“You can keep her here,” Curran said. “We’ll look after her.”
“Thank you for the offer. I honestly appreciate it. But things are hunting her. She’ll be safe in the vault and I don’t want to be responsible for any deaths.”
He sighed. “You do realize that you just insulted me, right?”
“How so?”
“You implied that I can’t protect her or my people.”
I looked at him. “That’s not at all what I meant.”
“Apologize and I’ll let it go.”
I kept my hands firmly on the iron rail before me. Grabbing the weight bar and walloping the Beast Lord upside the head wouldn’t be the best diplomatic move.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.” There. I was civil. It almost killed me.
“Apology accepted.”
“Will there be anything else?” Your Arrogance.
“No.” He picked up an enormous dumbbell and began to curl, working his biceps.
I turned to leave and stopped. He was in a good mood. Relaxed. He didn’t wig out at me. Now was as good a time as any. “Myong…”
A low warning growl reverberated in his throat. “I said later.”
Technically it was later. “I think she loves him very much.”
He snarled. “You forget yourself! Drop it.”
“She’s very passive and she’s terrified of you. It took a great deal of courage for her to come and see me.”
He tossed the dumbbell aside. It went flying and hit with a loud thud, leaving a dent in the pavement of the roof. Curran strode toward me, eyes blazing. “If I let her go, I’ll need a replacement. Want to volunteer for the job?”
He looked like he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. I swiped Slayer from its sheath and backed away from the edge of the roof. “And be girlfriend number twenty-three soon to be dumped in favor of girlfriend number twenty-four who has slightly bigger boobs? I don’t think so.”
He kept coming. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You get these beautiful women, make them dependent on you, and then dump them. Well, this time a woman left you first, and your enormous ego can’t deal with it. And to think that I hoped we could talk like reasonable adults. If we were the last two people on Earth, I’d find myself a moving island so I could get the hell away from you.” I was almost to the drop door leading to the ladder.
He stopped suddenly and crossed his arms over his chest. “We’ll see.”
“Nothing to see. Thanks for the rescue and for the food. I’m taking my kid and leaving.” I dropped into the hole, slid down the ladder, and backed away down the hall. He didn’t follow me.
I was midway down to the first floor when it finally hit me: I had just told the alpha of all shapeshifters that hell would freeze over before I got into his bed. Not only had I just kissed any cooperation from the Pack good-bye, but I had also challenged him. Again. I stopped and hit my head a few times on the wall. Keep your mouth shut, stupid.
Derek appeared at the bottom of the stairway. “It went that well, huh?”
“Spare me.”
“I take it you’re leaving.”
I stopped hitting my head and looked at him.
“Mind if I tag along?” he asked.
“Why?”
“I want the thief.” Derek’s face was grim. “He has a thing for you.”
A werewolf who can outrun me, who can bend metal into roses with his fingers, and who could grab Julie in case of trouble and take off like a rocket never to be caught by freaky broads with deepwater teeth. Let me think…
“Sure. Be glad to have you.”
CHAPTER 12
MIRACULOUSLY THE PHONE IN THE HALLWAY OF THE shapeshifters’ office worked. As much as I wanted to get the hell out of there, I didn’t want to risk leaving on foot.
I got Maxine on the first ring. “Atlanta Chapter of the Order. How may I help you?”
“Maxine, it’s me. May I speak to Ted?”
“He’s out.”
“Out? Ted’s never out. Where is he?”
“He’s on an errand.”
Crap. “What about Mauro?”
“He’s out, too. Most of the knights are out.”
What in the world? “Is anybody there?”
“Andrea.”
Oh boy. “Can I speak to her, please?”
There was a click and then Andrea’s voice said, “Hey, Kate.”
Hi, Andrea I know you’ve been attacked by a loup, but can you come to pick up me and my teenage werewolf at a shapeshifter compound? I took a deep breath. Here’s hoping she didn’t suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder.
