Magic Breaks

5

NIGHT DRENCHED ATLANTA’S streets, blue-black and viscous like ink. It slid down the ruined buildings, gathering in the empty holes of the windows, and dripped into the rubble-choked alleys. Cuddles clopped down the street, the sounds of her hoofbeats sinking into the darkness. Robert and Desandra moved with me on my left, Derek on my right. Robert didn’t jog; he glided completely silently, his movements small and fast. Desandra and Derek had dropped into that long-legged wolf stride that would let them go for miles and miles. Derek’s face had gone flat, neither brooding nor hard, just ready.

I didn’t brood either. I had a target. I would take care of it. The trick was not to think of everything I would lose if I failed.

I should’ve made more time for me and Curran. I should’ve . . .

I slammed that door shut. Fix this mess first. Guilt, regret, and moaning later.

Our people would find Curran and if they failed, I would find him. He was okay. We would be together again. I’d bury Hugh’s head next to Hibla’s grave. I already had a spot picked out for her. Right next to Aunt B. Maybe my nightmares would stop then.

Derek stopped and pivoted on his heel, looking behind us. He tilted his head down, his expression predatory, his unblinking eyes staring at a fixed point in the distance, where ravaged houses cast deep night shadows onto the street. His muscles tensed and his mouth opened slightly, betraying just a hint of his teeth, as if he were a wolf frozen in the moment before a strike.

I reached for my sword. Robert put his hand inside his jacket. Desandra smiled.

“Come out,” Derek said. “You’re busted.”

A shadow separated from the deeper night shadows and stepped into the street. An angelic face looked at us with devil eyes.

Damn it all. “Ascanio!”

The bouda sauntered forward, a picture of pure innocence on his face.

“What the hell are you doing?” I growled.

He pulled on a disarming smile like a shield. “Following you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

So help me God, I would brain him with something heavy in a minute. “Because why?”

“I wanted to come. It’s too dangerous for you and I’m concerned.”

Derek snarled quietly under his breath.

“You can’t blame me,” Ascanio said. “Anybody in my place would be concerned. You don’t even have a proper horse. You’re riding a mutant equine of unknown origin.”

“Don’t disrespect my donkey. If you wanted to come, why didn’t you say so?”

Ascanio gazed at me, broadcasting sincerity. “Because you would say no. And I would never disobey you, Alpha.”

Argh. “Did you tell Jim where you were going?”

He looked taken aback. “Of course not!”

“Why not?”

He spread his arms. “Because he would say no.”

I put my hand over my face.

“Technically, I haven’t disobeyed any orders,” Ascanio said.

I pointed at him.

“Okay.” Ascanio took a step back. “I understand you need a moment.”

“Would you like me to beat him?” Derek asked.

“Personally, I don’t think this is a good time to be fighting among ourselves,” Ascanio said. “But if Mr. McBroodypants would like to see how much I’ve learned in the past year, I’d be happy to show him. It would make a lot of noise and draw a lot of attention with all the blood flying around.”

Mr. McBroodypants took a step forward.

“No,” I said.

Derek growled quietly under his breath.

Ascanio shot me another brilliant smile. “I’m sorry for all this trouble. I honestly was just trying to help. But now that I’m here, I couldn’t possibly go back all alone and defenseless. Unless you want to condemn me to certain death. Alone. In the night. In the freezing rain.”

Desandra laughed.

“It’s not raining,” I told him.

“How old are you?” Robert asked.

“Sixteen,” Ascanio said, suddenly dropping the plaintive tone. “Not old enough to drink or sign a contract, but old enough to be tried as an adult if I kill a human. Also old enough to fight for the Pack.”

Robert’s eyebrows crept up. “Old enough to accept the consequences of your decisions?”

“Yes,” Ascanio said.

Robert glanced at me.

That was exactly what I needed. A hundred forty pounds of teenage crazy in a pressure cooker. “Fine.”

Derek glanced at me. “Really?”

“Yes.”

He stared at me, incredulous. “So he gets what he wants?”

“Yes. We’re too close to the People’s territory. If we chase him off, he’ll just keep following us and walk himself into something he wouldn’t get out of. And if the People get hold of him, they’ll use him as leverage against us.”

Ascanio beamed.

“Look at me,” I squeezed through my teeth. “You will obey me. If I say ‘stop,’ you stop. If I say ‘jump,’ you jump. If I say ‘hold your breath,’ you’d better pass out before you start breathing again.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“This isn’t over. If we survive this and get back to the Keep, I’ll have a talk with your alphas. You think the Beast Lord is scary, wait until we get back to the Keep. I promise you, after I am through with you, you’ll regret this.”

