Stone Cold

by Devon Monk

  Terric had gotten out of the mess with a missing pinkie finger, and I’d somehow kept the aurora borealis glow in my eyes. It was still freaky. Sunglasses were now a permanent wardrobe item.

  “So,” Allie said, “you heard me warning you that I am going to make you hold your goddaughter, right?”

  “Uh, right. Sometime, sure.”

  Allie fixed me with a look and eased up out of the rocking chair with the baby in her arms.

  “. . . in the future . . .”

  She raised one eyebrow and nudged my legs with her foot. I drew my boots off the gargoyle and sat up straighter.

  “. . . when she is much less fragile . . .”

  Allie plopped the tiny pink-wrapped bundle of baby Beckstrom-Jones into my arms.

  “. . . holy crap.”

  Sunny and Mum laughed.

  “Language,” Allie said.

  This was the first time in my life I’d held a baby. Suddenly I was all thumbs and elbows, and every joint went stiff as I held perfectly still.

  “Well, this was great,” I said. “A miracle of life. Glad to be a part of it. You can take her back now.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.” Allie walked over to the chair and sat down, smug as a cat.

  “Please?”

  “Nope.”

  “You’re doing fine, son,” Mum said from over her cup of tea.

  The baby squished up her face and opened her mouth.

  “What’s she doing?” I asked, alarmed.

  “Her name is Ramona Jozette, and she is yawning,” Allie said.

  “You can handle a little baby yawn, can’t you?” Sunny asked.

  “No,” I said. “I most definitely cannot. Take her back before I break something.” I sort of lifted my arms awkwardly, trying to hold her out for Allie to retrieve.

  “Suck it up, Shame,” Allie said. “You are officially in training. I expect full babysitting days out of you in the future.”

  “You should know better than to leave her with a guy like me, Beckstrom.”

  “What? A Death magic user who might at any moment drain the life out of her?” She gave me an innocent look. “Oh no. That’s right. You can’t do that anymore. Nobody can use magic anymore. Because you broke it.”

  I grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “What’s a bad thing?” Zayvion strolled into the room, Terric a step behind him. “Hold on. Is that my daughter in your arms, Shame?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Thought she and I could have a little talk. Somebody’s got to tell her all her daddy’s dirty secrets.”

  Zay gave me a smile and his brown eyes were just brown. No more gold for him, no more magic for the man who had stood at the front lines on this city’s battlefields for years, protecting it from the people who were trying to destroy it.

  No more worrying about protecting his daughter from the things people with magic might do to her—a Soul Complement’s child.

  It had turned out to be, I decided, one of my favorite side effects of me trying to swallow magic whole, and it trying to tear me apart. Maybe his kid would have a chance to grow up in a place that wasn’t so full of fear and pain.

  “Tell her anything you want,” Zay said, handing the iced tea to Allie. “I’ve got nothing to hide. She knows I love her.”

  “Is that right, Rami Jo?” I asked the baby, who had her daddy’s thick black hair and her mommy’s nose. “Did you also know that your old man was a very bad man back in his day before he grew up and turned soft and fatherly?”

  “Unlike her uncle Shame,” Terric said, “who is still a bad man and never grew up.”

  “Or your uncle Terric, who is a terrible liar, and owes me for saving his life. Again.”

  Terric settled onto the couch, took a swallow of his tea, and grinned. “Asshole.”

  “Language,” Allie said.

  Mum laughed again. “I don’t think she understands it yet, sweetheart.”

  “It’s the principle,” Allie said.

  I carefully shifted the baby so I could hold her in one hand. Her little body lay down on my arm but didn’t even reach the crook of my elbow.

  “Hey, look at that,” I said. “I think I’m starting to get the hang of this. She’s like a little football, isn’t she?”

  Zay crossed the space between us in three strides and plucked her out of my hands. “You know what? You are doing that wrong.”

  There it was. Promise complete. I held his daughter and he told me I was doing it wrong. I grinned, leaned back. “What? I wasn’t going to punt her.”

  “I know,” he said, but his body language had gone daddy lion protective. Oh, her future dates were in for a world of hurt.

  I looked over at Terric, who threw me a small smile. We were going to have a hell of a lot of fun teasing him for the next couple of decades.

  Ah, who was I kidding? Fatherhood looked good on him.

  “So, magic,” Allie said, swinging back on the subject. “Now that we’re all up and about, tell us exactly what you two did. I tried talking to Cody, but he was elbow deep in figuring out why Stone was still working after what you did.”

  Stone’s ears pricked up at the sound of his name and he trotted over to sit on the floor between Allie’s and Zay’s chairs.

  “We broke it,” Terric said. “Killed the drones who were too far gone to be saved. Killed Eli and Krogher. Then Shame tried to put dark and light magic back together. Idiot.”

  “Well, if you’d managed to take a couple bullets like a man and not go whining to heaven about it, I wouldn’t have had to mend magic.”

  “His attempt,” Terric went on, “gave Life magic a hold in me. It healed me, then pulled him back from the brink of death. Which reminds me, I did the math. I’ve saved your life more than you’ve saved mine.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Holy hells, Shame,” Allie said. “Language.”

