Moonlight Burns: (Urban Fantasy) (Daughters of Hecate Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 2 - Maia

  Chapter 3 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 4 ~ Maia

  Chapter 5 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 6 ~ Maia

  Chapter 7 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 8 ~ Maia

  Chapter 9 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 10 ~ Maia

  Chapter 11 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 12 ~ Maia

  Chapter 13 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 14 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 15 ~ Maia

  Chapter 16 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 17 ~ Maia

  Chapter 18 ~ Ophelia

  Chapter 19 ~ Maia

  Epilogue ~ Ophelia

  Moonlight Burns

  Daughters of Hecate ~ Book 2

  Meredith Medina

  Copyright © 2017 by Meredith Medina

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  1. Chapter 1 ~ Ophelia

  2. Chapter 2 - Maia

  3. Chapter 3 ~ Ophelia

  4. Chapter 4 ~ Maia

  5. Chapter 5 ~ Ophelia

  6. Chapter 6 ~ Maia

  7. Chapter 7 ~ Ophelia

  8. Chapter 8 ~ Maia

  9. Chapter 9 ~ Ophelia

  10. Chapter 10 ~ Maia

  11. Chapter 11 ~ Ophelia

  12. Chapter 12 ~ Maia

  13. Chapter 13 ~ Ophelia

  14. Chapter 14 ~ Ophelia

  15. Chapter 15 ~ Maia

  16. Chapter 16 ~ Ophelia

  17. Chapter 17 ~ Maia

  18. Chapter 18 ~ Ophelia

  19. Chapter 19 ~ Maia

  20. Epilogue ~ Ophelia

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  Chapter 1 ~ Ophelia

  This may come as a shock, but I’ve discovered recently that I am really, really shitty at comforting people when things go sideways.

  I mean, it’s not entirely my fault. Over the last 330-ish years, it’s been in my best interest to keep people at arm’s length (or farther). No friends means not having to lie to anyone about what I was or what I did with my weekends. Spoiler alert: not much.

  Unfortunately, for me, I’d dropped my guard and allowed myself to make a friend… or maybe she just browbeat me into it. And now that friend was sitting on my couch wailing into a pillow at 2am on All Souls Day because she’d just realized that being a vampire meant no more sunbathing. Which meant no more drunken girls’ weekends in Miami, which also meant no more trips to visit her favorite princesses, which brought us to our current state of soggy affairs.

  “Lacey, I’m sorry. Can you please stop crying? Just for a second? It’s not all horrible.” I was trying not to sound exasperated, but it really was. She might be off the hook, but I had to go to work in a few hours.

  Lacey lifted her face from the pillow long enough to fix me with a watery glare.

  “Not all horrible?” she mimicked me, terribly I might add. “I’m a horror movie character! I’m an English Literature footnote!” Her eyes widened briefly. “Wait. Does this mean I’ll never turn 30? Wait. Does this means I can’t cut my hair or get tattoos?” Lacey was bordering on panic again and I’m clearly also ill-equipped to deal with panic attacks.

  “I… I am definitely not the person to ask about that shit, Lace,” I sighed. I mean, I knew a little about Laudans, but not everything. Where the fuck was Eli anyway?

  “If you’re not qualified to answer my questions then why am I even here?” Lacey’s voice was getting higher and higher pitched with every word and I was starting to lose my patience. “I just want to go home…” She burst into tears and buried her face into the pillow again.

  I groaned and flung myself into a chair. Suki jumped into my lap and settled herself on my legs. It was way past her bedtime and she was almost as cranky about it as I was.

  This had been going on for hours and I was exhausted. After everything that had happened tonight, all I wanted to do was sleep. I’d been an idiot and neglected to book the day after Halloween off. If I’d known that I was going to be witness to a culling of rogue Laudan, and then facing off against a vengeful goddess who had been possessing my best friend’s body for the last month, I’d have planned accordingly.

  Halloween Hangover Espresso Day was always a big day for Haven, and I knew that when I opened the coffee shop door at 6am there would be a lineup of shoeless princesses, sexy cops and firefighters of both genders to mix with the everyday corporate zombies.

  It was becoming clear that I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. “Lacey,” I said with a sigh of resignation, “If I take you back to your apartment will you stop this nonsense? Crying isn’t going to fix anything.”

  Lacey lifted her face from the pillow and stared at me with her wide dark eyes, “Do you mean it?” she asked, wiping at her cheeks.

  “Of course. I’m clearly not going to get any sleep anyway, so we might as well walk instead of moping around here.”

  “But, Fee, it’s after midnight… is it safe?”

  I laughed, louder than I’d intended and Lacey looked mildly wounded. “Lacey… are you kidding me?” I lifted my hand and let my magic surge into my palm. A glowing ball of faintly purple mist and fire pulsed there for a moment before I pursed my lips and blew it away. It would be silly to say that I’d felt a little different in the last few hours… but I did. Maybe being the last Daughter, or just knowing that I was the last one, had boosted my powers. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to hold myself back anymore.

