by Jessica Gunn
If an Old One was in Boston, risking waking the cianza at its center for whatever they were after, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know why. But then I remembered—Riley had been stolen from outside Boston. Riley had been kidnapped by Shadow Crest, a whole clan of Old Ones.
And if they were here, maybe Riley was, too.
Chapter 5
KRYSTIN
Despite the threat of Old Ones taking over Boston, and despite dreams of me tipping the balance and Cianza Boston exploding because of me fighting said Old Ones, I’d slept like a rock until noon. Only when I’d woken up from the second nightmare did I force myself downstairs for breakfast and coffee—and defeat. The others were up, too, and Ben had apparently already briefed them on our meeting with Jaffrin. I wasn’t sure why else their faces were so sullen.
“We’ll figure it out,” I told them as I sat down in front of the coffee table next to Rachel. She had a camera in her hands and was flipping through pictures of the city. “We have to let Jaffrin sort things with his command and the Ether Head Circle.”
“And Hydron.” Ben groaned, his grip on his steaming coffee mug tightening. “What a headache that’ll be.”
Hydron was a group comprised of Water Circle Hunters from the southeastern United States along the eastern seaboard and of CIA government agents. Jaffrin had kept the exact details of Hydron’s origins a secret, but I’d heard the Water Circle was nearly exposed and the CIA had stepped in to take care of it. The government knew about the Hunter Circles… but the rest of the American people did not. That seemed to be the favored arrangement across the globe, too.
“We’ll be on patrol all night tonight,” Ben said. “Probably for the rest of the week.”
Nate chuckled. “So we shouldn’t bother training, then?”
“Good luck with that,” Rachel said as she put down her camera. “I want to be in top shape if this is going to be our new normal, even for a short amount of time.”
She wasn’t wrong. And I still wanted to see what they could really do. “I think we should. I still haven’t seen the training room, either.”
Ben downed the rest of his coffee in one gulp. “Sounds good to me. Everyone finish up breakfast and meet downstairs.”
Twenty minutes later found us all shuffling down into the basement of the team’s townhome. The cement walls of their—our—training room shimmered silver in magikal soundproofing. Too bad they weren’t also made of magikal padding. I’d heard horror stories of training sessions with other teams getting so out of hand that Hunters had cracked their heads against walls. That’s what happened when teenagers and college kids were thrown into a world of Hunters and demons with zero training. Like when my telekinesis had appeared to the tune of all my mother’s fine china plates falling off shelves and shattering on the kitchen tile. I’d been ten years old and angry. Very, very angry.
Blue gym mats covered the floor beneath two punching bags hanging from the ceiling. A few dulled swords lay in a corner next to what appeared to be a bucket of water. Beyond that, there wasn’t much down here. Not much of a training room at all. Good thing this wouldn’t be weapons class.
I shrugged off my jacket, pulled my phone out of my jeans pocket, and tossed both to the farthest mat. I didn’t plan on getting thrown too far. Stretching, I asked, “Who’s first?”
The others similarly readied themselves, but only Rachel stepped forward. “Sure. Why not?”
Interesting. I’d never squared off against a water-elemental user who wasn’t a demon hell-bent on tapping into my life energy before. My fingers twitched with anticipation of the unknown. A fully trained water-elemental magik user could take down anything and anyone. Whole mountains if they wanted to. The amount of power flowing within Rachel was palpable, like an extra ray of light just beneath the surface. She was incredibly powerful—or would be one day with proper training and practice.
“Stop underestimating me,” she said, tossing the edges of her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her eyes were a light blue, sharp, and watching my every action.
“I’m not.”
“I can see the look on your face.”
I shrugged. “So wipe it away.”
Rachel waved her hand in the air. A trail of water materialized behind it. “Sounds good.”
