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“I’m Gabriel Sandford.”
    As I stood, I met Sandford’s eyes and knew exactly why he’d taken Leah’s case. Gabriel Sandford wasn’t just an L.A. lawyer. No, it was worse than that.
    Gabriel Sandford was a sorcerer.

C HAPTER 3
A B RILLIANT S TRATEGY F OUR C ENTURIES T OO L ATE
    I knew Sandford was a sorcerer the moment I looked into his eyes—a gut-level recognition that registered before I could have told you what color those eyes were. This is a peculiarity specific to our races. We need only look one another in the eye, and witch recognizes sorcerer, sorcerer recognizes witch.
    Witches are always female, sorcerers are always male, but sorcerers aren’t the male equivalent of witches. We are two separate races with different yet overlapping powers. Sorcerers can cast witch spells, but at a reduced potency, as our ability to use sorcerer spells is handicapped.
    No one knows when sorcerers and witches originated, or which came first. Like most supernatural races, they’ve been around since the beginning of recorded history, starting with a handful of “gifted” people who grew into a full-fledged race—still rare enough to hide from the human world but plentiful enough to form their own microsociety.
    The earliest references to true witches show that they were valued for their healing and magical skills, but in Medieval Europe women with such powers were viewed with growing suspicion. At the same time, the value of sorcerers was increasing, as aristocrats vied to have their own private “magicians.” The witches didn’t need weather-forecasting spells to see which way the wind was blowing, and they devised for themselves a fresh role in this new world order.
    Until that time, sorcerers could cast only simple spells using hand motions. Witches taught them to enhance this power by adding other spell-casting elements—incantations, potions, magical objects, and so on. In return for these teachings, the witches asked that the sorcerers join them in a mutually advantageous covenant.
    If a nobleman wanted help defeating his enemies, he’d consult a sorcerer, who would take the request to the witches and together they’d cast the appropriate spells. Then the sorcerer would return to the nobleman and collect his reward. In turn, the sorcerer would provide for and protectthe witches with his wealth and social standing. The system worked for centuries. Sorcerers gained power, in both the human and supernatural worlds, while the witches gained security, through protection and a guaranteed income. Then came the Inquisition.
    Sorcerers were among the first targeted by the Inquisition in Europe. How did they react? They turned on us. The Inquisitors wanted heretics? The sorcerers gave them witches. Freed from the moral restrictions imposed by Covens, the sorcerers turned to stronger and darker magic. While witches burned, sorcerers did what they did best, becoming rich and powerful.
    Today sorcerers rule as some of the most important men in the world. Politicians, lawyers, CEOs—search the ranks of any profession known for greed, ambition, and a distinct lack of scruples, and you’ll find a whole cadre of sorcerers. And witches? Ordinary women leading ordinary lives, most of them so afraid of persecution they’ve never dared learn a spell that will kill anything larger than an aphid.
    “Figures,” I muttered, loud enough for Sandford to hear.
    If he knew what I meant he gave no sign of it, only extended his hand and broad smile. I declined both with a level stare, then brushed past him and strode into the meeting room. Inside sat a red-haired woman, average height, lean, thirty-ish, with a blossoming tan and a ready smile. Leah O’Donnell.
    Sandford flourished a hand in my direction. “May I present the esteemed Leader of the American Coven.”
    “Paige,” Leah said, rising. “Don’t you look”—her eyes took in every one of my excess pounds—“healthy.”
    “Any more insults?” I said. “Get them off