“I really hate to ask you this, but I have no choice. I’m trying to escort a little girl to the Order so I can hide her in the vault. I need three horses.”
“No problem. Where are you?”
“I’m at the Pack’s Southeast office.” I cringed a little as I said it. “I’ll meet you on the corner of Griffin and Atlanta Avenue. And I have a shapeshifter with me.”
She didn’t miss a beat. “Sit tight. I’ll be right there.”
I collected Julie, once again armed with my knife, and we left, Derek in tow.
“Where are we going?” Julie asked as we headed toward Griffin Street.
“To the Order.”
Around us the city shrugged off the remnants of the magic-filled night. Technology had hit early in the morning, but the magic waves had flowed and ebbed all night.
“What are we going to do at the Order?” Julie asked.
“The Order’s very well fortified. I’m going to leave you there with Andrea. She’s a very nice lady.”
“No! I’m going to stay with you!”
I gave her my hard stare. “Julie, this isn’t a democracy.”
“No!”
I kept walking. “I have to go out and look for your mom. You do want me to find your mom, don’t you?”
“I want to come with you.”
On the corner of Griffin and Atlanta Avenue a crowd blocked the traffic around a crane. A skinny dark-haired girl with the buttery grace of a pickpocket was working the edges of the gathering. She drifted our way. Julie pulled out her dagger and gave the pickpocket a hard look. The girl reversed her course.
The crane groaned. The cable snapped taut, and a huge fish tail reared above the crowd, followed by a serpentine body covered with turquoise scales bigger than my head. The scales glistened with moisture. Something about that fish looked familiar…I couldn’t recall where I could’ve seen a three-story-tall fish. Not exactly a sight I would likely forget.
“What is that?”
A balding middle-aged man with a teamster badge on his leather vest turned to me. “The Fish Market Fish.”
“The bronze sculpture in front of the Fish Market?”
“Used to be bronze.”
“How did it get here from Buckhead?”
“There was a river,” a woman on my left said. “I saw it from the window.”
“The ground’s dry,” the teamster pointed out.
“I’m telling you I saw a river. You could see clear through the waves. Like it was made out of ghosts. Never seen nothing like that.”
The teamster spat into the dirt. “Yeah, well, we’ll see worse before the flare’s over.”
We stood to the side, away from the crowd, and watched the fish being hoisted up.
“You can’t leave me,” Julie declared.
Considering our earlier conversation, I would’ve thought she’d jump at the chance to get me out of her hair. “I want you to think back to when the reeves came.”
She paled.
“The reeves are out there. They want you for something and they won’t give up. Put yourself in place of your mom. Would you let your daughter tag along with some weirdo woman who is going out to hunt reeves or would you want your baby to be safe?”
Her face fell. “You’re not my mom. You can’t tell me what to do,” she said finally, but her tone signaled the end of the argu
ment.
“I’m a substitute mom,” I told her.
“You’re more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail,” Derek said.
I pointed my finger at him. He grinned.
“Julie, until I find your real mom, I’m in charge of your safety. She loves you and she’s a good person. She deserves to be found and to have you be alright. If I found her, but something happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.” And if I can’t find your mom, she would’ve wanted you to be safe.
At the other end of the intersection, Andrea appeared, riding a bay gelding and leading three horses.
I WOULD’VE LIKED TO GALLOP ALL THE WAY TO THE Order, but the traffic was heavy. The city knew deep magic would hit soon, and while the tech was up, they made the best of it. We had to settle for a slow trot.
Andrea rode in the lead, Julie behind her, clutching the reins with white-knuckled panic, and Derek and I brought up the rear. I wanted Derek and Andrea separated as much as possible. When your partner goes loup and tries to turn your stomach into an all-you-can-eat buffet while you’re still breathing, you might develop a slight dislike of shapeshifters. Why tempt fate?
“He’s actually quite patient,” Derek said, drawing even with me.
“Who?”
“Curran.”
I nodded. “He’s patient as long as everyone plays by his rules.”
