Infernal Hunt Complete Set

by Holly Evans

  I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not an errand girl,” I spat.

  He laughed at me and leant close enough that I caught the scent of fresh basil on his breath; his eyes held mine, daring me. “You might enjoy reading the book, Evelyn. Now, be a good girl and run along.”

  He dropped the book in my lap and leant back once more. I glared at him and tucked the book under my arm before I left. My ego wouldn’t forgive me any time soon, but Quin’s life was at stake. I couldn’t afford any more injuries, or worse. There was no reason to push my luck, after all.

  22.

  Once I was safely back home, I made a strong cup of coffee and began inspecting the book. The symbols on the cover were vaguely familiar. I’d seen some of them in Serena’s home and on her books. Quin probably would have been able to tell me what they were.

  I took my cup of coffee over to the sofa and opened the book; there was something about it, the damn Sidhe had hinted at something. I wasn’t going to be beaten. It was the only lead I had until people got out of bed. There was no table of contents, that would have been too easy. Instead, each page had a small rune-type thing at the top; some were as simple as a wavy line with a hook on the end, others were complex intersecting circles with arrows and such.

  None of it made any sense. The few pages that were written in clear English rattled on about how best to worship the hag and keep her happy. I knew that the hag was important to witches. She was their goddess; without her they wouldn’t be witches. Serena had said they were going to become gods, though, which suggested turning away from the hag. She wouldn’t have been happy about that. I’d been told that witches who turned from the hag lost most if not all of their magic, but Serena clearly still had hers. I growled and resisted the urge to throw the book across the room.

  Two cups of coffee later and I thought that I might have made some progress. That could have been a mix of sleep deprivation and over-caffeination, but I was running with it. I’d found a few pages with what looked like a blood symbol on them. One of them had the hag symbol slashed through next to the blood symbol. I was clutching at straws, but it was better than nothing. It had to be. My twin was going to be sacrificed the coming night.

  I dug around for Quin’s magical books. He thought I didn’t know about them. I’d allowed him to keep them as they made him happy. I didn’t like his attraction to magic, but the bits of alchemy he’d learnt had saved us more than once. I was soon surrounded by books and had pages full of scribbled notes. The sun was rising, but I thought I was onto something. I cross-referenced the words and symbols in Quin’s books to the ones in the Sidhe book. If I’d translated it correctly, then I could have found the ritual they’d be using.

  There was still a chance that it was an anti-acne spell, but I was willing to jump on anything. A glance at the clock told me that I could get two hours’ sleep before I took the book to the elf. He’d have to speak the magical language, he was an elf and alchemist. If he didn’t, then he’d know someone, he had to. It was my only hope.[ This chapter may warrant a rewrite. It has a placeholder feel to it, the process of her research incomplete and indistinct. Further, the book itself doesn’t come across visually and should.]

  23.

  The lékárna opened five minutes late. I pushed through into the back workshop area where the elf was smoothing out his hair and looking in a copper pot.

  “I need to make another trade,” I said as I made my way through the mess.

  The elf pursed his lips and turned his head from side to side as he continued to inspect his reflection. When I was on the other side of the workbench he sniffed and looked at me, mouth in a tight line. He rolled his eyes and brushed imaginary dirt from his apron.

  “Good morning, Miss Hawke, I’m quite well, thank you, I’m glad to hear you’ve made some progress on your little quest. Why yes, I would potentially be interested in doing another trade with you, what do you propose?” he said while maintaining hard eye contact.

  I ground my teeth and forced a polite smile. “I’m glad to hear you’re well, I was hoping you may help me translate something. Dimitri gave me a book to pass to you, and there’s something in it that might help me find Quin,” I said.

  Finally he smiled and looked away.

  “I might be able to do that,” he said.

  I took a long deep breath to calm myself. “I have been told that a coven has kidnapped Quin and plans on sacrificing him. If I translated the spell correctly, then it could be the spell they’ll use on Quin. I could use it to find him.”

  I heard the waver in my voice. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened.

  “And what type of spell is it, Evelyn?”

  I looked away and swallowed down the emotions that bubbled up.

  “I have been told that he was kidnapped to be used as a blood sacrifice,” I said.

  “Now that really won’t do, I quite enjoy Quin. I will give you this information for free, as it’s for Quin. Show me the spell.”

  His voice carried an edge.

  I pulled out the book and my collection of notes. He took them from me and brushed past me while he ran his fingers over the cover of the book. I followed him through the workshop and stood next to him when he placed them down on top of a number of other books. His mouth puckered when he turned to the pages I’d marked.

  “Well now, this isn’t very good at all.”

  I leant a little closer trying to look at the page he was reading. He sighed.

  “Evelyn, give me some room. I understand that you’re worried, but I can’t work with you practically inside me,” he said.

  I set about pacing in the small clear space instead. He made murmuring noises and flipped through a few pages before he began scribbling something down. I watched his hand moving across the paper; was that the information I needed to find Quin? Would I get there in time?

  He stopped writing and looked at me. Creases had formed around his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. He held out a piece of paper for me.

