Magic Burns (31 page)

“Everything you told Andrea.”

I nodded. “The cauldron belongs to Morrigan. Morfran, the ugly one, stole it from her, so he could be reborn through it. The creature with tentacles, the reeves, and the giant all serve Morfran. They are the advance party of Fomorians, the sea-demons, who are now climbing out of the cauldron. Closing the cauldron will stop more demons from being reborn. Those who are on the field will become mortal.

Morrigan will gain the ownership of the cauldron again, which will be the end of Morfran and his happy Fomorian tent revival.”

Curran thought about it. “The Honeycombers are moving their trailers to prevent the demons from climbing up the walls into the Honeycomb. The demons have only one way to go: southwest, along the bottom of the Gap. The Pack will block the Gap. We’ll take on the brunt of the assault. Jim says there is a tunnel leading into the Gap from the Warren.”

“I know of it.”

“That idiot and a small party of my people can go through the tunnel into the Gap, while the demons are concentrating on us. It will put them into the Fomorian rear. With luck, the demons won’t even notice him. Can he keep from throwing his hissy fit until he gets to the cauldron?”

“I don’t know. You’re not impressed by his warp spasm, huh?”

He grimaced. “It’s abhorrent. Total loss of control. No beauty to it, no symmetry. His eye was hanging out on his cheek like some piece of snot. No, I’m not impressed.”

“I can try to keep a lid on him until we get to the cauldron.” I made a pun, but he wasn’t in the mood to notice.

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“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“No, you’re not going with him.”

I crossed my arms. “Who decided that?”

He put on his “I’m alpha and I’m putting my foot down” expression. “I decided.”

“You don’t get to decide. I’m not under your authority.”

“Yes, you are. Without you the fight will happen, but without me and the Pack, it won’t. I command the superior force, therefore I’m in charge. You and your army of one can put yourself under my authority or you can take a walk.”

“You don’t think I can do it, is that it?”

“No, I want you where I can see you.”

“Why?”

His lip quivered with the beginning of a snarl. His face relaxed, as he brought himself under control.

“Because that’s how I want it,” he said, using a slow, patient voice reserved for rowdy children and disagreeable mental patients. It drove me to the edge of reason. I really wanted to punch him.

“Just out of curiosity, how do you expect to prevent me from coming with Bran?”

“I’ll hog-tie you, gag you, and have three shapeshifters sit on you for the duration of the fight.”

I was about to tell him that he wouldn’t, but his eyes assured me that he would. I wouldn’t get my way.

Not this time. Good moment for a new strategy.

“Very well. I’ll be good, but on one condition. I want fifteen seconds before the fight. Just me between the Fomorian ranks and your people.”

“Why?”

Because I had a crazy idea. I wanted to do something that would make my dad and Greg turn in their graves. I had nothing to lose. We might all die anyway.

I didn’t answer. I just looked at him. Either he would trust me or not.

“You have them,” Curran said.

THE PACK HAD SHIT FOR BLADES. IT FIGURED: THEYdidn’t need them. I went through the weapons in their armory one by one, and found nothing. I wanted a second sword and Curran said I could borrow any one I wanted.

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They did slightly better on the armor front. I found a good leather tunic studded with steel diamonds in strategic places. It was black, it fit me, and best of all, it relied on laced cords to adjust the fit. I’d have to have help putting it on and taking it off. I’d never been in a full-out battle before, but I’d survived some vicious large scale brawls and fought my way through a couple of riots. From experience, I knew I would lose myself in a fight and strip out of my armor to improve freedom of movement without ever noticing I’d done it. I needed armor that was hard to take off. Anything with Velcro was right out of the question.

I was ready to give up on the armory, and then there it was, a single-edged blade, about twenty inches in length with a profile wider than, but strikingly similar to, Slayer. Perfectly balanced, with a distal taper, the sword was crafted from a single piece of spring steel with plain wooden panels for the grip. It was simple, unadorned, functional, not a medieval replica, but a modern age, no-nonsense weapon. It was perfect.

I swung it a couple of times, getting used to the weight.

“Two swords,” Bran said from the doorway.