“I’m regretting it already,” he promised.

I turned Cuddles. Ascanio trotted over next to Derek. Derek snapped his teeth. Ascanio winked at him. “You know you missed me.”

We turned up the street.

Now I had two of my personal bodyguards. Too bad their average age was seventeen and a half. That reminded me . . . “Desandra?”

“Hmm?”

“The blond curly-haired guy with Jennifer. What’s his story?”

Desandra sighed. “Brandon. He just turned twenty a month ago. A classic case of second child syndrome: he has an older brother who is better than him at everything and he’s pissed off at his parents, because they mostly ignore him. Jennifer is really good at making him feel special. That’s her secret talent. She picked up on his insecurities and made him feel like he’s her hero. From what I found out, that’s how she got Daniel, too. He must’ve had some inner demons that needed soothing. The woman is very good at it, I’ll give her that.”

“How loyal is Brandon?”

Desandra shrugged. “Jennifer is older, attractive, more sexually experienced, and higher up on the food chain. Brandon is dying to be appreciated and praised for the special treasure that he is. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s playing that whole forbidden-sex card. ‘I want you but we can’t. It would be so wrong.’ I know they haven’t slept together yet, but she must’ve dropped hints, because she’s got a leash around his dick and when she tugs, he comes running. He would throw himself off a cliff for her. That put-down I did on the bridge wasn’t for his benefit. It was for the others, in case they get any wrong ideas, because let me tell you, Kate, if Jennifer tells him to stab you in the back, Brandon will do it.”

Nice to know. Yet another wolf to beware of.

“Derek?” Desandra looked at him.

“Yes?” he said.

“Let’s say I do make a bid for the alpha spot. What will it take to earn your support?”

He shrugged. “I’m just another wolf.”

“We both know that’s bullshit,” Desandra said. “You’re a member of Curran’s inner circle. You’re practically family. You have a lot of pull in the clan. What will it take? Would you like the beta spot?”

Derek smiled. “No.”

“Aiming higher?” Desandra raised her eyebrows.

“No. I watch them.” Derek nodded at me. “I can see how happy the alpha spot makes them.”

“The sarcasm, it burns,” I said.

“Why do you want it?” Derek asked.

“I can make things better,” Desandra said. “I can make the clan run smoother. I can make the people feel safer and happier. And one of my children is a monster.”

If the younger of Desandra’s twins ever tasted human flesh, he would become lamassu like his father. He’d grow wings and huge teeth. We weren’t exactly sure what else he was capable of.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Ascanio asked.

Desandra smiled at him. “Jennifer will never let him grow up in the Pack. She all but said so.”

Jennifer, you dumbass.

“I’ve spent my life under an abusive alpha,” Desandra said. “I know what it’s like to be at someone’s mercy. My children won’t grow up persecuted. If I have to take the alpha spot and hold it to make sure they have a happy childhood, I’ll do it.”

A deserted building sat on our left, sagging to the street, thin streaks of graffiti staining its walls like tears. Robert squinted at it. “One moment.”

He took a running start, jumped, and ran up the near-vertical wall. His fingers fastened over the third floor’s windowsill and he dived into the window. Desandra whistled quietly.

“You know he’s married, right?” I asked.

“I can still enjoy looking at his ass.”

Her eyes lit up.

Oh no.

“It’s like two . . .”

“No.”

Desandra giggled.

That was a close one.

“You know, if you have certain frustrations,” Ascanio said, “I would be happy to help you work them out.”

Derek looked at me, pointed at Ascanio, and punched his left palm with his right fist a few times. I shook my head. No, you can’t pummel him.

Desandra laughed. “Maybe in twenty years. When I have, what is it called? Midlife conflict?”

“Midlife crisis,” I supplied.

“Yes. That. Assuming you live that long.”

“That’s a big ‘if,’” Derek said.

Robert reappeared carrying a small dirty sack, leaped down, and jogged over to us.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s a rat stash,” Derek said. “They hide them all over the city.”

Robert reached into the sack, pulled out a large roll of duct tape and a bundle of canvas rags, and smiled.

“What’s this for?” Desandra asked.

“You’ll see,” I told her.

We headed down the street.

Desandra shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, Kate? Have you thought of walking up to Hugh and telling him that he’s got the biggest dick ever?” She spread her arms to the size of a baseball bat.