  “The ritual will occur at moon-rise tonight, in a location that fulfils all of these things,” he said.

  I snatched the paper from him and tried to decipher his scrawl.

  “Bring him back in one piece, Evelyn,” he said coldly.

  I glared at him.

  “He’s my twin. I am not going to allow them to hack him up,” I growled.

  The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. The writing, or more appropriately scribbles, meant no more to me than the witch’s symbols. I muttered a thank you and headed out into the lékárna in the hopes that the guy would be able to translate it for me again.

  The guy grinned at me and pulled out a notepad and pen, I restrained myself from pacing as he noted down the elf’s words in a legible handwriting.

  I squeezed his upper arm and said, “Thank you,” when he handed me the updated instructions.

  They were a list of requirements. Quin would be in the location that fulfilled all of them. I read the list three, four times trying to think where would fit the bill. It had to be on a hill, but still close to cherry blossom trees while over-looking two churches.

  I’d been pacing around the lékárna for half an hour when the guy approached me, a smile on his face.

  “Can I help?” he asked.

  “I have to find a place that fulfils all of these things,” I said, gesturing at the list.

  He held out his hand to look at the list. I showed it to him before returning to pacing.

  “Well, it needs to be in Vinohrady because of the wine connection, so that narrows it down a bit. The cherry blossoms are quite common about Náměstí Míru,” [ Opportunity for expansion away from video game thing]he said thoughtfully.

  It suddenly clicked. I had a good idea of where Quin would be. If I was right, then he was within walking distance of home the entire time. I pulled the guy into a hug and ran out the door. There was no time to spare.

  24.

  The trams seemed to take forever. Didn’t they know wh
at was at stake? People moved away from me and gave me odd looks. I smiled inwardly; a little more personal space was never a bad thing. I practically leapt off the tram and ran across the road and up the steep hill to the road I needed. People were casually wandering along the pavement having inane conversations as if the world was exactly as it should be; they had no idea. The houses were all behind ornate gates with scruffy little gardens, all except the one I was looking for. I choked down a laugh when I saw it; it was comically obvious. It looked like something out of a movie, practically screamed ‘evil stronghold’.

  It was only five minutes away from home. My dear twin could have been so close all that time and I had no idea. I mentally kicked myself. It hadn’t even crossed my mind to look there; who puts their coven in a comically obvious place like that, anyway? I laughed to myself. The entire thing was absurd.

  Unfortunately, the air began to hum with magic some ten feet away from the tall metal fences that surrounded it. The small pillar with a red snake wrapped around it begged to be touched. I had no doubt that anyone who did would be zapped or worse. The white square building stood in contrast to those around it, entirely devoid of greenery and covered in varying magical symbols, from zodiac signs to old Greek and bits I didn’t recognise. The piece of artwork above the back door depicted a gruesome scene with angels slaughtering people, a theme that cropped up quite frequently in Prague. The door had more art carved into it, showing a three-headed dog eating a sword-wielding hero. The angels of death guarding the roof weren’t much better. The entire thing screamed ‘stay away or bad things will eat you’.

  I did three full loops around the perimeter and couldn’t see a way in. The moment I got too close, the magic would be triggered. The best case scenario would be the witches made me sacrifice number two, worst case it zapped me on impact. Even then, I didn’t really know which would be worse. Kadrix hadn’t actually told me what the ritual entailed. I hoped that they needed Quin in good shape to do it. I was so close.

  25.

  After an hour of scoping out every inch that I could see of the coven headquarters, I admitted defeat and returned to the damned alchemist. I needed some of his gadgets. If nothing else, I needed his magic dispersal powder. I hated having to lean on him, to admit that I needed his help. His pretty mouth spread into a predatory smile that made his eyes glint; I reminded myself that I had no choice.

  “Back to soon, Miss Hawke?” he said sweetly.

  I snorted. “It seems that I require some of your alchemical things to aid me in getting Quin back.”

  I gestured at the bottles and such scattered around about. He raised an eyebrow.

  “’Alchemical things?’ Would you like to be a little more… specific?” he said.

  I ground my teeth; my twin was in there.

  “The headquarters is surrounded by enough magic that it feels like fizzing on my skin,” I growled.

  He pursed his lips and cocked his head to one side for a moment. “You know, it’s not entirely normal for a human to feel magic like that…”

  I waited for him to cut to the chase.

  “I have a few things that will help you, for a price,” he said.

  “Name it.”

  He grinned. “That amulet you’re wearing and a kiss from Quin.”

  I didn’t like the way his eyes danced at the prospect, but what choice did I have? I needed to get Quin back. He was so close, and the minutes were ticking away. For all I knew they could have been slowly draining his blood while I was stood there with the infuriating elf.

  “Fine,” I spat.

  His grin somehow widened. He practically danced around the workshop gathering small pouches and bottles. He placed them carefully down in front of me.

  “This is the magic dispersal powder that I usually give Quin; you should be able to manage using that. This one,” he picked up a small purple ball, “will neutralise magic within a ten-foot radius for thirty seconds,” he said very slowly.

  I nodded, trying not to throttle him for the condescension.

