Free Mystik Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 2) by Brenda Trim, Tami Julka Page B

over a century. He identified heavily with his mother’s Native American heritage, but the door always brought him closer to his father, and this part of his heritage.
    He, along with Zander and the other Dark Warriors, had built the home piece by piece. It had been Zander’s sister, Breslin, who had the idea that the entrance to the home they shared be a symbol of the heritage they all shared, uniting them despite their differences. The massive twelve foot doors had taken many weeks to carve, and contained the blood of each warrior. Jace and Gerrick had used that collective blood to cast powerful shielding and glamour spells over the building and surrounding property, ultimately providing the realm’s strongest protection.
    As he continued his search for Evzen, thoughts of protection had him wondering if there was a way to keep all realm females safe. It had been a blow to hear that the archdemons were targeting females, and the thought that they had a way of detecting whether or not they were Fated Mates was frightening. The very idea was appalling.
    Jace entered the library and saw Gerrick and Evzen deep in conversation. Seeing Gerrick made him realize that the rising tensions and tempers in the house made the surliest warrior of the compound seem the least unpleasant at the moment. Gerrick had always worn his bitterness as openly as the scar marring his handsome face, but since the accident the night before, he was the only of them who had managed to shove his negativity aside. He was focused and ready to help. Jace had learned recently that the loss of Gerrick’s Fated Mate drove him to ensure no one suffered like he had. He appreciated having the formidable warrior at his back.
    Jace clapped Gerrick on the shoulder as he crossed the room to Evzen. “Sir,” Jace bowed his head in deference to Evzen, “you wanted to see me before we leave?”
    Evzen tipped his head in acknowledgment. “Yes. Have a seat,” he said gesturing to the nearby leather sofas. He sat next to Gerrick, and contemplated his cousin and their roles in the realm.
    Jace had been in line to become Guild Master until he had been abducted by Angelica. During his captivity, the Great War claimed Jace’s parents, and so the position fell to the next person in their family line - Evzen. Initially, after his rescue, he had been angry over all that Lady Angelica had taken from him. Now, he was glad that Evzen held that role, as he had become one of the most powerful sorcerers the realm had ever known.
    Jace’s churning thoughts turned to the matter at hand as he scanned the shelves, looking for a book that may help. There was everything from the history of the Valkyrie, to books of witchcraft spells and incantations, to ledgers documenting various demons encountered during the course of the war.
    “I wanted to provide you with all the information I have about Ms. Laveau,” Evzen said as he sat across from him. “Marie is a cunning, dangerous, and enigmatic female. And paranoid, with good reason of course. As the Voodoo Queen, she has many enemies. It is said that she has obtained various tomes containing spells and potions for many different species, and that is how she is able to develop and sell her tinctures. No one, especially the Fae, is happy that she has learned how to counter their enchantments. Needless to say, she uses everything at her disposal to hide and protect herself. The God Kalfu is capricious, and you can guarantee that, as her father, he has added to her arsenal. You must also know that you won’t be able to approach her without going through one of her Mambos. They are her gatekeepers, so to speak. Rumor has it that she lives deep in the swamps, but no one knows for sure. Wherever she lives will be glamoured, and protected with various layers of magic and creatures.”
    Just an average day in the life of a Dark Warrior, Jace thought wryly. He had known Marie was powerful, but not that she was the daughter of a God. “Magic we