into the bag and then glanced at the piles on the floor surrounding the other upended drawers. Not much had been left intact, but there— a ring of keys. Not sure what they went to, I added them to the bag.
Lannan had vanished, but after a moment he reappeared, carrying a large bag stuffed full of plastic bags and jars. “I found your herb stash. Thought these might be useful.”
I nodded, fishing through them. Some of these I could use. Some had been healing herbs that Leo had used to make healing salves. Leo. “Crap.”
“What’s wrong?” Lannan was on instant alert, darting a look over his shoulder at the door. “Do you sense something?”
“No. I was just thinking about Leo and how he fucked us over.” I pressed my lips together and glanced up into Lannan’s eyes. A mistake— you should never stare at a vampire directly— but I didn’t care.
Lannan’s eyes were the center of the abyss, cold and unfeeling. “Leo made his choice. I told you that Geoffrey was not to be trusted.” He hefted the bag over one shoulder.