  He looked down from them to me and said, “Well, what are you waiting for? A gold star?”

  I glared at him and shoved the balls in my pocket before I attached the pouches to my belt.

  “Thank you, Kadrix,” I ground out.

  His face softened for a split second before he shooed me out.

  “Bring Quin back in one piece,” he called after me.

  What else was I going to bloody do? He was my twin, not some piece of meat.

  I didn’t waste my time on public transport. Logically, I knew I should have waited until the sun set and there were fewer people around, but I didn’t care; one of the Sidhe would weave a cover story for me once I had Quin back. Enough time had been wasted; who knew what torture he’d endured during his ordeal. An older couple glared at me as I ran past them; a pair of magpies squarked and followed me through a few trees. That should have been my clue. Corvids are inherently tied to the magical, so witches are rather fond of using them for varying things. Magpies are quite often tied to chaos and tricks, ideal for traps around coven headquarters.

  I wasn’t thinking, not logically at least. I was entirely focused on getting Quin back, rather than what was happening on a second-to-second basis. If I’d been thinking, I’d have noticed the quietness and the stillness of the air. I’d have seen the shadow that stretched a little too far, and caught the scent of honey that came from nowhere. They were all signs of magical guardians. And I missed them. Every last one.

  The snake glinted and shimmered in the soft spring light. I heard the grating of concrete brushing over concrete, but I ignored it in favour of the brute force approach. I ran up to the old metal gate in front of the back door and gave it a good kick; it rattled and magic fizzed on my skin. It seemed like a good idea at the time, that was until my old injuries began screaming and the pain began to cloud my thoughts.

  I growled, “My twin is in there,” and pushed aside the feeling of weakness that came with the pain.

  Guilt flickered up and wrapped around my focus. Quin shouldn’t have been in there; I should have gone with him. I was supposed to protect him. I kicked again and thrust my hand into the pouch on my belt, taking a handful of powder. I threw it at the gate just before I kicked it again; the lock buckled. I was in.

  It was too easy. I knew that in the back of my mind. Well-made iron gates don’t buckle after a few kicks from a small woman. It just doesn’t happen like that. Still, luck was on my side at last; I wasn’t going to complain. I was one step closer to getting Quin home.

  The only other coven headquarters I’d visited had been Serena’s, and I’d been invited. Even then, there were guards and protections in place. I knew that I should have paused and assessed the situation. I was breaking every rule I’d been taught as a hunter. Never rush in. Always apply caution. Pay attention to every detail. I ignored it all and ran up the few steps to the large copper-coloured door with magical symbols all over it. It looked thick and heavy. I’d never learnt how to pick locks, but I was wishing that I had. I wasn’t going to be able to kick that in, but there were windows on the other side of the building. They were high and the wall was smooth, but I was going to get into that building come Hell or high water.

  My hand was in the pouch, ready to throw powder at the door, when the pain erupted over the back of my skull. I’d intended on knocking out the magic on the door in the hopes that it would throw off the entire system. Serena had told me that magical protections were much like an electrical circuit. I thought that if I made a hole in the magic on the door, it’d give me a chance to get in one of the windows.

  Everything went bright before it went black. The last thing I felt was my legs giving out under me.

  26.

  My head was killing me. I scrunched my eyes together and went to rub them; I couldn’t move my hands from behind my back. It came back to me. I’d been outside the coven headquarters when someone, or something, hit me in the back of the head. The li
ght was too much for my eyes when I opened them; it took a moment for everything to clear. My thoughts were fuzzy, and my body hurt more than I could wrap my mind around. The injuries from my adventures had added up, and my body was making very sure I knew that. I shook my head, trying to shake off the fuzziness and bring some sense back to things. It was illogical, but I did it anyway.

  The ceilings were double-height, much like most of the rest of the city. A large ornate chandelier hung from the centre of the ceiling with what seemed to be Viennese type lamps on the walls. The off-white walls hurt my eyes from the brightness. I had to look down at the wooden floor. After a long moment, I could see well enough to get a proper look at what I’d gotten myself into.

  The room was relatively bare, and large. It looked to take up most of the building. I scanned the edges looking for any sign of blood and saw nothing. Everything was pristine and spotless. My eyes settled on the far side of the room. Quin was tied up in the middle of a circle of blood-red candles. His head was drooped down, his chin resting on his chest. A gaggle of young women were milling around in dark grey robes with red seams; they giggled and chattered as though gossiping about their favourite soap actor. None of them seemed to be paying either Quin or me any attention. They all wore creepy smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes, and their movements were a little too fluid. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, trying to make things make more sense.

  I tested the ropes around my wrist and found them poorly tied. I thanked the moon goddess. Something was going my way at last. I wriggled a little and felt the familiar pressure of my blade against my calf in my boot; they really hadn’t done a very good job. I froze and looked around the room once more. It could have been a trap. The women, some ten of them, turned to look at me. A tall blonde strode over to me; I tugged at the ropes feeling out the weaknesses as I freed my hands. She crouched in front of me, not quite close enough to kick; they hadn’t bothered to tie my legs. Had they wanted me to get free?