by Jessica Gunn
“And Nate?” Krystin asked when I’d stayed quiet for too long.
“He’s an ether-shaper. He’s been involved with the Circles for a few years now.”
Krystin chewed the inside of her cheek, mulling something over.
“Why, how long have you been a Hunter?” I asked.
She shifted her weight to the opposite foot and readjusted her backpack. “A while. But I remember having my magik long before then. My mother bound it for a few years until I was old enough to understand what was happening. But it’s been over a decade.”
Damn. No wonder she carried that whole mightier-than-thou vibe. “Sucks.”
She nodded, throwing her gaze across the room. “Thanks again. Meeting like this wasn’t exactly the plan.”
“It’s cool. We can figure things out in the morning.”
She nodded and dropped her bag on the mattress. “Sounds good. Goodnight.”
“Ben!” Nate called from down the hall, his heavy footfalls smacking against the wooden floor. Krystin and I watched him sprint down the short hall. “Downstairs. Now. You have to hear this.”
Krystin’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?”
“It’s the police scanner,” Nate said again.
We raced back downstairs, me on unsure feet. We’d turned in for the night, so our Fire Circle-issued police scanner shouldn’t still be on. But a sickening feeling of doubt curled in my stomach, one that grew with each step downstairs into the living room before settling.
“This isn’t good,” Rachel said, pointing at the scanner. She glanced over her shoulder at me, her phone in her other hand. “It’s all over the local news, too, though with less information.”
“What is?” I asked.
Nate grabbed the police scanner from an ottoman serving as a coffee table and turned up the volume. “A demon attack. Boston police think it’s some rabid guy on PCP they found down the street from the scene, but…”
As Nate’s words stopped, slightly garbled static filled the living room. “Homicide on Huntington… 49 en route to that location, ETA five minutes. Gnarly… Tongue’s gone.”
“Doesn’t sound like they’ve got a suspect,” Rachel said, head tilted toward the scanner. “But given our run-in earlier tonight. And”—she held up her phone—“Thanks to the helpful, disgusting pictures people are posting from the area to social media, I can also tell you the area’s covered in blood. If Jaffrin or Fire Circle Command doesn’t know about this—”
“They must by now,” Krystin said. “But that’s exactly what happened to our victim from earlier tonight.”
Nate nodded. “Exactly. We should check it out, then check in with Jaffrin.”
“Or give him a heads up,” I said. He’d want to know before we started meddling with normal humans’ investigation procedures that the same demon we thought we’d killed had attacked again. But was it the same demon? I glanced at Krystin. “Didn’t our guy say something about it not being his fault?”
Krystin was silent for a moment, her brow creasing, before she said, “Yeah. He did.” She sighed. “I’ll go grab my stuff. Nate’s right. We need to get over there now and investigate as inconspicuously as possible. We can guard the human police if nothing else.”
I hung my head, threatening to give in to both defeat and doubt. Of course two murders would happen on the night we got assigned our fourth team member.
Why would the world be anything other than full of coincidences?
CHAPTER 3
KRYSTIN
I shouldn’t be going this close to the center of the city. The Prudential Center was only a hop-skip-jump from Copley Square, which acted as one border to Cianza Boston, stretching all the way to the far end of Boston Commons. Me standing even this close to that cianza could tip the balance. If we were attacked by demons, I wouldn’t be able to use my powers, that was for sure. My prophesized magik alone would see a lot of people killed if it got out of control.
But I couldn’t tell Ben that without risking him knowing something the team isn’t ready to be aware of yet. Jaffrin would tell them about the Alzan Prophecy when it was time. It wasn’t like many others in the Fire Circle knew, either. Until then, I’d have to come up with some good excuses about why I couldn’t go to the center of Boston.
Except for tonight, when we had to skirt the edge of the cianza’s range to visit the site of the attack. We armed ourselves and left within a half hour, giving some time for the scene to die down a bit. It wouldn’t, though, not until morning. Maybe not even then. But if we could just get close enough to see the position of the body or feel out a teleportante trail, then we could confirm a demonic cause.
