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  Hungry Earth

  Elemental Book 2

  Rain Oxford

  Hungry Earth © 2015 Rain Oxford

  All Rights Reserved

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  It was pitch black and I could sense a malevolent presence all around me. This wasn’t a living enemy that could be killed. I felt the firm handle of a torch in my grasp, so I drew on the power inside me, focused on the heat of a flame, and directed it into the tip of the torch. As fire engulfed the top of the torch, shadows were chased back. There was something unnatural about it, like the shadows were moving away instead of being penetrated by light.

  My instincts were never wrong. I was being watched— hunted even.

  I was in a dry cave and the floor sloped upward pretty steeply. Behind me was a wall, so there was only one way to go. I carefully trekked through passageways that were as wide as trains and gaps that I could barely squeeze through. The further I traveled, the colder and dryer the air became.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, I came upon an enormous cavern with a stone tower in the center. The tower was about fifteen feet in diameter and forty feet in height. Spaced evenly around it were massive wooden doors, each carved with peculiar symbols and designs. While none of the doors had any obvious locking mechanisms, they also had no doorknobs. I pushed against one, but it wouldn’t budge even a hair’s breadth to my best attempts.

  I studied the symbols on the doors more carefully. When I approached the last door, my palm started to sting, so I held my hand out a little towards the light to see it. There was nothing on my skin, but I felt like something was burned into it. It only took me a moment to realize that the lines I could feel burning in my hand were the same as on the fourth door.

  I was a cautious man by nature, so it was a surprise to myself that I turned my palm out to face the door.

  A hand pulled my arm down and another closed over my mouth to stop my startled shout. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The second you give them what they want, they will no longer need you.”

  Although the voice was familiar, the English accent wasn’t and prevented me from identifying the man. As if it were overcome by darkness, the flame of my torch died with a sudden, violent flicker.

  * * *

  Something patted me softly on the mouth. It was odd, but light and non-threatening, so I ignored it. It nudged against my check more insistently. Fluffy…?

  Then I heard a shrill hiss only a second before sharp teeth burrowed into my ear. I cursed and swiped at the demon cat, but he managed to avoid my half-conscious, flaying arms. “Damn you, Ghost! I told you not to do that!”

  I got an irritated growl in response.

  “I’m not getting up until my alarm–” I was interrupted as my alarm started chirping. With a sigh, I reached over for it blindly and ended up smacking the cat instead of the clock.

  He bit me.

  I smacked him harder.

  He pounced on my chest, causing me to groan in pain. The demon cat was heavy and his claws were extended. He was a mischievous and hideous beast, but he had technically saved my life… by giving me chalk.

  I finally opened my eyes in time to see him vanish. In his place was a letter, which I knew I needed to read immediately. The only letters Ghost brought me were from his master; my uncle, Vincent. The letter was wordy, as always, and written in a spidery script with dark green ink.

  Dear Devon,

  The time has come for your second circle at Quintessence. I hope you have adequately prepared yourself to work alongside your new vampire classmates. As you know, a number of students at Quintessence, primarily fae, have decided to drop out rather than to continue their education amongst vampires. Because this is the exact intolerance we have been trying to rid the paranormal community of, Logan and I hope that you will act as an emissary.

  I regret to inform you that the wizard council has decided to grace Quintessence with their presence. They believe their involvement is vital to the successful integration of vampires into the rest of the paranormal community. I suspect they have ulterior motives and would like you to investigate.

  Currently, I am unavailable to deal with the council myself. Ghost can assist you instead. Although I understand your personal conflict with vampires, I believe you are the best person for the job and would not ask anyone else.

  As you know, your second semester begins on the twenty-sixth of January. However, due to recent events, Logan and I decided that certain safety precautions are called for. Therefore, Logan will reach you at your residence and you should not leave your apartment until his arrival.

  Best Wishes,

  Your Uncle

  I sighed. Personal conflict… That was an understatement. I had learned the way of water, according to Remy. I could trust people… but I couldn’t trust vampires. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t forgive Astrid for what she did. Every time I even thought of trusting a vampire, I saw my mother bleeding out on the floor.

  A grouchy meow let me know Ghost had returned. Absentmindedly, I stroked the cat’s head as he approached me on the bed. He purred and flopped down on his side. I retracted my hand just in time to avoid his sharp claws. “I hate you, cat,” I said.

  He glared and purred harder.

  “Damn temperamental weirdo. Tell Vincent I’ll be the vampire diplomat as long as they keep their fangs to themselves.”

  He vanished… and left behind a note.

  Dear Devon,

  Also, Ghost says you have a visitor coming. You should hide.

  Best Wishes,

  Your Uncle

  “A visitor?” I stared at the letter until it began to crumple in my fingers. “Like a paranormal visitor, or what?”

  My cell phone rang, startling me. I started to reach for it and caught myself. I had to be careful. My clients thought I was trashing my phone on purpose, but one unfortunate side effect of my new power was that energy sometimes sparked from me like electricity. Similar to electrical surges, it took out small or intricate electronics, including my cell phone.