My magik hummed in proximity to hers. Not every magik user had this reaction when their type of magik met the opposite—in this case, my ether and her elemental. I’d long suspected it had to do with this Alzan prophecy and the “can’t put Krystin near a cianza for too long” thing. And yet, Jaffrin had. He’d placed me on a team so close to downtown Boston that I’d probably have to leave every few weeks just to keep from accidentally tilting the balance there.
Rachel cut my thoughts short with her first attack, a quick wave of water flying in from my left. I lifted my hand and swiped it away with my telekinesis, accidentally splashing Ben in the process. Seething, he glared. I laughed and moved back, dancing across the mats while I waited for Rachel to make her next move.
She did, lunging forward with two waves of water arching on either side of her body. I swiped at them again but at the last second, she shifted them from water to something more solid—ice? My telekinesis moved them out of the way. The ice blocks shattered against the cement walls of the training room. I started at the noise and, in my moment of distraction, Rachel struck, kicking my feet out from under me. She landed three blows to my face and abdomen before I knocked her away and rolled into a crouching position.
I lifted a single finger and brought her up into the air, holding her there. “Now what?” I kept hold of her fingers and hands so she wouldn’t be able to move them to draw enough water to her for an attack.
“Give,” she croaked. “You win.”
I shrugged and let her down. “Just today. We’ll work on it—”
Something utterly solid hit me from the side. Invisible and at full-force, it stole the breath straight out of my lungs. My chest seized as I tore across the room and smacked against an unpadded cement wall, cracking something in my shoulder. I slid down the wall and glanced at my wound, though it didn’t feel broken. “Shit!”
Another block of something hidden knocked against me, like an invisible slab, and pinned me to the wall. I looked and looked—there wasn’t anything there!
Ether.
Nate stood where I’d just been, arms crossed over his chest with a smug smile on his face.
“Are you serious?” I asked him.
“Never fought an ether-shaper before?”
“No one said you’d been trained!”
He shrugged, grinning. The grinning was well deserved for taking me down, but still. “No one said I wasn’t good either, did they?”
I shot a glare at Ben, who was already laughing. “Okay, so at least one of you can handle himself. Good to know.”
“Don’t be such a sore loser.” Ben cackled. “He wasn’t exactly hiding his talents.”
No, but he had left himself open to attack. Nate stood there, arms crossed, nearly laughing. He’d stopped paying attention completely.
I used his moment of distraction to teleportante out of his ether’s hold, moving right next to him, and slammed my palm into his chest. “Requirem!”
The word magik coursed through me and into him. His eyes dimmed momentarily before he staggered backward.
“Okay,” he breathed. “That’s cheap.”
I smiled, satisfied I’d saved my pride for now. Yes, word magiks were cheap when training with teammates, but demons didn’t exactly fight clean, either. My team had to be ready for anything. “Relax. It won’t take away your powers for good.”
Although it was the only way for someone to fight an ether-shaper more often than not. It was hard to deflect an attack made up of something you couldn’t see. Ether was usually invisible or nearly so. The more powerful the ether-shaper, the more discreet their attacks were. I hadn’t even sensed Nate coming.
Our eyes met and I smiled. “You’re good.”
“You too,” he said. “Enough for today?”
“Are you kidding? We’re just getting started.” I looked to Ben. “You’re next. Let’s go.”
His eyes narrowed, and we squared off.
Nate volunteered to help me clean up after our training session. Rachel and Ben graciously retreated upstairs, Ben to probably go lick his wounds. Poor guy. I wasn’t trying to be hard on him, but if he was going to lead this team, he’d better be a damned good Hunter himself. And quite frankly, this team couldn’t afford another near-miss like last night, not with Old Ones running around. It was a miracle we’d gotten out of there before the cops had shown up.
I also felt sort of bad for showing him up. Again.
As I put away the last mat, I turned to Nate. “Where’d you really learn to be that good?”
He shrugged. “I’ve always had a knack for ether-shaping. That’s what got me in trouble with Darkness to begin with.”
