Claimed by Sin: an Urban Fantasy Novel (The Gatekeeper Chronicles Book 3) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Epilogue

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Ajitah

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 27

  Parker

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 31

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  About The Authors

  Also by Jasmine Walt

  Also by Debbie Cassidy

  Claimed by Sin

  The Gatekeeper Chronicles, Book 3

  Jasmine Walt

  Debbie Cassidy

  Dynamo Press

  Copyright © 2017, Jasmine Walt & Debbie Cassidy All rights reserved. Published by Dynamo Press.

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  Contents

  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

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  21. Ajitah

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  26. Ajitah

  Chapter 27

  28. Parker

  Chapter 29

  30. Parker

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Have you joined my reader group?

  About The Authors

  Also by Jasmine Walt

  Also by Debbie Cassidy

  1

  “Hand over the notes, Al.” I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers.

  “You’re bleeding all over the place.” Al eyed my busted face and then blinked in surprise as it healed.

  “Money, little man.”

  The roar of The Circle still echoed in my ears. The whoops and cries of kill ‘im reverberated inside my head. I hadn’t killed the rakshasa, though. I’d have no more deaths on my conscience.

  Al handed over the wad of cash. “Just keep coming back, girlie. The patrons luv ya. This is my best week yet.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” I wiped the blood off my chin. “Sign me up for another.”

  His bushy brows shot up. “That’ll be four in one night…”

  “I can count.”

  He swallowed. “Even Ajitah didn’t do four fights in one night.”

  “Yeah? Well, I’m not Ajitah.”

  He shrugged, licked his pencil, and jotted down something on his grimy notepad.

  “I’ll be back for the rest of my winnings.” I sauntered off toward the bar and a much-needed drink.

  The Circle had been treated to my amazing feats of kick-assery four nights this week. I’d won every fight, and still they kept signing up to try to best me. Not that I cared. All that mattered was the outlet. There was a ball of rage and confusion inside me that only eased when I was pummeling the fuck out of someone. I could feel the eyes on my back—curious and awestruck. My body was slick with perspiration, and my slacks stuck to my legs. I probably reeked. But who gave a shit? This whole place stank of blood, sweat, and euphoria.

  The yaksha at the bar looked up and then slid a glass my way. He topped it off with whiskey and moved away to serve someone else. The alcohol ran down my throat like fire, warming my belly and making my toes curl. Good stuff.

  “Hi.”

  No need to look up. The scent of musk and wet dog gave him away. A yaksha. “Not interested.”

  “But I am. I’ve been watching you fight.”

  “You and every other supernatural in here.”

  “Yes, but I’ve been watching you. You’re not one of us.”

  I turned to look at him. “A mangy mutt? No. I’m not.”

  He just chuckled. “No. I mean you’re not like any of us. Not like any supernatural I’ve ever come across.”

  “Aw, now I just feel special.”

  He leaned in. “What in the hell are you?”

  Ha, he had no idea how close he was skirting to the mark. I leaned toward him. “I’m none of your fucking business.”

  His eyes narrowed and his lip curled. Perfect. A quick brawl before my next fight would be a nice warm-up. Having the seal’s power on tap was like an aphrodisiac. It was always there, thrumming under my skin, singing in my veins. I raised a hand and flipped him the finger. His chest reverberated in a growl.

  “Malina, there you are.” Ajitah grabbed my elbow and pulled me away from my new toy. The yaksha eyed us up before skulking off to join his pack. “Drake managed to get us an audience with the high witch.”

  “About fucking time.” I pushed past him and headed for the exit. “Al, cancel that fight,” I called out as I passed.

  Al raised a hand. “You back tomorrow?”

  “Count on it.”

  We were strapped into the car and on our way to Mayfair when Ajitah broke his silence.

  “You were deliberately trying to start a fight with that yaksha,” he said.

  “So?”

  “I know you’re still grieving, but this—running off to beat the crap out of some stranger—isn’t going to help.”

  I pulled the wad of cash from my pocket. “Yeah? This will help. There’s a thousand pounds here. I’m gonna give it to charity.”

  He shot me a quick glance before transferring his gaze back to the road. “That’s very noble of you, but there are other ways to raise money for charity.”

  “And there were other ways for you to make money to raise your boys.”

  His jaw tensed. “That wasn’t the same, and you know it.”

