Free Cast in Hellfire: An Urban Fantasy Romance (The Mage Craft Series Book 2) by S.M. Reine Page A

about it? Who cares if I am?”
    “I believe that triadists recently tried to kill me,” Marion said.
    “Konig thinks your assassins were triadists? Huh.” Seth took folded pages out of the inside of his jacket. Showed them to Dana. They were drawings of men: Oliver Machado and two that Marion didn’t recognize. “Do you know any of these people?”
    She studied the pages from a distance without taking them. “No.”
    “Not even this one?” Seth lifted the picture of Oliver Machado.
    Dana shook her head. “I doubt all triadists want anyone dead. That’d be like saying bald people want you dead. Triadists aren’t a unified community—just a bunch of people who agree on a few philosophies. Like the fact that there are three gods kicking around.”
    Marion frowned. “Three?” The triadists couldn’t know too much, then. The only gods were Elise and James.
    “Yeah. Three. And yeah, we’ve got access to unseelie magic,” Dana said. “This one triadist, Brother Marshall, had friends among the old Winter Court. He shares with anyone who can find his church.”
    “So you didn’t have anything to do with the recent attempts on Marion’s life?” Seth asked.
    “I’ve got better shit to do than that. A city to run. Vampire asses to kick.” Dana finally took the drawings. “I can pass these around to some triadist friends of mine. See if anyone knows who they are.” She spotted the photo that Marion was holding. She ripped it out of Marion’s hand. “Don’t touch my shit.”
    “We’re cousins or something, aren’t we?” Marion asked. “That’s why you’re a triadist. You believe in the gods because you’re related to me.”
    “Your mom raised me after my parents died,” Dana said. “We don’t have one gods-damned drop of blood in common.”
    “But we did grow up together.”
    Dana scowled, shoving the photo into her pocket. “Yeah.”
    And here Marion had been thinking she only had one sister, who was a god. She really had two. This one seemed to hate her even though they’d looked so happy in the photograph.
    Now that Marion realized they had a relationship, she knew why some of Dana’s enchanted armor resonated with her so strongly. There was ethereal magic woven in with the gaean, unseelie, and infernal stuff. “I made that helmet,” Marion said. “Didn’t I?”
    “Penny made the helmet, you enchanted it. It’s not like I even wear it most of the time.”
    But when Marion stretched out her senses, she felt her magic coming from the gauntlets too. Those fireballs that Dana had been throwing—those were Marion’s design. “Why don’t you like me?”
    “That’s cute, that’s really cute,” Dana said. “Don’t tell me I’ve hurt poor Marion’s feelings .”
    “Hey,” Seth said sharply.
    Dana jabbed her finger at the map he was holding. “That’s everything you need to find Arawn and the Canope, if you’re smart about it. You’ll have to find your own way into Sheol. I’m not giving you my contacts to get into the Nether Worlds.”
    “I think we’ve gotten enough from you,” Seth said. “Come on, Marion.”
    She didn’t follow him to the door. She gazed in hopeless confusion at Dana.
    That look of anger, annoyance, hatred—it wasn’t unlike the looks that Marion got from various members of the Autumn Court, the angels, and almost everyone else who had known her before she’d lost her memory. “I can’t make things right between us if you don’t give me the opportunity.”
    “Tell you what,” Dana said. “You get the Canope, you get your memories back, and you remember it all on your own. If you’re still feeling all butt-hurt about this, we’ll talk. But I think you’ll get it, and you’ll feel like shit for having the nerve to show up in my city once that happens. Now go away.”
    Seth’s hand slipped into Marion’s, holding her firmly as he guided her out of the condo.
    Everyone who knew Marion hated her. Even someone who had been raised as her