hasn’t been too horrible.”
“Maybe. I wonder though. If Marcus only
married Violet in an attempt to blend the two families’ magic, how
good of a father could he possibly be?”
“I couldn’t say, but I imagine any father
who loves his child would not bring harm to her.”
“I hope so, for Lunette’s sake.”
“I wouldn’t worry about Lunette or think of
her as your sister. Having been raised by the Macabres, she’s being
trained to either bring you to their side or kill you. Either way,
she’s not your friend.”
“Really? So you think she knows we’re
sisters? That despite being siblings, they’re coaching her to
annihilate the Midnights even if she is part Midnight?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t be in training yourself,
if it weren’t so.”
“It’s just such a sad state of affairs—all
this fighting and death for what? Magic? Until recently, I didn’t
even know magic existed, and I survived just fine.”
“Humans have killed for a lot less,
Summer.”
“I just wish we could all get along. We have
so little family left on either side.”
“Some humans are raised with one agenda. For
the Macabres, it’s to attain more magic at any cost. They can’t see
past that plan or see the big picture of life around them. Once
something is ingrained in you to that degree, it’s very hard for
you to change that path, even if you would like to. The Macabres
have been on this path for several generations. The roots of this
greed is deep seated and not easily cast off. Some might say even
impossible.”
“I’m not saying it would be easy or even
achievable. I’m just saying it would be nice to have this all turn
out differently than it seems to be heading.”
“I agree. It would be lovely to see things
work out less grim.”
“Thank you, Daniel, for filling me in on the
details. I know it goes against what you would normally do. I just
want you to know I appreciate you doing so.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
“I’m starving. Do you want to get something
to eat?”
“That would be interesting.”
“Interesting how?”
“Well, angels don’t have to eat, so I’ve
only done it once in a while to be sociable.”
“Then you definitely have to try pizza and
beer.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do, if you want to hang with
me.”
“Well, then, I guess we best be going right
away.”
“Yes, we should. I’ll drive, since I doubt
you’ve ever done that.”
“Nope, but those motorcycles look like a lot
of fun.”
“Oh, there will be no crotch rockets for
you, mister, if you want to be around me.”
“Crotch rocket?” he said, raising an eyebrow
in curiosity.
“That’s right. You heard me. I’m sure it’s
exhilarating and fabulous, but the way I see young men riding those
things, it makes me think they have a death wish or they want to be
an organ donor. At least a car gives you a buffer between you and
the asphalt as well as airbags and seatbelts.”
“Don’t forget the carpet used as fur on your
car.”
She grabbed her keys and gave him a look
that made him chuckle at her.
“I see humor is now on your repertoire.”
“You do drive a car that looks like a giant
dog.”
“Have you been talking with Tori? If so, cut
it out,” she said closing the door behind them as they made their
way to the gate.
“No, but I have heard enough conversations
between the two of you to know she really doesn’t like to be seen
in it.”
“Very true, but when push comes to shove,
it’s a free car.”
“That it is.”
Chapter 6
The following day was business as usual.
Tori came to the house in the morning and they headed to the other
side of the property where Morti set up for their lessons. Seeing
as they were a little early, they moseyed in that direction and sat
on the garden bench watching Sully chasing dragonflies and other
flying insects.
“I’ve been doing some research on my
parents, and it does seem they may be related to the Romani Kale in
Wales. Cool,
“Maybe. I wonder though. If Marcus only
married Violet in an attempt to blend the two families’ magic, how
good of a father could he possibly be?”
“I couldn’t say, but I imagine any father
who loves his child would not bring harm to her.”
“I hope so, for Lunette’s sake.”
“I wouldn’t worry about Lunette or think of
her as your sister. Having been raised by the Macabres, she’s being
trained to either bring you to their side or kill you. Either way,
she’s not your friend.”
“Really? So you think she knows we’re
sisters? That despite being siblings, they’re coaching her to
annihilate the Midnights even if she is part Midnight?”
“Yes. You wouldn’t be in training yourself,
if it weren’t so.”
“It’s just such a sad state of affairs—all
this fighting and death for what? Magic? Until recently, I didn’t
even know magic existed, and I survived just fine.”
“Humans have killed for a lot less,
Summer.”
“I just wish we could all get along. We have
so little family left on either side.”
“Some humans are raised with one agenda. For
the Macabres, it’s to attain more magic at any cost. They can’t see
past that plan or see the big picture of life around them. Once
something is ingrained in you to that degree, it’s very hard for
you to change that path, even if you would like to. The Macabres
have been on this path for several generations. The roots of this
greed is deep seated and not easily cast off. Some might say even
impossible.”
“I’m not saying it would be easy or even
achievable. I’m just saying it would be nice to have this all turn
out differently than it seems to be heading.”
“I agree. It would be lovely to see things
work out less grim.”
“Thank you, Daniel, for filling me in on the
details. I know it goes against what you would normally do. I just
want you to know I appreciate you doing so.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
“I’m starving. Do you want to get something
to eat?”
“That would be interesting.”
“Interesting how?”
“Well, angels don’t have to eat, so I’ve
only done it once in a while to be sociable.”
“Then you definitely have to try pizza and
beer.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do, if you want to hang with
me.”
“Well, then, I guess we best be going right
away.”
“Yes, we should. I’ll drive, since I doubt
you’ve ever done that.”
“Nope, but those motorcycles look like a lot
of fun.”
“Oh, there will be no crotch rockets for
you, mister, if you want to be around me.”
“Crotch rocket?” he said, raising an eyebrow
in curiosity.
“That’s right. You heard me. I’m sure it’s
exhilarating and fabulous, but the way I see young men riding those
things, it makes me think they have a death wish or they want to be
an organ donor. At least a car gives you a buffer between you and
the asphalt as well as airbags and seatbelts.”
“Don’t forget the carpet used as fur on your
car.”
She grabbed her keys and gave him a look
that made him chuckle at her.
“I see humor is now on your repertoire.”
“You do drive a car that looks like a giant
dog.”
“Have you been talking with Tori? If so, cut
it out,” she said closing the door behind them as they made their
way to the gate.
“No, but I have heard enough conversations
between the two of you to know she really doesn’t like to be seen
in it.”
“Very true, but when push comes to shove,
it’s a free car.”
“That it is.”
Chapter 6
The following day was business as usual.
Tori came to the house in the morning and they headed to the other
side of the property where Morti set up for their lessons. Seeing
as they were a little early, they moseyed in that direction and sat
on the garden bench watching Sully chasing dragonflies and other
flying insects.
“I’ve been doing some research on my
parents, and it does seem they may be related to the Romani Kale in
Wales. Cool,
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