by Nova Archer
Table of 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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Table of Contents
WITCHES CAN’T FLY
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
WITCHES CAN’T FLY
by
Nova Archer
IT STARTS WITH A KISS...
Five years ago, virginal witch Lyra Magice had fled powerful dhampir Theron LeNoir's advances. But now an ancient text the dhampir possesses holds the key to solving murders that have plagued Necropolis. When another body is found and evidence points to the Mistress of the city, duty dictates that Lyra work with Theron—a man she regards as haughty, arrogant and immoral—to translate the symbols left at the crime scenes. But with their forced alliance comes darkly sensual dreams that leave her feeling wanton and achy....
Unwilling to reveal his dark past, the dhampir soon discovers that Lyra—a witch of great power—is to be the sacrificial virgin in a demonic scheme to open a portal to hell itself. Salvation will come only if Theron can win Lyra's trust—and her heart.
4 ½ STARS – TOP PICK – RT Book Reviews – 2008 AWARD WINNER for best paranormal romance
“Not to be overshadowed by the supernatural storyline, the relationship between Lyra and Theron is full of chemistry...writing is wonderfully descriptive, and the plot is riveting. This book will definitely hold readers' attention.”
Copyright 2017 by Nova Archer
Previously published by Harlequin Nocturne in 2008 as “Veiled Truth” by Vivi Anna
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CHAPTER ONE
When the uniformed butler opened the oak doors of the LeNoir estate in Nouveau-Monde, Lyra Magice tried not to be impressed. But she was, big time. If the gated estate with the winding, stately, tree-lined driveway didn’t astound, then the two-story stone castle would have.
The butler inclined his head. “Bonsoir Mademoiselle.”
“Bonsoir.” Lyra loved speaking French, the sounds were so musical.
“Monsieur LeNoir would like you to wait in the parlor for him.” He swept his arm toward an arched doorway to the right. “May I take your jacket?”
She shrugged out of her brown wool coat and handed it to the butler. He slung it over his arm and directed her to the parlor room.
The moment she stepped over the threshold, Lyra felt like she was in a Sherlock Holmes book. The room boasted a huge fireplace with an ornate mantle. An old-style sofa and two chairs with end tables sat in front of the crackling flames. Exquisite artwork adorned the walls. Cherry wood floors were stylishly covered with Oriental throw rugs. By the look of them, they were probably worth thousands of dollars a piece. Even the faint sweet smell of pipe tobacco laced the air.
She’d heard Theron LeNoir was wealthy, but truly she had no idea of the extent of it before now.
Lyra turned to ask the butler something, but he was already gone. Theron LeNoir stood in the doorway instead.
Looking the part of the wealthy home owner, he wore dark wool trousers and a button-down shirt with gold cufflinks flashing at the wrists. His dark hair was slicked back from his high forehead but unbound. The ends fell over his ears and brushed the collar of his shirt. At the seminar today he had tied it back giving him a look of elegance and refinement. With his inky black hair flowing around him, he looked sexy and dangerous.
Smiling, he moved into the room toward her. “Bonsoir Lyra. I am pleased you accepted my offer to come to my home.”
“Well, I appreciate the invitation. It’s not every day I get to see artifacts and books from witch history.”
“Yes, I imagine a lot of things were lost in the immigration to America as well as during the persecution. Witches weren’t the only things burned during that time.”
Lyra tried not to watch him as he busied himself at the bar, uncorking a bottle of wine. He had a fluid way of moving like a meandering stream of cool crisp water. He set out two wineglasses and poured the red liquid into them. Picking them up, he came to Lyra and handed her one. “From the LeNoir vineyard.”
“Thank you.”
He tapped her glass then took a sip, watching her over the rim.
Normally she didn’t drink, but the polite thing to do would be to at least take a sip. Normally she wasn’t polite either, but his obvious pleasure at watching her drink prompted her to do so.
The wine was heavenly on her tongue as she held it in her mouth for a second then swallowed. It was better than she expected it to be.
He must’ve seen the surprise on her face, because he smiled. “It’s the best wine in France. This particular bottle is over sixty years old.”
“Oh, well, it’s pretty good then.”
Chuckling, he cupped her elbow and guided her toward the sofa. “Let’s sit and talk. Catch up on the last five years.”
Lyra sat but she really didn’t want to engage in conversation with Theron. She’d never really been good at that, especially with men. Attractive men, in particular. Or it could’ve just her fear of speaking with Theron. Seeing him again, being this close to him, made her think about the time five years ago when she attended a spell casting class and he had been there. He had made an impression on her then, and it seemed it was still lingering.
