by Linsey Hall
I laughed. “Doubtful.”
“Dangerous, then,” she said.
“Probably that.” I looked at her. She’d changed out of her battle attire, which had been all black leather, into jeans and a black T-shirt. “But you’re pretty deadly too. What are you?”
“Half water sprite, half demon.”
“Ah,” Ana said. “That’s why you can shoot water that will cut straight through a person.”
Caro wiggled her fingers. “Yep!”
We passed a man with tired eyes and flyaway blond hair. His pale skin was creased with stress wrinkles, and his clothes looked like they could use a good wash.
“Hey, Stanley!” Caro said.
He just grunted, absentminded.
“Stanley’s always been a bit in the clouds,” Caro said. “Likes to wander the mountains most of the time.”
“Not content in his work here?” I asked.
“I think he likes it, but he’s a magical theorist. They spend a lot of time with their minds elsewhere.”
A magical theorist? This place had everything.
We kept chatting as we walked down the path toward the forest. It was friendly. And nice.
Ali liked weird sports like frisbee golf and curling, while Haris was into computers. Caro just seemed cool in general, with a penchant for talking about old battles and music. Pretty bad music, but who was I to judge? My favorite song was “Mississippi Squirrel Revival.”
Ana and I kept shooting each other bemused glances. We knew that people behaved like this, but we’d never experienced it. Death Valley Junction was full of criminals, so our social scene had been way different.
Like, nonexistent.
This kind of easy friendship and acceptance was…unusual.
Caro led us all through the pretty forest, down the path surrounded by gnarled old trees. The lights led the way, and little creatures skittered through the underbrush. Something with large eyes peered out at me.
“Terrier mouse,” Caro said. “Cute and creepy at the same time. I’ve heard they’ll grant wishes if you can catch them.”
“No one’s ever caught one, though,” Ali said. “But there’s loads of magical creatures in the forest. After the walls were built, it became a sanctuary for them.”
“That’s awesome.” I’d always hated that magical creatures and non-magical creatures alike were threatened, with more becoming extinct every year as development grew. The fact that this was also a sanctuary was awesome.
Ugh, this place was so cool it was killing me.
We stopped in the clearing near the portals. Magic pulsed against my skin.
“Come on.” Caro stepped through the portal.
I followed, gasping at the feel of the ether sucking me in. It was a short, whirlwind ride through space, then it spit me out in the middle of a bustling city street.
Magical signatures buffeted me from all directions.
Immediately, I pressed my back against the nearest wall, scouting my surroundings.
Beneath the golden street lamps, the street heaved with supernaturals of all species. Shifters, mages, fae, and even a few demons—who shouldn’t actually be walking the earth. They all bustled down the sidewalk, splitting off into pubs and shops. Wings and tails and feathers were out in full force, and no one’s magic was dampened.
Though I scouted for a threat, none came up.
This was just a hell of a lot of people out for a Friday night.
“Festival.” Ali groaned. “I forgot.”
“What’s that?” Ana asked.
“The humans have a big culture festival in August. The city becomes a madhouse. About ten years ago, the supernaturals decided they should be partying just as hard. So now they hit the Grassmarket hard during festival time.”
Caro caught sight of the confused look on my face and grinned. “The Grassmarket is what this neighborhood is called. It’s the all-supernatural zone of Edinburgh. A powerful spell diverts humans from coming here.”
“Cool.” Slowly, I relaxed my fight stance and took in my surroundings.
The buildings were old and the street cobbled. To my left, a steep staircase led up through an alley, rising over a hundred feet.
“The Royal Mile is that way,” Ali said. “Human zone.” He leaned right and pointed up the main cobbled street. “The castle is there.”
I leaned out and looked, catching sight of a hulking castle sitting on a craggy cliff over two hundred feet tall. Suddenly, bagpipes blared through the air, coming from the castle.
It was freaking amazing. There was so much here. Nothing like Death Valley.
“Very Scottish,” Ana said.
“Wait till you have the Haggis.” Caro grinned.
“I’ll start with a drink.” I looked around. “Which way to the pub?”