  “Oh,” Lacey’s voice was small as she remembered what I had told her. She flinched suddenly and I knew from the look on her face that she had run her tongue over her newly sharpened fangs. It would take her some time to get used to them. Shit. It was going to take me some time to get used to them.

  “So. Whaddya say? Think we’ll be safe out there with all the freaks that come out after midnight?’” I set a whining Suki down on the floor and held out my hand.

  Lacey looked at it for a moment, weighing her options, and then she nodded and put her small hand in mine. “Yeah, okay.”

  My hair still smelled like smoke and the oily boathouse water I’d dragged myself and Lacey’s limp corpse out of only a few hours ago, but I’d have to wait a few more hours before I could fix that with a really long, really hot bath.

  I was mildly comforted by the fact that Lacey also looked and smelled like hell, but at least people we passed would assume that we’d just gone really authentic with our costumes this year. As we made our way through the streets toward her apartment Lacey was strangely silent. Then again, I’d never known Lacey to be silent for any amount of time, so any length of quiet seemed odd and out of character.

  I might also have been projecting some of my own anxiety onto the situation, but you can’t blame me for that, everything was a little fucked up.

  In the short time it had been since Lacey had inserted herself into my life, I had never really stopped to wonder why she had latched on to me so tightly. Was it her? Or had it been the goddess who had possessed her that was calling the shots? Now that Lacey had her life back, would she ditch me?

  I mean. Not that it mattered. I’d been alone for years, centuries actually, and I’d been just fine. If this had happened a hundred years ago, would I have just let her die in puddle in front of a burning warehouse?

  Maybe.

  O
r maybe I was just getting selfish in my old age… I looked over at Lacey, her skin pale and eerie under the orange of the streetlights, and I wondered if she was angry with me.

  Sure, I’d saver her life, freed her from the goddess’ power, but what had all of that been traded for? A totally different kind of slavery? Maybe.

  I’d wondered for years if I was the last of the Daughters of Hecate, but now I knew the truth; the goddess had confirmed it. Somehow, after 330 years, the thought of being alone stung more than it used to.

  “So, are you going to say anything?” I said finally, tired of the sound of our boots crunching on the sidewalk. It wasn’t quiet, and we weren’t alone, but the silence between us was heavy.

  Lacey opened her mouth to say something just as an ambulance screamed by us, sirens wailing at a deafening volume. I always felt horrible for EMT’s on nights like this. It seemed like some people just used Halloween as an excuse to act like idiots. I hoped the new window at Haven had survived. Last year the shop had been egged. It wasn’t anything serious, but I can safely say without a drop of irony that if you’ve never cleaned dried egg yolk and silly string off a plate glass window, you really haven’t lived a full life. Also, whoever invented silly string should be hung with it.

  “I don’t have my keys…” Lacey looked lost, realizing for the first time that she didn’t have anything except the clothes she was wearing. No purse, no backpack… nothing. The goddess hadn’t needed any of that crap; she had a mission that didn’t involve Lacey.

  “Right,” I said begrudgingly. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.” I hoped that my tone was reassuring, but Lacey’s face didn’t give me any clue that she felt any better about anything that was going on.

  Her apartment building was close now, and I remembered running this way with choking smoke in my nostrils and panic in my throat, but I shook off the feeling of foreboding that was starting to creep over my shoulders. I couldn’t imagine how Lacey was feeling.

  “The last thing I remember was coming home from work...” her voice trailed away and I put my hand on her shoulder gently.

  “Lace… that was on Saturday.”

  She nodded and looked at her apartment door, staring at our reflections in the glass.

  “I missed Halloween,” she said quietly.

  “I dunno, it felt a bit like a horror movie...” I shut my mouth as Lacey’s shoulders slumped. Too soon. Shit. I have the worst timing. “Come on, Lace... let’s go in.” I looked around quickly, making sure that no one was watching. I paused a second longer, making sure that no one was pretending not to watch. Then again, it wasn’t as though there was anyone left to follow us anyway. Eli and the Laudan had made short work of the Blood Outlaws, the rogue vampire punks hadn’t stood a chance against their elders, but thankfully, like most teenagers, they wouldn’t have listened to anyone who had tried to warn them of the danger they were in. Instant gratification junkies in life who rushed headlong into trouble in the afterlife.

  Simple. Stupid.

  Dead twice.

  Not my problem anymore.

  I cleared my throat and reached out for the deadbolt. I didn’t bother pretending I had any keys in my hand for once, and I wondered if I had been jangling those useless things all these years just to make myself feel better about the fact that I didn’t need them. No one else seemed to notice.

  A thin stream of purple mist wound its way from my fingertip into the lock and the door popped open with a thick chunk that echoed into the lobby.

  Lacey’s eyes were wide, but she pushed the door open the rest of the way and stumbled into the lobby. I followed her closely, casting one final look over my shoulder at the nearly empty street behind us as the door swung shut with a familiarly metallic clang.

  “Have you done that before?” Lacey asked quietly, her eyes on the worn carpet.

  I pointed at the fichus I’d hidden behind while the Malleus had stood by the door. A few of the leaves were scorched where I’d brushed against them. I’d obviously been more afraid than I’d been able to admit, even to myself. “Yeah, I was being chased... I had to get somewhere safe. But it didn’t work out the way I’d planned.”

