NOTE:
Fair warning, no sex in this chapter.
Still not edited aside from proofreading.
This chapter is shorter than the others. I have nothing to say for myself on that point.
Feel free to skip this next note...
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For some reason, I felt the need to put something here other than my usual short notes. As I'm reading through these to proof them, it strikes me that Jezza might seem quite cold, accepting things too easily. There is a very good reason for this - it's the exact way I handle my own personal emotional shit. I stuff it down to deal with in very short, very intense private moments until I get my shit together and shove it away again for another bad day. Between those moments, I've actually been told I'm cold about a personal loss, or something that should have me leaping for joy, you get the idea. Because I don't know how to show my own personal stuff, I don't know how to write these reactions in my POV characters. Yeah, that should make things suitably awkward. Hope y'all skipped it, but I'm still leaving it here as an explanation. Just know that Jezza is dealing with things in the one way I know how to deal with things... by ignoring the fuck out of it.
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Chaz had Ferrel drive us all to my old house. Apparently, there was some sort of old rule that said she could meet both of them. I just wanted to see my home again, hug my mom again. The ride was quiet. Ferrel had gotten a few minutes with me before the men came out to the truck and assured me all was well with everyone. I had been more than a little embarrassed to think I hadn't spared them much thought since leaving. Before leaving, I hadn't thought of much other than getting from day to day without being punished.
Chaz was also going to be sending Kelsey to Bane's. He didn't like that there wasn't more help around the house or something. Bane said she could have the room that had been finished out in the attic since it had a small bath attached. I hadn't even known there was a room up there. It was small with dramatically angled walls, but it fit a bed and a chair just fine and had a small but full bath attached. Her work would be drastically reduced, but Bane said he would have her get her license so she could do more and not be bored. When I suggested she could go to school for something to cut down on boredom, they both gave me blank stares. Assholes.
The scenery slowly changed from the hill country to the urban sprawl of San Antonio's suburbs. I started recognizing things and remembering times spent at the mall, working in small offices, and helping to clean the parks. It wasn't long before we were in the residential area where my mom had lived for as long as I could remember, and then we were in front of the house. My truck was still there where I used to park it, though I doubted my mom had driven it much.
Ferrel parked in the drive next to my truck and I got out before he could open the door for me. This was my home and I didn't need to be escorted. My mom opened the front door and smiled at me, but it was a sad smile.
"You've grown so much, baby girl," she said, coming to me for a hug. I wrapped myself around the familiar smell and feel of her, but my power twinged and I suddenly wanted to get away from here. I squashed the feeling and smiled back at her. "That's normal, and not unexpected given the circumstances. I didn't think I'd see you again once I was told you were being sent to Asher regularly."
"You knew where I was this whole time?" I stared at her. She blushed, and looked at the lawn and then beyond me to the men still climbing from the car. "Could you have gotten me away from there?"
"No," the pain on her face was genuine. "But I think what Bane has told me is right. I think you needed it even if none of us wanted it this way. Y'all come on inside. I suppose there will be questions."
I followed her into the house and ached at the familiar furniture and decor. Chaz had an extravagant sprawling miniature mansion, and Bane had a comfortable enough ranch, but this open-floor mid-century style would always be home for me.
"Ma'am," Bane stepped forward with his hand extended.
"Ah ah," my mom waved him off. "It's Margot, demon. And well you know it. You may be fucking my daughter but that doesn't make me 'ma'am' to you. Oh, honey," she turned to me. "I loaded a couple of your old backpacks with some books that you'll need to take with you later. I should have done this a long time ago."
She sat on one of the dining chairs and motioned the rest of us to sit as well. "Ask your questions, demons. I'll answer what I can around the spell. It shouldn't be too rough since you aren't council members."
Chaz cleared his throat, "Ah, it would help a great deal if we knew who her sire was so we could get a good estimate of the power ceiling she will face."
"There won't be a ceiling for her," my mom waved him off the same as she'd done to Bane. "If she can manage not to turn siren, that is."
"There's always a ceiling..." Bane's voice trailed off because she waved him off again.
"The spell isn't going to let me name him. It's why I keep waving you off. You're going to have to make guesses here, and I can tell you if he's higher or lower in the hierarchy. I'm not sure it will let me tell you if you land on his name, or if my head will explode. This is a doozy of a nondis spell. I was half out of my mind when the council had me."
"You didn't name any demons to the council, so we don't even have a starting point, woman." Chaz was getting angry. I stared at the table so I didn't draw his attention.