Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
To be continued...
The Shape Shifter Chronicles
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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CHAPTER ONE
In the week before Christmas, the mall was packed with people frantically seeking out last minute gifts. Clothes flew off the shelves — as did games, books, jewelry, and of course, toys. The shoppers had bundled up in their warmest clothes, mostly dull in color, and appeared to be nothing more than dots of gray and muted red moving about on the polished tile floor. In the center of the mall, an artificial pine tree stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Cheap ornaments, garishly colored with sparkling paints and glues, hung on the green plastic branches. The base of the tree was covered in fake snow and a small train had been set up for children, offering their parents a few moments of peace. Christmas carols blared over the speaker system, occasionally interrupted for news of a sale in one of the many stores.
On the second level, a woman leaned against the imitation chrome cylinder that served as a railing, looking below her with disinterest. She glanced at the brown leather watch on her right wrist. He was late. Typical. Onyx straightened up, running her large hands over the smooth railing. She was waiting for Blackjack and she had a feeling he was late just to piss her off.
It had been about five months since the change in leadership among the assassins, culminating in the brutal deaths of Adara and Gia. Neither Onyx nor Blackjack had lost much sleep over it, both having bigger things to be concerned about. Loyalty was never the most important thing to assassins. Money, however, was vital, and that was exactly what Adara’s biggest client offered the two assassins, the man who helped Blackjack take the position Adara had held for many years. They didn’t know much about the man. He was powerful — more powerful than anyone they had ever encountered before. He had made contact the night after the debacle with the Four, but would only communicate with Blackjack and had no interest in speaking with Onyx. As long as he paid, she couldn’t care less.
Onyx glanced to the right and blinked a few times, not believing her eyes. Blackjack was approaching, but he looked different. He no longer wore his brown trench coat, or any of his usual apparel. Instead, he wore a powder blue shirt and tan slacks, which made him look like an CEO on vacation.
“What the hell?” Onyx said the first thing that popped into her mind. Blackjack just glanced to the lower level, ignoring her.
“The sun rose red today,” he mentioned, resting his weight against the railing, not looking at Onyx. His eyes stayed focused on the people below them. People rushed around on the second level as well. A few men glanced in Onyx’s direction, taking in her toned body with suggestive eyes. It took every ounce of will power Onyx had not to throw punches. Humans were a plague and she would not miss them when they inevitably died out.
“Been at the vodka again, Blackjack?” she asked. What remained of her patience was long gone. Blackjack met her yellow eyes.
“I suppose it’s lucky we’re not at sea,” he replied in a bored tone.
“Do we have a job or did you just want to watch the fascinating spectacle of parasites losing their minds over yet another holiday?”
Blackjack smirked as he continued watching the stressed out humans below them. Onyx shook her head and looked out over the mall, knowing she could be a smartass to him because he owed her. Only a few months prior, the legendary assassin had narrowly escaped capture by the Four. Onyx had helped him get away unseen.
“He’s sending out a team,” Blackjack replied evenly. “Which means we must act as gracious hosts and make some changes to accommodate them.”
Onyx frowned. “Changes?”
Blackjack grinned, a gleeful spark in his eye. The two assassins glanced below them when they heard the sound of a child screaming. A young boy dressed mostly in blue was clinging onto the small train, refusing to leave. “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” started playing on the mall’s sound system, masking the sounds of the young human’s tantrum.
“Funny how humans think of color. If an animal in a song aimed at children has a red nose, it’s considered adorable. Yet red is also the color of danger, sex, and of course, blood,” Blackjack continued thinking aloud.
“Yeah, it’s a mad world,” Onyx retorted with a roll of her eyes. “What kind of changes?”
“Mr. Carding, the Corporation’s liaison, requires that we dress in proper attire and follow a few other . . . small rules of his,” Blackjack responded as he looked at her clothing. Onyx’s yellow eyes narrowed as she crossed her toned arms. She was wearing a contemporary look with subtle western touches, nothing that made her stand out.
“What do you mean proper attire?” she growled. She knew Blackjack thought he was above her and that was why he enjoyed tormenting her. He wanted her to recognize his status as a better assassin and it was annoying as hell.
“He’s quite strict about the way subordinates dress and behave around him and his associates,” he replied, enjoying how infuriated she was. “They abhor the color black, so under no circumstances are we to have anything black on us, weapons included. You are not allowed to carry a weapon in their presence. You must wear a modest business suit, neutral in color. No pants or slacks, you have to wear a skirt that goes down to at least your knees. Your hair has to be tied back, tightly—”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Onyx grumbled, interrupting Blackjack. She ran a hand through her long dark hair.
“I never kid. Should you break any of his rules, the team will not hesitate to eliminate you,” Blackjack finished. Onyx glared at him, not believing her ears.
“So basically I’m to act as a pet the entire time the team is here,” she summarized, scowling when Blackjack nodded. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Blackjack asked. Onyx pointedly looked him up and down.
“According to you, they don’t like black. What about your name? Should I just call you Jack?” she asked, obviously baiting him. Blackjack shook his head.
