Magic & Mayhem

by Susan Conley

  “Raine?” she said once she was sure she could keep her anxiety out of her voice.

  Raine jumped up. Standing, the heavily pregnant bulge of her belly became apparent. But last time Mona saw Raine—six months ago before her training had become so hectic—Raine was just starting to date someone and had reiterated that she was not doing the baby thing until she had a ring on her finger. What had happened? Now that Mona saw the growing baby, the spell was even more sinister, tied up in the tiny person inside her friend. Whoever set the spell either hadn’t known about the pregnancy or worse yet, did.

  “Mona!” Raine slapped her hand to her chest, hysteria lacing her voice. “You scared the crap out of me!”

  “Raine, you okay?” Because, shit, this looked bad. Really bad. She couldn’t believe it, but she actually wished her mentor, Smythe, was here to help her figure out how to deal with a spell of this complexity and magnitude. The old coot’s pedantic lecturing when they were working was beyond annoying, but she’d put up with it in a heartbeat if he could help.

  “Yeah,” Raine said. She took several deep breaths. “I will be. Shit, no one’s snuck up on me that bad in ages.”

  “Let’s go in,” Mona said. “Can I get you something to eat?”

  Cracked acorns, that spell was convoluted! Nothing like the clear, linear ones with simple branches she’d seen before, this one looped and twisted like a tangle of yarn.

  “I—” Raine jumped at the noise of the revolving door screeching.

  They turned as a man in tan slacks and an unbuttoned blue blazer headed their way. In Mona’s eyes he glowed with the same tainted residual as Raine. His spell was new and strong enough that she could almost make out the working despite the distance. Mona’s read of his Folk abilities made clear he was a shifter, although he wasn’t what the Weres called “strong,” and didn’t have the balance of elf and human blood needed to shift at any time. Which was good, because the last thing they needed was for him to transform in the middle of the mall. And he definitely had weak magical resistance, given the spell compelling him to act looked to be lightly set. Lightly set or not, the compulsion rune on the top layer honed in on them.

  Raine gasped; the man seemed to have her worried, too. Without a word they both hurried to the more populated portion of the mall. If a mall on a late Sunday afternoon in January when the Bills were playing in their first championship game in decades could ever said to be populated. And, if the lumbering Raine was attempting could be called hurrying. Mona slowed down and placed herself between the man and Raine.

  “Upstairs!” Raine yelled.

  Raine swerved and headed up an escalator, tripping at the top. Mona caught hold of Raine’s elbow to steady her, hissing as a painful tingle—a reaction to the spell—raced through her arm. A glance over her shoulder showed the man was gaining on them.

  Their frantic pace attracted the attention of mall security; the guards closed in from the other direction, also dressed in tan slacks and blue blazers.

  “Mona! In here!” Raine grabbed her hand and pulled through a door marked Mall Personnel Only.

  The shock of touching the spell directly as she came into contact with Raine’s skin threw Mona off for a moment. She forced herself not retch as she felt the perverted intent behind the sigils the spell caster had made to control the power runes. Raine tugged on her hand and Mona followed.

  A security officer stood in the hallway. “Hey! You can’t come in here!”

  Mona let go of Raine’s hand as they turned around. Another guard opened the entry they’d come through. Behind him stood the man who’d chased them, his blazer now buttoned and looking like he belonged. To anyone else’s eyes, he would look mortal and safe; only Mona could see how different his being was compared to the security detail around him.

  They weren’t getting out without confronting either the security detail or their pursuer, who seemed to be biding time until the rest acted. The compulsion wasn’t pushing him strongly enough to act rashly, which was good to know given the strength of the working surrounding him. Mona wasn’t going to wait to find out exactly how long that would last.

