Magical Midlife Love (Leveling Up #4) - K.F. Breene Page 0,17

are you sure this is the best idea?” Mr. Tom stood in the large entryway, awaiting further instruction. “The game box is all cued up with his favorite game. Wouldn’t he rather do that? Remember how your parents reacted?”

Edgar stood beside Mr. Tom with a supportive smile. He had no problem showing his supernatural abilities to a non-magical person.

“This is the only way, Mr. Tom, or Ivy House will just rattle him. You know she will.” I pointed up at the panel arching above the entryway, bridging the gap between large, curving staircases. A lovely tableau of a meadow was etched into the wood, spring flowers covering the rolling hillside.

“Mom, you’re starting to make me nervous,” Jimmy said softly, and my heart squished because it was clear he was worried about me. He cared.

“You’re stealing all of my fun,” Ivy House said to me in our magical way of speaking. “I wanted to see if I could make him wonder if he was going crazy, like your father.”

“Which is exactly why I am telling him now,” I replied. “I want him to be happy here. To be comfortable. I want him to come back.”

The house was quiet for a beat. “Ten-four.” An affirmative.

The flowers engraved on the panel swayed as if caught in a gust of wind, the carvings so lifelike that I could almost smell the floral aroma. I found myself assigning colors to them: buttery yellow speckled with loud fuchsia. Violet dotting the way.

A memory stirred, of sitting on a rock shelf above such a meadow, a similar array of flowers stretching away into the soft afternoon sun. Austin had sat beside me, easy and comfortable, a feast of meats and fruits and cheeses displayed in front of us, a crate of wine to one side. He’d given me the perfect date, as he’d set out to do.

“You’re choosing his side,” I said to Ivy House. Usually her wooden carvings were of battle and death and heads on spikes or, if she was feeling less vicious, magical creatures in fantastical situations. She’d never displayed such a pretty, mundane scene. She always, however, liked to poke the bear and create images that would mess with me in some way.

“Yes.”

Understanding dawned. “You knew this was going on, and you didn’t mention it…”

“Obviously. I’ve been dormant for much too long. All of the guardians have. I need you alive, and the magical link gives them the ability to keep you safe. This was always in your best interest. Any magical person would’ve known that.”

“Which I’ve acknowledged. My arrangement with Austin was a bit different, though. I trusted him to be honest, and he purposely deceived me. I have every right to be pissed.”

“By all means. Kick his head in. Just don’t kill him. I need him. He’s the best chance you have at long-term survival. Above all others, above the mage that came earlier today, Austin is the man that I need the most. That you need. So give him hell, but let him explain. Unless his explanation is bad. Then let him use his mouth in other ways that will be much more enjoyable than talking.”

I frowned at her. She was entirely too focused on getting me laid.

“I will get to the root of that link so I control it from my end.”

“I don’t doubt you. Ultimately, that power is yours above mine. Above theirs. If you’d just put your big-girl pants on and do the blood oath, you’d realize that the links you share are as much for them as they are for you. If they are ever in trouble, you will need those links to find them. To save them. You are a team, and you are stronger together.”

“I don’t need to give blood to want to save my crew if they are in trouble. That’s a given.”

“Then why are you so hesitant to take the oath?”

A wave of unease washed through me, the price tag of forever weighing on me heavily. When Ivy House started making chicken sounds—“bawk, bawk, bawwwwwk”—I cut off the communication. She could be insufferable.

Reemerging into reality, I realized Edgar was talking, and likely had been the whole time I was communicating with the house.

“Yes, a real vampire. I’m one of the oldest alive.” He smiled, his canines long and gruesome. “Usually when a vampire is turned out of their clan for being too old, they are hunted for sport and killed for fun. I found Ivy House, though. They don’t think I’m great