If the demon I’d killed earlier tonight had been telling the truth, if he’d come across the body in the alley on a nighttime stroll and had gotten caught up with Ben, Rachel, and Nate, then it meant someone else was on the loose.
Who was I kidding? Demons of Darkness were always around. Most of the time they laid low until they needed human energy or had a hankering for violence, but rarely did they mutilate bodies like this.
Problem was, normal demons in small numbers didn’t tip cianzas into blowing up. But alone, I could. I bit my lip and tried to rein in my magik as best as I could. If we stayed here for longer than a couple of hours, the whole city would be in danger.
“Let’s try to stay as hidden as possible,” Ben said as we climbed the stairs from a subway platform to street level. “If we could find a rooftop, that’d be best.”
Sirens filled the air as we climbed, mixing with the cold fall air to produce chills that scurried up my arms. The attack site had been across the city, too far to walk if we had any hope of investigating under the cover of night. I rubbed my arms in hopes of warming my fears away.
“A rooftop here?” I asked. “Unlikely. We’re better off breaking into a building and looking in from above.”
Ben glanced back at Rachel, who shrugged as she tugged her phone out of her pocket and began scrolling through social media feeds.
“Oh, come on, you’ve never broke into a building on Hunter Circles business before?” I asked.
“No,” Ben said. “We try not to commit more crimes than demons do.”
I chewed on my response rather than say it aloud. Despite the inches-long leash Jaffrin kept on my life, he never seemed to care about my less-than-moral ways of going about my solo missions. As long as I went to such-and-such a place and retrieved the sought-after item or neutralized the demonic target, he didn’t appear to care how I went about it.
Or maybe… maybe he didn’t have as tight a grip on me as I’d thought.
I used to be afraid of how he knew every place I went and how long it took me to complete a mission. Now I wasn’t so sure that knowledge was as far-reaching as my mother had always claimed. Between the two of them, it was like I’d worn a tracking device every day since I’d turned eleven.
“I’m just saying it might help us stay hidden,” I said. Unless we got caught.
But the argument died on our lips as we approached the scene of the attack, a small square alleyway tucked between two towering buildings near the Prudential Center. The closer we got, the more clicks and flashes from photographers’ cameras grew louder and brighter.
“People keep sending out pictures,” Rachel said as she continued scrolling through social media. “I think Krystin’s right. It must be late-night workers.”
“It’s almost one in the morning.” Ben grunted. “What the hell is going on over there?”
I glanced at the front door of the first building playing guard to one side of the alley. Lights inside the lobby shone through to the street. People gathered by the closest window to the alley, watching the police and investigators work. “Looks like at least one is open for business. We could try going in the back to—”
“No,” Ben snapped. “We do this my way.” To me, much more quietly, he said, “Thought you’d follow.”
I locked my jaw and swallowed my words. A
nd to think I considered Jaffrin to be a dick. At least Ben had good looks going for him. His strong jawline and built body covered up at least part of his arrogant personality. “Fine. Your way. What are your orders?”
His eyes swam with fury, but all he said was, “Spread out. Collect what information you can and then we’ll go home. You and I will report to Jaffrin in the morning. His hands will no doubt be full with this tonight.”
Rachel nodded and took off for a bank of reporters. Ben locked eyes with me, unmoving.
“Recon and report, got it,” I said.
“I’ll go with Krystin,” said Nate. “We’ll try to get into the crowd.”
Ben continued to give me a hard look, but the longer it went on for, the less effect it had. I’d already begun to grow immune. Good thing, too, because this whole teamwork thing would suck. Jaffrin had won in that respect. After all the time he and my mother had kept me isolated to keep my identity hidden, I’d learned to work on my own. To take care of myself and no one else.