Her thighs were tingling something fierce as he next to her on the sofa. Not
too close where their legs were touching, but near enough that his delicious cologne enticed her senses. A combination of spice and nature, he smelled like her herb garden in Necropolis.
“I enjoyed your talk today at the seminar. I didn’t know you were an expert in demon summoning.”
He chuckled. “I’m hardly an expert, Lyra. I have some cursory knowledge that was handed down to me by my maternal grandmother and a keen interest in the dark side of people. Witches in particular.”
He stared at her while he spoke. His gaze was intense. Lethal even. She could hardly look away.
Nervous, she guzzled the wine down and set the glass on the side table. A drop escaped her mouth and it dribbled down her chin. Blushing, she was about to wipe it, but Theron beat her to it.
With the pad of his thumb, he slowly wiped the red drop away. He kept her gaze the whole time and she found she had lost her breath. He had the most amazing gray eyes. Stormy. Fierce. Dangerous. A caustic combination if she mixed in the fact he was tall and gorgeous.
Definitely not the type of man Lyra usually found herself alone with. Men like Theron didn’t notice women like her. She learned that lesson years ago. Yet here he was looking at her like he wanted to gobble her up in one bite. His sexual potency hadn’t changed in the past five years.
Lyra sucked in a deep breath after he dropped his hand from her face, and sat back regarding her mouth with interest. His curiosity of her bothered her. There had to be an ulterior motive.
She had certainly felt something pass between them when they had first spied each other at the seminar. But that could’ve been nothing more than a magic recognition. They were both witches. Kin of a sort. Although he was a dhampir, born from a witch mother and vampire father, he possessed magic and some of the more loathsome vampiric traits like an ingrained sense of self-importance. Or maybe she was just wishing there had been something flashing between them.
All she knew was the way he looked at her made her nerves zing and her flesh tingle.
She jumped to her feet. “I’d love to see the books now, if you don’t mind.”
He leaned back against the sofa and regarded her intently. Lyra had the sense he was laughing at her in some way. It might’ve been the way his lips twitched at the corners.
“I make you nervous, no?”
“No.” Lyra lifted her chin. “I thought this invitation was to show me artifacts and tomes. Not to get reacquainted with each other.”
“Can’t we engage in both?” He leaned forward on the sofa, tilting his head to one side as if studying her. “I still find you fascinating Lyra.”
“Fascinating like a science experiment, I bet.”
He stood and shook his head. “No, fascinating like an iris in bloom, or a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly.”
Oh, he had to go and compare her to her favorite flower. She desperately wanted to swoon right about now. Inside a French castle, facing this sexy Frenchman would be a perfect opportunity to swoon. But the pragmatist in her swallowed down the urge to sigh like a love-struck school girl and took a step back from his penetrating stare.
“However much I’d love to be a butterfly, I would prefer to see the artifacts you have. Unless your boast of amazing artifacts, is only that, a boast.”
He searched her face for what seemed like minutes before bowing his head to her. “Pardon, Lyra. My manners have left me for a moment.” He swept his arm toward a closed door on one side of the ornate hearth. “Of course, I will be happy to show you my collection.”
Without waiting for her reply, Theron walked toward the door. By the way he moved with his chin raised and his shoulders stiff, she knew she had upset him. Guilt squirmed around in her gut, but she pushed it down refusing to allow it to soften her resolve. He was a lothario through and through. However much she might have enjoyed his seduction, she wasn’t going to be a notch on his bedpost. Five years ago she had considered it, toyed with the idea of losing her virginity to him, but he had proved to her without a doubt that he was a cad. She’d never been a notch on anyone’s bedpost and she wasn’t going to start now with this man.
He could take his romantic designs, if that’s what they truly were, and shove them up his perfectly formed butt.
“Lyra?” He startled her from her thoughts.
“Yes. Right.” She marched to where he stood in the open doorway an expectant look on his face.
The moment she crossed the threshold, her breath whooshed out of her lungs. His collection room was awe-inspiring. She’d never seen so many historical artifacts and old leather bound books in her life. She had thought her gran had an extensive collection of old tomes, but it paled in comparison to what Theron possessed on the four tiered shelves that wrapped around the room.
