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Written by Anna Abner<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Copyright 2014 by Anna Abner<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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Cole Burkov is a necromancer, but waking from a devastating nightmare spell has left him confused about what\u2019s real and what\u2019s fantasy. Afraid of hurting more of his friends, he casts a vanishing spell on himself, except something goes wrong. He\u2019s not invisible to spirits. He\u2019s invisible to everyone. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia Jackson doesn\u2019t want to help Cole cast his vanishing spell. She\u2019s too busy trying to collect him for the Dark Caster. But when Cole uses her, against her will, to create the spell she becomes the only human being on earth that can see him. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Together, the unlikely allies will seek out one of the most diabolical casters in the dark cabal\u2014the White Wraith. But when the witch fights back, Cole and Talia discover the only way to survive her furious assault is by working together. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chapter One<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

Rough asphalt dug into Cole Burkov\u2019s knees, but he couldn\u2019t remember why he\u2019d knelt in front of a burned down church in the first place. His memory was in tatters, made up of a pinch of nightmare, a dash of reality, and a whole lot of lost time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blood was what brought him back to himself. The old, itchy blood on his hands and the fresh, slimy blood smeared across his left forearm, obscuring the line of scars of varying ages running up his wrist like railroad tracks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he cast magic he was always careful to cut shallow slices, but maybe sometime during the night, lost in his muddled memories, he\u2019d cut himself too deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He couldn\u2019t remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cole sucked in a deep breath, hoping the rush of humid, North Carolina air would stimulate his memory, but it only made him dizzy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Something wasn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he gazed up at the charred skeleton of a former religious building, he got the funny feeling he was supposed to be doing something. That he wasn\u2019t there on his knees by chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the only other living being in the vicinity was a large, ebony crow peering at him from a willow tree at the edge of the parking lot. Crows were bad luck. One in a churchyard was an omen of death. The bird flapped its wings once and took flight, soaring low over the parking lot before disappearing behind a brick wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCole!\u201d A familiar ghost appeared in front of him, her face a mask of agony. He\u2019d never seen his spirit companion Stephanie so distressed. \u201cI found Dani. She\u2019s coming. Can you hear me? She\u2019s on her way. Just hang tight and everything will be okay.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Daniela Ferraro. His friend. The witch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bits and pieces of the last few days resurfaced. He\u2019d strangled Dani in a hospital room and then escaped, hiding out on the streets and in the woods ringing the town. The night before he\u2019d slept sheltered among a copse of pine trees behind Auburn\u2019s movie theater. The night before that? Hard to say. He thought the clothes he wore, black scrub bottoms and a yellow smiley face tee, were castoffs from the hospital. Or maybe that was part of the nightmare spell. Maybe he\u2019d never been inside a hospital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Either way, unable to suffer the guilt a moment longer, he\u2019d come to the Dark Caster\u2019s last known gathering place to face him. Or join him. That, too, was vague.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course the bastard wasn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But if Dani was on her way it meant one of two things. Either he was still in the nightmare spell and Cole would be forced to kill her again when the evil inside him rose up, or he hadn\u2019t killed her and she\u2019d try to stop him from going to war with the Dark Caster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither of those things was going to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTell her not to come,\u201d he said. \u201cTell her not to come anywhere near me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cole Burkov didn\u2019t look like much of a threat. Talia Jackson had seen homeless people with better personal hygiene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Black hair made even blacker with days of clinging dirt and grime. Chalky pale skin peeking out of secondhand clothes. Dirty, bare feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she did what she was told, the way she always did, and got out of her car. She straightened a pair of barely-there shorts and a new gray tank top. Even after midnight, late April in North Carolina was muggy, and tendrils of cinnamon curls stuck to the nape of her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She crossed the parking lot, her flip-flops kicking up ash and bits of charred wood from the meetinghouse\u2019s remains. Creepy place. She\u2019d been sent there by one of the Dark Caster\u2019s messenger spirits, Johanna. Not on his orders, though. No, the White Wraith herself had organized this pick-up. And, to be honest, Talia was much more afraid of the wraith than she was of the DC, the Dark Caster himself. Witches freaked her out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course, Talia had never actually seen or spoken to either the big boss or his right hand woman. It didn\u2019t matter. Their reputations were enough to give her nightmares.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fear of them both was the only reason she stood in the remains of their meetinghouse. To say she was there willingly would\u2019ve been one heck of an exaggeration. She was there because her nephew was being held by the dark cabal\u2014a sinister group of followers of the Dark Caster\u2014as living, breathing collateral. And Talia was terrified of what would happen to him if she refused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Burkov hadn\u2019t noticed her yet. He had his back to her, studying something on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