“No, you think it would work?” I asked.

“It’s worth a try. Maybe he’ll be so happy you noticed his pork sword, he’ll forget all about trying to kill us.”

Pork sword. Kill me now. “I’ll think about it.”

Ascanio began patting his clothes.

“What?” Derek growled.

“Looking for something to take notes with.”

Robert gave no indication he heard us but I knew he was listening. Any idiot could figure out that Hugh and I had a history, and Robert was far from being an idiot. Soon questions would be coming, I could feel it.

Ascanio gave up on patting and gazed at Desandra with something akin to admiration. Found himself a role model, had he? Because he wasn’t trouble enough already.

“What is it, child?” Desandra asked.

“Did you really have your tongue cut out?” Ascanio asked.

Desandra’s eyes narrowed. “When I was twelve, my father didn’t like what I was saying, so he took a knife and sliced my tongue off. It took six months to grow back and as soon as I could speak, I told him to fuck off. I decided then that nobody would ever make me shut up. I won’t hold my tongue. I won’t shut my mouth.”

“Neither will I,” Ascanio said.

“If the two of you don’t knock it off right now, I’ll turn this car right around and send you both home,” I told them.

They clamped their mouths shut.

The street narrowed. A thick wooden pole thrust straight into the middle of the pavement supported a quarantine sign. Thick black letters on a white background read:

IM-1: INFECTIOUS MAGIC AREA

DO NOT ENTER

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

Under the sign, someone had drawn a skull with horns, just to hammer home the point.

We stopped at the sign. The street rolled on, the pavement puckering here and there. Chunks of glass thrust through the crumbling asphalt, some blue, some green, others translucent white, like the tips of subterranean icebergs. In the distance spires and sheets of glass jutted upward, enclosing what was once Inman Yard, Norfolk Southern’s train yard, into a massive glass glacier. Once we crossed the glass labyrinth, we’d officially be in the People’s territory.

“You have the freakiest shit in Atlanta,” Desandra said. “How did this happen?”

I dismounted. “It used to be a massive train yard, over sixty tracks. The city built a huge new train station just before the Shift, all glass and steel beams, very modern. When the magic hit, the trains collided and the station collapsed. Mounds of glass spilled everywhere, and then people started noticing it was fusing and growing, until over the years this happened.”

“It’s called the Glass Menagerie,” Robert said, and passed me the duct tape and the rags. I wrapped Cuddles’s front left hoof with a rag and duct-taped the whole thing.

“Is it dangerous?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” Ascanio said. “I killed a monster in there with Andrea. It was bigger than a house.”

Derek rolled his eyes.

“There’s shit in there nobody knows how to classify,” I said. “The College of Mages has been studying it for years, and they’re still not sure how the glass grows or spreads. That’s why the duct tape and the rags. Once we go through, we’ll dump them so we’re not dragging contamination all over the city.”

I finished taping Cuddles’s hooves, fixed the rags over my boots with tape, and passed the roll to Robert. He duct-taped his feet, and then the roll made its way to Desandra and to Derek and Ascanio.

Robert shifted from foot to foot.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I don’t like having things on my feet.” He shrugged.

“You’re wearing shoes,” Desandra pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m used to the way they look.” Robert stared at the wraps and sighed.

“Still time to turn back,” Voron said quietly inside my head.

“Not happening.” I thought I had banished his ghost.

“This is dangerous. Don’t do this. Walk away.”

“This is what you’ve trained me for. Let me be what you’ve designed me to be.”

I waited for an answer, but my memories remained silent.

“Kate?” Derek asked quietly.

I nudged Cuddles and we headed into the Glass Menagerie.

• • •

THE MOONLIGHT FILTERED through the glass iceberg, diffused and fractured, until it seemed to come from everywhere at once, bathing the interior of the glacier in a soft ghostly glow. Solid sheets of glass covered the ground. I led Cuddles, moving as fast as I could without sliding. I had no watch but it had to be past midnight.

“Any vampires?” Robert asked.

“No.”

“How long have you had the ability to sense vampires?” Robert asked.

Here we go. “Why the sudden interest?” I asked.

“We hear things,” Robert said. “Rumors.”

“What kind of rumors?” I asked.

“Disturbing rumors,” Robert said. “We are dissatisfied with the current level of disclosure. We are concerned.”

