Here is a snippet of Aequitas~ Isles and West, book three.
When she arrived at Edison a half hour later, she parked next to Milly’s Range Rover and rushed inside. Milly and Mariah Tapman— head administrator —met her by the front desk.
Mariah hung her head for a moment. “We have Beca stable, but she’s weak and injured. Her left wrist and right foot are sprained and she has multiple bruises on bones and flesh. Her energy is depleted, and her mind…” Mariah sighed, and then took a deep breath. “Her mind has taken a beating as well. Whoever attacked her did a bang-up job of causing her physical and mental harm.”
“How are you treating her?” Milly asked.
“We have her in the children’s section under the protection of several energy barriers. Right now we’re having her body and spirit cleansed of the dark taint that attacked her. We calmed her mind, but it will take time for nightmares— both when she’s awake and asleep —to fade. She’ll probably be out until this afternoon.”
Currently, it was around two-thirty in the morning.
“Where’s Evie? Teri and Laird?” Delilah asked.
“Laird is sitting with Beca, Teri and Evie are waiting for you in my office. Go on up— the office is yours.”
“Thank you, Mariah,” Milly said. “We’ll talk to you soon.”
“Take care,” Mariah replied.
Delilah gave a nod, worry coursing through her as she and Milly began walking down the hall then taking a flight of stairs to the second floor. Mariah’s office was three doors down and to the left. Teri was sitting on the couch, a packet of tissues in hand. She stood immediately as they walked into the room.
“Thank Glory you’re here!” she cried as she stood.
Delilah embraced her first, and then Milly.
“Sit back down, Teri,” Delilah said gently. “Mariah has caught us up on Beca’s condition. You know the drill— tell us what happened.”
Delilah grabbed a chair, as did Milly, and sat in front of the couch. Evie was sitting beside Teri.
“I woke around one in the morning,” Teri began, hands bunching the tissues between them, “because I felt this deep sense of something in the house. Our house is well-guarded because of my work.” She was a highly regarded medium, who worked with both law enforcement and privately with families. “Nothing should have gotten in, and I felt nothing attaching itself to Beca.”
Evie took her hand. “What next?”
“I got out of bed and walked the house, following the sense of darkness. I found it in Beca’s room. I walked inside and she was…hovering five or so feet above the bed.” The tears fell harder. “A girl a little older than Beca came into my mind, smiling, and she felt dark. I told her to leave my daughter be. She threw Beca against the wall in return, and then tossed her around the room as I pushed and pushed at her with energy and words. Just like a rag doll. Laird tried to get in the room, but that little girl kept him out.”
Delilah’s heart broke seeing her good friend in so much pain. To see not only a friend, but a co-worker of Leo and Derek fighting so hard… Anger wasn’t a strong enough word for what she was feeling at the moment.
“I shouted ‘Get away from my daughter! I order you out!’ and pushed energy out of myself. Everything stilled— Beca hovered four or so feet above the floor. The little girl came to my mind again, weakened. She told me ‘Tell them this is the first warning’, and then all the windows in the room imploded. I pushed the rest of my energy out and the little girl shattered in my mind. Her spirit shattered, just like the windows. Beca dropped to the floor…we rushed over here…”
“It’s okay, Teri,” Evie soothed. “Beca is going to be okay. She’s safe.”
Teri nodded, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm herself.
“Teri,” Milly said softly, “what did she look like? The girl you saw.”
“Um…waist length dark brown hair, a little lighter than Delilah’s. Light brown eyes, very light skin.” She swallowed, and it looked painful. “She, um…she was wearing a nightgown that looked a couple centuries old.”
“Did she give her name?” Delilah asked. “Or the names of those she was telling you to warn?”
Teri shook her head, and then took a deep breath. “Not the names of those she wanted me to warn, but in mind, just before she shattered, I kept getting the name Rhiannon. Rhiannon. She didn’t say it, but I could feel it.”
“What about a last name?” Milly asked.
Teri dabbed her nose with the tissue. “It was hard to see it. I want to say Trembly, Dembly…”
Delilah froze, recognition gripping her. “Trombley?”
Teri stopped sniffling, locking her gaze to Delilah’s. “Yes. Yes, that’s it. Rhiannon Trombley. Delilah?”
Delilah looked at Milly, who wore an identical expression of shock and dread.
“One of you speak to me?” Teri demanded, standing. Evie stood with her. “Who hurt Beca? Who hurt my child?”
Delilah stood as well, meeting Teri’s gaze head on, swallowing down her emotions because Teri didn’t need them on top of her own. “Rhiannon Trombley. Seraphina Tay’s second born.”
Two families. Over two centuries. Countless victims.
It all comes down to this…
Delilah Isles has been waiting for the Tay family to make their move, and when they do the cost is a heavy one. They attack the young daughter of a close family friend, which forces Delilah to go up the mountain and start the investigation that has been two centuries in the making.
The Tays have been planning the moment of battle since their deaths, and Delilah knows that she and Milly won’t be able to fight the Tays on their own. But calling in backup brings unexpected consequences. Consequences that Delilah could never have imagined.