“Right this way!” Caro darted out into the crowd of people and sailed along with them. I joined the masses, easily keeping sight of her platinum head.
She led us to a little pub called the Whisky and Warlock, ducking low to get in through the little door. I followed.
The interior was warm and welcoming. Little rooms branched out from the tiny entry, and we went left, heading into a room with a small bar and a low ceiling supported by beams that looked like tree trunks that had been painted black. A fire burned in the fireplace at the back, and supernaturals were crowded around little tables.
Despite the welcoming feel of the place, I kept my guard up.
Old habits died hard. For good reason, in this case.
The gleaming wooden bar was set up near the entrance. There was a trendy young woman at the counter filling pints and pouring Scotch.
I glanced at Ana. “Pretty cool, huh?”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t want to be impressed, but I was a country mouse at heart. A deadly country mouse, to be fair, but I’d spent most of my life in rural towns. The fact that this place was just a step away from the Protectorate’s home base was amazing.
“Come on, I’ve got the first round.” Caro led the way up to the bar.
I squeezed in next to her, leaning on the shining wooden surface and surveying my options. Golden bottles decorated the shelves behind the bartender. Lots of Scotch. But also a few colorful ones that called to me.
The bartender came over, wiping her hands on a white towel and smiling. “What’ll it be, Caro?”
“Hey, Sophie. Three pints of Tennent’s.” Caro looked at me and Ana. “You?”
“Something sweet?” An umbrella would be ideal, but this didn’t seem like the kind of place.
“A Pink Squirrel?” Sophie asked.
“Sounds perfect.” I had no idea what that was, but I loved me a sweet or fruity cocktail and the sillier the name, the better. So Pink Squirrel fit the bill.
“I’ll have a beer,” Ana said.
Sophie nodded and went to fill the orders.
Caro pulled her wallet from her pocket. I pulled out mine, but Caro laid a hand on my arm. “I’ve got this one.”
“No way,” I said. “We can pay our own way.”
At least for a few drinks. Literally down to what was in my wallet, basically. And maybe it was a bad idea to spend that money, but a tiny bit of fun for exactly one hour wouldn’t hurt.
“You get the next round. And just put it on your tab.”
“I have a tab?”
“Yeah, now that you work for the Protectorate. This is our place. Sophie runs a tab for each of us that is paid off automatically on payday.”
Our place. I liked the sound of that. The bars back in Death Valley Junction had been the territory of grouchy old men. This was way better.
“Nice system.” I accepted the Pink Squirrel with a smile. “Thanks.”
Caro introduced us to Sophie and told her to set up an account. I shared a glance with Ana.
This place might be pretty hard to leave, actually, if we survived Ricketts’s poison.
Caro led us toward the back of the pub, where several small t
ables were pushed into a line. A group was crowded around one side, leaving seats for the rest of us.
We sat, and Caro introduced us. Names flew too fast for me to keep up with, and people were from all different divisions. While some of the details went in one ear and out the other, it was a good time. The suspicious looks I’d been getting were being replaced with smiles.
After about thirty minutes, I leaned toward Caro. “So, does Cade ever come out?”
“Nah. He’s a loner, and too busy fighting in battles and all that.”
“Battles?”
“Yeah. God of war. He’ll travel the world, fighting on the side he thinks is right.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. He made a load of money as an elite mercenary early on, so now he works for the Protectorate and volunteers. For war. He has a nice apartment somewhere around here, but I’ve never snagged an invite.” Her gaze widened on something behind me. “Speak of the devil.”
I turned to look. Cade had just stepped inside the bar, his dark hair windswept and his thin sweater molding nicely over his muscles.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
His head turned toward us. Before we could make eye contact, I whipped my head back around to face my friends. Heat warmed my cheeks, which did not fit with my otherwise badass persona.
“Hmmm.” Caro’s eyebrows wiggled. “I wonder what he’s doing here.”
Ana’s eyes darted between Caro and me. “What? What’d I miss?”
“Well, Cade and Bree spent the day together. Fighting. Bonding while fighting. As one does.” Caro grinned widely. “And suddenly here he is! At the bar he never visits, to hang out with people he doesn’t like.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.