“They have no problem with my name. We already discussed it. I will also have to wear neutral colors for the duration of their stay, but it will be worth it to see you wearing a skirt,” he responded coolly.
“Blackjack, if you wanted to see my legs, you only had to ask,” Onyx replied with a teasing smile.
“You are also expected to conduct yourself modestly, which means no wanton flirtation or cussing.” Blackjack berated her as if Onyx were a misbehaving child. “And remember, it has to be a modest business suit. Don’t dress like a common rodeo prostitute for once.”
Onyx clenched her jaw so tight it felt like it would snap. She was beginning to tire of the cloak-and-dagger routine. She didn’t understand why they couldn’t just kill the hybrid bastard in the old-fashioned way. Clenching her fists a few times, Onyx finally nodded in acquiescence.
“There’s a good girl,” Blackjack praised, turning to look back at the shoppers below them. “If all goes well, soon we’ll no longer have to share space with these parasites.”
“When will the Corporation’s people arrive?” Onyx asked.
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“End of the week,” Blackjack answered. “You’re to pick the team up at the train station and drop them off wherever they want. You are not to speak to them unless you’re spoken to. You won’t be.”
“I thought they’d be staying with us.”
“You thought wrong. They don’t share quarters with subordinates.” Blackjack glanced over to Onyx. “And you are not to interfere with their business. We’re to be their servants for however long they stay, meaning we do what we’re told and don’t ask questions.”
Onyx rolled her eyes. “You’re sure we need them?”
“The Grenich Corporation is more powerful than any client we’ve had before. You want to be on the right side of a war, or you’ll end up another nameless casualty,” Blackjack responded in a tone that clearly told her the matter was closed. She shrugged, not concerned with anything other than being paid. Grenich was paying a good sum to her and Blackjack to stay the hell out of the way for the most part. They were to act as inside informants, city guides, and nothing more. It was a strange request, but the Corporation paid enough for their silence. Somewhere below them, the high-pitched scream of another child’s tantrum echoed throughout the mall.
“We both have things to do. You need a new wardrobe and I have business to attend to,” Blackjack said, pushing off the railing he had been leaning on.
“Still looking for the Key?” Onyx asked, cocking an eyebrow at the legendary assassin. She knew how angry he was about his failure to retrieve the Key months ago. It had practically been in his hands and he still managed to lose it.
“No,” he grumbled. Onyx snorted and shook her head. She loved it when Blackjack failed. It reminded him he was nothing special.
“Face it, Blackjack. You’re losing your touch. Best to just let the team do their job,” Onyx comforted with mock sympathy. Blackjack turned away from her and she knew it was because he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him angry. She just smirked as she looked across the mall again. They were both lower than official Grenich operatives, but in the world of assassins, Blackjack still assumed he was top dog. It amused Onyx to no end the few times he was proven wrong.
“I’m going to make sure everything is in order for the team’s arrival. Go get a skirt, and try to behave,” he called over his shoulder, disappearing around a corner.
Onyx turned to leave the opposite way. She knew if she wanted to live to see another day, she’d have to follow Carding’s ridiculous demands. She didn’t like it, but she would do it. No assassin knew much about Carding or Grenich. Few had even heard of the powerful organization. The only thing they knew about Grenich was if someone crossed or disobeyed the organization or its operatives, that unfortunate individual would vanish, never to be seen or heard from again.
Onyx walked back into the crowd of frantic human shoppers. Something big was coming, and she wanted to make sure she was on the right side of whatever it was.
*~*~*~*~*
In the Meadows, Isis sat in the meeting room of the guardian women. Four individuals sat across from her. Aneurin, head of the guardian men, sat to the right, near the end of the table, studying the parchment in front of him. Jet and Lilly, head of the faction of shape shifters called protectors, sat to the left — Jet looking less than pleased. Lilly had a neutral expression, with her hands crossed in front of her on the table. Adonia, queen of the guardian women, sat between Jet and Aneurin. She looked calm and gracious as ever. Isis bit the inside of her cheek in pure annoyance. Almost five months had passed since the whole debacle with Coop and the Key and Aneurin still insisted on holding “meetings,” which Isis was convinced were held to make her feel like a criminal.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, her fingers rhythmically drumming against her bicep. The long wooden table in front of her was bare save for the parchment that sat in front of the two guardians and the leaders of the protectors. She assumed it was a record of offenses she had committed. Isis continued to sit still, just staring straight ahead, and biting her tongue. After a moment, she started fidgeting with her clothing. She was wearing one of her favorite black backless tops with grayish-tan pants and black boots that went above her ankle. She had planned to go shopping downtown with Shae, until Jet sprang the news of the meeting on her. Isis had been about to protest, but saw how angry he was and chose to keep her complaints to herself.
Isis looked at the individuals across from her again, studying them. Her eyes fell on Adonia, her biological great-grandmother. She wore a soft lilac dress made of a shimmering material Isis recognized as guardian silk. It added to the grace Adonia always exuded. She glanced up and her soft green eyes met Isis’ — which were also green today — and she smiled at her. Isis smiled politely back before looking over at Jet.
