The Vampire Queen, A Young Adult Paranormal Romance. Veronica Shade
here,” he says from behind me. When I whirl toward him, he adds, “She went out. But maybe I can help. Name’s Finn.”
“Esme never leaves here,” I reply, challenging him.
“It was an emergency. She said she had to find someone and asked to me watch the shop.”
“Find who?” I step closer. “Why would she have you w'atch the shop? I’ve never even seen you before.”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Like hell.” My insides twist. I don’t have time to hunt Esme down, but she’s the only one who can help with the transformation spell, seeing as how I’ve never actually done one before. “Look, I need to find her. It’s an emergency. Lives are at risk.”
Finn’s eyes widen. “That’s what Esme said when she left.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I brush past him, then pause in the doorway. “Listen, when she gets back, tell her Hadley was looking for her, okay?”
Instead of responding, he grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “You’re Hadley?”
“Yes. And I really need to talk to Esme. I have maybe forty-minutes left before one of my friends dies, and she’s the only one who can help me. So, if you’ll excuse me.”
I try to break free of his grip, but lie’s still holding my arm. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out why I told a stranger about my situation. It’s as if the words left my lips without permission.
This time, I'm more direct. "Let go of me," I insist, tugging harder to free myself.
“I’m sorry,” he says, releasing my arm. “It’s you. You’re the one Esme is looking for.”
In that case, I’m glad this guy isn’t blabbing off to anyone where Esme went. But it raises a ton of other concerns.
“She could have called.”
Finn shakes his head, a dark, heavy look overwhelming his expression. “She said she had to talk to you in person. It was right after she read her tea leaves this afternoon. I’ve never seen her in such a panic over a reading before.”
“Well, she didn’t come to my house.”
He must read the concern in my voice, because he reaches out and touches my shoulder. “She’ll be okay. She’d want you to stay focused. Maybe I can help. What do you need?”
“A transformation spell.” I clasp my hand over my mouth. Why did I say that? Shapeshifting spells are frowned on by the magic users this side of the tracks.
He drops his hand and heads toward Esme’s mixing counter. As lie’s shuffling some bowls around, he says, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“Funny, I’d told myself the same thing.”
He reaches up onto one of the shelves and grabs a bottle of absinthe. “I tend to have that effect on people. I guess you could say it’s my gift.”
“It’s a little invasive, don’t you think?”
He shrugs, then grabs an apple and cuts in half with a boline. He’s cut it across the core, revealing a star in the middle. “They say the truth will set you free.”
I cross the room and come up to his side. “Do they?” I peer down over his work. “Can we use something other than absinthe?”
“You’re worried it’s poisonous,” he says.
“It is poisonous.”
“That's a myth. But even if it were, the healing properties in the apple and juniper would cancel it out. Well, that and the spell.” He cuts his gaze to me as he puts the juniper and the absinthe in a wooden bowl together. “You do have a spell, right?”
I stop myself from growling. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t do this if the tea leaves hadn't suggested it to me.”
He arches an eyebrow. “And you know the consequences of this decision? I mean, besides the obvious?”
Well, no. I’d intentionally not read that part of my tea reading. But I’m not telling him that, and I back away before he can try to get it out of me. “What I do with my body is my choice. No one else’s.”
He brushes off his hands and nods. “No arguments there.” He lifts Esme’s blessed rose water and pours a splash over the herbs. “You must really love this friend. To make this kind of sacrifice.”
I clench my teeth. He doesn’t know the half of it. If this doesn’t go well, I’ll be dead anyway. Then it won’t really matter much if I have the curse of shifting on my shoulders. “Are you almost done? My situation is kind of time sensitive.”
“Usually people say thank you when I help them. But I’ll let that slide, since you’re under duress and all. And yes, I’m almost done.” He dips a basting brush into the potion and glazes the apple. Then he hands me a piece of paper. “Write the spell here.”
I do as he asks and write transform-ma cu blestemul eternitatii on the rag paper.
“Transform me with eternity’s curse,” he reads. “Are you sure?”
“If that’s what those words mean, then yes, I’m sure.” At the way his expression turns sour, I can tell he’s disgusted that I don’t speak his language. Of course, I hadn’t realized until that moment that he was Romani. So he must really not like me right now.
“Okay,” he says. “Then let’s do this.”
He pins the spell on Esme’s clothesline that she keeps up exactly for this purpose, then hands me a match. I say the words and light one side of the paper.
Before I realize what’s happening, he does the same. I narrow my eyes at him, but I don’t dare speak. I don’t want to ruin the spell because he's doing something stupid. As the paper burns, Finn cuts the apple in half, then hands me one piece to eat while he eats the other.
When the paper burns out, I don’t feel any different. “Did it work?”
“You don’t exactly have time to wait around if it didn’t, do you?”
“No.” I head toward the door, then turn back to him. “But I need it to have worked.”
He nods. “Then it worked.”
“You shouldn’t have.”
“I got the same spell in my leaves this morning, Hadley. And I suspect I’m the only one of us who bothered to see how this might end.”
I raise my hand. “Don’t.”
He zips his fingers across his lips. “I won’t. But I’m going with you.”
CHAPTER 3
We trek into the woods on the outskirts of town beyond the warehouses. I have maybe thirty minutes left to find the vampires and turn myself in to save Iris.
I'm trying to avoid thinking of my best friend—really, the only friend I have—because I can't afford to lose focus. And yet, images from our shared past keep flashing through my mind. We've been friends forever—we were in the same daycare together, and have been inseparable ever since.
As I stare blankly at the worn trail ahead, Finn takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, bringing me back to the present. Something about having him around makes me feel a little better. And I can’t argue with fate. If what he said back in Esme’s shop was true, then lie’s meant to be here, too.
There’s a brief moment where I wish wre had more time. Not because I’m mega-stressed about not getting to
Iris before the vampires do something I can’t save her from, but also because there’s something about being around him that causes a sense of peace to settle over me.
Maybe it’s that whole bit about truth setting you free. I feel like I can tell him anything, and not merely because he could find it out anyway if he wanted to.
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