We. We as in Clan Rat. The alphas of the clans intensely disliked being kept out of the loop, and Jim was always walking a fine line between endangering Pack security by saying too much and pissing off the Pack Council by saying too little. Lucky for me, I wasn’t in charge of security.

“If you have concerns, you should address them to Jim,” I said.

The alpha of the rats nodded. “Because he will cover for you by stalling and not answering any of the questions we pose?”

I gave Robert my best hard stare. “Cover for me?”

The wererat held my gaze. “Yes.”

“He doesn’t seem to be scared. You need to work on your alpha glowering,” Derek observed. He was watching Robert with a calm, relaxed expression, one I knew very well. If the alpha rat as much as sneezed in my direction, Derek would try to rip his throat out and Ascanio would help. “Maybe you should pick an easier target to practice on, like a small fluffy bunny.”

Ascanio clamped his hand to his chest and staggered closer to Robert. “I think McBroody just made a joke. I . . . I don’t know what to do. Nothing makes sense anymore.”

They were setting him up. If Robert moved toward me, Derek would hit him head-on and Ascanio would rip into him from the side. Desandra’s eyes narrowed. She saw it, too.

Derek pretended to study Ascanio and glanced at me. “Would you like me to pull his legs out?” His eyes were completely serious. He was asking if I wanted Robert jumped.

“No, I want the two of you to hang back about fifty yards, so Robert and I can have a conversation.”

“But . . .” Ascanio began.

“Hang back,” I told him, sinking an order into my voice.

“You heard her,” Derek said.

“I’m going,” Ascanio said.

They went back a few feet. We resumed our trot through the glass labyrinth.

Desandra laughed under her breath. “So this is what a boy bouda is like.”

“Usually they’re worse,” Robert said. “I’ve known Raphael since he was six and I was eleven. He was insufferable as a teenager. Beautiful, but so high maintenance. Ascanio is typical.”

“The boudas feel like outsiders,” I said for Desandra’s benefit. “There aren’t that many of them and the chance of loupism runs high within their clan, so every child is a precious gift spoiled rotten. But Ascanio is in a class by himself. It’s a long story.”

“Back to my questions,” Robert said. “How long have you had the ability to sense vampires?”

“You can’t compel me to answer, Robert.”

“No, I can’t,” he said. “However, I can explain my reasons for asking. Wererats have certain advantages when it comes to covert work.”

The wererats were quiet and stealthy, and they could dislocate their bones in a pinch, which let them hide in very small places. A lot of Jim’s surveillance people came from Clan Rat.

When not sure which way the conversation was going, say something vague and flattering. “Clan Rat is well-known for its uncanny stealth.” So help me, I sounded like Curran. The Pack had slowly driven me out of my mind.

The anxiety stabbed me like a knife.

Curran was okay. Worrying about him wouldn’t help him be okay, it would just make me distracted. I had to disconnect from it.

“We also have our own network of information gatherers,” Robert said. “We get our information from two channels: official briefings from Jim and from our own people. There was always a gap between the information coming to us from Jim and through our own channels. Since you moved into the Keep, that gap substantially widened.”

Robert waited.

I didn’t say anything. My patience was wearing thin. I could just imagine Barabas’s voice in my mind. Alienating Clan Rat was not a good idea. They were the second-largest clan . . .

“Consort?” Robert asked.

Oh, so we’re back to “Consort” now. “So you’re upset, because you feel Jim is holding back information?”

“I have proof he is.”

I would have to word this carefully. Diplomacy wasn’t my strongest suit, but I had a good memory and I’d read the Pack’s code of laws cover-to-cover several times. “Has his withholding of information impeded your ability to effectively govern your clan or compromised the safety of your clan’s members?”

“If you’re quoting Article Six . . .” Robert began.

I was quoting Article Six. It outlined the duties of the Pack’s chief of security. “Please answer my question.”

“Not yet,” Robert said. “However, we’re concerned it might.”

“Until it does, as Consort, I’m not obligated to take any action.”

“She’s right,” Desandra said.

Robert glanced at her.

She shrugged. “I’ve read the book.”

Robert’s eyes narrowed. “I can take my concerns to the Council and make it very difficult for you to avoid questions.”

The best defense is a good offense. “We both know that doing so will predispose Curran and me against Clan Rat.”

“We’re already marginalized!” Robert said.

“How are you marginalized?” Desandra gaped at him. “You’re the second-largest clan in the Pack!”

