Sweet Ruin (52 page)

In a marveling tone, Blace said, “You’re seven thousand years old, and you have no idea how to handle this.”

“Because it’s that important!” Struggling to rein in his emotions—a blazing inferno—he turned to Allixta. “How long do I give her?”

“You’re a spy. Spy on her. You’ll know when the time is right to approach her.”

Blace said, “We’ll leave you to it, then.”

Once they’d gone, Rune rolled up his sleeve to ink a concealment spell on his arm. He flinched when confronted with the contraceptive he’d painted.

Never again. Free.

He used his other arm. Hidden from sight, Rune stalked closer to the mansion, tracking her to a room downstairs.

He uncovered wards on the main house. He swiftly added his own runes to appropriate the protections, allowing him entry. He would step in if anything went sideways. The slightest hint of danger. Task complete, he peered in the window.

She stood alone in front of the fireplace, gazing at pictures on the mantel. Her eyes were stark, her outline flickering. The tear tracks were gone, but she remained shaken.

In the span of his life, he’d been with her for the blink of an eye.

He never wanted to open his eyes and not see her face.

Josephine had flung him to some place he’d never been before, and now he knew where.

Home.

He raised his hand to the glass, needing to touch her so badly he ached.

SIXTY-EIGHT

J
o turned toward the doorway of the sitting room when MizB and Thad walked in. Woman had some years on her—but she was still the same MizB, down to the boxy glasses and the lame type of pantsuit she always wore to the library.

Jo felt a hit of . . . something.

MizB adjusted her glasses. “Is it really you, Josephine?” She stepped forward as if they were going to hug.

Jo took a step back. “It’s me.” She’d checked out all the photos of Thad, resentful of the years she’d missed. She was fresh from her limited memories of her childhood in Apparitia, fresh from reliving the death of their real mother. Guilt weighed on Jo for not staying with Thaddie.

Keep him close. Protect him.

Jo hadn’t. She hadn’t been there with him.

“You’re all grown up.” MizB’s tears welled. “And so beautiful.”

“I brought her home directly,” Thad said. “Haven’t had much of a chance to talk to her.”

“Please have a seat.” MizB moved to a fancy chair with a stiff back. Thad crossed to the nearby couch, sitting as close to her as possible.

Awkward.
Jo traced to the other end of the couch and sank down. She rubbed her nape and glanced at the window. She had the sense of being watched.

Would Thad’s ward keep out Nïx? The Valkyrie might come with a bill for all the sports cars and trees Jo had trashed. Recalling that lightened her mood a touch.

“Oh!” MizB’s eyes had widened. “You disappeared and reappeared. That’s not something you see every day.”

Jo frowned. “You had to have seen him do it.”

“The only thing I saw was him drinking from his arm.”

“Mom!”

Vampire masturbation. And MizB had just laid it out there. What an icebreaker.

Thad’s face grew so crimson he’d probably get thirsty from it. He was such a teenage boy. Despite everything, Jo had to conceal a laugh behind a cough.

His mortified expression faded when he saw her face. He started to grin. “You think that’s funny?”

She coughed again. “It’s not
un
funny.”

“I wasn’t supposed to say that?” MizB blinked behind her glasses. “I’m just learning my way around all this.”

Thad said, “It’s fine, Mom.”

MizB turned to her. “Well, tell me everything. Where did you two meet up?”

Thad looked at Jo to field this one. The Eagle Scout would have trouble lying. “Mutual acquaintances.”

“That’s so fortunate! How did you recognize each other?”

“You think I haven’t kept up with my own brother? I can tell you his freaking baseball stats.” Thanks to text-to-speech.

“Of course,” MizB quickly said. “I should’ve expected that.”

Thad leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You really can?”

Jo shrugged. “You can’t steal bases for shit.”

He gave a laughing groan. “
Tell
me about it. Hey, I bet I don’t suck so bad since I started coming into my powers. But what about you—what do you do?”

Do? Besides slowly dying, desperate to see you every day? And getting my heart broken by Rune?
“This and that.”

“Are you married?” MizB asked.

“All by my lonesome.” Jo propped her boots on the coffee table.

The woman wisely said nothing. “You never stayed with Mr. Chase?”

“Who?”

Thad shot Jo a wide-eyed look. So the Eagle Scout had told a lie after all?

Acting all casual, Jo said, “Nah, I do my own thing.”

“We’ve never even met him—he just sent us the deed to his house, writing that he was Thad’s long-lost uncle. It’s all very mysterious.” Her gazed flitted to Thad and back. “Have you unearthed any clues about where you two came from? About your parents?”

“Still sorting them out.” Jo would tell Thad about her new, raw memory in private. And find about this Chase dude. “Our folks are gone though.”

Sadness clouded Thad’s eyes. Had he been holding out hope of meeting the parents? She didn’t like to see him sad. She’d already gotten used to his easy grin, the one that said,
All is right in the world.

“Thad’s told me he could live to be very old.” MizB took a tissue from her pocket. “I’m so glad you’re back in his life. It’s such a relief that he won’t be alone after his grandmother and I are gone.”

Jo narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, being alone for years and years is not something I’d wish on
anyone
.”

“I didn’t know.” Tears welled again. “I had n-no idea.”

Thad rose and dragged a stool over beside her, patting her hand. “Mom, it’s okay.”

Clearly, Jo needed to make a not-so-graceful exit. “Look, I need to split—”

“I-I thought you’d died!” MizB cried. “I didn’t know if you’d returned to take Thad to hell or to the grave. I didn’t know this world existed!”

