Keri Arthur - Darkness Hunts

I need to speak to a ghost.

Adeline Greenfield paused in the middle of pouring tea into her expensive china cups and looked at me.

I was under the impression you already could. Her voice, like her appearance, was unremarkable. With her short gray hair, lined face, and generous curves, she reminded me of the grandmotherly types often seen on TV sitcoms. It was only her blue eyesor rather, only the power that glowed within themthat gave the game away. Adeline Greenfield was a witch, a very powerful and successful one.

No. I mean, I can hear them, and sometimes I can see them, but they dont seem to hear or acknowledge me. I grimaced. I thought if I was on the same plane as they areif I astral-traveled to themit might help.

Possibly. She set the teapot down and frowned. But didnt you help relocate a ghost that was causing all sorts of mischief at the Brindle?

The Brindle was the witch depository located here in Melbourne, and it held within its walls centuries of knowledge, spells, and other witch-related paraphernalia. Yes, but it wasnt really a ghost. It was actually a mischievous soul who was undecided about moving on.

Souls are usually incapable of interaction with this world.

Yes, but the Brindle is a place of power, and that gave her the ability.

She nodded sagely. It is still odd that you cannot speak to them the same way as your mother, because Im sure she said you had the skill.

I raised my eyebrows. You knew Mom?

She smiled. Those of us truly capable of hearing the dead are few and far between, so yes, I knew her. We had lunch occasionally.

That was something I hadnt known. But then, there was probably a whole lot of stuff Id never known about my motherand never would, given shed been murdered. Grief swirled, briefly touching my voice as I said, Well, no matter what she may have believed, the dead wont speak to me.

Ghosts can be vexing creatures, she agreed. And they often have no desire to acknowledge their death.

So how is ignoring me helping them disregard the fact that theyre dead?

She placed a couple of sugars in each cup, then gently stirred the tea. Were talking about the dead here. Their minds are not what they once were, especially those who have been murdered.

I didnt say hed been murdered.

You didnt have to. Trouble, my dear, darkens your steps, and its not such a leap to think that if you want to speak to a ghost, its because he died before his time. Otherwise, your reaper would have been able to find out whatever you needed. She handed me a cup of tea, then glanced over my right shoulder. I would prefer it, by the way, if youd just show yourself. Its impolite to skulk on the edges of the gray fields like that.

Heat shimmered across my skin as Azriel appeared. Of course, he wasnt strictly a reaper, as they were soul guides. He was something much moreor, if you believed him, something much lessand that was a Mijai, a dark angel who hunted and killed the things that broke free from hell.

But what he hunted now wasnt an escapee demon, daemon, or even a spiritalthough we certainly had been hunting one of those. Wed gotten it, too, but not before the fucking thing had almost killed me. Which was why I was moving like an old woman right noweverything still hurt. I might be half werewolf, but fast healing was one of the gifts I hadnt inherited enough of. In fact, I couldnt shift into wolf shape at all, and the full moon held no sway over me.

Of course, I could heal myself via my Aedh heritage, but shifting in and out of Aedh form required energy, and I didnt have enough of that, either.

Thats better, Adeline said, satisfaction in her voice. Now, would you like a cup of tea, young man?

No, thank you.

There was a hint of amusement in Azriels mellow tones, and it played through my being like the caress of gentle fingers. Longing shivered through me.

Adeline picked up her own cup, a frown once again marring her homely features. Why do you wear a sword, reaper? There is no threat in this house.

No, there is not, he agreed.

When it became obvious he didnt intend to say anything else, Adeline turned her expectant gaze to me.

He wears a sword because hes helping me hunt down some I hesitated. For safetys sake I couldnt tell her everything, yet I couldnt not explain, either. Not if I wanted her help. rogue priests who seek the keys to the gates of heaven and hell so they can permanently close them.nd close

That raised her eyebrows. Why on earth would anyone want that?

Because theyre not of earth. They were Aedh, energy beings who lived on the gray fieldsthe area that divided earth from heaven and hell. Or the light and dark portals, as the reapers tended to say. While the reaper community had flourished, the Aedh had not. Theyd all but died out, and only the Raziqa breakaway group of priestswere left in any great numbers. And theyve decided it would be easier to permanently shut the gates to all souls than to keep guarding against the occasional demon breakout.

She frowned. But that would mean no soul could move on and be reborn.

Yes, but they dont care about that. They just see the bigger picture.

But surely the number of demons who break out of hell is minor when compared to the chaos that closing the gates permanently would cause.

As I said, I dont think the priests care. Not about the human race in general, and certainly not about babies being born without souls and ending up as little more than inanimate lumps of flesh. They just want their life of servitude to the gates ended.

Which is how Id gotten involved in this whole mess in the first place. The Raziq had developed three keys that would permanently open or close the gates. The only trouble was, my father, who was one of the Raziq responsible for making the keys, had not only stolen the keys but had arranged to have them hiddenso well that even he knew only a general location. And as he could no longer take on flesh form, he now needed me to do his footwork, since only someone of his bloodline could detect the hidden keys.

In fact, everyone needed methe Raziq, the reapers, the high vampire council. And all of them wanted the keys for very different reasons.

Adeline said, And this is why you wish to speak so urgently to this ghost? He knows of the keys?

I hesitated. No. But he might have some information about a dark sorcerer who could be tied up in all this mess. We questioned our ghost when he was alive, but someone very powerful had blocked sections of his memories. Were hoping death might have removed those blocks.

Its a rather vague hope.

Which is still better than no hope. I took a sip of tea, then shuddered at the almost bitter taste and put the cup down. Tea had never been a favorite beverage of mine.

When do you wish to start? Adeline asked.

Now, if possible.

She frowned again. Your energy levels feel extremely low. Its generally not considered a wise

Adeline, I interrupted softly, I may not get another chance to do this.

Mainly because Id been ordered by my father to retrieve a note from Southern Cross Station later this morning, and who the hell knew what would happen after that? But if past retrievals were any indication, then hell was likely to break looseat least metap be least hysically speaking, if not physically.

She studied me for several minutes, then said, If you insist, then I must help you, even if it is against my better judgment.