According to Johanna, he was a valuable asset. Or a target. It was difficult to guess the cabal\u2019s true motives sometimes. All Talia knew was she was supposed to get over there, ASAP, never mind the time, and acquire the scraggly bum with the crazy eyes and bare feet. His spirit companion, an equally nonthreatening soccer mom type, blinked erratically around his periphery like she had a short in her wiring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia really needed this assignment to go smoothly and for Burkov to get in her vehicle without a fight. Because this was one more notch on her Must Impress the DC belt, and one step closer to finding her nephew Sylvester.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMiss, you must put him to sleep,\u201d Hugh whispered at her. Her spirit companion did not trust strange men. Annoyingly old-fashioned, he still fussed when she went out in public unescorted. \u201cDo not give him a chance to speak. He may hurt you before you can protect yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia had drawn an emergency spell circle on the roof of her Honda two-door for just such a contingency. She may need it tonight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The simplest course of action was to put Burkov to sleep\u2014against his will\u2014drag him into the backseat of her car, and then dump him on the Carver\u2019s front lawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But she didn\u2019t do any of those things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCole Burkov?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He faced her, and only then did she see the dried blood up both arms to the elbows. God, what kind of magic had he been casting? The sight of so much blood triggered a memory. The Carver had warned her Cole was seriously, ridiculously, take-no-chances dangerous.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She slid a step in reverse, her breath freezing in her throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not the Dark Caster.\u201d He scratched at two days\u2019 worth of whiskers. \u201cAre you?\u201d But he didn\u2019t go for a weapon. He didn\u2019t draw any glyphs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, she straightened her shoulders like she would with any big-mouthed freshman. Once a less than impressive fourteen-year-old had sneered at her, \u201cI don\u2019t have to listen to you. You\u2019re just the school nurse.\u201d He\u2019d quickly learned disrespecting her was more trouble than it was worth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe sent me to collect you. My name\u2019s Talia Jackson. My car\u2019s in the lot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be an idiot,\u201d the spirit in workout clothes shouted at him. \u201cShe\u2019s a liar. She\u2019ll say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a liar,\u201d Talia grumbled, stung. She\u2019d done terrible things, but she\u2019d never lied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShut your mouth,\u201d the ghost snapped. \u201cYou don\u2019t care about him the way I do. And he\u2019s not going anywhere.\u201d She turned on Cole. \u201cListen to me. Just hang on for a little while longer. Your friends are coming.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The threat of his so-called friends made Talia nervous. She wasn\u2019t strong enough of a caster to overpower him and his cohorts, too. And if she failed to deliver Cole to the Carver\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The repercussions were too awful to contemplate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cole waved the ghost away like swatting a buzzing insect. \u201cWho are you?\u201d he demanded of Talia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTalia Jackson,\u201d she said again. Nervous, she blew sticky auburn curls from her brow, and then glanced over her shoulder toward her car and the spell circle on its roof. \u201cI\u2019m a member of the dark cabal. I was told you\u2019d be here. And I\u2019m kinda in a hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stumbled nearer, blood dripping a trail from his fingertips. So near she could tell his eyes were an intense shade of green.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s close enough,\u201d she warned. Ill or not Talia didn\u2019t trust him to play nice. All the other people the DC had introduced her to had been criminally insane. She had nothing to convince her Burkov was any different. \u201cI will protect myself, if I have to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He produced a bloodstained pocketknife and cracked it open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Screw it. She reverted to plan B.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Quick as a cat, she scrambled up the windshield of her car. Even though the roof creaked in complaint and dipped beneath her feet, it was worth it to stand surrounded by spell marks. Magical power tingled in her fingertips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMiss, I don\u2019t like the look of this man,\u201d Hugh said softly as he hovered at her side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither did she. \u201cStop,\u201d she shouted at Cole. \u201cWe\u2019re only doing this my way.\u201d But he didn\u2019t stop. \u201cPlease don\u2019t make me do this,\u201d she muttered. She didn\u2019t want to put him to sleep. She didn\u2019t want to hurt people anymore. And without the Carver, his buddy Jeff, and their spirits standing over her goading her on, she faltered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cole squinted up at her as if he could read every thought, every criminal act, and every doubt in the contours of her face. \u201cYou don\u2019t work for the Dark Caster.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI do.\u201d Not by choice, but that was none of his business. \u201cAnd he is anxious to meet you. If you will please get in the car, I\u2019d really appreciate it.\u201d At any moment reinforcements may roll up, incapacitate her, and run off with her target. Seconds ticked by, and she bounced a little in frustration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t seem like you practice black magic,\u201d Cole said, staring hard with those penetrating green eyes of his.