She’s not a normal girl, even by witch standards. Created by her father with forbidden experimental magic, Zoe is an alchemical child.
When the Regent suspects her father has broken sector laws, he hides her away in a secret stasis chamber protected by powerful magic.
But it isn’t her father who wakes her. Instead, Bastian, a handsome stranger after her father’s secrets, releases her from the chamber. With her father arrested, Zoe finds herself on the run from the Witches Council. She has no choice but to accept Bastian’s help, even though she doesn’t trust him. He might be rescuing her; he might be using her… Zoe is not sure.
Thrust into the real world for the first time in her life, she needs to learn to control her magic and, at the same time, get a handle on her feelings for Bastian. Neither of which is going to be easy. Especially when Zoe turns out to be the key to saving the sector from the savage beasts that prey on the lives of the people.
Will she fulfill the secret destiny that runs through her blood?
From USA Today Bestselling Author Noree Cosper, Alchemy is the thrilling 9th part of the Othala Witch Collection. This is a paranormal romance that you won’t be able to put down.
I woke to find a man who wasn’t my father standing over me. He leaned closer to my open capsule, his brow furrowed over eyes blue like a morning sky.
Wait, this wasn’t right. Had the Regent sent her men for me?
I shrieked and aimed a kick for his chest. He grabbed my ankle, shifting me onto my side.
“Whoa,” he said. “Calm down. I’m not here to hurt you.”
I yanked my foot from his grasp then sat up. Water splashed over the side, onto the floor. “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”
“You can call me Bastian. I’m not sure who your father is, but I can take a few guesses.” His hooded gaze traveled over my face, and then down my body. Heat rushed through my face. “The real question is who and what are you?”
“Are you blind or daft? I’m a girl.” My chest churned with feelings I didn’t understand, causing my voice to take a sharp waspish tone. “My father is Santiago Delarey, lord of this manor, which you should know, unless you are some thief.”
“Oh, I can see you’re a girl. Not many people I know sleep in . . . sarcophagi, if that’s what this thing is,” he said.
He ran his hand along the dimly lit runic inscription around the lip of my capsule. Wisps of mist from the alchemical formula my father had added dissipated in the air up around me.
The worried look on Father’s face when he’d placed me here flashed through my mind. He’d promised to wake me soon.
I pulled my white nightgown over my legs as I lifted my chin to meet Bastian’s gaze.
“I don’t usually sleep here. I have a bedroom,” I said.
“Oh?” he asked with a purr. “I would love to know where that is.”
His grin softened the hard lines of his cheek bones as a lock of black hair fell over one of his eyes. Heat flooded my cheeks. Who was this man to break into my house and make such comments? Would the Council employ such a man? I pushed myself farther back in the corner of the capsule. The muscles of his arms shifted underneath the gray tactical vest and tight black shirt as he stood up. His blue eyes darkened as he stared down at me. He adjusted a small radio on his belt and held out his hand.
“You still haven’t told me your name,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around my chest and glared up at him. “Why should I? You are some sort of thief. What have you done with my father?”
He sighed and stepped back. “I’m not the one who has done anything to your father. You can thank the Witches Council for that. The arrested him two weeks ago.”
“Two weeks?” I whispered.
A chill crept into my stomach. The Council was responsible for maintaining the laws of the sector and assisting the Regent with keeping the borders sealed from the evils that lay in the outside world. Father said the Council would not take kindly to one like me. His meeting with the Regent must have gone incredibly wrong. Had they taken him to question him about me?
I took a deep breath to quell the churning in my stomach and stood up. Dizziness swept through me, forcing me to sit on the lip of the capsule as spots danced in my vision.
“Why would the Council arrest him?” I asked softly. “He’s one of them.”
“No clue. But I plan to find out.” Bastian stepped forward and rested a hand on my shoulder, spreading warmth through my chilled skin. “You okay, senhorita?”
“Zoe,” I said.
“What?” He halted. The light faded in and out around him, giving him an almost angelic glow.
“You asked my name. It’s Zoe.”
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author, Noree Cosper loves writing about magic in the modern world. While growing up in Texas she constantly searched for mystical elements in the mundane. She buried her nose in both fiction and books about Wicca, Religion, and Mythology. Everyday became an adventure as she joined a group of role-players, acting out her fantasies of vampires, demons, and monsters living in the world.
She embraced her nerdom wholeheartedly.
Noree grew, but never left her love for fantasy and horror. Her dreams pushed her and her hand itched to write the visions she saw. So, with her fingers on the keys, she did what her heart had been telling her to do since childhood. She wrote.