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Sin & Magic (Demigod of San Francisco #2)
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I’ve agreed to work for a Demigod. My job? Find the spirit of his mother and release her before his vengeful father finds out and kills us all.
Have I lost my mind?
Thankfully, I don’t have to do it alone. Kieran has brought in help: a Necromancer who loves to flirt with danger. Bria can help me find the clues to free Kieran’s mom.
She can also help me learn my potent and extremely terrifying magic.
But as we work deeper into magical San Francisco, we uncover a minefield waiting to explode. I’m learning that there are far worse things than death.
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“Hello, yes, may I speak to Detective McLaughlin, please?” I asked the woman on the phone.
My ward, Mordecai, was on the mend, healing at incredible rates now that his human body was no longer rejecting his shifter magic, so I had a little time to look after my obligations. When I told a spirit I’d do a certain thing, I followed through. Which was why I was currently speaking to someone at a police station in New York City. I was making good on the final request of the uptight ghost I’d encountered at the magical showcase in the non-magical zone. A detective in life, the poor sod had hoped to use me to resolve his final case.
“Whom may I ask is calling?” the woman asked.
“Jane. Fon…tain.” I grimaced. I should’ve practiced giving the fake name. I hated lying—I was no good at it. “Jane Fontain. I have some information Detective McLaughlin is looking for. Probably. Should be looking for, at any rate.”
I drummed my fingers on my beat-up, round table straddling the line between my tiny kitchen and small living room. It was as close as we had to a dining room.
Daisy, my other ward, a fourteen-year-old going on fifty, sauntered into the kitchen with threadbare sweats and brown hair snarled at the back of her head.
“‘Mornin’,” she mumbled, her sleepy eyes barely open. Bright light streamed through the kitchen window, cutting across her face as she passed it. She reeled back like she’d been slapped before putting up her palm to shield her eyes. “What’s up with the weather?”
Near the ocean in San Francisco, late August was usually a hovering fog bank. The air was so thick with moisture that the street glistened. Curly-haired people walked around like they’d just stuck a fork in an electric socket. But every so often, Mother Nature gave us a treat, and cleared away the dull gray muck for a day or two of lovely blue skies and warm sun. This was weather we could expect in October. It was a little early.
The music coming through the phone switched from one cool jazz song to the next.
Daisy yanked open the freezer door. “What time are you starting again?” she asked, staring into the icy depths. I really needed to defrost it one of these days.
I sighed and scrubbed my hand across my face. I needed to do a lot of things. But they’d have to wait, because I’d gone and said I’d work for Demigod Kieran, Valens’s possessive and dangerous son, who wanted to help his deceased mother cross over from the land of the living. All signs pointed to Valens holding her spirit hostage somehow. I needed to find out how, and fix the problem.
All without ending up dead myself.
This was what I got for my stick-to-itiveness when it came to helping spirits: I got myself in trouble. Because if there was one certainty in life, it was that you didn’t want to mess with Valens. He was one of the most ruthless and cunning Demigods in the world, and he ran magical San Francisco like a despot. Not even the best spies could get away with visiting the city undetected. People who had been contract killing for decades were brought up short after one trip into Valens’s territory. Everyone knew it. Everyone (rightfully) feared him.
And somehow I thought I could get one over on him? Me. The twenty-five-year-old nincompoop whose magic mostly worked on dead people?
I was about to join them.
I rubbed my eyes. “Twelve. Someone is supposed to meet me here and escort me to Kieran’s office.”
Daisy pulled out a beat-up ice cream carton before slamming the freezer door shut. “I thought it was in the government building.” She sidled over to the utensil drawer. “Why would they need to escort you?”
“Why do they hide in my bushes? Why do they follow me around? They’ve been misguided into thinking I’m important.”
I grimaced with the lie, and then grimaced with outing myself by grimacing. Thankfully Daisy’s back was still turned.
I wasn’t sure if I was important, but I knew exactly why Kieran’s guys were hiding in my bushes, watching me. Protecting me.
I wasn’t the Ghost Whisperer I’d always thought I was—the lowly peon who couldn’t find a decent job with the mostly useless skill of seeing and hearing ghosts.
It took Kieran muscling me into a proper magical assessment for me to learn that almost no one could see and hear ghosts like I could. And that I wasn’t actually a Ghost Whisperer at all. Instead, I was something much more dangerous: the heretofore unknown daughter of an unbalanced Demigod of Hades, who’d saddled me with one of the most feared types of magic in history. I was a Spirit Walker, the rarest form of Necromancer.
Ghost Whispering no longer seemed that bad. Which was why I planned on letting the kids think it was still my jam.