“Yes, we are, but when it was time to go retrieve the panacea, our clan wasn’t represented.” He raised his hand and began counting on fingers. “The delegation included Clan Heavy, Clan Bouda, Clan Nimble, Clan Wolf, Clan Cat . . .”

Oh my God. “The jackals didn’t go either.”

“The jackals didn’t ask to go. We specifically requested a place and we were cut from the list.”

“It wasn’t a plot against you. You were cut from the list because I was under pressure from Aunt B and I asked Curran to make space for her.”

“That’s precisely my point! You’re biased against our clan, because we voted against you when Curran fell into a coma.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!”

“This is ridiculous.”

Robert shook his head. “No, it’s not at all ridiculous. When Jim provided us with the report of your trip to the Black Sea, it didn’t contain three things. One, it said nothing about your prior relationship with Hugh d’Ambray, which obviously existed. Two, it didn’t include the fact that you and Hugh d’Ambray had dinner in private. Three, it completely omitted the vision everyone experienced at the final dinner.”

“What vision?” Desandra asked. “The one where you hacked people to pieces?”

I glared at her. “Thank you for confirming his paranoia.”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “I do what I can.”

Robert must’ve been holding back for a while, and now he kept going like a runaway train. “I have a responsibility to my clan. These are my people. Nothing will deter me from advocating on their behalf. This lack of disclosure combined with your personal bias—”

“I don’t have a personal bias, but you are working on it.”

“—with your personal bias is dangerous for my clan. I want to know the nature of your relationship with Hugh d’Ambray . . .”

“He wants to screw her, because she beat the shit out of him and they both have daddy issues over the same guy,” Desandra said.

Robert froze midword, blinked, and looked at me. “Hugh d’Ambray is your brother and the two of you are sexually involved?”

Why me, why? “Desandra, you know what, don’t help me anymore.”

“I got tired of listening to him,” she said.

“Will one of you explain this to me?” Robert demanded.

I had enough. “You really want an honest explanation?”

He faced me. “Yes.”

“Okay. Hugh serves Roland, who is the leader of the People.”

“I know who Roland is,” Robert said.

“Good, then this will be easier. Roland wants to rule. He is five thousand years old, he possesses godlike magic power, and he doesn’t believe the word ‘no’ applies to him. Hugh is his warlord. Think of him as a huge unstoppable wrecking ball. Where Roland points, Hugh smashes. Right now Roland is pointing at the Pack. He has fought shapeshifters in the past and they kicked his ass, so he wants to nip you in the bud. Hugh is here to smash you. Would you like to know exactly what Hugh thinks of you? He thinks you’re dogs.”

Robert bared his teeth.

“If he can’t make you sit, he has no use for you. He will put you down—child, elderly, pregnant, doesn’t matter—and treat himself to an extra beer at dinner to celebrate a job well done. He can’t be bribed, he can’t be reasoned with, and he is damn near impossible to kill. Curran broke his back and threw him into a fire that had melted solid stone. But here he is.”

I paused to grab a breath. “Hugh and I were trained by the same person. I’m better than he is. In a one-on-one fight, I’ll kill him and he knows it. He wants me, my sword, and my magic. While we were at the Black Sea, he showed me a room full of shapeshifters and told me he would slaughter every single one of them for a chance to have dinner with me.”

Desandra shrugged. “That’s kind of hot. In a sick way.”

I ignored her. “Jim, who saddled me with a squad of bodyguards to go to the Conclave, didn’t put up much of a fight when I decided to go off on this fun adventure. He knows that when I became Curran’s mate, I promised to put myself between the Pack and Hugh. He expects me to do my job. I’m here doing it. I’m your best defense. So if we come across him and Hugh takes me down, you need to run.”

The two of them looked at me.

“I mean it. If I’m out of the picture, you need to go and you’ll need to drag Derek and Ascanio out of there, because they won’t leave me. Do not stay. Do not fight. Just grab the two kids and go. That’s as much information as I’m going to share with you. I have to stop this war from happening. Let me do my job and if you would like to be upset about how I went about it, you can address your grievances to my grave or to me in person at the next Council. Until then, I don’t want to deal with any more politics. It’s making my job more difficult and it’s hard enough as is. That’s an order.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Desandra said.

“Very well. I will—” Robert stopped and wrinkled his nose. Desandra inhaled sharply. Something clearly didn’t smell right.