  These sparks had also killed my office computer, which I hadn’t bothered to replace because I figured it would get fried as well.

  I waited a moment and then carefully picked the phone up from my nightstand. My little Moto was barely more than a throwaway. I checked the caller ID, not surprised to see that it was private. I pressed the screen to answer it. “Hello?”

  “Hey, man, I thought you’d be gone by now.”

  I sighed. “Then why are you calling me?”

  “Well, you told me to watch over your mother while you were gone. I thought I should let you know Regina was getting her worked up the other day. The nurse said Regina was talking about babies and how you two were working things out. This might not be the best time for you to go on your trip.”

  Shit.

  “You know, if you moved to Chicago, Regina would follow you… I figure it would be a matter of days before she pissed off the mafia… I mean… it’s just a suggestion.”

  “I’m not moving to Chicago. Now, I’m hanging up. Remind my mother’s nurse that Regina is not allowed around my mother. Tell her she will be fired if Regina gets within fifty feet of my mother again.”

  I hung up. It wasn’t rude; we had a three minute rule. Marcus and I never spoke on the phone for more than three minutes and were e
xtremely careful not to give away his true identity. Whereas I recently killed my own father and was practically praised for it, Marcus watched his father murder his mother and he was nearly assassinated for telling the police.

  A knock sounded on my door and every instinct screamed of danger. Some vicious creature of malice was waiting outside. So, of course, I opened the door.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked the bane of my existence.

  Regina rolled her eyes and walked past me into my apartment. “Is that any way to talk to your wife? How long are you going to play this stupid game? You’re being so ridiculous.” She wrinkled up her nose in disgust as she swept her gaze over my humble little apartment.

  Regina was five-three, slim, with fluffy white-blond hair and big hazel eyes. She was exceptionally beautiful on the outside. She wore a light gray, open-necked, fitted, thin shirt that went nearly to her knees with black shorts just barely peeking out under it. Her shirt was thin enough that I could see her black satin bra through it. Knowing Regina, I bet the shirt cost more than a month’s rent.

  Between her looks and her innocent smile, a man could think he found a real catch with the woman. I had.

  Unfortunately, Regina was a snake in many ways. She was a master of manipulation in that she could act so naïve and selfless, when she was actually about as friendly as a rattlesnake on the inside. She only ever heard what she wanted to, which was why she believed our divorce was just a phase I was going through.

  “I don’t see why you have to work through your issues in a dump like this. Seriously, our neighbors are starting to talk.”

  She would know; she spent ninety percent of the time that she was at home spying on the neighbors. Of course, the majority of the time she was out playing bingo, gambling, or shopping. I sighed. “What are you doing here?” I asked, resigned.

  “Don’t you take that tone of voice with me, Devon Sanders. I don’t care what this is all about,” she said, waving her hand in a gesture of my apartment. “You have bills to pay at home. Now, I was just talking to your mother and she agrees with me on this. We decided that you should see a therapist. I mean, I know it’ll be expensive, but it’s worth it. Obviously, this is all brought on because you were working too hard, and so I found a very good therapist to help you get past this.”

  “Regina, I left you because you were cheating on me, not because I was working too much to pay for your gambling.” I went into the kitchen, wishing I could slam a door between us. Since it was an open floor plan, I grabbed a soda out of the fridge and slammed the fridge closed too hard instead. An amusing image came to mind of stuffing her in one of those deep freezers. Alas, I didn’t have one.

  Her face suddenly morphed into the very essence of hurt. “How could you bring that up? You know I forgave you for never being home and you know it was your own fault for not giving me the attention I deserved. I didn’t cheat on you; I simply found someone else to give me what I needed.”

  She paused and waited for me to agree with her.

  When I said nothing, her eyes narrowed with anger. “I’m sick of your selfish behavior. I know you’re up to something because you haven’t been to see your mother in over six months. You will come home tonight. Even your mother is ashamed of how you’re treating me. Your appointment with the therapist is at nine tomorrow morning. I told our neighbors we’re starting yoga classes, so that explains why you’ll be leaving every morning.”

  I poured half my soda down the drain in the sink and rested my elbows on the metal rim. This was when things went wrong; heat was rising in my chest. I tried to think of sitting by the lake and feeding the kappa or sitting at my table with a cup of coffee in the morning… but Regina wouldn’t shut up. Every thought I could find of serenity was sucked away by her relentless complaining, criticizing, and demanding.

  I tried to think of the good times with her… any good time… yet nothing came to mind. There had to be good times, right? Our first date maybe or when we met… I remembered the diner I met her waitressing at. Sitting alone with my head in the case I was working on, I didn’t look twice at my waitress until she brought me the check.

  She was gorgeous and her smile was so sweet. She spoke softly and respectfully, shyly even. She left her number on the receipt and I assumed the fact that my skin was crawling had all to do with the case.