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m a casting all-star,\u201d she bluffed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He made a grunting noise. \u201cIf you say so.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I do.\u201d She only bent the truth a little. She may not be the best necromancer in the world, but she\u2019d been born one and that made a huge difference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He caught her eye, and she had the unsettling feeling he was leveling with her. Maybe even trusting her a tiny bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going to hurt you, as long as you don\u2019t cast on me,\u201d he said. \u201cDeal?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She believed him, which was absurd. She didn\u2019t even know him. And he had all kinds of reasons to want to hurt her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she started to get off the roof of her car, Cole held up a hand to stall her. \u201cI need a favor first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn\u2019t want to perform any favors, have any conversations, waste anymore time. But he\u2019d piqued her interest. She couldn\u2019t help herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat kind of favor?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI need you to help me with a healing spell, and then I\u2019ll go with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a bad compromise. \u201cOkay. Just do it quick. This place gives me the creeps.\u201d She may as well have been trampling over fresh graves. Odds were no one had died on the property, but it felt like they had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He pulled a black marker from his pocket and paired it with the knife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCole Burkov, are you listening to me?\u201d His spirit sounded a bit like an aggravated mother, which amused Talia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unperturbed, Cole drew a spell circle, but then he did something Talia had never seen any caster do. He used his very unsanitary looking knife to slice the tender skin of his left forearm, and fresh blood pooled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy did you do that?\u201d she exclaimed. The guy couldn\u2019t afford to lose any more blood. In fact, he flattened one hand on the pavement to remain upright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he mumbled, though that didn\u2019t exactly answer her question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease, Cole!\u201d His spirit broke down and wept with undisguised anguish. The type of grieving wail Talia\u2019s mother had made after her eleven-year-old grandson had been abducted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just to end the agony, Talia cast an amplification spell at Cole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Different spells affected her in unique ways, but they all began as a tingle in her extremities, and this was no different. Then, as Hugh fed her more power, an electrical current flowed up from her fingers and toes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing strange there. Not until Cole channeled both his spirit and Talia\u2019s. He soaked up her juju like it was an oil spill and he was made of paper towels. He dragged raw power out of her by the roots, and she winced. It felt like he was tearing the skin off her bones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She should\u2019ve known he wouldn\u2019t be so greedy with her magic for a simple healing spell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rather than mend his cuts and bruises, he rounded on his spirit companion. \u201cSorry, Steph. I need some time. Vanesco<\/em>,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia didn\u2019t speak Latin, but no way had Cole cast anything helpful or soothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The vibrations of Hugh\u2019s power died down. The pulling sensation ceased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCole!\u201d Steph sobbed, seeming to lose sight of him in the dark parking lot. \u201cGoddamn you, Cole!\u201d She sent Talia a final, scathing look, and then disappeared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Talia, though, had no trouble whatsoever seeing Cole. \u201cYou used me,\u201d she accused. \u201cI don\u2019t appreciate being tricked, Burkov. I should turn your eyes inside out for that. What spell did you use me to cast?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cA vanishing spell,\u201d he admitted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, that was new. She slipped her cell phone from her back pocket and opened a journaling and sketching app she really liked for studying spells. It gave her the freedom to draw glyphs with her fingers and add captions with the on-screen keyboard as well as attach photos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat was the Latin word you used?\u201d She tapped a quick summary, and then snapped a pic of the glyph on the asphalt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you later.\u201d He stood, weaved, and took a knee. \u201cSorry I couldn\u2019t be upfront with you, but Steph wants to help me, which means stopping me.\u201d He blew out a long breath. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be helped.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d made himself invisible to all spirits, even his own. Tricky, tricky fiend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On his second attempt, Cole climbed to his feet. \u201cYou said something about a car?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Blood dribbled over his palm and rained upon the ground. But he did nothing to stop it. Like he didn\u2019t care if he bled to death. Like it might be a relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCover that cut, would you?\u201d Talia put away her phone and hopped off the roof. \u201cYour blood pressure must be in the toilet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without a word, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and wrapped it around his left arm. Talia froze, absorbing the sight of him unexpectedly bare-chested. He was on the thin side, but that only accented the ridges and plains of his torso. His wide chest had a fine covering of dark hair trailing down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis your car?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d She forced herself to focus. \u201cGet in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