“That’s not true. You’ve never seen him when he isn’t under pressure.”
“Being the Beast Lord, I’d imagine he’s always under pressure.” I sighed. “I didn’t mean to aggravate him. It was a matter of bad timing. He was pumped up full of adrenaline after working out, which made him more aggressive than usual. It was the wrong time to bring it up. That’s all.” That and I couldn’t control my mouth in his vicinity. He got under my skin.
“It’s the flare, too,” he added. “Makes it harder to restrain yourself.”
“Look, if you want I’ll try to smooth things over if I get another opportunity.” Ha! Fat chance of that. After that blowup, I was probably persona non grata in the Pack for life.
I didn’t breathe easy until we dismounted in the Order’s parking lot.
I swung the door open and motioned Julie inside. “Second floor, my office is first on the left, should be unlocked.” She ducked in.
I filled Andrea in on the problem of Julie’s missing mom, the reeves, and Hood, a.k.a. Bolgor the Shepherd, while we stabled the horses. Derek stood guard by the Order’s door, but I was pretty sure he heard every word. Wolf ears worked much better than human ones, and his were exceptional. “Fomorians,” she said. “What’s the world coming to?”
“Three things: what are they doing here, why do they want Julie, and what happened to her mom?”
Andrea shook her head. “I have no clue. But then it’s not my area. I shoot. I make gadgets work. I’m good with post-Shift resonance theory. Ask me something about folklore, and I draw a blank every time.” She grinned. “But I’ll keep your girl safe.”
“I’m sorry to dump this on you.”
She glanced at Derek. “I wish everyone would stop walking on eggshells around me. It needs doing, so I’ll do it. I have to stay at the Chapter anyway: it’s standard procedure during a flare for one knight to always be present. I’ll guard your girl.”
I hesitated. If anyone could help me in this situation, it was Andrea. She was a picture-perfect knight and she knew every regulation ever written.
“What’s up?” she asked, as if reading my thoughts.
“Should I write up a petition for safe asylum?”
Andrea frowned. “Worried about the Danger to Humanity clause?”
“Yeah.”
The good thing about the petition for safe asylum was that any and all knights would protect Julie from any threat, as long as she remained in their custody. But by signing the petition, Julie placed herself into the Order’s care, which meant she fell under the imminent danger clause. If she presented an imminent danger to humanity, the knights were duty bound to dispatch her. The Order wasn’t in the habit of snuffing out little girls, but I knew that in Ted’s mind, at least, the welfare of many outweighed the lives of the few. I had no clue as to why the reeves and the Shepherd hunted Julie. For all I knew, she was some sort of Fomorian-prophesied child destined to destroy the world. Stranger things have happened. I didn’t want to find Julie with her throat slit. I’m sure they would make her end merciful and quick, but that hardly seemed like consolation.
Andrea smiled. “The good news is, you don’t have to file one. She is an orphan with no known relatives. Under provision seventeen, you can assume temporary guardianship of her due to the fact she can’t legally enter into contract. Fill out form 240-m, and she becomes your ward in the eyes of the Order. During the flare, all families of Order personnel can legally seek shelter at the nearest Chapter without being subject to the imminent danger clause. Unless she attacks, they have no authority to neutralize her.”
“I don’t know if she would sign something like that. She still thinks her mother is alive. And so do I.” I hoped, anyway. “It might hammer some unpleasant possibilities home.”
“You don’t need her to sign. That’s the beauty of it—all you need is the testimony of one knight besides yourself who agrees that you’re acting in her best interests.” She grinned from ear to ear. “And lucky you, you know one.”
“Thanks,” I said and meant it.
“No problem. This is kind of fun for me—I’m so freaking bored. If magic hits, we’ll skedaddle down to the vault, and if the reeves show while the tech is up, I’ll use their heads for target practice.”
The door burst open. Julie ran headfirst into Derek and flailed in his hands. He grabbed her and lifted her off the ground. “What? Speak!”
She strained and spat a single word. “Vampire!”