She wandered across the room like a kid in a candy store. Eyes wide, tongue out, she nearly drooled at the sight of a large bronze cauldron displayed in a glass case in the corner. Chalices in silver, bronze and wood were along one wall, along with a bronze oil lamp in the form of a horned god on a bird-claw foot.
There was a witch’s mirror from the 1400’s, a wood handled sickle adorned with black magical symbols, and a large display case of mandrake roots. She wanted to put her hand against the glass, hoping to soak up the history and magic.
“I can’t believe you have all this.” She circled the room, shaking her head. “I’m in complete awe.”
“Come,” he held out his hand. “I’ll show you a few of my prized pieces.”
Absently, she took his hand, too overwhelmed to think twice about it. He drew her to the far corner of the room and stood beside a lit glass case.
Lyra looked in and nearly passed out. “Oh, Bless Me. A maze stone.”
“This is from 800 Ireland. It claims to be the map to Mother Earth’s underworld.”
“Goddess, it’s beautiful.” Lyra’s fingers itched to trace the lines of the labyrinth carved into the stone.
Theron moved to the next displayed item. “It took me five years to finally acquire this.”
Lyra glanced into the case. A silver dagger lay on purple velvet. Ancient symbols were carved into the black handle. She’d seen a drawing of it in one of her witchcraft lesson books but never thought it to be real. “Merlin’s Sword.”
“C’est magnifique, non?”
“Yes, it’s spectacular.”
“And this?” He pointed to the next case, which was smaller but on a much higher pillar.
She looked in and lost her breath. “It’s a medieval love ring.”
“Yes, from the fifteenth century.”
“Is there an inscription?”
He nodded. “Mon cuer entier.”
“Which means?”
“My whole heart.”
Lyra nearly sighed. The ring was spectacular. Made from polished silver, the metal had been twisted and shaped into an intricate braid. At the center was a love knot in reference to the binding of two souls into one. To think some lucky woman five hundred years ago was given the ring by a man who loved and adored her. If only, she could be that lucky some day.
“And now to what you’ve been waiting for.”
Startled from her fanciful thoughts, she blushed as Theron led her to the middle of the room to another glass case. Inside was a thick black leather-bound book.
“This grimoire is said to be two thousand years old.”
Lyra bit her lip to stop the squeal of delight she was about to emit. She loved ancient texts. She got her best spells from them.
“From the way you spoke about books the last time I saw you, I knew you’d appreciate it.” Smiling, he nodded to the book. “Would you like to touch it?”
She glanced at him, unable to hide her pure pleasure of the book and the fact that he remembered her love of texts. “Really?”
He pushed a red button on the side of the case, and the glass box slid to one side, opening it. Stepping out of the way, he gestured toward the book.
Rubbing her hands together, Lyra took a deep
breath and reached out and opened the book. Instantly, the tips of her fingers began to tingle. The book was old and powerful. Residual magic still clung to it like spider webs. There was a faint red haze over the pages.
As she flipped the aged pages, she took in some of the spells. Some were of a common variety. Charms for love, and prosperity. But others were written for more nefarious reasons. She skipped over the text not wanting to invoke anything nasty by accident.
Her fingers halted on a page of symbols. She recognized some of them from the murders that had plagued Necropolis and San Antonio.
Three women had been murdered so far. Their throats slit, blood drained from their bodies and ancient magical symbols painted onto their torsos in blood. The crime scene teams in both Necropolis and San Antonio believed they had solved the crimes but Lyra hadn’t been so sure.
“I know these symbols.”
Theron glanced over her shoulder at the page. “Hmm, it appears to be an ancient demon summoning. Black magic that hasn’t been used in two thousand years.”
“This outlines what I’ve been seeing in a couple of cases still unsolved back home.” She ran her finger over the text and symbols, excitement making her hands shakes. “Could I take this book with me? I’d love to be able to go over it and translate these words. Maybe I can finally figure out what all the ceremonies really mean.”
“Hmm, I don’t think so.”
Startled, she looked at him. “I’m sorry?”
He pushed the button on the case and glass lid slid back over the book. “This book is much too valuable to be out of its sealed environment for long. I can’t even imagine what hours of touching would do to the integrity of the pages.”
“Didn’t you hear me? I said the information in that book could help in more than one murder case.”
“I heard what you said, Lyra. But you have no idea how much money I paid for that book. Maybe if you wanted to look through the book here, with gloves on, I could accommodate you.”
“I have a plane to catch in four hours.”
“Oh, well that wouldn’t be enough time now would it?”
