Melissa Marr - Carnival of Souls

THE MANWITCHWHOD summoned Selah was nothing like what shed expected. In truth, he looked no different than many daimons shed met: implacable expression and a musculature that would serve him well in one of Marchosias fighting competitions. It was only his eerie blue-and-gold witch eyes that revealed his true nature and those eyes were fixed on her.

Selah uncovered the face of the still-sleeping child in her arms. A tiny stone pendant was woven to the edge of the blanket that shed wrapped around her baby when theyd fled. When shed become pregnant, shed sold most everything she had to procure the stone for her child. The rest of her coin shed used for this audience.

She stared into the eyes of the witch who stood before her as she admitted, Stoneleigh said you might help.

Sudden displeasure on his face made her pause, but shed come too far to hesitate now. I am not ruling class, but Ill find a way to pay. Information. Pleasure. Blood. Ill do whatever you want if you protect my daughter.

Marchosias is her sire? You swear on it?

I do. Even if she wanted to lie, she couldnt: she was a daimon held in a witchs summoning circle. Adam was one of the oldest witches; hed been one of the witch children who escaped several centuries ago when the wars ended. He could probably compel her without a circle, but hed been given her name to summon her into his world and into a binding circle at her request.

Adam continued to watch her with his unnatural witchs eyes, and Selah couldnt decide if bowing her head submissively or holding his gaze was wiser. Witches might look like daimons, but they were a different species, tolerated in her world only if they were weak or under Marchosias control. Here in the human world they might hide from the other mortal creatures, but every daimon knew that they were terrifyingly powerful. She opted for kneeling and holding his gaze.

Whats her name?

Mallory, Selah whispered.

Swear that Mallory is given freely into my care, that if I accept your offer you will obey me in all things. Adam paused and stepped as close to the circle as he could without breaking it. Swear that you will accept death before endangering her or me.

Selahs arms tightened around her daughter. Bound by this circle and my vow, I so swear.

He nodded. Your bargain is accepted.

At his word of acceptance, the tension that had grown during pregnancy and intensified in the first few weeks of her daughters life abated. Marchosias would have killed her when her daughter was born if hed known she was seeking the aid of a witch, but the risk had been worth it. Now, at least, she could stay in Mallorys life for as long as the witch allowed it.

Selah had traded one cage for another. The difference was that this cage would allow her daughter to survive. In the two centuries Selah had lived, every one of Marchosias heirs had died before they reached adulthood. When hed chosen her that unlucky day in the Carnival of Souls, shed prayed that it was only for pleasure, not for breeding. Briefly, she glanced at her still-sleeping daughter. Now that shed given birth, Selah could only pray that her child would live. That meant leaving The City; it meant leaving the only world shed known and coming here where witches and humans lived.

Adam spoke again, drawing her gaze to him. Im guessing Evelyn already expects us if she sent you to me.

Expects us?

To arrive at her office. Even Marchosias cant send anyone to retrieve you or the child if were wed. The Witches Council wont allow it. He lifted one hand and swept it to the side, dropping the circle that had contained her. Mallory is mine now. No one not even you will have authority over her before me. I can hide what she is, protect her here, until she is eighteen. You are welcome to stay if its in her best interest, but if your presence ever threatens her safety, you will leave.

He reached out, and for a moment Selah thought he was going to help her to her feet. Instead, he took Mallory. With her daughter in his arms, he walked away, leaving her kneeling in the now-defunct daimon circle, hoping that she hadnt entered into a bargain worse than the one she was escaping.

Almost seventeen years later

MALLORY HAD AN HOUR to herself after school before she had to be at practice, so shed ducked into the only independent coffee shop in Smithfield for some overpriced, oversweetened coffee. Admittedly, shed spent more of the hour thinking about Kaleb than doing her homework, but AP Physics wasnt nearly as interesting as the first boy shed felt at ease around. Shed even told him the names of a couple of the towns where shed lived over the years and talked about her family. And the moment shed done that, shed realized she needed to stay away from him. Anyone who made her let her guard down that much was dangerous.

As she returned her empty mug to the counter, she looked out the large front window and saw Kaleb standing across the street from Java Junkies as if shed conjured him with her thoughts. Admittedly, Smithfield was a tiny town, so she bumped into Kaleb every time he was home from school, which seemed to be a lot lately. Still, Mallory felt the same warm flush of excitement she did every time she saw him and then quashed it.

Bad idea. Very, very bad.

She lowered her gaze, suddenly finding the words painted on the door fascinating, and stepped onto the sidewalk with her eyes still downcast. She should be scanning the area for danger, but all she wanted to do was look at Kaleb. She stole a glance at him and debated going over to at least say hello. Nothing could come of it. She knew it but she couldnt bring herself to tell him that. It was foolishness, but she wanted something to come of it. Shed never felt so instantly at ease or so embarrassingly attracted to anyone. Telling him to go away wasnt something she could bring herself to do despite how inevitable it was. Instead, she walked away, forcing herself not to look at him. She let her gaze wander over the flowers in planters along the street, the man in the rumpled suit playing his cello for change, the debris that accumulated in gutters anything but the boy who had occupied all of her free thoughts the past month.

She hadnt gone more than a few steps when Kaleb caught up with her. Are you ignoring me?

No, she lied.

His voice always made her want to shiver. Kalebs voice was like dark chocolate, so rich that she felt strangely sinful listening to him talk about the most mundane things. She resisted the temptation to close her eyes.

He stepped closer to her. So you didnt just see me and walk away?

Maybe, Mallory half admitted.

If she needed to, she could put him on the ground, but Kaleb wasnt an enemy. He was just a guy. She stole another glance at him. Just a guy? He was six feet of lean muscle, perpetually unruly hair, and eyes that were too dark to be called brown. To add to his allure, he had a ferocity to him that slipped out when he looked around the street. Hed only ever been sweet to her, but he had an attitude that hinted at an ability to wade into trouble; it gave her a foolish hope that he could handle the world she knew, even as logic warned her that she was clinging to illusions.

Until shed met Kaleb, shed actually worried that something was wrong with her. Her classmates had started talking about boys or girls a few years ago, but she was almost seventeen and, until the past month, shed never had the sort of reactions they all talked about. The forget-your-name nervousness, the racing heart, the why-did-I-say-