I glanced back. Ascanio and Derek sped up, closing in. Robert had a look of intense concentration on his face. I felt it too, that alarming feeling of something behind you watching closely, waiting for you to stumble so it can leap on your back and sink its sharp, cold teeth into the nape of your neck. I could feel the gaze on my back and I knew if I turned around, I’d see nothing, just the shadows between the glass cliffs. But something watched me. Something was there.

Derek fell in next to me and turned around. I followed his gaze. Four eyes ignited in the shadows, one pair right inside the other, bright, electric turquoise about four feet off the ground. The eyes shone once and vanished behind the slanted glass iceberg.

We slowed down to a walk, falling into formation: Derek and I in front, Robert and Ascanio on the sides, and Desandra guarding the rear. If you ran, predators would chase. We wouldn’t be running.

Another set of four eyes flashed at us from the left, reflecting in the glass for half a second before melting into nothing.

“They’re herding us,” Desandra said.

Ahead three sets of twin pairs of eyes materialized from the gloom. They were trying to make us turn right. I pulled Slayer from the sheath.

Three squat, wide-chested shapes congealed from the gloom and moved into the light, step by step. About the size of a small calf, they stood on six muscled limbs. Their limbs ended in handlike paws with agile fingers, each tipped by a short curved claw. Pale hide sheathed their bodies, except for their spine and chest, where bony plates formed a protective carapace. Their jaws were massive, their teeth sharp, and they looked at the world with four eyes, nestled in two rows on their heads.

“I fought these before with Andrea,” Ascanio reported. “These are just pups. Their mother was huge.”

Awesome. “Can any of you see the tails? Are they segmented like that of a scorpion?” Six legs was a dead giveaway. Not that many creatures had six limbs, but I wanted to be sure.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed from the side.

“It’s a tarasque. It comes from the south of France, grows to an enormous size, and it’s supposed to breathe fire.”

Also according to the legends, a tarasque was a dragon. These guys looked more like cats who’d somehow sprouted rhino-like armor, but who was I to complain?

“How did the French kill it?” Derek asked.

“They sent a Christian virgin out, and she bound it with her hair and led it back into the city, where the citizens slaughtered it. We don’t have a virgin handy.”

“No shit,” Desandra said.

The central monster bared her teeth. They were thick, sharp, and crooked.

“Quick, Derek, it’s your chance to shine,” Ascanio said.

Derek gave him a withering look.

“Desandra is a mother, Robert is married, Kate’s affianced, and I’m an old soul. You’re the closest thing to a virgin we’ve got. Get on with growing some flowing locks.”

Robert laughed. The sound was so unexpected, I almost jumped. In all the time I’d interacted with him, a careful smile was as far as he got.

“I’m going to hurt you after this,” Derek promised.

Ascanio grinned. “Hey, I just assumed you were saving yourself for marriage, my mistake.”

Robert pulled two sets of steel knuckles from the inside of his suit. A long curved blade ran the length of the knuckles. Nice. On my right, Ascanio tossed his hair back and retrieved a short sword from his leather jacket. The blade was fifteen inches long and at least two and a half inches wide, single-edge, with a profile that looked almost like an overgrown kitchen knife but with a simple, saber-style cross guard. Ascanio reached for the hilt with his left hand and plucked another sword from the first. Baat Jaam Do. Butterfly swords. Handling two swords took a lot of practice. Well. Interesting.

Three tarasques emerged from the left, two from the right.

“We have two behind us,” Desandra reported.

We were surrounded.

The thick front limbs of the tarasques tensed. Nostrils flared, sending clouds of vapor into the cold night. The tails curved upward, flapping back and forth.

I turned my sword, warming up my wrist.

Monstrous lips stretched. Wicked teeth bit the air.

“Let’s go!” I barked. “I’m bored.”

The beasts scuttled forward like giant cockroaches, moving with an odd gait, lifting the front and back leg on one side and the middle one on the other. The largest of the three beasts hooted like an owl. He was almost to me. In my mind I stepped to the side, swung, and sliced across its neck in a classic diagonal blow. The saber glanced off the carapace. No good.

Ten feet. Stand still.

Five . . .

The beast lunged at me. I dodged left. Wicked teeth snapped half an inch from my arm and I stabbed Slayer into the creature’s pale side. My enchanted blade ripped through flesh and sinew. Dark rust-colored blood spilled out from the wound and washed over the beast’s gray side.

To the left, Derek yanked a tarasque out of the air, flipped it on its back, and chopped its throat with his axe. To the right Ascanio spun in place, slicing at the beasts, his swords spinning in a familiar horizontal figure eight pattern . . . He was trying to use my butterfly technique. It was not awful. His feet were off, and he was leaning forward too much, but it wasn’t awful. I had no idea where he’d learned it.

