A Momentary Misunderstanding (Moments of the Adept Universe 0.6)

Excerpt from Moments of the Adept Universe 1. A Momentary Misunderstanding is a brand new (as in I didn’t share an early draft with my newsletter) novelette from Burgundy‘s POV (click the link for bio/sketches).

When I was drafting the story I put up a poll in my reader-run fan group and asked them what characters they’d been dying to catch a glimpse of, then I tried to incorporate as many of those characters into this sweet, fun romp as possible (while still telling the story I wanted to tell). Burgundy’s tale is set after the events of Misfits 1 but before Archivist 0. And yes, there are a TON of cameos in it.

And … spoiler alert, those of you with an eye for detail might also notice the subtle setup for a new series that I’m working on (a long-term multiverse project).

In her illustration (below and in the eBook), Memo has captured Burgundy in the process of wielding her healing powers.

Click here for the full reading order of the Adept Universe, including a downloadable PDF.

A Momentary Misunderstanding

Moments of the Adept Universe 0.6

(Aka Burgundy 0.5)

I set the final stone into place for my outer circle as Kandy prowled out of the densely packed old-growth forest to my far right. Grumbling to herself. Again. We were currently in a natural clearing somewhere in the middle of woods nestled at the base of two gigantic mountains, having spent three-plus hours following the pull of the ley line until I’d settled on a perfect location for my multitiered casting.

And yes, even in human form and wearing hiking boots, the werewolf prowled.

Kandy. Aka the wielder’s wolf. Enforcer for the West Coast North American Pack. The bearer of the wolf’s bracers.

Aka my babysitter.

A babysitter who would have preferred to be helping hone the survival skills of the two others we’d dragged along on the day hike with us — the Talbot twins — instead of waiting for me to set up my circle.

Kandy’s hair was dyed shockingly fluorescent pink, and though she often kept it cropped short and spiked, it was currently long enough to tuck behind her ears and be considered fashionably tousled — except I would never dare use that term within her earshot, let alone to her face. Mory, aka my necromancer best friend, had tried to add some purple streaks to the bright pink last night at the cabin, and the werewolf had threatened to twist her head off her ‘pretty little shoulders.’

I had happily let Mory weave some purple through my own basically boring brown mop, which I was currently wearing in two braids that barely skimmed my shoulders. The day was hot, at least for me. I liked the outdoors. I just preferred to be sitting in the shade sipping a mocha frappuccino while gazing out at some large body of water anytime the temperature even neared twenty-one degrees Celsius.

I had already removed my hiking boots — casting barefoot was much, much easier — which I’d paired with a short stretchy skirt with Lycra shorts underneath to minimize chafing. My subtle floral-print T-shirt clung in all the right places and let all the wrong places sort of … disappear.

Usually, at least. When I wasn’t all sweaty from the aforementioned day hike.

The power I’d be able to gather from the ley line was worth the effort, though.

Having no need to distract the eye from any part of her body, Kandy was wearing the tiniest, tightest shorts I’d ever seen on an actual person, and a T-back tank top over a sports bra, all in various shades of bright green. Matched with her hair and the gold-runed bracers that encased her wrists — and in strong contrast to the hiking boots — the effect was … visually overwhelming.

Literally stunning.

But then, the thirty-something was tiny, lithe, and epically ripped. So she could wear whatever she wanted and look insanely great.

“This is a dry riverbed, you know,” Kandy grumbled as she skirted the edge of my outer circle.

A creek, maybe. But I wasn’t going to correct her. “Just the center part,” I said mildly. I had opted for the largest circle the space between the thick, close-set trees would allow — probably about twelve feet across. Though normally, I kept my circles tight and much, much easier to cast. 

Kandy threw me a look indicating that even the mildest of sarcasm wasn’t going to be tolerated.

This trip marked the longest time I’d spent with the enforcer werewolf in … well, ever. And neither of us was having a fantastic time of it. The two-hour ridiculously early-morning drive, then the three-hour-plus hike hadn’t helped. And I doubted I was going to get as much done as I wanted before exhausting myself magically, as well as physically, so I was going to need to come back tomorrow. And possibly the day after.

“I’m just saying,” the werewolf grumbled, pacing around my circle a second time. “If there’s a flash flood, it’s going to be hilarious.” She hit me with a gleeful-edged grin.

“It’s the beginning of September,” I said. “In, like, the Okanagan.” Though in the aftermath of the drive and the hike, it was possible we weren’t technically in the Okanagan anymore. “They aren’t going to see rain here for a couple more weeks. If they’re lucky. And it takes melting snowpack to truly flood.”

Kandy cast a cunning, narrowed gaze around, then overhead. She was now grinning rather manically. “Maybe lightning will strike and spark a forest fire. Then you’ll have to pick up your pace.”

Yes, apparently I walked too slowly. But then, I wasn’t one of the high-powered individuals that we all knew and loved. To be clear, I cared for a couple of such individuals. Massively. Those particular Adepts, aka people with magic, also just so happened to be the ones least likely to kill me. Though having a necromancer for a best friend meant hanging out with death. A lot. And I didn’t just mean Benjamin Garrick.

I chuckled, but not out loud. Though Kandy would probably enjoy any joke involving the youngest vampire who called Vancouver home.

The enforcer, on the other hand, didn’t like being so far away from Jade, her BFF — Kandy’s term, not mine. And yeah, they were ‘older,’ so I had to forgive the ancient acronym. Jade’s official titles were so numerous that at this point, everyone pretty much just called her ‘dowser’ and let those foolish enough to be distracted by the blond curls, the voluptuous figure, and the near-obsessive cupcake baking fend for themselves.

Of course, Jade’s husband, Warner, was usually around to freeze any true idiots in place with a mere glower. Even if they didn’t know he was a dragon disguised as a human, Warner was so intimidating that I’d seen Jade’s human customers flee the bakery at his entrance.

Still, my skill set might not have been as flashy as all the other Adepts who were part of the Godfrey coven, but I was invaluable. Irreplaceable. Because all the others had a terrible habit of running gleefully into danger and getting seriously hurt.

And I was a healer.

– A Momentary Misunderstanding (Moments of the Adept Universe 0.6)