IT WAITED FOR ME UPSTAIRS ON MY DESK, A HAIRLESS, emaciated nightmare, wrapped in steel-wire muscle and hidden in human skin. It was nude, ugly, and had been dead for three or four decades. Someone had smeared copious amounts of purple sunblock over its hide. For some reason the sunblock didn’t disappear but dried into paste, as if the creature had popped a giant bubble of grape gum onto himself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The vampire unhinged its mouth and Ghastek’s voice issued forth. “A pleasure to see you, as always.”
It would have to be Ghastek. I wondered if Nataraja, the leader of the People’s establishment in the city, had specifically assigned him to interact with me or if Ghastek took that dreadful task upon himself.
Andrea stepped into the office. And suddenly she had two guns and they were pointing at the vamp’s face.
“Lovely firearms,” Ghastek said.
“SIG-Sauer P226,” Andrea said. “Move and you’ll go blind.”
“Do you really think you could beat vampiric reflexes?” Ghastek’s tone was light. He wasn’t challenging her, he was merely curious.
A small smile bent Andrea’s lips. “Do you really want to find out?”
I shook my head. “She can blow his head off before you finish a twitch. Trust me, I measure speed for a living.”
I made a mental note to never fight fair with Andrea. That was a hell of a draw. I was fast but not fast enough to beat her guns and my saber took a lot longer to come out of its sheath than a gun did coming out of a holster. “Fortunately for all of us, we don’t have to fight.” I smiled at Andrea.
Andrea nodded and guns vanished. “I’ll be down the hall.”
“Thank you.”
She stepped out. I sat in my chair. “Off my table.”
The vampire remained where it was.
“Ghastek, either you move him or I will. I don’t have to put up with rudeness in my own office.”
The undead slinked off the table. “That was not meant as an insult.”
“Good, then I won’t take it as such. Now, what is it you want?”
“Ho
w do you feel? Any broken bones? Open wounds?”
“No. Why this sudden concern for my well-being?”
“No episodes of dizziness? What about a slight prickling in the chest and along the neck? Feels a little like the rush of blood into a limb after it has fallen asleep, except the process occurs from the inside.”
I crossed my arms. “Is there a particular reason why you’re describing the initial stages of colonization by Immortuus pathogen to me?”
The vampire crept closer. “There can only be one reason.”
“I’m not turning into a vampire, Ghastek.” It was physically impossible. My blood chomped the vampirism bacterium for breakfast and then asked for seconds. No vampirism for me. No shapeshifting, either.
The vampire took another careful step to me. “May I see your irises, please.”
“I’m telling you, I’m not infected. I wasn’t bitten.”
“Indulge me.”
I leaned forward. The vampire reared from all fours and lifted its face to mine. We stared at each other, the corpse and I, with only inches of space between us. Almost touching. I looked into the vampire’s eyes, once blue, and now red from the capillaries expanded by the flow of blood brimming with vampiric pathogen. Within their depths lay hunger, a terrible, all-consuming hunger that could never be doused. If Ghastek’s control slipped just a hair, the abomination would rip into me, clawing at my flesh in search of hot blood.
At least it would try. And then I would kill it. I’d crush its disgusting mind like a gnat. It would feel good. It would make my day.
I would’ve liked to kill them all. I would’ve liked to go up the People’s food chain until I reached Roland, their legendary leader. There were things I needed to discuss with him. But our conversation would have to wait until my power grew, because right now he could wipe me off the face of the Earth with a twitch of his eyebrow.
The vampire dropped to the floor.
“Satisfied?”
“Yes.”
“You sound disappointed. Does the idea of navigating me after my undeath appeal to you?”
The vampire’s face twitched, trying to imitate Ghastek wincing somewhere in an armored room within the Casino’s depths. “Kate, that was in poor taste. Although you would make a magnificent specimen. You’re in excellent physical shape and well proportioned. I just looked through the stack of applications this morning and half of the candidates are malnourished, while the other half have wrong proportions.”
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