“I didn’t either!” Jo rose to float/pace. The room’s lights flickered eerily. “I woke up in a body bag! I thought I’d been resurrected. That I was some kind of ghost.” Which, she supposed, was not far from the truth. “Then when I came for Thaddie, you were all get-thee-gone. I’m surprised you didn’t douse me with holy water.”

MizB dabbed at her eyes behind her glasses. “You were just a little girl—I told you that the day you were shot—but I didn’t listen to my own words. I thought you weren’t Jo anymore. I thought you would’ve wanted me to protect him from
any
threat.”

Damn it, I would’ve.

“I’m the one who found your body behind the library. When I heard the gunshots, I left Thad with a colleague and ran out, but . . . there wasn’t anything left of your . . .” She cleared her throat. “I wasn’t prepared to see your face later that night. And you looked so different.”

MizB had found her? Out of habit, Jo reached for her bullet necklace. Great, she’d left it at Rune’s.

“I never would’ve let Thad go regardless,” the woman continued. “I was terrified he was in danger from whoever shot you. I feared you two had witnessed something, and the gunman might come for Thad despite his young age.”

So MizB would’ve been even more freaked out than Jo had allowed for? She slowed her pacing. All this new information screwed with her years of burning hatred. Plus, Thad had grown up so . . . good. Jo couldn’t possibly have done better with him.

Because he couldn’t possibly
be
better. “This isn’t the best time to talk. I can come back another night.”

As if she hadn’t spoken, the woman murmured, “At Mr. B’s wake, I saw you. You were at the window, sobbing in the rain as you watched Thad. I knew you were going to let him go, because I’d told you that’s what a mother would do.” Her tears started up again. “I thought you’d made the decision to pass on.”

“I
did
.”

“I mean, to the beyond.”

Jo’s patience neared its limit. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, woman. If Thad didn’t love you, I’d pop you in the face.”

Thad’s shocked gaze darted from Jo to MizB and back. “Uh, maybe we shouldn’t, um, talk to our elders like that?”

“Elders?”
Jo was about to go hysterical. The two of them were millennia old!

But MizB smiled. “You used to say that to me all the time. Do you remember?”

Jo did.

“So I’m hopeful. I can’t make up for all these years overnight. But having hope is enough for now.”

Uncomfortable silence followed.

Then MizB rose. “I’ll be right back.” She paused at the doorway. “You won’t go anywhere?”

Too tired to fight, Jo sank down on the couch again.

The woman hurried from the room.

“Thanks for covering about the uncle,” Thad murmured. “It’s a long story. I’ll give you the lowdown later.”

“I’m tanking this, kid. I’d say I’m not usually such a bitch, but it’d be a lie.”

“You’re doing awesome.” Thad didn’t seem discouraged at all, just the opposite. “Mom told me you were tough-talking and never sugar-coated things.”

“I didn’t know MizB saw my face looking like modern art.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don’t want to say anything that’s gonna hurt or embarrass you, so I think I should blaze. I was having a shit day before you and I ever mixed it up.”

“What happened?” He leaned forward. “What made you cry? Tell me about it.”

Confusion. “Like tell you . . . about my day?” Had anyone ever asked her to do this? “I broke up with my boyfriend. He’s probably my mate—I’m definitely his.”

“Is breaking up with a mate even possible?”

All things were possible in the Lore! “Yep. He couldn’t keep it in his pants. So anyway, I should—”

“Were you with him long?”

“Two weeks,” she answered. “So this isn’t the best time to dig into the past with your”—she bit out the word—“
mom
.”

“You can’t go yet. Please stay a little longer.”
No, not with the eyes.
“Please?”

Damn it!
“Fine. I’ll give this another fiver.”

“Thanks, Jo!” His face lit up as if she’d promised the world(s).

“You look like you did when I gave you that Spidey doll. Best theft I ever committed.”

“I still have it. It’s on my bookshelf.”

“No way!”
I’m with my little brother. Holy shit, we’re talking.

MizB returned, carrying a tray. “A little refreshment,” she said, setting it on the coffee table. She’d brought three steaming drinks—a cup with a tea bag and two mugs of warmed blood. She even had a bowl of hot-chocolate marshmallows. “Fresh from the blood deliveryman.”

They got delivery?

MizB looked like she was about to hurl; she must’ve heated it on the stove. So not only had the woman accepted Thad’s changes, she was adapting to them.

What wouldn’t MizB do for Thad?
We have that in common.
Two women who fiercely wanted what was best for him.

She offered Jo a mug with a weak smile. “Marshmallow, Josephine?”

Like luring a feral cat.

Jo exhaled, her anger deflating. As confident as she’d been at eleven, she hadn’t been bulletproof, not enough at least. MizB had gotten Thaddie to safety after Jo had kicked her
first
ant mound.

All the woman had ever wanted was to be a good mom. She had been.

Jo took the blood, even accepting a marshmallow to be nice. “Smells good,” she lied. Though dying of thirst, she’d been ruined for regular blood.

Still, both MizB and Thad looked overjoyed by her willingness to play ball.

For him, Jo supposed she could retract her claws every now and then.

He raised his mug. “To Jo’s homecoming.”

Better get used to the red stuff.
She forced herself to choke it down. Like drinking sludge compared to Rune’s high octane blood.

MizB said, “I guess you two didn’t need to use utensils after all.”

SIXTY-NINE

I
really appreciate the effort you made in there,” Thad said when he and Jo settled into chairs beside the pool. “I know it had to be strange.”
Roger that.
“I’ve done worse.” The three of them had talked about the old library, and some of the wackier things Thad had done as a kid. He’d laughed so hard that Jo had even chuckled. Before she knew it, she’d finished her blood, and dawn had been approaching.