  Her best bet was to change the spell on him, consequences be damned. Unlike the complicated mess on Raine, this one didn’t have as many components. She should be able to create a new spell by rearranging the order of the runes within the sigils. While she’d done it many times on inanimate objects, Smythe, her teacher, had yet to allow her to do this on someone while she was in training. Oh, Mona had tweaked a spell or two on people, changing the runes’ orientation and tweaking precedence within a spell, much along the lines of what she hoped to do with Raine. So many things could go wrong on her first try, but the alternative was far worse in her opinion.

  She was going to do it.

  Decision made, Mona’s hand twitched at her side as she suppressed the need to reach out and remove the threat the man represented. She’d only get one chance, so she’d better do it right the first time. In an effort to gain some time to study the settings, she started to talk. Babble, really—one of things she just did when she was uncertain and uncomfortable about her situation.

  “Oh my god! I’m so glad you’re here. My friend Jackie,” she gestured at Raine, hoping her friend would pick up on the fake name, “she’s being, like, stalked by the father of her child. She’s told him she’s keeping the baby and he isn’t too pleased. Threw out all her winter clothes, ruined her car, and hid her purse. Like, as if being preggo by a numbskull wasn’t enough, you know?”

  Her babbling stopped as the man who’d pursued them tried to step around the guard in front of him. Mona sidled over too so he’d have to come through her to get to Raine.

  Mona ignored the second spell under the first; she had to deal with the compulsion before anything else. She fought down bile as she deciphered the linkage between blood and food, then the one pairing giving pain with sexual pleasure. The last, hidden behind sigils so strong it was hard to see what lay beneath, looked like death and contact. She could only assume there was something in the sigils that would trigger the spell to kill him and anyone he touched.

  Raine took over the chatter. Her hands now shaking, Mona kept them low and concentrated on what she needed to do. Luckily, with this strong a working, she didn’t need contact to rearrange the spell. With so few options before her, she connected food to pleasure—the dude would probably get a hard on every time he saw a loaf of bread—and made them the ascendant pair. Seeing blood now caused pain; she hoped the guy had no plans of being a doctor.

  The last set of runes were too volatile to move around, and very worrisome as the sigils were pulsing now that she’d changed the spell. She couldn’t rearrange them but she might be able to pull them entirely out of the working. Smythe had taught her the theory of removal even if he’d never let her practice the maneuver.

  Unfortunately, to do that, physical contact with the working would be necessary. A shudder of revulsion hit her at the thought of feeling the intent of the spell caster again, but she couldn’t risk the guy running around like a time bomb.

  I am immune to magic. This unique trait was the reason she'd been chosen to train as Warder, a needed immunity given she would be fixing spells gone awry as well as dealing with misdirected magic. The spell should not hurt her, not if it was directed at her. Directing a spell at other things that might kill her—like say, having boulders burst out of the ground and slam together like a ram’s horns—could hurt her. Physical violence concerned her too, but the surrounding guards would hopefully intervene if he attacked. And, goddess willing, none of the magic she’d manipulate would show, keeping Folk secrets safe from these mortals.

  Because protecting each from the other was also part of her calling as Warder.

  Raine stopped talking and stood shaking, earning a lot of sympathy from the men near her. Time to get to work.

  “Hey, did you get a chance to see the guy?” Mona asked as she stepped forward and grabbed the man’s exposed wri
st.

  She pulled the rune set away, physically removing her hand to finish the separation.

  The entire spell collapsed. A swirling whirlpool of new magic surrounded him, causing him to contort. The secondary spell! The working was a type of summoning spell, aimed at not just him, but some aspect of his magical ability. By all the thorns on the first rose, he was being forced to change into his den totem. Mona stepped back, appalled. This man was not strong, did not have the exact balance of elf and mortal blood to be able to change outside the full moon. He should not be doing this.

  His face contorted in pain and the sharp smell of anxious sweat assailed her. This Were was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.

  In the blink of an eye his arms blurred and shifted to a puma’s paws, but his shoulders remained human. By the goddess, this was obscene. The summoning spell was forcing him to take on his Were clan shape piecemeal, the strength of the spells causing a distortion in the air behind him as the energy they held was emitted.