* * *<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecca?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rebecca Powell rolled to the left, expecting to find a warm body to curl into. But Holden\u2019s side of the bed was empty. The sheets were still warm and smelled of his skin, though, and she burrowed deep under the comforter. Her nagging to-do list attempted to break through her consciousness. So much to finalize. Especially if she and Holden Clark were ever going to open a second Sparky\u2019s diner on the far side of Auburn. But she mentally pushed those thoughts away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecca, you have to get up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She mumbled something to convey that it was still dark out and she\u2019d much rather sleep until at least dawn after the workout he\u2019d given her the night before. Muscles she didn\u2019t even know she possessed ached. But in the very best way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bed rocked under his weight, and a gentle hand pulled the silken sheets below her face. She scrunched her nose. No fair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBelieve me, there\u2019s nowhere else I\u2019d rather be than in this bed with you, but Dani just called,\u201d he said. \u201cShe\u2019s freaking out. She and David got word Cole is at the cabal\u2019s meetinghouse, which is closer to our end of town than hers. He needs help.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rebecca sat up, fully awake. \u201cIs he okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not sure, but she basically ordered me to get my ass over there and pick him up, whether he likes it or not.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d She scurried out of bed and dressed in the clothes she\u2019d tossed onto Holden\u2019s bedroom floor the night before. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she\u2019d been in desperate need of support Cole Burkov had been there for her. He\u2019d woken Holden from a hellish nightmare spell while Becca had been helpless. She would do anything for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho\u2019s Cole?\u201d asked the snarky female spirit that had been haunting Becca for days. She lurked in the corner between the dresser and the master bath, her head cocked to one side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Rebecca refused to answer. Her strategy so far had been to ignore the ghost and hope it simply faded away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Holden, though, worked off of different instincts. \u201cHow long are you gonna ignore Jolie?\u201d he asked gently. \u201cShe just wants to get to know you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She didn\u2019t know how to explain to Holden the feelings churning inside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Becca remained silent as she followed him outside and climbed into the passenger seat of his stripped-down Jeep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ignoring people was becoming second nature. Luckily, he didn\u2019t seem bothered by it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLast I heard Cole had woken from a nightmare spell like yours,\u201d she said as he rolled the vehicle onto the street. \u201cAnd disappeared. Anything I\u2019m missing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d His mouth compressed into a tight line. \u201cI remember how disorienting it was coming out of that spell. I couldn\u2019t tell what was real. And he was in it for a lot longer than I was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI hope he\u2019s okay,\u201d she said, but Cole\u2019s loitering around the Dark Caster\u2019s meetinghouse said otherwise. What reason could he possibly have to go there?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning her palms up, she studied them. She\u2019d accessed her new necromancy powers once. To save Holden from Derek Walker, a top member of the dark cabal. But she hadn\u2019t tapped it since. Honestly, she never wanted to again. If there were a pill to take necromancy away, she would swallow it. But it wasn\u2019t so easy. For the rest of her life she\u2019d be able to cast magic and see spirits of the dead trapped on earth. Whether she liked it, or not.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll make sure he\u2019s okay,\u201d Holden promised. \u201cI owe the guy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when they drove into the parking lot of the burned out building, the whole place was deserted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDamn it,\u201d Holden swore, hitting the steering wheel. \u201cDani\u2019s gonna kick my butt.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Becca snickered, couldn\u2019t help it, imagining the tiny woman fighting a full grown man, but Daniela\u2019s power didn\u2019t lie in her physical form. She was a witch. And terrifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stifled her laugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSome chick came and picked him up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Becca jumped at the sound of the young man\u2019s voice. She\u2019d never get used to spirits popping up at random times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tony, David Wilkes\u2019 teenaged spirit companion, appeared beside Holden. Dani and David were spending a lot of time together and sometimes sending a spirit messenger was faster than a phone call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tony added, \u201cDani told David to tell me to tell you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe get it,\u201d Holden snapped. \u201cWhere is Cole?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOn the move. Dani\u2019s meeting us. I\u2019ll navigate.\u201d As if he were corporeal and not a hazy image, Tony swung into the back seat and pointed north. \u201cIt\u2019s up Western.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis lady,\u201d Holden said, \u201cwho was she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the wind whipping around the cab of the Jeep, Tony\u2019s reply was no more than a whisper in Becca\u2019s ear. \u201cI don\u2019t know her, but she drove off and no one\u2019s seen Cole since.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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