If we lived through this little adventure from hell, I’d have to correct his form before it was too late.

A familiar sickening magic washed over my mind. Just what we needed. “Vampires. Incoming.”

The tarasque lunged at me and I sliced across its nose.

“How many?” Robert asked.

My tarasque screamed and fled.

“Two. They’re heading this way, fast.”

We had to finish the fight now. If we bled, it would be all over. A vampire was like a shark—a single drop of human blood would pull it from a mile away like a magnet.

The second beast attacked me from the right. I slashed the side of its throat. It crashed down and I stabbed Slayer into its left top eye socket.

Desandra spat some word I didn’t understand. A pale body flew above us through the air, crashed against a glass iceberg with a sickening crunch, slid down, and lay still, its six legs limp. Wow. Behind me a wet hacking noise announced someone cleaving through flesh.

The two revolting sparks of undead minds drew closer.

“A thousand feet,” I whispered. “Coming on the left. They’ll see us.”

A tarasque the size of a horse shot out of the darkness and leaped at us, six legs in the air. I stepped aside. That’s the problem with jumping. Once you went airborne, there wasn’t much you could do about changing where you landed. The beast fell right between us. I lunged on top of it and sank my sword between its ribs. The claws raked my steel-toed boot, ripping through duct tape and gouging the reinforced leather.

Derek cleaved the beast’s skull with his tomahawk, grabbed the twitching body, and hurled it to my right, into the shadows. Desandra grabbed another and threw it into the dark. Bodies flew around me. A moment and all corpses were gone.

“Five hundred feet,” I whispered.

Robert turned. A streak of red slid down his fingers from a small cut on his hand. Shit.

The vamps accelerated.

He stuck his fingers in his mouth. The cut on his hand knitted closed—Lyc-V scrambling to make repairs.

Turquoise eyes ignited on both sides of the road. How many of the damn things were there?

Desandra pointed up. Thirty feet above us a glass iceberg thrust to form an almost horizontal ledge. Derek grabbed me and hurled me up. I caught the ledge and pulled myself on it. He took a running start and jumped at the lowest part of the ledge. Desandra followed, slipped, and Derek caught her hand and muscled her up. Ascanio jumped straight up, like he had springs, and hoisted himself on the glass next to me.

Less than a hundred feet until the vamps reached us.

Robert ran to the nearly sheer glass wall, scrambled up, quick and silent, as if his hands had glue on them, and slid in place next to us. We lay flat on the glass, just close enough to the edge to look down. If the bloodsuckers looked up, they would see the outlines of our bodies through the glass.

Two emaciated, hard creatures loped into view directly below us. A man and a woman in their former life. The male still retained some semblance of humanity in his face and his body didn’t seem as dry, but the female was older. She must’ve been dark-skinned in life, and undeath gave her skin an unnatural bluish tint. She crouched on her haunches and raised her head, looking around. The Immortuus pathogen leached all fat and softness from its victims, atrophying their internal organs. Her breasts hung on her chest like two empty pockets of skin. Cords of muscle stood out on her neck.

“It was here,” a young male voice said from the female vampire’s mouth. I could identify all of the Masters of the Dead in Atlanta by sound. I didn’t recognize him, so he had to be a journeyman or someone new. Perhaps one of Hugh’s imports.

“There’s nothing here,” another male voice answered.

That’s right, there is nothing here. Move along, because we don’t have time for this. We had to get to Robert’s scout and the clock was ticking.

“I’m telling you, I felt a blood vector,” the first navigator said.

The male bloodsucker raised his arms. “Where is it, Jeff? I don’t feel anything.”

Nope. Definitely journeymen. Not highly ranked either.

The female vamp moved around and slid on the damp patch of dark blood. “Look. What the hell is this?”

“Whatever it is, it has no hemoglobin in it, because my boy isn’t pulling at his leash. Maybe it’s vomit. Maybe one of those twisted things that lives here came over and puked all over the glass and now you’re sliding around in it. Do you want me to call down and get some sawdust for you to deodorize her with when we bring them back?”

Journeymen. Always a pleasure.

The female vamp twisted its face, trying to mimic Jeff’s expression. “Very funny, Leonard. You’re a fucking comedian.”

“We had a route mapped out, but no, you had to go off the reservation because you smelled some phantom blood somewhere.”

