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  Ethereal Secrets

  Shadows of Otherside Book 3

  Whitney Hill

  This is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, people, or places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental.

  ETHEREAL SECRETS

  Copyright © 2021 by Whitney Hill

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  ISBN (ebook): 978-1-7344227-5-7

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  For those who have reached turning points, and those who are picking up the pieces of stories that began long before their time.

  Part I

  Chapter 1

  The part of my thigh left bare by my denim shorts stuck a little as I bounced my leg. I caught myself and stopped. The slick plastic chairs at Raleigh’s police department were more than a little gross if you had just come in from an unusually hot, muggy, North Carolina spring day, but I tried to get my nerves in check. I was here as an independent private investigator wrapping up a job, not a perp. Acting like the latter wouldn’t score me any points when I was trying to close a case, get paid, and keep Otherside safe.

  For the last few weeks, a lich lord had terrorized the Triangle. Not that anybody in Raleigh, Durham, or Chapel Hill had had any idea that an undead sorcerer was what had caused them all to feel like they wanted to kill everyone else and then themselves. Nah. That was an Otherside secret, one that I, as the arbiter of a new alliance, was trying to keep on the down low. The first few months of this new job had been rough.

  I wasn’t used to being in a position of authority or power. Quite the opposite. Yet I was now the voice of Otherside in the Triangle, at least as far as my allies were concerned, and they were some of the most powerful folks around. Torsten’s vampire coterie, the varied weres of the Southeast United States, the elven House Monteague and their allies House Luna, the Djinn Council, and my own little group of fellow elementals—everyone was counting on me to sell this so that we could all go back to planning the Reveal. The coming out of the local supernatural community to the humans.

  Catch number one: my former legal guardian and Otherside’s mob boss leader, Callista, was planning a Reveal of her own.

  Catch number two: I’d only just come out to Otherside myself a few months ago, being a sylph and therefore under an elven death threat which was, for the moment, suspended.

  Catch number three: My powers had recently expanded, and I could manipulate not only Air but also—to a lesser extent—Fire. It was unheard of, and it made some people nervous.

  None of that would matter if the humans figured out a corrupted sorcerer was responsible for stealing all the bodies from the Raleigh city morgue and raising them as zombies, so here I was, trying to buy us all some more breathing room.

  “The detective’s ready for you, Ms. Finch.”

  I recognized the heavyset Black officer. “Davis, right? From the callout to Mason Farm?”

  He smiled. “That’s me.”

  “Did your K-9 officer have any more trouble with her dog?” I rose and gathered the leather backpack that doubled as both purse and camera bag.

  “No, ma’am.” He led me back to the space where Detective Rice, my Raleigh PD contact, had his desk. “Parton says things have been feeling better lately, although she’s ready to snap Johnson’s nose off if he doesn’t quit messing with her about it.”

  That just redoubled my suspicion that the dog handler they’d had on the callout was a sensitive of some description. Normally it was the sort of thing I’d have reported to Callista in my role as a Watcher, but demanding my semi-independence had strained our relationship. And when I say “strained,” I mean she was furious that I’d stood up to her, withheld information to do so, and was forming my own power base.

  It had been an interesting few months. Not in a good way.

  “Hope you’ve got something good for him,” Davis said in a quiet drawl as we approached the desk. “He’s got a bug up his ass about this one.”

  “Thanks.” I hoped I had something good as well. More importantly, that it was believable enough to close the case.

  Detective Clayton Rice unfolded from his chair as he spotted us. I don’t know how such a buff man fit into such a small chair, but I figured that was half the reason he was in a mood. The other half might be how tight his dress shirt fit him or the fact that he felt obliged to iron a crease into his pants. He was bald, and his skin was the same dark umber shade as Duke’s.

  I pushed aside a momentary pang for my now-estranged guardian. Making the alliance hadn’t come without a cost. Sometimes it felt like I’d paid more than most.

  When we shook hands, Detective Rice’s grip was firm, but he didn’t play that nonsense of trying to crush my hand. It was the first time we’d met in person. I decided I liked him, even if his scowl sent Davis packing.

  “So you’re the PI Chan keeps raving about,” he said in a bass rumble.

  “I’ve helped Detective Chan with a few things from time to time, sure.” Chapel Hill was the first police department I’d worked with. Tom Chan had sent my name to a few of his fellows, probably in the hopes I’d finally agree to that coffee date he kept asking for if he got me more work.

  “Talk to me.”

  I took the seat he indicated. “My working theory is that the bodies were taken by a medical experimentation ring.”

  I wished I had elven powers of Aether to make the lie go down a little easier. My elven captor-turned-ally Troy Monteague would have done this, but I was the one with the case. Besides, a little lie was less suspicious than the heavy-handed tactics the Darkwatch were prone to using when they needed to do an Otherside cover-up.

