Amelia Atwater-Rhodes - Bloodwitch

“Of course I understand.”

His voice was soft. I saw their shadows move as he gently removed the brushes and palette from her hands. “But without sleep, without feeding, without time to rest your eyes on something other than your canvas and oils, how can you possibly see your masterpiece anymore? You risk ruining it in your haste to perfect it.”

That argument was probably the only one that could have swayed her. She sighed and let Daryl put her tools aside.

Two years ago assistants had helped her erect this canvas, which was twice as high as I was tall, and even wider than that. Occasionally she worked on other, smaller pieces, but inevitably she returned to this massive work. She called it Tamoanchan .

I had never been allowed to look at the painting itself, but I had been honored weeks ago when she had asked—no, ordered —me to come model. Lady Brina never asked anything. That was fine, since I would never have refused her.

Lady Brina had been a frequent presence throughout my life. Even on the days when she failed to acknowledge me at all, which was most days, my beautiful little world seemed to shine brighter when she was around. When she smiled, pleased with the way a particular painting was going, or lay on the soft, dappled grass in the multicolored sunlight, it made my heart beat faster.

At that moment both shadows disappeared. The tingling sensation that always told me when one of their kind was present also faded.

Vampires were able to appear or disappear in the blink of an eye. The first time it happened near me, I thought I had unexpectedly dozed off and missed Lady Brina’s good-bye. I apologized profusely for my rudeness when she returned, and she laughed at me and called me “charming.”

Calysta explained that vampires were not like the rest of us. They could do things shapeshifters couldn’t. They lived forever, without aging, which was why Brina looked exactly the same now as she had when I was an infant. They were stronger than us, and wiser. That was why they ruled and we were honored to serve.

I fluttered down to the ground, landing awkwardly because of my stupid tail plumes, which had recently started to lengthen and were now twice as long as my bird body. Not wanting to deal with them, I changed into human form quickly … though my human form wasn’t much better. Growth spurts had left my arms and legs feeling gangly, and even my dance lessons with Calysta couldn’t seem to make my limbs work gracefully.

I shook my head, and the leather cord that had been holding my hair back instantly fell out. Though my clothes always reappeared properly when I changed back to human form—trousers, shirt, and sleeveless waistcoat falling tidily into place—I inevitably ended up with a mess of burnt-umber hair in my face.

Every now and then I considered asking Taro to cut it for me, but his hair was long, too. Though his skin was darker than mine, Taro’s hair was shiny, coppery-blond, and always neat. I needed a comb every time I changed shape. Maybe that was another vampire power, one that Calysta simply hadn’t mentioned.

Pushing my hair back uselessly, I took a step toward the painting. I just wanted a peek. Lady Brina had never asked me to model before.

No .

I wasn’t supposed to. I wouldn’t violate her trust that way. Instead, I did my rounds, occupying my time with responsibilities I had neglected over the last two days as Lady Brina had worked on her painting.

Several small yellow songbirds, an abundance of butterflies, and a hive of honeybees shared the greenhouse with me, along with an assortment of fruit trees, berry bushes, and vines. The orange trees had been ripe for the last month, but I was supposed to gather only one basket of fruit a week, since it would stay fresh on the trees better than it would once harvested.

I searched the ground for any fruit that had fallen, so it wouldn’t rot and befoul Lady Brina’s greenhouse, and then went to check the stream.

Water welled up on one side from the pores between several large stones, meandered across the greenhouse floor, and then disappeared on the opposite side through another grouping of boulders. The second set of rocks tended to collect debris like leaves, feathers, and misplaced paintbrushes, which I needed to clean out. This time of year the water was frigid when it first bubbled up, but it warmed as it passed over the white stones that lined the streambed. The symbols carved into those stones sparkled as the water flowed over them, creating a warm, golden glow even in the middle of the darkest night.

An animal’s shrill cry, carried by the breeze, caused me to lift and then shake my head. Though the glass walls let in plenty of light, even the white ones were so etched and frosted that it was impossible to see through them. The screens allowed gentle breezes to enter the greenhouse but were not conveniently placed for visibility. Sometimes I tried to peer through them, to get a glimpse of the world outside, but they were too high when I was in human form, there were no nearby perches, and my quetzal form did not hover well.

It didn’t matter. I had a beautiful world right here. Why did I need anything more?

Taro was adamant that, in addition to my responsibilities taking care of the greenhouse, I needed to take good care of myself. Cleanliness was important, as was exercise. I was supposed to practice my dancing every day, but without Calysta I felt silly when I tried to run through the steps she had taught me. She normally hummed as she danced with me, or played a flute while I danced alone. I would have to wait for her to come back.

I was standing in the doorway of my cabin contemplating what to do next when the door behind me opened with an icy burst of air. Sensing one of them , I turned expectantly and smiled to see my guardian, Taro. I started to speak, to greet him and tell him about my day, but then I realized he wasn’t alone.

The woman with him reminded me of Lady Brina, but just for a moment, and probably because Lady Brina was the only person I had ever known who seemed so confident in the way she held herself. Like Lady Brina, this woman had fair skin and dark hair, but while Lady Brina’s skin was as flawless as the milk-white stones along the streambed, this woman’s had a tan hue to it, and while Lady Brina’s hair was as black as night, this woman’s was a very dark brown. Unlike Lady Brina, who always wore elaborately embroidered gowns, even when she was painting, this woman was wearing a riding habit that stopped above her knees to reveal breeches and tall boots.

My disrespectful eyes snapped to the ground as soon as I realized I was staring. The woman before me was obviously a vampire. I could feel the way her power resonated in my head and along my skin. I didn’t need to look at her eyes to see if they were black, like those of all her kind. I shouldn’t; it wasn’t my place to meet her gaze. Instead, I did what Taro had taught me to do whenever I met one of them: I lowered my knees to the ground, bowed my head, and waited to be acknowledged.

“Mistress Jeshickah,” Taro said to the woman, “may I present Vance Ehecatl.”

Mistress Jeshickah! My heart leapt into my throat, and I fought the desire to raise my head and get a better look at her. Taro referred to her frequently as my benefactor and the most powerful woman in the world, but I had never met her. Mistress Jeshickah was the only woman whom even Lady Brina spoke of with awe.

I didn’t have to wait long. She reached out and placed a finger under my chin, drawing me to my feet and raising my head with the pressure of one sharp nail.

Don’t speak unless spoken to , I reminded myself. But I had so many things I wanted to say! So many questions!