“Come on,” Nate said as we watched Ben catch up to Rachel.
I nodded and took off into the crowd. Over the better part of a half hour I worked my way to the front, Nate behind me and over a few people. We still weren’t less than thirty feet away. The police had covered the body with a white sheet as their crime scene investigators went about their work. With every minute that passed, the crowd of watchers grew, despite the police’s attempts to get everyone to go home. Not likely. This might be the business district but the closest bar was only a block and a half over.
By the time 2 A.M. rolled around, a hundred people had gathered despite the police’s effort to keep the street cleared. I ignored them and closed my eyes, trying to sense for a teleportante trail or any residual magik without actually using my own to do so. The demon had probably attacked and teleported out almost immediately, but those teleportation trails didn’t last long. And while I wasn’t necessarily sensitive to magik fluctuations, I could see auras. This alleyway was still covered in a powerful one.
As my senses sought the magik out, chills spiraled down my spine to my toes, using me as a grounding wire to the very earth beneath my feet. The force of the demon’s aura, its power, slammed into me. I stumbled back a step, barely catching myself as the scent of burning wood and raw power filled my nostrils, dark and inviting. Teasing. Wanting.
It felt familiar. My mind wrapped around the scent and pulled it in deep, using it as a guide to search memories I couldn’t possibly recall all at once.
This aura… It wasn’t the first time I’d felt it. Tonight, right here in this crowd full of people, wasn’t the first time it’d invaded my magik and my mind.
My gut twisted and something called to me, twisting my vision back toward the subway stop from which we’d come. I gave into it and rocked onto my tiptoes, glancing over the crowd. A figure shadowed by nighttime and tall buildings stood there. Watching. Coldness seeped into my veins, snatching my breath from my lips as if I’d dunked myself into Boston Harbor.
“Krystin?”
Slowly, conscious control of my breath returned. I blinked, rubbing at my eyes. When I looked up, the shadowy figure was gone.
“Krystin, are you okay?” Nate stood next me. His grip on my arm slowly came into focus, firm and warm.
“I’m good,” I lied.
“You sure? You spaced out for a good two minutes,” he said. “I saw you turn around and then…”
His words trailed off into silence as memories connected in my head, bright flashes of synapses connecting to form a singular awful, horrendous image. I was a baby and there had been so much blood, so much magik spilled that day. The day that made Jaffrin and my mother realize who I was, the prophecy I’d one day fulfill. The prophecy my father had died to ensure I’d be around to see completed.
The demon that’d cut out two people’s tongues and ended their lives tonight, the one who’d watched the scene from across the street… that powerful demon stalking Boston’s streets was the same one that’d murdered my father twenty-three years ago.
And now he was back.
CHAPTER 4
BEN
We couldn’t wait until morning. I hadn’t seen Krystin’s reaction to the demon’s aura like Nate had, but she’d still been frozen when Rachel and I had met up with them not long after. Whatever Krystin had felt had been enough to shut her up and, though I hadn’t known her for that long, that seemed to be a real shitty sign. So, instead of going home to sleep off the experience of another attack, I’d sent Rachel and Nate back to the house so Krystin and I could head over to Jaffrin and report. Not just about Krystin successfully finding us and joining the team, but also because of the dual demon attacks.
From the outside, Fire Circle Headquarters looked like any other office building in the Financial District on State Street. Long glass windows, a dozen some-odd stories, and a revolving door operated by a keycard lock. Krystin and I climbed the front steps and I swiped my keycard at the entrance. From outside, I spied Lissandra at her admin desk, operating phone calls and emails—all of them most likely from the Ether Head Circle given tonight’s attacks. The card reader beeped, accepting our request, and the door unlocked.
