Lauren Dane - Heart of Darkness

This one is for Linda Sue

who always puts her family before herself.

Love you, Momma.

I want to thank Laura Bradford for knowing how much I wanted this and going way above and beyond to help make it into a reality.

Thanks also goes to Leis Pederson, whose edits always make me a better writer.

To my husband, who makes my heart beat faster and brings me home Thai food just because I love you!

And to all the people who have supported me with so many kindnesses thank you. Thank you for buying my books, for talking about them, for the notes you send and for coming to see me at events. It means so very much!

And for a moment it seemed to me as if I also were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets. I felt an intolerable weight oppressing my breast, the smell of the damp earth, the unseen presence of victorious corruption, the darkness of an impenetrable night.

JOSEPH CONRAD, HEART OF DARKNESS

MERIEL sat, taking notes as her mother spoke from the head of the table. The pale, late autumn light spilled through the windows of the seemingly normal conference room, casting shadows on the far wall. The tastefully expensive clock and nondescript black-and-white framed photos made the space look like a law firm instead of the headquarters of a witches clan. A boring, non-offensive space that seemed to lack any point of view at all. This was most likely a deliberate choice, but Meriel thought pretending not to have a POV when you were someone as opinionated as Edwina Owen was absurd. But it wasnt her place to make decorating choices. Not yet anyway.

So she sat in a moderately comfortable chair around an intentionally imposing table with the same fifteen people shed spent her days with for as long as she could remember. How sucky was it that it was days like this that made her wish for law school again? What sort of whackadoo actually missed law school? But in law school when she excelled, it was without the context she carried in her life here. The next in line. The princess. Magickal royalty. Blah. There, shed just been another overachiever struggling with the realities of being in a room full of people just as smart, and in many cases, smarter, than she was. That sort of bumpy ride had been a novelty.

But this was her future and she took it seriously even if she had a stack of other things to do at the moment. Meriel really didnt have the time for this assignment, but Clan Owens investigator, who also happened to be Meriels best friend, Nell, was still out on her honeymoon and wouldnt be back for another few days.

Really, Gage, who was Nells second-in-command, would be a fine substitute. But as far as Edwina Owen was concerned, as the next in line to run Clan Owen, Meriel was expected to pick up the slack when necessary. Rather like working in the mail room or running the copiers, it trained in the overall running of the clan.

Whatever, at least shed get out of her house for the evening instead of sitting around reading legal briefs or ordering a movie on demand and eating too many spring rolls. Mmmm, spring rolls

The lull in sound meant her mother probably expected an answer and it was time to pay attention instead of thinking about fried carby goodness.

She sat, back straight, and met her mothers eyes. I have the file. Nell briefed me before she left. Ill head to the club tonight to see for myself whats going on. She continued to hold her mothers gaze. It wouldnt do to show Edwina Owen, the leader of Clan Owen, any weakness. Some predators ate their babies, Meriel knew. Shed actually said that to her mother once. Her mother had replied, Then you should never give me a reason to do that. Not really warm and fuzzy, Meriels mother.

Take Gage with you. It wasnt a request. Very little of what Edwina said ever was. In this case, as was most often the fact, she was right. It wasnt like Meriel was unused to having guards with her. She wasnt helpless, but she had no problem having an expert on the job with her.

Ill be picking Meriel up this evening at ten, Gage spoke from his place near the door.

Edwina looked very pleased the whole world was following her command and Meriel fought the smile edging the corners of her mouth.

Excellent. Brief me in the morning then. Edwina dismissed her with the flick of her fingers. Meriel gladly took her up on it and got out of the room as quickly as possible.

She scares me, Gage said as she passed him in the hall on her way to her office. She totally did not look at his butt or the way the denim was faded in all the right places. That would be wrong. Heh.

Meriel, who was not having nasty fantasies about a coworker, tried to emanate total professionalism for about five seconds before she simply rolled her eyes. Whatever. She wants you to be scared, she likes it. Gets off on it even. Some men like that. My dad for instance and I dont know why I brought that up because, um, ew. She shook her head to dislodge that thought. Oh yeah, Gages ass. She smiled at that much more appetizing mental image. Ill see you tonight then? So you can protect my honor and stuff?

He grinned. Your stuff is awesome and Im sure you can protect it yourself. But yes, Ill be there with bells on. Or not with bells, that would be noisy and annoying, but Ill be there. He sauntered off and she snuck one last peek at his ass. She wasnt a saint after all. It was a spectacular ass and, like any great work of art, should be admired. It was her sacred duty as an American. And stuff.

EFFICIENTLY, she made her way through the office to her side of the building. Clan Owens headquarters took up the entire thirtieth floor of a high-rise in downtown Seattle. They were much like any other business, with a secretarial pool, legal department, accountants, sales reps even. Only their employees were all witches.

Twelve generations of Owen women had run the clan. The first Owen witches came to California in 1847. Theyd come a long way from the dry-goods stores and illegal booze operations that had given them their first financial roots in the region. Now, the clan was a multimillion-dollar business and an unquestioned powerhouse in the world of witches.

Like every firstborn daughter of the leader of Clan Owen, from birth, Meriel had been shaped to lead. Taught, formed, molded into the kind of witch, the kind of woman who could hold the clan together and keep it prosperous and powerful for the next generations.

Edwina had not been the kind of mother to kiss boo-boos and bake cookies. Shed raised Meriel to be hard and canny. Meriel liked to believe she got the canny part without the hard.

And one day shed kiss boo-boos and bake cookies and still manage to run the clan just fine.

She stopped by her assistants desk, picked up mail and messages and closed her door, and the rest of the office out.

The day was nice enough and she let it pull her attention from work for a moment to take in the beauty of the water glittering in the sun, of the ferries dotting the Sound.

With a happy sigh, she kicked off her shoes and opened the file folder on her desk the dossier on the man shed be speaking to that evening.

This man had just appeared in Seattle and had set up a nightclub in the middle of Owen territory. For months it appeared he only ran the club for humans, which is why they didnt notice him at first.

She didnt know exactly when hed opened up the part of the club for others, but hed been using magick from Clan Owens font to power some wards for a few months and it had just been noticed two weeks before.

One, it agitated her that it took so long to be discovered.