  “When we finally worked the fucking Transference spell,” I said.

  Allie threw her hands in the air and rolled her eyes.

  “Shame,” Mum warned, but she was trying not to smile.

  “All the damn magic flooded into Cody, and he shitting fixed it. So you can blame that son of a bitch, not us.”

  “Okay,” Zay said. “Allie and I used Cody to mend magic too, three years ago. Magic still worked afterward.”

  “Yes, but it was softer and gentler.” I shrugged.

  “Maybe it gets weaker each time it’s broken and healed?” Davy suggested.

  “Could be,” Sunny said.

  I took a drink of my beer and Terric glanced at me over his glass of tea, one eyebrow twitching upward. The thing we hadn’t told them was we each could still use magic. He could use Life magic and I could use Death.

  Magic wasn’t gone from the world, far from it. We’d just made sure it was just a lot harder to get to now. Nigh impossible to reach. Well, except for us.

  “Just because glyphs, spells, and blood can’t hold magic,” Hayden said, “doesn’t mean people won’t try other things.”

  “Sure,” Terric said. “If magic can be accessed, humankind will find a way to do so.”

  “Are there any back doors into magic that you two know about?” Zay asked. “Any loopholes?”

  “Nope,” I lied.

  “Terric,” Mum asked. “Is that true?”

  I made an offended sound. “Right here.”

  Terric just gave me a told-you-so look. “You have my word on it,” he said. “No back doors.”

  Okay, seriously. Terric was turning into a first-class liar. Warmed my little black heart.

  Zay just made a hmm sound.

  He and Zay had the kind of friendship that didn’t allow for a lot of lies. For all that we had grown up shoulder to shoulder, he and Zay had been up for the sa
me position in the Authority. They had trained together, worked together, and had both been Victor’s star pupils. They knew each other better than brothers.

  Of course Zay and I knew each other better than brothers too. Which is why he was right to be suspicious of my answer, at least.

  “If that answer ever changes,” Zay said, “you’ll come to me, right? Both of you will.” It wasn’t so much a question as a command. As if he could call the shots.

  Well, I guess old habits die hard.

  “Of course we will, Daddy Jones,” I said. “The day that the truth we are telling you suddenly turns into a lie, we’ll be sure to give you a call.”

  “Good,” he said. “Don’t forget it.”

  Rami Jo made a cute little cooing sound and Allie and Zay exchanged a look that was more than love. Stone’s wings shivered in delight and he hummed softly back to her. I had a feeling baby Rami Jo was going to be Stone’s favorite little buddy ever.

  “We’re glad you’re both okay,” Mum said. “You are okay, aren’t you?”

  “Breathing all day every day,” I said.

  “And the Soul Complement stuff,” Hayden asked, “is that finally good between you two boys?”

  “Oh yeah,” Terric said. “All good.” He made a kissy face at me, so I flipped him off.

  Like he said: all good.

  Chapter 32

  SHAME

  The door of the diner behind Terric opened, letting in the warm June wind, a little sunlight, and a man I’d invited to lunch.

  The man was Dashiell Spade. He caught sight of us and headed our way.

  “What?” Terric asked me from over the slice of pie he was eating.

  I tugged down my sunglasses just enough to gaze over the top of them. “I thought a movie might be fun tonight. You like movies, right, Terric?”

  “Some movies. Sure.”

  “Good. I got tickets.” I slid them across the table to him, pushed my sunglasses back into place.

  “You and me?” He didn’t touch the tickets but took another bite of pie and gave me a wary look. “What do you want, Shame? And don’t make me come in there”—he waved his fork toward my head—“to find out.”

  It had been a couple of months since we’d broken magic and changed the world.

  We’d figured out a few tricks of being Soul Complements, the first of which was how to block what we were thinking from each other. Some other tricks too, like how to use Life magic and Death magic so no one noticed we were doing so.

  Worked best if we did it together, but wasn’t so bad if we did it alone.

  Life and Death didn’t eat away at us like before. Terric had found a very old joining spell. It looked a lot like an infinity sign. We’d both had it tattooed, his on his left arm, mine on my right. Whenever we were around each other, magic sort of . . . balanced between us.

  Eleanor had been right all along. Using magic together did make it better for both of us.

  And we’d gotten good enough at blocking our thoughts that we didn’t even have to concentrate on it much anymore.

  Which meant I could plan something, like a movie, and he wouldn’t know.

  “Hey,” Dash said, stopping by the table. “How’s it going?”

  “Dash,” Terric said, throwing a look my way. “Nice to see you.”

  I took a bite of my pie and ignored Terric. “Pull up a seat,” I said. “Terric was just telling me there’s a movie he’s excited to see. He has two tickets, but I have to bail on him. You two should go.”

  “Uh, okay.” Dash snagged a chair from the other table to set next to us. “If you want me to?”

  “Of course he does,” I said. “Go on, Ter. You deserve a little downtime. I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this.”

  Just let go, mate, I thought. And maybe let a good thing happen for once. The man likes you. It wouldn’t kill you to let him know you like him back.

  Terric leaned back and studied me as if he were seeing new words in a book he’d been reading all his life.