  I crossed my arms and slumped back in my seat. Okay, maybe I was acting out, but I needed this. I needed to vent. Eamon had been gone two weeks, and in that time, we hadn’t made any progress on finding out anything about this hinn. Loki was off on some business trip, and the high witch refused to take our calls…until tonight. The inaction was killing me. Every time I stopped to think, to take a breather, I’d see his face and know I was letting him down by not having freed Mum yet.

  “Eamon wouldn’t expect you to be able to save your mother,” Ajitah pointed out. “It’s near impossible. You sa
id yourself your grandfather told you that the hinn could be in any one of the hundreds of realities. The creature could have fractured and become several versions of himself.”

  “No, he won’t have fractured. With the nagamuni in his possession, he’s immune to the laws of the multi-verse. There has to be a way to track him. If not him, then the nagamuni he’s carrying. We can find him. There must be a spell or something we can use to locate him.”

  He sighed. “Well, let’s just hope the high witch has the answers we need.”

  She’d better. I’d lost my dad. There was no way I was losing my mum, too.

  2

  We were back in the easel room at the Mayfair mansion, seated on the same wicker chairs around a table set with tea. Drake poured while I sat, tapping my feet against the floor. Where the heck was she? So what if she’d granted us an audience at night? She should have fucking taken our calls sooner. She’d been dodging us for two weeks.

  Two whole weeks.

  “Malina. Chill,” Drake said. He offered me a cup of tea.

  I exhaled through my nose and took it. “Thanks. How much longer, do you think?”

  Ajitah laid a warm hand on my thigh. “Just drink the tea.”

  They were treating me like a child—an uncontrollable brat prone to tantrums. My cheeks heated. Had I been that bad? The tea was delicious and calming. This wasn’t who I was. I was centered and in control. It was all part and parcel of my training with the guild. Assassins didn’t act in anger. We didn’t make rash decisions. Everything we did was calculated and carefully thought through. The last couple of weeks, it was as if someone else had taken over my body. An angry teenager hell-bent on getting her own way at any cost. I saw it happening, heard the words coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t seem to control it. It would be better once we had a solid lead. Once I could focus on something real, something that would get me the answers I needed.

  This, here, was the start.

  A strange crackle of tension filled the air, and the high witch materialized in the seat before us. Today, her hair was piled atop her head. Diamonds winked in her ears, and her body was encased in a royal-blue ball gown.

  “Going somewhere?” The words were out before I could curb them.

  She turned her arctic gaze on me. “A memorial service for the witches we lost. It has taken some time to organize, but we feel it will be the perfect way to say goodbye.”

  Goodbye could have been said weeks ago. This was something else. This was politics. “This isn’t about saying goodbye. It’s about damage control.”

  “Malina,” Drake warned.

  The high witch merely smiled. “No, it’s fine, Drake. I admire Miss Hayes’s forthright attitude. Yes, this is damage control. My witches are scared. The covens are in lockdown. The people who did this are still out there, and now they have access to the skein. The most powerful witches in all the covens are working on neutralizing the problem by cutting off the witches who have been compromised.” She bowed her head. “Well, they’re no longer witches. They are vampires using our brethren’s bodies. It is those bodies that we are cutting off from the skein.”

  The Kubera had a lot to answer for. They’d taken aberrations, promised them access to power, and then manipulated them into luring witch bloods to their doom. The witch bloods’ life forces had been siphoned, their magic removed to allow vampire essences to take root in their bodies, and then the magic had been reintroduced to create vampires able to access the skein. The aberrations had suffered the same fate.

  “So this memorial will put the minds of the witch communities at rest?” Ajitah asked.

  The high witch inclined her head. “We hope so.” She turned her attention back to me. “So, please, tell me what was so urgent that my grandson demanded an immediate audience with me?”

  I glanced at Drake. “You demanded?”

  He shrugged, looking sheepish.

  The high witch sighed. “I can give you ten more minutes of my time.”

  Fine. I’d have to be quick then. “We need a spell to locate a hinn across realities and bring him here.”

  The high witch’s face froze for a fraction of a second, and then her eyes narrowed. “I’m sorry. I have no idea what a hinn is.”

  She hadn’t questioned my use of the word “realities,” which meant she knew about the multi-verse. I studied her face. Her left eye twitched. “You’re lying.”

  Drake’s cup clattered into his saucer. “Malina. Shit. Seriously?”