  “No shit, this was definitely not how I wanted to spend my favorite night of the year,” Lacey’s voice held just a hint of bitterness. I couldn’t blame her; even if she didn’t remember half of it; she’d been through some shit.

  I grabbed her hand and smiled reassuringly, “Maybe next year you can just come to my place and we’ll watch Dick Van Dyke reruns,” I said.

  Lacey smiled weakly but didn’t return my smile, but she did squeeze my hand. That was something at least. Maybe I hadn’t fucked everything up after all.

  “Come on. Let’s go get your toothbrush,” I said, jerking my chin toward the stairs that led up to her floor.

  I let Lacey lead the way, remembering the little boy who had crashed past me in his firefighter’s uniform. His tired looking mother who had carried everything, as women always seemed to do whether they knew it or not.

  We climbed the stairs in silence. The silence was going to kill me before any goddess cursed witchfinder could. I knew that for sure.

  The door to Apartment 12 was open. Not much, but wide enough that if you’d come home from work or getting groceries to see it that a cold sweat and a sick heaviness would settle in your stomach.

  Lacey paused, her fingertips on the dark brown painted wood, and I knew that she was feeling exactly that same grossness right now. I swallowed thickly and reached over her shoulder to push the door open. “Come on, Lace,” I muttered, pulling her inside.

  Oh, shit.

  The apartment looked exactly as I remembered it.

  Completely fucked up.

  Lacey stumbled beside me, crashing into my shoulder and pushing me off balance. Her hand flew to her mouth, but not in time to smother her gasp of horror. “What… what happened in here?”

  There was no way to break this to her gently, so I just took a deep breath and started talking.

  “Well, from what you told me about your attempts at conjuring, it sounds like you lucked out and pronounced something right or used just the right combination of ingredients…”

  “Lucked out?” Lacey’s voice was strangled.

  “Well, maybe luck isn’t the right word, but whatever you did, you did it right, and you called something you didn’t expect. And you didn’t just conjure anyone, Lace. You drew down Nyx, the Goddess of Night… and she wasn’t super happy about it,” I was trying to keep my voice light, but from the look on Lacey’s face, I was doing a shit job of it.

  “A goddess?” Lacey’s eyes were wide as she stared at the ruin of her apartment.

  “Yeahhh… I know, it sounds really insane, but she possessed your body and used you to get close to me. She almost killed me, Lace. She almost killed both of us.”

  “I… I don’t know what to say… I mean, I don’t remember any of that.” Lacey sounded confused, which was normal. This was a lot to take in, and it was all crazy.

  “It’s okay, I’m sure you don’t remember much of what went on, when she was in the driver’s seat…”

  “I get it,” Lacey said quietly, “I wasn’t always in charge.” She walked into the apartment and tried the light switch. The light above her head fizzled and then snapped, exploding in a shower of sparks.

  “Goddess of Night,” I said unnecessarily. Lacey grimaced and I turned on the flashlight on my phone to illuminate a little more of the goddess’ handiwork. I cringed as Lacey reached out to grasp a strip of ruined wallpaper and peeled it off the wall.

  “So much for my damage deposit,” she muttered sadly. I didn’t say anything, every time I opened my mouth something that was entirely helpful came out. If it had been anyone but Lacey, I might not have shown the same amount of restraint, but she’d been through a lot in the last month. No need to make things worse than they already were.

  Lacey was standing in the middle of the small living room staring do
wn at the remains of what could only have been a small fire. The strip of wallpaper in her hand fluttered against her leg briefly before she dropped it to the destroyed carpet.

  Without warning, Lacey turned and flung herself into my arms.

  “Thank you,” she said against my chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

  “For what?” As soon as I said it, I gritted my teeth and groaned inwardly, I knew what she was thanking me for, damn these instant reaction statements.

  “You saved my life. You saved me from that… whatever she was.” Lacey’s words were muffled against my jacket, and I smiled briefly before giving her a brief squeeze in return.

  “Oh, come on…” I began.

  “Don’t say it’s not a big deal, Fee. I know it was. I can’t imagine what would have happened to me if you hadn’t done whatever it was you did…”

  I may have left the part about killing her to banish the goddess. And the part where I demanded that Bishop turn her into a Laudan. Okay, I may have left out a lot of little details. But none of that information was going to help her move on, and right now, that’s what was best for her.

  I extricated myself from Lacey’s embrace and looked around the room, swiping my fingers over the burnt couch cushions meaningfully. “So, what do you think, do you want to stay here?”

  Lacey shook her head vehemently. “Heck no.”

  “That’s what I thought. Grab your toothbrush and let’s get the hell out of here, you can crash with me until we get things figured out, okay?”

  Wait… was I really inviting Lacey to stay with me? Had I swallowed too much seawater? Lacey’s toothbrush and a few articles of undamaged clothing were shoved into a lightly scorched backpack along with her phone and wallet. She eyed her keys carefully before leaving them on the kitchen counter.