  “… Obviously they think you’ve been away at work. I mean, they could never know that you’ve been goofing off in some midlife crises. Oh, and about that car. The newest model comes in that metallic blue I like, so I made the order, but there was something wrong with your credit card. I was so embarrassed, you have no idea. I had to call them and explain to them that I am your wife and that–”

  “Regina!” My control snapped, my power lashed out, and the lights flickered violently. “Get out!” I looked at her in time to see her face change to shock before she turned and started for the door. Guilt overcame me for using my power on her. “Wait! Stop.” Shit, I thought when she froze. I didn’t really want her to stop.

  Before my mind could actually start to read her thoughts and memories, I forced myself to let go. It was easier when she wasn’t talking. She stumbled and had to steady herself by grabbing the coffee table.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

  She sat carefully on the table, clearly shaken, and wouldn’t look at me. “You’ve never yelled at me before. You really don’t love me anymore?”

  I wanted to tell her that I never loved her, but I stopped myself. Although she needed to move on, I didn’t want to emotionally scar her. “No, I don’t.”

  “You met someone else, right?” Flawless crocodile tears welled in her eyes.

  “Is there a problem here?”

  We both turned to see Clara Yocum standing right outside my open door, which I thought I had closed. Clara was on the list of the top ten most gorgeous women I had ever seen, as well as the list of the top five people I never wanted to see again.

  Her light complexion was flawless, her facial features were perfect in proportion and shape, and her dark burgundy eyes looked more exotic than unnatural. Her long hair was dark purple the last time I saw her, but she had changed it to dark blue since. She wore a blood-red top with black leather pants and a fitted black leather jacket.

  If Regina was a snake, Clara was an atomic bomb. The woman was not only a vampire, but a regal one. She could slaughter an entire city and nobody would stop her. And she was in charge of the vampire division of Quintessence.

  “Aren’t you going to invite me in? Or do I need to knock first?”

  She knew about Astrid. “I would invite John Cross into my apartment before you,” I growled.

  “Oh, you sweet talker.” Her voice lowered seductively. “Come on, Devon, you know you want to.” She looked me in the eye, completely unafraid of my power.

  “Leave him alone, Clara,” Remington said, pushing the vampire aside. Remy entered my apartment easily and eyed Regina like a cat would a flea. “Who is this?” she asked me, obviously not impressed with my company.

  I wanted to make a comment on hers, but I held back. “Regina.”

  She sneered. “Your ex-wife? Really?”

  Regina stood, her face reddening with anger. “Devon, I will not be looked down on by your floozy friends. You will explain to them that I am still your wife, and then we will go home and put this stupid game behind us.”

  “What part of our divorce did you not understand? I am no longer your husband and you will never be my wife in any way, shape, or form again.”

  “How can you talk to me like that in front of these people?!” Regina screeched.

  “Devon, are you really not going to invite me in?”

  “Why are you even here?” I asked.

  She sighed. “I really didn’t want to burst your bubble.” She stepped inside, paused, and then walked up to Remy. “It’s a myth that we need an invitation,” she explained with a smirk.

  I
eyed the hallway. If Clara attacked, I didn’t have a chance to reach my gun. I had seen how fast a vampire could move. “Where is Hunt?” I asked.

  “My father got hung up talking to your landlord,” Remy said. “Clara and I heard you had a visitor and thought we should see if you needed a hand. Rosin has to take care of the school since Rebecca is gone and April is in hiding from the council, so Clara had to come with us.”

  I didn’t know Clara enough to predict what she would do. I knew it wasn’t likely that she would attack me or my ex-wife right in front of Remy. However, I could never have predicted what she actually did; Clara grabbed Regina’s shirt collar, pulled her close, and kissed her.

  Regina moaned and grasped Clara’s leather jacket weakly, not pulling the vampire closer or pushing her away. It was probably rude to stare, but it wasn’t often that two gorgeous, evil women kissed right in front of me.

  Remy cleared her throat. Clara pulled a few inches away from Regina until my ex opened her eyes. Clara grinned. “Now, you are going to go home and not bother Devon or his mother again.”

  Regina blinked vacantly, turned, and walked out without another word.

  “That will never stick,” I said.

  “A stubborn-minded person can sometimes overcome the thrall of a vampire, but no one can resist me when I kiss them.”

  “Why is the thrall not a myth, and needing an invitation is? That doesn’t seem fair to humans.”

  “It’s not really any different than your unique power,” she said.

  I shuddered at the thought that all vampires had the same power as John. Did Astrid ever use her thrall on me? “Does the person remember it?”

  “Not unless we want them to.”

  Hunt appeared at my door. “If you are all done playing around, I suggest we head out,” he said.

  My bags were already packed. I couldn’t find Vincent’s book, but I didn’t worry because it periodically went missing. Ten minutes later, we piled into a black SUV. Oddly, I wasn’t concerned at all when Clara got in the driver’s seat. Surely vampire reflexes made her an impeccably safe driver. Of course, after being exposed to April Nightshade’s driving, I couldn’t imagine anyone could scare me. When Clara pulled out onto the road carefully, stopped too long at stop signs, and went five miles an hour under the limit, I settled in for a long, safe ride.