“You better not. According to your accounts, I might like it a little too much.”
“Haha.”
Dez cackled. “It’s hilarious, you look like you should be blushing, but you can’t.”
“Why am I still friends with you?”
“Because I’m awesome. And you’re going to be an auntie.”
Beatrice couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face and the tug at her heart. Though she had no desire for children, she was thrilled for her friend. “You’re going to be an amazing mom, Dez.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. “I’m going to get totally fat now. And you’ll never get fat. I kind of hate you for that. I wonder if Matt’s going to get grossed out by that.”
Beatrice shook her head. “Please. Matt adores you. He’s going to be—”
“B?”
She halted at the familiar voice of her ex-boyfriend.
“Beatrice?” She didn’t turn around. Beatrice looked across at Dez, who just looked panicked. “Dez?” She could hear Mano approaching the table. With lightning speed, she turned and grabbed his hand, clasping his bare skin in her cool palm and letting her amnis crawl up his arm. She stood and turned, never letting his hand go.
“Hi, Mano.” She looked over his shoulder, but he appeared to be alone. She looked back into the eyes of the man who had loved her. He blinked at her, his eyes already swimming with her influence.
“You look different, baby.”
“I know.”
“You need some sun. Let’s go out on the boat tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “No, Mano. I’m fine.”
“Where have you been? I missed you.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, searching his mind, pained at the loneliness she found. The longing. “I’m fine. And so are you.”
“I am?”
“Yes. You saw me and you realized that you had moved on.”
“I did?”
Beatrice gripped his hand, stroking her thumb along the calluses on his palm “Mmhmm. And you’re ready to meet someone new. Someone great.”
“I am?” He blinked at her.
“Yep. You saw me, and we caught up. And you heard that Gio and I are married and really happy now, and you were happy, too. Because you realized that you don’t love me anymore.”
He shook his head, and she forced herself farther into his mind, forcing back the tears at his familiar scent. Mano still smelled like sunshine and the sea.
“Right,” he finally said with a small smile. “You look great. I don’t love you anymore.”
“Nope,” she choked out. “And you’re going to meet someone great. And you’re going to fall in love.”
“I am?”
“You are.”
“I missed you, B.” He smiled at her again, the soft smile he wore when he was sleepy.
“I missed you, too.” It wasn’t a lie. She had missed Mano, even though she loved Giovanni. She forced out a smile. “Good-bye, time to go home now.”
He leaned down as if to kiss her, but she backed away. He only smiled.
“Bye, baby.”
She finally let go of his warm hand, and he turned and walked away down the dark street. Beatrice turned back to Dez, pulled her wallet out of her pocket, and threw down some cash. Dez reached over and squeezed her hand.
“I need to go.”
“That the first time you’ve seen him?”
She nodded, forcing back the tears that threatened her eyes. “Yeah.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She took a calming breath and smiled. “It was just a surprise, you know? I was surprised.”
“Well, you did great. And you were really kind to do that. He, um, he called Matt for months, you know? He was worried about you. Will he remember anything?”
Beatrice waved her hand as Dez stood. “Just… vague stuff. He should remember he saw me, but the exact memories will be vague. Hopefully, I did it right.”
“Are you going to tell Gio you saw him?”
“Yeah, he’ll smell him, anyway.”
Dez just blinked at her before she walked down the street, Beatrice following after. “Vampires are weird.”
“I’ll remind you of that when you have a giant human parasite sucking the life out of you and making you ill.”
“Shut up, bloodsucker.”
Beatrice walked into the kitchen behind Ben who immediately ran upstairs to shower and call one of the girls who had been texting him during his practice.
“Ben,” she called. “It’s eleven o’clock, and you practiced hard. You better get some sleep.”
“Sure thing, B!”
“Goodnight.”
“Night! Night, Isadora!”
She glanced at her grandmother, who was sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. “Good night, Benjamin.”
Beatrice leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her grandmother’s delicate cheek. At age seventy-eight, Isadora Alvarez De Novo Davidson had lost none of the liveliness from her vivid green eyes; though her step was slower, her mind was not.
“And how is Dez?”
“Pregnant, but don’t tell anyone. It’s early.”