His spasm had torn his clothes, and he had cut and rigged the remnants of his shirt and pants into a makeshift kilt, showcasing the world’s greatest chest. Too bad the kilt gave me a flashback to Greg’s killer. He had worn a kilt, too.

“Can you handle two swords?”

I pulled Slayer from the sheath, lunged at him, drawing a classic figure eight around his body with Slayer, and blocked his arm with the flat of the shorter blade when he tried to counter.

“Fancy. You missed,” he said.

“You want something?”

“I thought since we both might die tomorrow, you’d be up for a friendly roll-in-the-hay.”

“I might die. You’ll be healed.”

He shook his head. “I’m not immortal, dove. Do enough damage fast and I’ll kick the bucket like the rest of you.”

I disengaged and moved past him to the door.

His kilt fell.

“It took me forever to fix this!” He grabbed it off the floor and it fell apart in his hand. I had cut it in three places.

I walked out into the hallway and almost ran into Curran accompanied by a group of shapeshifters. Bran followed me in all his naked glory. “Hey, does this mean no sex?”

Curran’s face went blank. I dodged him and kept walking.

Bran chased me, weaving through the shapeshifters. “Get out of my way, don’t you see I’m trying to talk
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to a woman?”

I made the mistake of looking back in time to see Curran reach for Bran’s neck as the Hound of Morrigan rushed by. With an effort of will that must have taken a year off his life, Curran curled his fingers into a fist and lowered his hand instead.

I chuckled to myself and kept walking. The Universe had proven Curran wrong: a person who aggravated him more than me did, in fact, exist.

Bran caught up with me on the stairs. “Where are you headed?”

“To a balcony. I want some fresh air.” And maybe to doze off a bit. Although I was no longer sleepy.

The magic hummed in me, eager to be released. Is this how it would be when the tech finally fell for good? I wasn’t sure I could handle that much raw power. I had to hold myself back, as if I was riding a crazed horse at full gallop and the reins kept slipping through my fingers.

Bran strode next to me, completely unconcerned with his lack of clothes. I stepped into the first room I saw, pulled a pair of gray sweatpants out of a chest of drawers—just about every room in the Keep had them, since people who shifted shapes found it convenient to have extra clothes present—and handed the pants to him.

“Can’t control yourself?” He slipped into the sweatpants.

“That’s it,” I murmured, stole the spare blanket and pillow, and left the room.

He followed me to the balcony, where I made a makeshift bed in the recessed doorway and curled up.

The stone shielded me from the sun, but I saw it all: the sky veiled with sunshine and touched with feathery smudges of clouds, the bright greenery of the trees, rustling in the breeze, the stone walls, still smooth and warm to the touch. I smelled the honeyed flowers and the light scent of wolves on the breeze. I drank it all in.

Bran perched on the stone rail. “A scrawny street kid. A throwaway human. Now you’ll go to war because of her.”

“Wars have been started for worse reasons.”

He stared at me. “I don’t understand.”

How do you explain humanity to someone who has no frame of reference? “It has to do with good and evil. You have to decide for yourself what they are. For me, evil is striving to an end without regard for the means.”

He shook his head. “Better to do a small wrong to prevent a big one.”

“How do you decide what is a ‘small’ wrong? Let’s say, you buy the safety of many with the life of a child. That child means everything to her parents. You devastated them. There is no greater wrong you can do to them. Why would that be a ‘small’ evil?”

“Because now more of you fools are going to die.”

“We fools volunteered to fight. We have free will. I fight to save Julie and to kill as many of those
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bastards as I can. They came into my house, they tried to kill me, and they crucified my kid. I want to punish them. I want that punishment to be so hard, so vicious, that the next scum who takes their place wets himself at the mere thought of trying to fight me.”

Slayer smoked in its sheath, sensing my anger. Normally I’d have to feed it, or its blade would become thin and brittle, but with the magic flowing this strong, the sword would last through the battle and then some.

I pointed to the yard. “The shapeshifters fight to take a stand against a threat and to avenge their dead Pack mates. They fight to protect their children, because without them there is no future. What do you fight for?”