“Do your parents know?”
Ether-shapers weren’t like witches. There were places they could go to learn, like monks go to temples, but their formal training was the extent of the camaraderie. With the witch lines, we tended to gather in family groups and train our young together. And even considering the amount of magikal knowledge I’d acquired growing up in that environment, information about ether-shapers hadn’t been included.
“They did,” he said, a ghost of a smile on his face. “I didn’t come into my powers right away. I was around sixteen when it happened. So they knew.” His expression darkened, clouds covering his eyes.
“What happened?” It felt wrong to ask. But he’d left that door open.
He shook his head. “It’s not important. Basically, I learned what I could on my own, then I sought out a teacher. But he was old and died not long after I’d joined the clan.”
“Well, that sucks,” I said.
“Indeed.”
I slapped the mat into its holster against the wall and spun to rest my back against it. “So, you know both word magiks and all that stuff?” Ether-shapers had a few outside abilities facilitated by the word magiks that the rest of us couldn’t use. Where teleportante and requirem were universal, the ether-shaper ones were not. And teleportante only worked if you felt the trail or had already been where you were going.
Nate nodded and hopped up to take a seat on a nearby table. “Yeah, all the word magiks. My teacher thought it imperative I know even the non-ether-shaper ones.” He smiled wryly. “I guess I’d forgotten about requirem.”
“Happens,” I said. The spell saved your hide in a close fight, but it took almost as much out of yourself as it did your target. That was about the only reason both Hunters and demons alike tended to leave it to only the direst of situations. “You’re powerful. Your teacher taught you well.”
“Yeah, it was invaluable. He was like another father to me.” And there it was again, that sweeping sadness that encompassed him for a moment before receding.
“They died, didn’t they?” The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.
Nate’s shoulders shook with the next breath he took, his jaw working. “Yeah. Murdered, both of them.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, frowning. “Demons killed my father, too. When I was a baby.” In some respects, I was lucky I didn’t remember my father. I didn’t have anything but ghosts of memories to mourn.
Nate nodded, but he didn’t say anything.
“Well, on that happy-as-heck note…” I said.
“It was an Old One,” Nate said. “That’s why I was quiet earlier when Ben said Old Ones were involved. It threw me a little.”
His words were barely more than a whisper, seemingly delivered on ether itself through the air to my ears. His face turned away from me, I couldn’t see his expression. But it was clear enough.
“More in common, then,” I said.
“I hate coincidences, Krystin.”
“As do I. Is that why you joined the Fire Circle—to track down whoever did it?”
“I joined because when my teacher died, I had no one else to turn to. He’d told me about the Hunter Circles,” he said. “Not every ether-shaper is a Hunter. But I sought out the Fire Circle, hoping to one day avenge my parents’ deaths. I’m pretty sure I know who the demon was now, too. Or I’d be able to pick him out if I saw him again at least.”
“You were there when it happened?”
Nate turned my way, a rage blazing behind his eyes but it wasn’t directed at me. Determination hardened inside his eyes like stone. “Yes. And the next time I see that demon, I will kill him.”
I believed him. “Then we add him to our hit list, right alongside whoever’s at fault for these serial attacks.”
Nate nodded grimly. “Good. His name is Giyano.”
Chapter 6
BEN
The air had gotten colder over the past few weeks, making nighttime patrols frigid and painful. But there was one upside to working at night: most of the same bars demons hit up to hunt humans were the same bars tourists found popular.
Nate leaned back against the bar’s counter at Top Roof, scanning the crowd and pretending to drink his fourth or fifth shot of the night. I wasn’t sure exactly how he did it, but his shots always seemed to disappear before hitting his mouth. Probably some ether-shaper trick he learned in his mountain training facility years ago. Rachel did the same, twisting a swizzle stick around the edges of her glass.