“We’re supposed to patrol. I’m patrolling because it’s our job, Leonard. If you don’t want to patrol, you can go up to that bigwig and tell him that. Just let me know in advance so I can take pictures when he tears off your nuts and makes you eat them.”

“Alright, alright, calm down.” The male vamp peered into the gloom. “Suppose we do find the shapeshifters. Do we go to Ghastek or do we go to d’Ambray with it?”

“To Ghastek,” Jeff said.

“Yeah, but d’Ambray is higher on the food chain. You can tell Ghastek’s pissed, but he keeps his mouth shut. You know. We could get ahead.”

“And what happens when d’Ambray leaves and Ghastek’s back in charge?” Jeff said.

Get out of here. Go on. Shoo.

“No guts, no glory.” Leonard must’ve shrugged, because his vampire raised his shoulders in a jerky movement.

“We cover our asses and follow the chain of command. Nobody ever went wrong by following the chain of command,” Jeff said.

Something clopped in the shadows. Oh no.

The vamps tensed, like two mutated cats getting ready to pounce.

Cuddles emerged into the open. I had completely forgotten she was there.

Robert put his hand over his face. Desandra rolled her eyes.

“What the hell is that?” Jeff said.

Why me? Why?

“It’s a horse,” Leonard said.

“Are you blind? How is that thing a horse? Its ears are two feet tall.”

“Then it’s a mule.”

“It’s not a mule. The neck’s wrong and the tail . . .”

“What about the tail?”

“Mules have horse tails. He’s got a donkey tail. Like a cow. It looks like a donkey, but the damn thing is at least sixteen hands tall. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“It’s a mule. It’s got a saddle on it, so someone was riding it.”

The male vamp moved forward.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to catch it and see who it belongs to.”

Argh.

Cuddles put her ears forward.

“It doesn’t look friendly,” Jeff observed.

“It’s fine. If she had her ears back, you’d have to watch out. It’s all in the voice. Watch and learn. Come ’ere, girl. Come ’ere . . . Who is a good freaky mule? You are.”

The male vamp inched forward. Cuddles stood just a little bit straighter.

“That’s a good girl.”

The vamp reached for the reins. Its fingers fastened about the leather.

Cuddles screamed. It wasn’t a braying noise, it was an ear-slapping shriek of pure donkey outrage, like someone got hold of a foghorn and tried to strangle it.

“Whoa . . .” Leonard started.

Cuddles reared and tossed her head. The vamp slid on the glass and she dragged him left.

“Whoa . . .”

She dragged him right.

“Come on!”

Cuddles kept turning and rearing, her huge body going up and down, jerking the undead to and fro like a cheerleader with a pompom.

“Oh, you idiot,” the female vamp snickered in Jeff’s voice.

I saw the precise moment Cuddles realized that something was behind her and that something was the same unnatural thing that clung to her reins. Her eyes went big, and she planted her front legs down and kicked. The female vampire flew about twenty feet and smashed into a glass iceberg. Ouch.

The male vamp finally let go, fell, and slid down the glass. Cuddles backed up and braced herself. The male vamp rolled to his feet and gathered itself for a leap.

“Stop!” Jeff moved the female vampire between Leonard’s undead and the donkey.

“I’m going to kill that dumb animal.”

If he touched my donkey, I’d take his vamp apart.

“No, you’re not. It belongs to someone and if you harm it, we’ll have to pay restitution. I don’t feel like having my paycheck docked.”

“The bitch kicked us!” Leonard snarled.

“You put your hands on her. She was defending herself. Come on, the damage is minor. We’ll feed them tonight and nobody will be the wiser. But if some hick shows up claiming we injured his donkey, there will be an inquiry. Ghastek’s walking around like he’s ready to explode. I don’t want to be in his blast area.”

Leonard’s vamp twisted his face into a horrifying grimace.

“We need to move on anyway,” Jeff said. “In five minutes Rowena’s going to come down that hallway for check-in. I don’t want to explain to her that we’ve been playing with what may or may not be a giant donkey instead of sweeping the perimeter.”

The male vamp shook its head and circled around Cuddles, and the two undead took off into the glass labyrinth. We lay still for another five minutes, until they were a mile and a half away.

“I take back what I said about the donkey,” Ascanio said. “She’s awesome.”

I wished Curran could’ve seen this. He’d die laughing.

My heart stuttered for a beat. I slid down the glass, caught myself with my feet, and went to give Cuddles a carrot.