  But . . . this shouldn’t be happening. Mona again read his magic ability; something in the spell was feeding magic into the change, like a power boost in an attempt to supplement an ability he did not have. Because of it he’d shifted far further to his puma than she’d ever thought he’d be able to, given his low level of elf blood.

  His body stopped shifting and he was stuck with human bits mixed in with his feline body. His scream, a cross between a screech of sheer pain and a yowl, echoed down the hall. A vortex opened in the whirlpool of magic swirling behind him. Between one heartbeat and the next, his abomination of a body was sucked through.

  Mona knew if she had still been in contact she would have gone with him, the final act of the spell.

  She turned to check on Raine, finding her friend’s latte-colored face several shades paler than normal, making her chocolate colored freckles stand out in relief. The smell of blood, sweat, and fecal matter hung heavy in the air, making even Mona feel queasy; she had to imagine Raine was hit harder. And magic—magic!—had just been done in front of all these mortals. Most would discount what they’d seen, but there was always one or two who picked up on what really happened.

  Three men from security detail pushed forward. “What the fuck?”

  Oh, hell.

  “Imp! Please!” Even with the urgent, pleading tone of her voice, Mona wasn’t sure the magical entities would answer her call. Still in training, she had no perceived social status. But if ever a situation called for the sparkling, pure magical energy creatures, this was it. Smythe had told her that in extreme circumstances, an imp might cast a spell for a Warder. Particularly should Folk be in danger of discovery.

  “Please, I need memories altered to help Folk!”

  Two small, bright, sparkly lights appeared, hovering high over the men’s heads. Thank the goddess.

  And their magic was already at work. The men stood frozen, with blank looks on their faces. Muttering a heartfelt “thank you,” she took Raine’s arm and dragged her out of the hallway.

  Chapter Two

  Raine wanted to run but Mona held her back—no need to draw more attention to themselves.

  “Aren’t you supposed to stop people from misusing magic? Isn’t that your job?” Raine hissed as they passed another shop filled with valentines.

  Mona was attempting to deal with her hair; the long, black curls had escaped her usual braid during their run and were getting in her face, driving her nuts. “No, I just clean up afterwards. I don’t usually do anything to stop people from misusing magic. There are other people who do that.”

  “Well, it should be you. You might be new at this, but you have skills they don’t have, right? And isn’t it better to go after the source than clean up all the messes?”

  Mona couldn’t argue Raine’s point. She’d tried to ask Smythe about it once and had simply been told that it wasn’t her job.

  As they walked, Mona sorted through the magic around Raine. She tried to study every single rune and marking. The working contained several nasty rune pairings, a few quite subtly hidden. There was deeper, angrier color at several of the junctures, making her think those parts would be difficult to move around. With this complicated a spell, Mona was hesitant to change any of the linkages, however she definitely could work around the sigils and make one or two pairs less prominent by manipulating the runes.

  Decided, Mona took the opportunity to nudge, ever so slightly to the back, the set of runes creating Raine's compulsion to deny she needed help. The main rune had a lot of the angry red about it, and it took Mona more effort than she’d anticipated to change the position. After working so hard to reorder the precedence of just the one, she wasn’t willing to move things around until she got a better handle on the setup. Particularly given what had happened to the Were.

  “Raine, I can help you.”

  “Help me?” Raine asked, her tone clearly both worried and defensive.

  Mona should have anticipated this. One of the sequences made Raine think no one could help, and conversely, another made her deny anything was wrong with her.

  “Pick out clothes and stuff,” Mona improvised. “There’s supposed be a big storm headed this way, and you need to get ready.”

  “Okay.” Raine was monotone.

  “How about a cup of coff—? Tea! I mean tea, first.” Mona didn’t think Raine should have caffeine. And sitting at a table would give her a chance to really look over the spell and see if there was any safe way to tweak it.