He ruffled the wild nest of his hair. “I have no future anyway. I fight because I made a deal with Morrigan. Without mist, I’ll age and die.”

“Would aging be such a bad thing? Don’t you want a life? A real life?”

He sneered. “If I wanted a real life, I wouldn’t have asked to be a hero. When I die, I want to die strong, with a sword in my hand, sheathing it into the bodies of my enemies. That’s how a man should die.”

I sighed. “My father served as a warlord to a man of unequaled power. This man called my father

‘Voron,’ which means Raven, because death followed him. Voron had never been defeated with a blade.

Had he remained as a warlord to lead the army he had built and trained, the world would be a very different place.”

“Is there a point to this tale?”

“He left it all behind for my sake.” And he did it all for a child not of his own blood.

“Then your father was a fool and now I know why you’re one.”

I closed my eyes. “There is no reasoning with you. Let me sleep.”

I heard him jump off the rail and land next to me, and then he poked my shoulder with his finger.

“I’m trying to understand.”

I opened my eyes. Explaining my moral code really wasn’t my forte. “Imagine you’re being chased by wolves. You’re running through the woods, no settlement in sight, and you come across a baby lying abandoned on the ground. Do you save the baby or do you leave him for the wolves?”

I saw the hesitation in his dark eyes. “I’d leave the little bastard,” he declared, a bit too loudly. “Would slow the wolves down.”

“You had a doubt.”

He raised his hand but I shook my head. “I saw it. You had a doubt. You thought about it for a second.

The same force that drove that doubt is what makes us fight. Now leave me be.”

I curled up on my blanket and closed my eyes. The wind gently stroked my face and soothed me into
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calm sleep.

DEREK AWOKE ME A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER. Ilooked at the sky. The sun rode high—it was just past noon.

I didn’t want to die.

Derek’s face was grim. “Jim has something for you downstairs.”

He took me to the first floor and held the door open for me. I entered a small room, where Jim sat in a chair, testing the edge of that same knife with his thumb. In front of him, on the floor, sat Red. He was filthy. His left eye was swollen shut with a magnificent shiner. A long metal chain stretched from the wall to clutch at a metal collar around his neck. God help you if you offend the Pack, because they didn’t need a K-9 unit to find you.

I crossed my arms and looked at him. He was only fifteen. It didn’t excuse his betrayal of Julie but it precluded me from doing all of the things I would normally do under these circumstances.

Red squinted at me with his good eye. “You gonna beat me, go ahead.”

I leaned against the wall. At the first hint of my movement, he ducked, covering his head. “Why didn’t you tell me about the necklace?”

“Because you’d steal it.” He bared his teeth. “It was mine. My power! My chance.”

“Do you know what happened to Julie?”

“He knows,” Jim said.

“Do you feel responsible at all?” I asked.

He scooted back from me. “What the fuck do you want me to say? Am I suppose to make nice and cry and tell you how sorry I am? I took care of Julie. I watched out for her for two years. She owes me, okay? They had their claws on my throat. Right here!” He clamped his neck with his grimy fingers. “They said, you get the girl or die. So I got the girl. Any of you assholes would’ve done the same. You gonna stand there and look down on me like that, well fuck you.”

He spat on the floor.

“If you didn’t care for her at all, why did you ask me to guard her?”

“Because she’s an investment, you dumb whore.”

He wasn’t a person, he was just a ball of hate. We could beat him, we could starve him, we could lecture him, but no amount of punishment or education would make him understand that he was wrong.

He was lost.

“What are you going to do with him?” I asked Jim.

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Jim shrugged. “I’ll give him a blade, put him on the field. He can show me how tough he is.”

“He’ll stab us in the back.”

“I’ll have people watching him. We found him once, we’ll find him again. He stabs someone, I’ll skin him alive. Piece by piece.” Jim smiled at Red. Most people saw Jim smile only once, just before he killed them. The smile had the desired effect: Red cringed and paled so light, I could see it even through the layer of dirt smudging his skin.

“Objections?” Jim asked me.

“Do what you will.”

IN THE YARD, TWO HUGE BUSES ROARED, THEIR ENGINESfueled by magic-infused water.