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compromise my soul. Then blackness would take over, and I wouldn’t be trying to get to Hell to save Dan. I’d gleefully try to take everyone I knew to the underworld, for good.
“ Look at you,” a familiar male voice said.
I glanced over to find Kane settling into the chair next to me. “Where’d you come from?”
He smiled. “I used to occupy the seat next to the TSA agent. Leave it to you to cause a scene just so you could get our seats switched.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s what happened.”
Kane’s easy calm settled over me. I reached out and touched his leg, letting his energy collect at my fingertips. After a moment, I gently nudged the calm through my body from one hand to the other. The baby’s crying abruptly stopped and she laid her head on my shoulder, breathing steadily.
“ Oh my gosh. You did it,” the young mother whispered. She slumped back against the window and closed her eyes in relief.
“ Thanks,” I whispered to Kane.
He turned tender eyes on me, and when he reached up and gently smoothed the baby’s pale blond hair, my heart melted.
 

Chapter 4
     
Kane pulled his Lexus to a stop in front of Lucien’s single shotgun home. Bright red hibiscus blooms filled the flower boxes, and ornate stenciled vines decorated the door and window shutters. The house to the right had vibrant stained glass fitted to each of the front windows, and the house on the left was adorned with a number of handmade, brushed aluminum wind chimes.
The Bywater neighborhood, a few miles east of the French Quarter, housed a community of artists and witches alike. Lucien fit right in. He managed an art gallery and was the second most powerful witch in the New Orleans coven.
I jumped out of the car and ran up the steps of the small porch. The door swung open seemingly on its own. I stopped in the darkened doorway, squinting as I waited for my eyes to adjust. All the shades had been drawn to block out the mid-afternoon sun.
I took a tentative step. “Why is your living room impersonating a vampire lair?”
“ Luminarium .” Lucien’s voice sounded from deeper in the house. A soft light glowed to life through the archway of the next room. Shotgun homes don’t have hallways. Each room is situated right behind the other, separated only by partial walls or doors.
With Kane and Kat on my heels, we made our way through the living room and straight into Lucien’s office. The light he’d conjured floated near the ceiling, no fixture in sight. Lucien sat at his desk, his jawline stubbled and his blond hair uncharacteristically unkempt.
“ Is Lailah okay? Where is she?” I asked.
“ Other than not knowing what she did for twelve hours, she’s fine. She’s working on a recovery potion in the kitchen.” He barely glanced in my direction before he turned back to the computer. “I’m researching a hunch.”
I stopped behind him and peered over his shoulder. He’d typed ancient memory charms into the search field. “You think Philip spelled her?”
“ Philip who?” He finally swiveled, acknowledging us.
“ Philip Pearson. The angel I told you about. I saw him in my finding spell.”
Lucien stared at me. “How can you be certain it was him? You’ve never met the guy.”
“ I’m sure.” I crossed my arms over my chest, daring him to argue with me.
He took a deep breath. “Okay, but it would be better if you thought of that as a working theory for now.”
Was he questioning my magic abilities?
I opened my mouth to protest, but Kane put his hand on my arm. “He’s probably right. Until we verify his identity, we shouldn’t make assumptions.”
I didn’t particularly like them ganging up on me. Who was in charge here?
“ I’m done,” a familiar female voice said from behind me.
I spun, finding Lailah in the archway that led to the back of the house.
“ The potion’s ready,” she continued. “Jade? I could use your help.” She turned and disappeared into the room she’d come from.
“ Kat, can you fill