  “A medical experimentation ring.” Detective Rice’s voice couldn’t be any flatter. “Really.”

  I shrugged. “A few discarded medical-grade implements, some nasty-looking cages, imprints where generators might have sat…that’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”

  “Where are they now?”

  “Who knows? They cleaned up their operation before I could move in for more details. Torched the bodies and the hole they were in and skipped town. Tire treads in the mud match heavy vehicles, likely the stolen vans.” Definitely not Troy’s SUV, of course, or my Honda hatchback, both of which had been there. “Some sick shit out there too. Pieces of animals and I don’t even know what scattered around. A real mess.”

  Detective Rice steepled his fingers and studied me over them. His focused quiet was a sharp contrast to Detective Chan’s studied idleness with doodles and chattering, and I wondered how well they got on.

  Focus. Sell this, or Troy will step in. I pulled a manilla fol
der out of my backpack and slid it onto the desk. “Photos and an address for the scene. There were also some personal effects. I left them in place in case your team needed to maintain chain of custody, rather than have me screw with the scene.” Personal effects that had been carefully planted in the piles of ash that were all that remained of the corpses after the local witch coven sanitized the lich’s lair. Maria had recovered the effects from the zombies that had been sent to attack Claret and test how difficult it would be to overthrow the Raleigh vampire coterie operating out of the wine bar’s basement. A little realism and truth to tighten the lie. “That was all that was left of them.”

  Rice leaned back in his chair, arms bulging as he crossed them. “Why wouldn’t they sell the effects?”

  I mirrored his body language and kept my breathing even, willing him to believe me so that we didn’t have to get the elven Darkwatch in. I was supposed to be handling this. “You’re breaking into morgues with advanced tech and selling body parts. You really gonna risk getting caught on a small-time fence for a gold-plated ring and a Tiffany bracelet when you’ve already made bank with organs?”

  A small crack in Rice’s façade gave me hope. “Fair.” His eyes fell on the folder. “I almost wish you’d just collected the effects and saved me the trouble.”

  “Not much trouble saved if someone asked why the civilian PI is playing CSI, though, is there?”

  The crack widened to a small smile. “Also fair. Fine. I find the whole story outrageous, but since this wasn’t a violent crime, I need to close it. If there are no bodies to recover, the effects will have to do for closure.” He tapped a finger on the desk, his dark eyes distant. “One thing doesn’t line up. Why did they go to Mason Farm?”

  Shit. I’d been hoping he wouldn’t bring that up. The lich had gone for an artifact, one we didn’t know about because we had yet to track down the accomplice we thought had stolen the vans and acted as chauffeur. It was top of the agenda for the alliance, at least until the vampires kicked off the Reveal.

  “Beats me,” I said. “I bet they didn’t count on crashing the van though.” When Detective Rice kept studying me, I slouched in my chair and offered a Cheshire Cat’s grin. “Happy to look into it for you. On a new contract.”

  He frowned at the reminder that finding vans was not what I’d been hired to do. I had—as far as he was concerned—tracked down the morgue’s missing bodies, which was what I’d been hired to do. My friend the medical examiner, Doctor Michael Miller, had sent over a statement that Rice didn’t know I knew about, confirming that the effects matched photos of those on the missing bodies.

  Doc Mike was a latent necromancer who’d only just discovered he had powers, thanks to this case and my bending Otherside rules to give us space to work it out. I’d also rescued him from the lich, with help from Troy. Doc was feeling pretty grateful and also pretty keen to put this to bed before scrutiny fell on him. Not only was he a public servant, but his powers didn’t fit in his view of what a good Christian should be able to do. I wasn’t sure whether he was more worried that the state or his church would find out about him. Either way, I sympathized. I’d lived in fear that someone would find out what I was up until earlier this year. Still did, if to a lesser extent.

  With another glance at the manilla folder, Rice extended his hand. “I think we have everything we need to close this one up. Hell, with all the violence going on lately, I’ll be glad to have one less case to worry about.”

  I shook his hand and decided to take that as thanks. “My pleasure, Detective. You know where to find me if you need any more assistance.”

  As soon as I was in my car, I let out a heavy sigh of relief and tilted my head back to look out the sunroof. My shielding slipped for a second, and the hot air slipping out of my cracked windows gusted a little before I regained my grasp on Air.

  Maybe I could do this, after all. Most of the others in the alliance disdained mundanes, or thought of them as food, but I had a soft spot for them. I’d played human most of my life, keeping my elemental powers under wraps and refusing to develop them until an elven terrorist had walked into my office and hired me. Shit got real weird after that.

  I called Maria as I pulled out of the parking lot. Raleigh was vampire territory, and I needed to check in on the Reveal. “It’s done,” I said when she answered. “Raleigh PD will close the case.”