Jet wore a dark blue shirt and black jeans, which made him stand out in the Meadows. He didn’t seem to care. Isis chalked it up to the fact that Jet had practically been raised in the Meadows. He was more at ease around the guardians than any other shape shifter Isis had met in the short time since discovering her heritage. He sat tilted back in his ornate wooden chair, arms folded across his chest. It was hard to say who was more fed up with the frequent meetings: Isis or Jet.
Beside him sat his lovely wife, Lilly. She held herself with a regal air, clothed in a dress of bright green velvet, which made her sapphire blue eyes stand out. Lilly also seemed comfortable in the Meadows, but Isis knew it was likely because she had originally been a guardian before she had become a leader of the protectors. Lilly was a wise and levelheaded leader, someone who Isis had grown to respect since she came to live at the mansion. Lilly studied the parchment before her, her slender fingers drifting over the gold lily charm she wore at her throat.
Isis next looked to the final man, who was sitting at the opposite end of the table. Aneurin sat on Adonia’s right side. He wore a dark blue tunic with gold trim, something similar to how Isis always pictured the ancient Greeks dressing. He had dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He drummed his fingers on the table. Pursing his lips as he studied the parchment, his eyes drifted back and forth over the print, but Isis doubted he was actually reading whatever was written on there. Aneurin finally dropped the parchment and folded his hands on it, smiling at Isis. It was a smile that made her want to smack him.
“Well, I can hardly remember our last meeting. It feels like it has been half an eternity,” Aneurin said, chuckling at his own joke.
“It was last week,” Jet grumbled, his eyes remaining on the ceiling. Lilly whispered his name and shook her head when he glanced over at her. Isis tried not to smile at the leader’s retort, which proved near impossible. Though she would never outright admit it, Isis truly admired Jet. He knew when to make a stand and when to back down. In the short time she had known him, Isis could always count on him to have her back.
“I’m sorry, Jet. Not all of us live among mortals,” Aneurin sighed. His tone, though congenial, indicated that was a barb at Jet. Jet put the legs of the chair back on the floor, clenching his jaw. Isis continued to fidget with the sleeve of her shirt, boredom beginning to get the better of her.
“Aneurin, perhaps you could just tell us the purpose of this meeting,” Adonia suggested evenly. Jet looked in Isis’ direction, though not directly at her, and shook his head. Lilly kept her attention on the two guardians.
“All right. Isis,” Aneurin turned back to her with the same infuriating smile. “Where is Coop?”
“Not again,” Jet muttered, running his hand over his hair and even Lilly sat back. Isis knew they were sick and tired of going over the damn incident repeatedly. She could tell Jet was angry with her for the possible part she played in Coop’s escape, but he was even angrier with Aneurin for making it seem like she had caused the entire event.
“Jet,” Adonia warned, looking to the exasperated shape shifter. Jet shook his head and straightened his posture. Isis kept her eyes on Aneurin’s, her gaze unwavering.
“I don’t know,” she answered t
ruthfully.
“Mm,” he nodded as he looked back to the parchment in front of him. “Please refresh my memory. You met him in a bar, correct?”
“A dance club, to be specific,” Isis responded. Jet, Lilly, and Adonia remained silent, allowing Aneurin to continue his questioning.
“That’s right. Tell me, what were you doing there?” Aneurin continued, sitting back in the ornate chair. Isis remembered her sister telling her that most of the furniture in the Meadows had been hand-carved by the messengers of the forest realm. Everything in the Meadows had been handmade by guardians or messengers.
“Rebelling,” she responded. Even though Isis was being a smartass, she was telling the truth. She was curious about where Aneurin was going with his vague line of questioning. Lilly glanced at her, but remained quiet.
“Was there any kind of,” Aneurin tilted his head from side to side as if searching for the right word, “attraction between the two of you?”
Jet, Lilly, and Adonia all twisted in their chairs, staring at him. They obviously had no idea where his questions were going.
“Aneurin, perhaps you could tell us what you’re looking for?” Adonia asked. Isis could tell Jet wanted to say something as well, but was holding his tongue. Lilly had a quizzical expression but remained quiet.
“It’s a simple question, Isis,” Aneurin addressed her, not looking at the others at the table. “Please answer it.”
“Aneurin, are you questioning her loyalty?” Lilly asked, her dark blue eyes not moving from the guardian. Aneurin turned to face Jet and Lilly, obviously fed up with what he saw as blatant disrespect.
“It’s a legitimate question, especially considering the environment she’s currently living in,” he replied.
“The environment she’s living in? It’s going to be about my wife and me this time? There’s a change,” Jet snapped. Lilly laid a hand over his, saying his name again. Isis was surprised by the sudden hostility from the protector leader. She had heard Jet get annoyed at guardians before, but never outright angry. Then again, she had never heard a guardian blatantly insult his family the way Aneurin did.
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