  I turned on him. “She’s lying. She knows something. I can feel it.”

  “Malina, maybe we should just—”

  But my focus was on the high witch. “You have your reasons. I get that. But this is bigger than you or the covens. This hinn is the key to stopping the Daughter of Chaos. You know, the entity that’s working with the Kubera to, undoubtedly, reopen the gates of the underworld.” Something flickered across the high witch’s face—uncertainty, maybe? Time to push. “Look, I’m gonna lay it on the line for you. This entity is using my mother’s body to remain anchored to our world. The hinn is carrying my mother’s nagamuni. It’s the one thing that may help her break free from the Daughter of Chaos and weaken it. If we find it, we could throw a spanner in the Kubera’s plans.”

  “What are they planning?” she asked.

  “We don’t know for sure. All we know is they have an army. They could attack at any moment, and we’re flying blind. If we can get my mother back, then hopefully we can get some information. Bound to the entity as she is, she must have picked up on what it plans to do. So, please, if you know something, tell us.”

  She shifted in her seat, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she was uncomfortable.

  “Surely the gods can help you,” she said. “Indra, perhaps? I recall your father having a direct line to him.”

  I looked her straight in the eye. “It was Indra who suggested I come to you. Your coven has a direct link to the skein, to the magic needed to cast a locator spell across the multi-verses. You have the grimoires and the know-how. The gods lost their connection to swarga when they expended most of their power wrestling the shaitan back into the underworld. They used the remainder of their divine power to seal the gates. They are no match for the skein. Not yet.”

  The high witch pinched the bridge of her nose. “I empathize. I truly do. And yes, I recognize what’s at stake, but the spell you seek is prohibited to our kind. The skein is a delicate entity—fragile and intricate. We interfered with it once, a long time ago. We attempted to force it to do something…abhorrent, and we almost lost access to it. We almost lost our magic.”

  Was she talking about Velocity? I traded glances with Drake, who nodded.

  The high witch continued, “The skein is more than the source of our magic. It is the glue that binds the multi-verses. There are other worlds, outside of ours, pressing up against it. The fabric of all these worlds lies in delicate balance. To push and pull and probe could result in a rip or tear that could threaten all our worlds. The specific spell you seek could doom us all. For this reason, the covens took an oath to take only what was given and demand nothing more from the skein.”

  “Which is why the Kubera using vamp-witches is so dangerous.”

  “Yes. These vampires don’t understand the skein, or what it can do. They are like leeches greedily drawing from it. The priority must be to cut off their access.”

  “Even if we did manage to find the spell without your help, we couldn’t cast it. Not without risking a tear?” Oh man. this was getting more and more complicated by the second. I just needed that bloody nagamuni, and I needed it now. I exhaled slowly and met her gaze once more. “There must be some way around this.”

  The high witch tucked in her chin and was silent for a long beat. When she looked up, her icy gaze was saturated with resolve. “You will need to find a witch whose magic isn’t reliant on the skein. One who draws power directly from the earth’s core.”

  Drake sat up a little straigh
ter. “There’s no such thing.”

  The high witch turned her attention to him, her brow arching delicately. “Would I suggest it if it weren’t true?” Her tone was frost-fire.

  Drake picked up his cup and gulped.

  This was good; it meant there was hope. “Where would we find such a witch?”

  “I’m sorry. That is something I can’t help you with. I’ve already said too much.” She stood and smoothed the skirts on her gown. “I will offer you this, though. If you succeed in locating the witch, I will petition the covens for release of the locator spell.” She raised both brows, waiting.

  I nodded. “I can live with that.”

  “Good. Penelope will see you out.”

  Then she vanished.

  “Crap. I didn’t get a chance to ask her about the hinn itself.”

  “Maybe this will help?” Penelope entered the room, a leather-bound book clutched in her hand. “There are accounts of strange and wonderful creatures in this journal.” She passed it to Drake, who flipped it open and studied the pages.

  “It’s written using the Theban alphabet,” he said.

  She nodded. “The witch who wrote it professed to have traveled between worlds and witnessed these beings with his own eyes. See the illustrations? Beautifully rendered. Anyway, one day, he just disappeared.”

  “Probably got stuck in one of those realities,” Ajitah said.

  Drake looked up from the text. “Thank you, Pen, this is great.” He dropped his gaze back to the squiggles on the page.

  She licked her lips. “If you need help translating it…”