  “Nice job, sugarplum,” she said, practically purring in a way that was beginning to affect me more than it used to. Whether that was Maria’s growing power or the recent breakup with my boyfriend, I didn’t know. Roman had opted to return to his estranged and toxic werewolf pack and family in Asheville. He hadn’t wasted any time putting Durham—and me—in his rear view. That was fair, I guess, but I’d let myself fall for him. He’d said he’d always put me first, until he didn’t.

  “You’re thinking about the wolf again,” Maria said when I took too long to say anything else.

  “I’m going through my to-do list.” I ran my free hand over my curls, irritated that she’d busted me. “Not that it’s your business either way. How’s planning going?”

  “Come to Claret. I can fill you in and—bonus!—I’m excellent with to-do lists. Just ask Torsten.”

  I should have said no. Maria was an inveterate flirt, though it was really just a cover for how fucking clever she was. She’d also chosen me for her next long hunt. Going to see her would probably send all of the wrong kinds of signals, to literally everyone.

  Fuck it. I was tired of being forced to be separate from everyone else. Not only that, but I was kind of starting to care about the other members of the alliance in a weird way that I was more than a little uncomfortable with. Kind of like they were family.

  Family hadn’t turned out so well for me. My parents had died shortly after my birth. Callista and the djinn who had raised me had saved me only to use me. Most recently, Troy killed my big-sister-slash-cousin when she came at me with a bronze knife. I’d let myself start thinking about a future with Roman, and he’d left. Most of my own people, the other elementals in the Triangle I’d only recently discovered, shunned me because of my associations with the elves. It all left my heart more than a little bruised and raw. I hadn’t heard from Val, my dea friend, in a week; I assumed she was still recovering from having been kidnapped and a captive of the lich lord. That, and a guilty part of me was afraid that she blamed me for bringing elementals to everyone’s attention. Including the lich.

  I pushed aside my discomfort. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

  “Looking forward to it, poppet.”

  Chapter 2

  I’d never been to Claret in the day. The vampiric staff might be sleeping but not because they had to. Contrary to popular legend, vampires could be out in daylight, although the effects of direct exposure worsened as they got older. Anything that damaged cellular growth, other than aging, did a number on them: fire, UV light—hell, even the glucose from refined carbs. Vamps were the original health nuts. The virus kept them alive after their first death, but they had to feed it plenty of animal-based iron and protein. Blood was the easiest way for them to do that, although most of them just enjoyed it and preferred to indulge their heightened hunting instincts over alternatives.

  The psychic presence of the coterie’s master, Torsten, weighed on me as I ignored the closed sign and knocked on the front door of the bar. Something about the power signature felt different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Probably just that it was daylight.

  The door swung open seemingly by itself, and I stepped in quickly, trying to be sensitive to the fact that whoever had opened it was trying to avoid daylight by staying on the side protected by the bar’s heavy window shading.

  “Don’t you have underlings to open doors for you?” I teased as Maria shut and locked the door behind me.

  “Noah is too valuable to waste on that medieval shit,” she said. “These days, anyway. And you, baby doll, smell too good to trust
to anyone else. Especially now that you’ve been practicing regularly. Got the hang of Fire yet?”

  “No,” I said, annoyed both with the reminder that I was a worthy hunt and that I wasn’t making better progress with my new element. It had only been a week, but Air came so naturally that all I had to learn there was control. Fire danced away like a will-o-the-wisp. I wanted to ask Val about it but…yeah.

  “Hm. Could have fooled me. You smell like thunderstorms with a hint of wildfire now.” Maria grinned wide enough to show fangs. “Spicy. I like it.”

  I gave her a flat look to cover the flutter in my stomach. “Like it in your head, or I’m heading right back out.”

  She only smiled wider before heading behind the bar. Her peplum dress in a rose quartz pink would have looked ridiculous on me. On her, it just played up the soft-looking waves of her long emerald hair and the grace of her movements. “Drink?”

  “No, thanks. I’m driving.”

  “I don’t believe that stopped you the first time you were here.”

  She was right; it hadn’t. But I’d been trying to fit in then and not concerned with how my growing elemental powers might also be triggering a growth in the Chaotic results of my drinking alcohol. Being fully half elf and half djinni, the two sides of Aether were perfectly balanced in me—and so was the potential for Chaos magic, including an embarrassing propensity to rouse the passions of those already attracted to me when I was drunk. Val called it being a maenad. I called it fucking annoying.

  “Not today, thanks, Maria.”

  “Work, work, work, always working.”

  “Somebody has to.” I allowed a small, teasing smile to curl my lips. I liked Maria, even when I wanted to be annoyed by her or keep my distance. Raleigh’s number two vampire might be hunting me, but she hadn’t crossed any lines.

  She cracked open a can of lemon sparkling water and slid it over to me. “So. Otherside is safe from mundane attention once more, thanks to our dashing leader.”