Magic Forged (Hall of Blood and Mercy #1)(5)

“You shouldn’t,” he smoothly corrected. “You’re our Adept now. How would it look to everyone else?”

“Like I’m grieving the loss of my parents?” I had to peer up at him, but that didn’t mean much. I’m pretty short, so I have to peer up at practically everyone.

“You’re our Adept,” he repeated. “You need to be more aware of what that means, and what it means to House Medeis.”

This was probably why Mason and I didn’t talk much. He was a super big fan of having a pecking order in the House and observing tradition—neither of which I loved, though I probably should have because it was most likely the only thing that made him support me as Adept.

“You’re over thinking it,” I said, doing my best to sound pleasant rather than sour. “My parents loaded the dishwasher and took trash out just like everyone else in House Medeis. No one is going to judge us if I help take some of the pictures down so I can get away from these coffins.” The last word seemed to hit my gag reflex on the way out of my mouth.

Mason pressed his lips together, but before he could dig in and really complain, my salvation arrived.

“Dear Adept,” Felix said with a voice as balmy as a beach sunset. “You’ve been standing for hours. Why don’t you sit for a bit?”

“Yeah.” Momoko appeared just behind his shoulder and eyed me doubtfully. “You look like you might throw up.”

Together, Felix and Momoko made a striking image.

For starters, Felix personified beauty. No, he wasn’t handsome, but awesomely beautiful. He outshone a lot of vampires and fae lords and ladies with his bright gold hair, unfathomably blue eyes, slender body, and angelic smile that worked almost as well as a fae persuasion spell.

The toddler that sat on his hip and drooled on his crisp black dress shirt didn’t dampen his general aura of beauty, but instead seemed to amplify it.

Momoko, though also gorgeous, was his exact opposite. She had midnight black hair, eyes so dark they appeared black, and generally looked like she enjoyed lurking around graveyards with the amount of black and gray she wore.

Despite her appearance, Momoko was more of an optimist than Felix, and Felix had the personality of a warthog, and spent hours weightlifting every week in a failed attempt to bulk up. But both of them used their appearances to put people off balance, and they wielded their looks with the same finesse they handled their magic.

It worked, even on people who knew them, like Mason.

“Ahh, Felix and Momoko. I wondered where you two had run off.” Mason nodded at the duo, but shifted ever-so-slightly away from them.

Felix smiled, setting the volume of his sparkling looks on full blast. “We were occupying Ivy and some of the other children.” He patted the dozing toddler on the back with the ease of practice.

“Until we saw how terrible Hazel looked,” Momoko bluntly said. “Come on, Adept. You can leave your post for a bit.”

Mason rocked back on his heels. “Perhaps that is a good idea,” he delicately said. “Surely I and the other senior members of House Medeis can be stand ins for the moment.”

“Thanks, Mason.”

“It is my honor, Adept.”

Momoko didn’t wait for any more chit-chat. She circled an arm around my shoulders and towed me away, managing to make it look more like a helpful embrace than bodily corralling me. Even though Momoko was a shade under average height, she was still taller than me. That hadn’t been frustrating as a kid. Nope, definitely not.

“Sorry, Hazel,” Momoko said in a voice much softer than the jaded one she had spoken to Mason with. “We should have come sooner.”

“No, I am Adept now.” I sighed big enough to make my bangs flutter. “I needed to be there to receive everyone. And I’ll have to go back eventually.” I offered the pair a shaky smile. “Though I’m hoping House Medeis will hide me for a few minutes when we move there for the luncheon.” We slipped into the foyer of the funeral parlor and made our escape outside without anyone noticing.

Out in the cool spring air the sweaty heat that clouded around me finally dissipated, and some of the tightness in my chest eased.

Felix peered over his shoulder at the closed doors. “What a bunch of vultures.”

Momoko hugged me tightly then joined our childhood friend in scowling at the parlor doors. “I hope House Medeis eats their shoes if they dare to come over.”

“If it doesn’t, we could throw their shoes in the trash and blame it on the House.” The wind ruffled Felix’s blond hair. “It’s not like anyone could prove the House didn’t do it.”

“I thought we tried that excuse as kids when some of the brattier wizard kids from House Rothchild visited,” I said. “I don’t think it ended well for us.”

“Now you’re the Adept,” Felix pointed out. “Through a horrific circumstance, yes. But that doesn’t mean we can’t use it to our advantage.”

I grinned. “If we didn’t, I’d be disappointed with all three of us.” My smile dropped from my lips as I joined them in looking at the funeral parlor. “Thanks, guys. I didn’t think it was possible for me to laugh today.”

Felix and Momoko leaned in until their shoulders touched mine.

We stayed like that, standing under the stormy gray sky with the wind snapping our hair and clothes, until the doors to the funeral parlor opened.