  The chain cafe had an entrance to the outside, which meant windows and an alternate exit should they need to leave quickly. Engulfed by the smell of coffee and yeast as they walked in, Mona realized how hungry she was. After convincing Raine she needed to go with peppermint tea, and getting them each a quick nosh, they settled into a table with views of both entrances.

  “Raine,” Mona said as she marshaled her thoughts, “I need to rearrange bits of your spell.”

  Raine slammed her cup down, a spattering hot liquid on the table.

  “I have a spell on me? First that deranged shifter kidnaps me, then he rapes me leaving me knocked up. Now I find out he’s put a spell on me, too? Why, that little piece of—”

  Raine was an inventive and descriptive curser. She impressed Mona with her detailed description of how she’d remove, and then destroy, a certain part of his anatomy to make sure the “piece of refried crap with raw sewage for brains” couldn’t knock up anyone else. Mona monitored the sigils to see if they triggered one of the mini set spells embedded in the working, but they remained the same, despite Raine’s anger.

  “Raine, deep breath,” Mona interjected, as soon as Raine paused her diatribe. She held up her hand to stop her from continuing. “You need to be careful not to get too worked up. The spell has built in markers that react to your moods, particularly if they get extreme. Except for anger; for some reason that’s ignored.”

  Raine seemed about to say something. Mona looked her in the eye and took a deep breath, continuing to do so until Raine caught up with her.

  Moving things around was every bit as tricky as she’d expected, especially in areas where the orange-tinted red sigils directing how the runes energy would combine deepened to burgundy. In those places the runes were particularly recalcitrant. But Mona did her best. Careful not to brush against the sigils, she changed the orientation of some of the runes at the base of the spell. Raine ended up in less discomfort, although if she got fewer than six hours of sleep she’d be in pain. Mona made Raine’s disinclination to speak, particularly of what had happened, into to an avoidance of quiet spaces. She also widened Raine’s perception, so her fear of leaving the mall was now a phobia of rural spaces.

  Done, she watched the working resettle itself around the new configuration. There were some bright sigils still glowing from earlier but nothing new seemed to have come active.

  Raine finished the last bit of soup-soaked bread and sat back, looking content.

  The br
ight sigils flared, then sparked before disappearing.

  Not good, although nothing new took their place. Mona suspected it was a beacon of some sort, and if so, it was tied to the place, not Raine. This meant she needed to make sure Raine left the mall soon.

  “I’m ready to go, how about you?” Mona asked, standing to see if Raine would protest or follow.

  Raine followed, pensive as they left the coffee shop.

  “Where do you want to go?” Mona asked.

  “I’m not ready to face anyone, not yet. They’re going to be full of questions that I’m not ready to answer.”

  “It’s not your fault.”

  “Yeah, I know.” Raine didn’t sound entirely convinced.

  Mona suspected nothing but time would heal that wound. “You’re welcome to stay at my place.”

  “No, I need to be away from you all for a bit.” Raine gestured vaguely, indicating some ill-set area of Folk. “I’ll probably hole in up in a motel up by the falls tonight.”

  “I’m not sure you should be alone.” Although if being around people she knew would make Raine more anxious, she might be better off alone for the next day while the new order of the spell took hold.

  “I’ve been alone for the past several months. I’ll be fine.”

  Guilt swamped Mona, if she’d stayed in touch, Raine might have gotten help sooner. Wallowing would not help. “Twenty-four hours, that’s my limit. After that you’re with me, or your aunt Betty. Got it?”

  Raine smiled, they both knew her aunt Betty would smother her in kindness, no questions asked. “Between a rock and a hard place, huh? Okay, I can work with that.” She stared at Mona before coming to a decision. “Please, can you hold off on saying anything to the pack just yet about that crazy shifter stuff? Surely one day won’t make a difference.”

  Reluctantly Mona agreed, bartering her silence for Raine’s agreement to let Mona buy her winter clothes.