About Medici of Ackbarr:
The words from Lin’s journal haunt Mika as she gains her Medici qualifications. Left homeless by his death, she tries to escape her grief by burying herself in her work, only to discover both old and new enemies waiting in the wings.
The events in this book take place about five years after those in “Blood Lore.”
Book Two of The Medici Chronicles
Excerpt:
As the evening darkened, Mika fell into a half sleep on the bed, tired from the long day. Tamar hadn’t come back yet and the cottage was quiet. The wind rustled through the leaves outside the window, soft sounds calling her soul to come out and play. Silky kitten steps tracked through her mind, a presence stealthily moving closer. The sway and twitch of a tail, hypnotic, tense, every hair alive with anticipation. She smiled with the memories of hunting, alive in the night.
She shifted in her stupor, her mouth opening to call, to warn of a danger that no one else would see. Her body twisted in the bedclothes, knotting her shirt around her waist. Frustration built at the constraints and a growl burst from her as the cat pounced and took over.
The cat crouched on the floor, back claws unsheathed and tore the shirt from her changed body. It shook the remains of fabric from her and looked around the dim room. Mika’s mind shrieked in dismay. Nothing to hold, the cat flicked her away, dismissing her superiority. It was in control. It stalked the room, sniffed the table, brushed past the bed, marking its territory by swiping a cheek against it. It was too small in here, too confined.
A clawed paw scraped at the door. Mika had a moment of relief, thinking it wouldn’t be able to get out. She looked with it as it snuffled the air through the cracks. Then it raised itself and knocked at the latch. She went cold within the confines of her prison. The latch rattled. Another blow and it came loose. The door swung open with a claw hooking it towards her.
She could see the corridor through the cat’s eyes. An unholy mix of cat and intellect. It was no longer a pure being thinking only of the next moment. It had learned, watching through her, in the same way that she had. How could she have not realised this? She was as separate from it as she had been so many years ago. She had no way to persuade it, a predator stalking the rooms of the hospice. The shutters rattled in the corridor and the cat started, growling. Mika hoped that everyone else was out, that Tamar hadn’t come back…
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