Krystin and I didn’t have such liquid-accommodating abilities. Despite not being sure where we stood or how we’d interact as the team formed over the next few days, she made one hell of a drinking partner. If Jaffrin ever knew most Hunters took that side money the Fire Circle gave us and actually drank on patrol…
Nah. He has to know.
I clinked shot glasses full of whiskey with Krystin and threw mine back. To Jaffrin, you asshole.
Okay, I had to give him some credit for taking Rachel and me in when we’d had no other ties to the Hunter Circles. I was pretty sure plenty of people with magik flew under the Circles’ radar and were never recruited. I was equally sure Darkness never caught everyone, either. The question then became: What happened to the others? And further, what would my life have been like if I’d been one of them?
Sometimes, on the dark nights where I’d almost lost all hope of ever rescuing Riley, I almost wished for it. For the simplicity. The relative quiet.
But then I went back to loathing myself for having lost Riley in the first place and I drank again, or hunted demons alone again, and eventually I got back on the bandwagon. Because even if Riley had never been kidnapped, plenty of other children had been. And there’d always be scarier demons to fight than the ones living in my head.
I reached over the bar and flagged down the bartender with another twenty. “Two more, please. Stat.”
“Aspiring doctor in another life?” Krystin asked, grinning from ear to ear. Her face was flushed from the whiskey and she twirled a lock of hair between her fingers.
I laughed, a loud staccato sound. “My uncle wishes. You’re looking at the once first-string quarterback, baby.”
Krystin rolled her eyes so hard, I thought for a moment they might actually fall out. “You’re kidding me, right? You have to be.” She tapped Rachel on the shoulder. “Is he serious? Quarterback?”
Rachel shrugged. “Unfortunately. Can’t you tell by the ego?”
The bartender returned with two more shots and I slid one to Krystin. “Top one they’d had in years. Carried the team to victory every time.”
Rachel leaned over Krystin’s shoulder and gave me a wink. “Except that last national playoff game, huh?”
I looked at her deadpan, but all she did in response was give me pouty lips. “You’d really go there?”
She grinned. “Gotta take that ego down a notch or two. Everyone has a bad game now and then.”
“Not at a clutch quarter,” I mumbled. Rage bubbled beneath the surface of my buzzed thoughts. Sure, t
here was a decent chance that my throw had sucked, but there was an equal possibility my wide receiver had tripped on air and fell into the catch. Hey, I’d never know. The only thing I remembered about that week was not ever sleeping.
That last playoff game had taken place a day after Sandra had told me she was pregnant—and that I needed to give her an answer concerning whether or not I was going to stick around. Not that it’d mattered in the long run.
Krystin nudged my shot toward me. “Oh, come on, you big baby. It was just a game.”
“It’s never just a game,” I said and picked up the shot. We tossed them back at the same time.
“Think that’s enough for both of you,” Nate said as he closed out our tabs. “We still have demon hunting to do.”
I was pissed enough to go out on my own after Rachel had brought up that game, but I resisted the urge to tear off again after what Krystin had witnessed the other night. She was right. The team had to trust I’d be there as much as I had to trust that they’d do the same. Bad college memories or not.
“Honestly,” Krystin said as she scanned the room again. “I’m thinking this is pretty pointless. Neither of the other two victims was killed near bars, and what kind of serial killer kills on back-to-back nights? Besides, this city is huge and we’re not the only teams out tonight.”
“As much as I agree with you, our orders are to patrol all night,” I said. “Hence the alcohol now.”
“Krystin’s right,” Nate said. “At the very least, let’s go to another bar and scour Boston for demons on the way. This place is a demon dead zone.”
He wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t spotted a single demon in here, although it was hard to pick them out with dim lighting. The biggest giveaway was their burgundy eyes, but those could be covered up by contact lenses. Mostly, you had to hope to catch them in the act of killing or attacking humans for their life energy. Not all demons were sadistic monsters that killed for laughs, though. Those kinds were just the easiest to find and exterminate.