Free Dark Heart of Magic by Jennifer Estep

ceiling made out of alternating panes of black-and-white stained glass. With the sun setting, the glass cast more shadows than light.
    Claudia had left the celebration as well and was sitting behind an ebony desk on the first floor of the library. Behind her, a series of glass doors led out to a balcony that offered more sweeping views of the grounds. A pair of silver reading glasses perched on her nose, but she didn’t glance up from the papers she was poring over as I stalked toward her.
    â€œI was wondering how long it would take you to charge in here,” Claudia murmured. “You’re late. I expected you five minutes ago.”
    â€œSorry,” I sniped. “I got waylaid by well-wishers.”
    Claudia arched an eyebrow, but she kept right on reading.
    â€œWhat’s so fascinating?” I sniped again. “Are you jotting down all your secret desires there in your diary?”
    That finally got her to snort, pull off her glasses, and raise her gaze to mine. “Hardly. I was reviewing Devon’s report about the tree troll incident in the square. What did you bribe the troll with to get it to stop throwing fruit at people?”
    â€œHow do you know that I bribed it with anything?”
    â€œBecause that’s what your mother would have done.” Claudia leaned back in her chair. “Serena always preferred trying to reason with the monsters to killing them. It was one of the things I admired most about her.”
    I stared at her, wondering at her soft, sad tone, but Claudia knew better than to look into my eyes and let me see what she was really feeling. Annoyance spurted through me. That was the problem with letting people in on your secrets, especially your magic and what you could do with it. They started figuring out ways to get around your Talents. I liked knowing what other people were feeling—it had helped me stay alive this long.
    Talking about my mom was another one of those things that made me uncomfortable, so I wandered over to a bookcase that took up one wall of the library. All sorts of pretty knickknacks gleamed on the shelves—porcelain keepsake boxes, sterling silver letter openers, crystal picture frames. I scanned the items, wondering if I might pocket one or two while Claudia wasn’t watching and use them for my game with Mo. I might ostensibly be going straight these days, but it was good to keep in practice. You never knew when a pair of light fingers might help you out of a sticky situation.
    So I bent down, pretending to admire a photo of my mom with a blond woman I didn’t recognize. There were lots of shots of my mom in here, since she’d been a member of the Family for years before she’d left Cloudburst Falls. But she seemed especially happy in this photo, grinning at the blond woman as if the two of them were good friends.
    â€œSee anything you like?” Claudia called out.
    As I turned to face her, I dropped my hand down by my side and palmed a small jet statue shaped like a lochness, complete with sapphire eyes and several small tentacles, off one of the shelves.
    I shrugged and slid the statue into my pants pocket. “Nothing that would interest Mo.”
    Claudia scowled. As part of my agreeing to work for the Sinclairs, I’d forced Claudia to appoint Mo as the Family broker, the person responsible for, well, brokering all the Family’s business deals. Claudia and Mo had some history I didn’t know about, but she seemed to almost openly loathe him at times, while he enjoyed needling her like it was his new favorite sport.
    I leaned my elbow on one of the bookcase shelves, knocking a few pictures out of alignment. Claudia’s nose wrinkled. She was almost as fussy about things being in place in her library as Reginald was about the rest of the mansion looking up to snuff. I grinned. I liked annoying her. It wasn’t smart, but it was the only bit of rebellion I could get away with, since I was stuck