“Oh!” Isadora smiled. “How wonderful. And the Kirbys will be thrilled.”
“It’s really early, so Matt doesn’t even know. That’s why you can’t tell anyone.”
Isadora frowned. “How early? Matt doesn’t know?”
“Nope. I just told her tonight.” Beatrice munched on an almond from the bowl her grandmother had out. “She smelled different. I got all fang-y.”
Isadora was quiet for a minute. “You know, sometimes it’s easy to forget you are a vampire, and sometimes, it’s not.”
Beatrice grinned and let her fangs run down. Isadora slapped at her shoulder. “Stop it, Beatrice!”
She giggled and took two almonds, sticking them on her fangs and muttering around them. “Yep, thcary, thcary vampire here.”
They both broke into giggles, until Beatrice finally calmed down. “Where’s Caspar?”
“He drove Matt and Gio to the meeting at Ernesto’s.”
“Ah.”
“I’m going to go to sleep soon. I just thought I’d stay up to say hello. I missed you this afternoon.”
“I was in the library.”
“Looking at Geber’s journals?”
“Yup.” The journals, which her father had left in Tywyll’s care, were all written in the alchemist’s own strange code. In addition to learning old Persian, Beatrice was also trying to decipher the peculiar phrases and code words the alchemist had used to disguise his research. If she could decode them, they might learn the identity of Geber’s original test subjects and be that much closer to solving the mystery of the elixir. Though they hadn’t heard a peep from Lorenzo, his presence lurked in her mind, teasing her that the book Stephen had taken was in his possession again.
“Mariposa?”
“Hmm?” She looked up at her grandmother.
“I said I’m going to bed now.”
“Oh.” She rose and kissed Isadora’s cheek. “Night, Grandma.”
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I’ll probably be in the library around ten or so.”
“Have a good night.”
Isadora shuffled through the door and down the hall toward the ground floor rooms that Giovanni had converted into a suite for Caspar and Isadora. She could hear Ben walking around upstairs and feel the quiet hum of the electrical currents and waves of Wi-Fi that Matt had installed throughout the house. It may have been quiet, but it was never really still the way their house in Cochamó was, and Beatrice realized why Giovanni would get frustrated if he was surrounded by technology for too long. The modern world, to the senses of an immortal, was relentlessly noisy.
She was happily lost in a novel and curled up in the living room when the sound of the Mercedes broke through. She smiled at Caspar when he walked through the door. The clock on the wall pointed toward one,
and the old man bent down to kiss her cheek.
“Good night, darling girl. I’ll see you in the morning. This old man is exhausted.”
“Night, Cas.”
“What time did she turn in?”
“A few hours ago.”
“I’ll be joining her, then. Have fun with him.”
“Oh?” She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Caspar just chuckled. “Don’t ask me. He’s being terribly silent tonight.”
“Huh, weird. He was fine earlier. Did everything go all right with Ernesto?”
“I believe so. He didn’t seem upset. Just… quiet.”
She shrugged. “Okay. I’ll see you in the morning. Night.”
He gave her a small salute and walked down the hall just as Giovanni walked through the door. He wore a strange expression and came to sit beside her. She stared at him as he looked off into the distance. Finally, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick, cream envelope with a broken wax seal. The interior was filigreed in gold leaf and she could see a swirl of calligraphy peeking out from the letter inside.
“Hi. What’s this? Caspar said you were doing the moody, silent thing. What’s up?”
Giovanni tossed the envelope on her lap and leaned back, throwing an arm around her on the couch.
“Beatrice, how do you feel about Rome in the springtime?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Elizabeth Hunter is the author and independent publisher of the four-part Elemental Mysteries Series. She is a graduate of the University of Houston Honors College in the Department of English (Linguistics) and a former English teacher.
A native of Central California, she currently lives in Southern California with her husband, son, and an assortment of dogs. She enjoys reading, writing, travel, and bowling (despite the fact that she’s not very good at it).
A Hidden Fire, This Same Earth, and The Force of Wind are now available from all major online e-book retailers. Book Four, A Fall of Water, will be available in Summer 2012.
Learn more about the Elemental Mysteries series at ElementalMysteries.com or contact her by e-mail at
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Epilogue
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