  Because suddenly you’ve decided I should date him?

  Because you want to, I thought. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong. No worries. I just . . . I want you to be happy.

  I am happy.

  And behind those words was so much more. He was happy to be alive, happy I was alive, happy we weren’t being hunted, hurt, killed. Happy we had finally accepted that, like it or not, we would always be together. Soul Complements, brothers, friends. Not such a bad thing.

  “Terric? Everything okay?” Dash asked.

  “Yes, yes. Sorry. Yes. If you’re game, I have two tickets,” Terric said. He picked up the tickets, read them. “And it looks like it starts in half an hour. How convenient.” He tapped the table with a fingertip. “Let me settle our bill. I’ll be right back.”

  He got up and walked over to the register. I ate pie.

  “You put him up to this, didn’t you?” Dash asked.

  “Naw, not really. He’s wanted to do this for years.”

  “But the movie and the second ticket for me was your idea.”

  I put my fork down and picked up my coffee. “Maybe.”

  “Shame,” he started.

  “Okay, yes. Hey. I have good ideas. This was one of them. Live life to the fullest, I always say.”

  “You never say that.”

  “Are you deaf? I just said it.”

  “You’ve made a lot of enemies, you know,” he said. “People will find out it was you and Terric that broke magic and put it back together. They’ll think you somehow made it so none of the spells work anymore. They’ll think you two are what’s standing in the way of them getting magic back.”

  “Nobody’s getting magic back, and the world’s a better place because of it,” I said.

  “They won’t believe you. You’ll have a target on your head.”

  “Aren’t you gloom and doom today? Also, like I care?” I took a drink of coffee.

  “You should,” he said, holding my gaze. “For your friends, your mother, hell, for me, if no one else. I already saw you and Terric bloody and dead once. I don’t ever want to see that again.”

  “Everyone dies, Dash,” I said. “Can’t promise that when we die, we’ll go gentle.”

  “Just promise it won’t be anytime soon.”

  “Cross my heart,” I said.

  Terric strolled over to the table. “Ready?”

  Dash stood, smiled. “Looking forward to it.”

  Terric pointed a finger at me. “Your mom wants you over for dinner tonight.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “And Sunny said she and Davy are up for poker night at our house, six o’clock on Thursday.”

  “I’ll be there too.”

  “Don’t forget to pick up groceries today. We’re out of coffee.”

  I shook my head. This was what my life had become. I was roommates with a walking to-do list.

  “Go away, Terric. Dash, make him go away.”

  “Actually, I’m in no hurry,” Dash said. “We could catch a later show. How’s the laundry situation, Terric?”

  “Now that you mention it, those socks aren’t sorting themselves.”

  I picked up my fork and gripped it like a dagger. “Just because I like you doesn’t mean I won’t stab you both in the neck. Go.”

  “Groceries,” Terric said again.

  I made a shooing motion with my free hand.

  “Bye, Shame,” Dash said. “See you tonight.”

  “Well,” Terric said, “see you sometime.”

  Dash raised his eyebrows and Terric smiled.

  They headed toward the door.

  I took a deep breath, glad for the peace and quiet in the diner.

  No more ghosts, no more magic. Just a collection of worn-out people si
tting at worn-out tables talking over worn-out problems. I picked up my coffee, drank the last cold dregs of it, then got up and walked out into the June sunlight.

  Got about three strides down the block before a bullet cracked into the brick of the building right over my shoulder, and a second buried itself into my arm.

  “Son of a bitch.” That hurt. But it wouldn’t kill me.

  Spotted the gunman taking off down the alley toward his car there. I’d seen him before. He looked like the killer I’d been after a few weeks ago, Stuart. One of the killers from Victor’s hit list.

  Well, well. Things really were looking up. I grinned and strode down the street toward him, drawing Death magic into my hand. Magic, my magic, and yes, Terric’s magic, was invisible now. It was also much more of a laying-on-of-hands type of thing.

  I caught up to the guy and shoved him against the brick wall with a single touch of Freeze.

  “Mr. Stuart?” I said, leaning my weight into my hand on his shoulder and magic holding him. “I think you and I need to have a little talk.”

  I lifted my other hand filled with Death magic and patted his chest. “Your killing days are over, mate. Time’s up.”

  Death magic hit. I stepped back, took my hands off him. He crumpled to the ground, his heart beating too hard, then not at all.

  The coroner would say heart attack. Not uncommon for someone his age with such poor eating and exercise habits.

  Right. I pulled a handkerchief out of my pocket and pressed it against the bullet wound in my shoulder. I’d ask Terric to heal it later.

  I stepped over the body and started off to my car.

  Okay, so maybe I hadn’t found peace, exactly. And yes, I still had Death riding my bones, and Terric still had Life to grapple with. We were okay with that. For the first time in our lives, we were even pretty okay with each other.

  Maybe that was as good as it was going to get for me, for us.

  As far as I was concerned? It was plenty good enough.

  I got in my car and pulled Victor’s hit list of killers out of the glove compartment. Crossed poor heart attack Mr. Stuart off the list and glanced at the next name.

  Last-known address: Tacoma.