A wave of dizzy confusion washed over me as Krystin and I crossed the threshold. Glass panes became wooden, the windows smaller, and the ceilings shorter. I’d only ever explored three stories worth of the building, but I was pretty sure there weren’t really more than five, tops, including the basement. The dark wood flooring beneath us had been perfectly preserved—by magik, probably—since the original Fire Circle Headquarters had been built in the very early 1600s. Amongst the first colonists who’d come over on the Mayflower from England were emissaries from the overseas Circles, who formed the Fire Circle first, then the others across the United States as time went on.
Much of the building’s original architecture remained the same, save for upgrades in plumbing, electricity, and things like cable and the Internet. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I did trust my gut feeling. I’d grown up in New England, so maybe it was stronger for me, but even Hunters who visited from the West Coast noted the feel of Fire Circle Headquarters. The connection it made them feel to Colonial America. To the early Hunters who’d come over from England.
Krystin and I walked up to Lissandra’s desk with slow, exhausted steps.
“Hi, Lissandra,” I said.
She glanced up from underneath her long, blonde bangs and smiled. “Good evening, Ben. What brings you to Headquarters at such a late hour?” Her gaze found Krystin’s. “And you, Ms. Blackwood. It’s nice to see you again.”
Does she really have to ask why we’re here? It should have been obvious. And besides, why was she working so late? Unless Jaffrin had called her in because of the high-profile attack.
Krystin gave her a smile—an honest-to-god genuine smile. So, she was capable of being nice to people. That meant I’d have to work a little harder to meet her in the middle.
“You too,” Krystin said. “Sorry it’s so late. We saw the attack on TV and ran into a similar situation earlier tonight. Can we speak to Jaffrin?”
Lissandra’s smile faltered and she pulled her painted fingers away from the keyboard. “Given the media attention, he’s a bit busy right now.”
“This is important,” I said. But so too were the calls Jaffrin was probably receiving
Lissandra looked from me to Krystin, then up the stairs. She sighed. “One moment. I’ll go check if he’ll see you.”
“Thank you,” Krystin said.
Lissandra disappeared up the stairs and I took the free minute to glance around the lobby of Fire Circle Headquarters. If other Hunters were worried about the publicized attack, they hadn’t come to Headquarters to find out more information.
Still, in spite of what the silence meant, the stillness was refreshing. At least until I caught Krystin glancing at the missing persons board.
My blood ran cold. I wouldn’t look. I couldn’t. To see
Riley’s face there with all the other children Darkness had stolen over the years, all the other people, both Hunter and normal human alike, that were probably dead after being gone for so long, brought too many fears swimming to the surface. Not least of all my biggest fear: that they’d turned Riley into a demon.
Krystin’s gaze seemed to roam over each face. I turned from her to lean against Lissandra’s desk and peer out the front windows into the city. Riley was still alive. I felt the sureness of that in every single breath I took. I hadn’t known him very long. He’d only been a few weeks old when demons of Darkness yanked him from his stroller with me two feet away. But everything within me said I’d know if he had died.
“It’s disgusting,” Krystin said out of nowhere.
I didn’t bother turning to acknowledge her words. It was obvious what she meant. “I know.”
“Why take children? They’re as innocent as anyone can be in this war. Good… evil… Everyone thinks it’s all so black and white, but then there’re these monsters. Makes most of Darkness look like normal people.”
I scuffed the wooden floor with the heel of my boot. “Pretty much.”
I should have told her. Krystin should, as my new teammate, know that our powers weren’t the only reason Rachel and I had joined the Fire Circle. But the words wouldn’t come, and even if they did, I doubted I’d have the strength to speak them aloud.
Lissandra’s light steps sounded down the staircase. She stopped halfway, brushing invisible dirt off of her sweater dress, and ushered us up to the second floor. “There are a lot of political messes going on right now between the Circles, and the attack the media’s focusing on has the Ether Head Circle in a tizzy, but he’ll see you. Keep it quick.”
“Thank you, Lissandra,” I said. “We appreciate it.”
She nodded and left us to it, not knowing how close I’d come to trusting my new teammate with my greatest weakness before backing away from doing so.