“Would you get me another drink?” Caro asked.
Before I could answer, I felt my chair get shoved back. I flailed and nearly tipped over, righting myself at the last moment and realizing that Caro had pushed my stool out with her foot.
“Sneaky.” But I smiled at her. It was good to have another friend. It made me miss Rowan, but it was good.
Ana and Ali both gave eyebrow waggles. Haris caught sight of them, and though he didn’t seem to know what they were waggling about, he joined in, too.
Okay, the good would wear off quick if those three didn’t quit it.
I turned and went to the bar, sidling up next to Cade. His stormy scent twined around me, making my eyes flutter. I snapped them open.
Get it together.
This was the perfect opportunity to make it clear—to myself, mostly—that this was just professional. Any wayward hormones I had regarding this guy—this god—were to be ignored and avoided. I was going to prove it right now.
Cade looked down at me, his full lips picking up at the side. “I heard you were coming out. What can I get you?”
“Nothing, thanks,” I said. “I’m going back in thirty minutes. Need to be up bright and early tomorrow.”
“True enough.”
“Caro invited us. Said it’d be good to meet some people if we were going to stick around.”
“She’s right. It’s a good group of people.”
Deadly people. Their magical signatures had been intense. It really was an elite team.
Sophie came to get his order, and I passed Caro’s along as well. She didn’t even ask me for my name again—just set up a tab. I hoped the Protectorate would pay for it when I left, then felt a bit guilty immediately. I didn’t like to take things that weren’t mine. I’d have to sort this out somehow.
While we waited, I looked up at Cade. “So, I heard you don’t come here often.”
“There was incentive.” His voice was slightly rougher than normal.
“Like what?”
“I was thirsty.” The slight heat in his gaze suggested that he wasn’t thirsty for just whiskey.
Did he mean me?
I shivered, leaning closer to him. Then I pulled back, trying to be subtle about it. Because nope. I wasn’t going to touch that one with a ten-foot pole. Relationships had always made me uncomfortable—not to mention the pickings had been slim in Death Valley Junction. And we weren’t sticking around anyway.
I especially couldn’t get involved with someone as hot and powerful as Cade. It’d be too hard to keep my wits about me.
“Here you go!” Sophie’s voice broke the spell that had bound Cade and I together.
I stepped back, cheeks slightly flushed, and turned to her. “Thanks.” I grabbed the drinks and looked up at Cade. “Good to see you.”
Then I hightailed it out of there.
I delivered the drinks to my friends without looking back once.
“You blew that one,” Caro said.
“It went exactly how I wanted it to go.” I sipped my Pink Squirrel.
“Hmmm. Well if it were me, I’d have wanted it to end out back in the alley.”
Haris and Ali laughed. I choked on my Pink Squirrel.
“What? I know how to go for what I want,” Caro said.
“All right, Dirty Spice.” Ali patted her on the shoulder.
My jaw dropped. “Was that a Spice Girls joke?”
“What?” Ali asked. “Too dated?”
I held up my hand, thumb and forefinger pinched almost all the way together. “Just a little bit. But you do you.”
He saluted, grinning.
Cade had found a seat at another table across the room. Within a few minutes, a dangerous-looking dude joined him. A friend? So maybe he hadn’t come here to see me after all.
But every now and again, the side of my neck felt warm. Whenever I glanced over, he wasn’t looking at me, but I wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t been looking at me.
We spent the next twenty minutes drinking and chatting, and frankly, I really enjoyed it. Like, a lot.
Whatever happened from here on out, it was nice to have friends like this. A community. Too bad it wouldn’t last.
Chapter Six
Caro escorted us back to the Protectorate around eight, leaving everyone else out to party. By the time we stepped out of the portal into the forest, I was truly dead tired. It wasn’t even dark yet, and I thought I could sleep for twelve hours.
“Thank you so much,” I said.
“No problem.” She grinned. “I’ll show you to your room.”
She led us up to the castle and through the main entry, then up the curved stairs to the second floor.
As we walked, a high-pitched barking sounded.
A second later, three small dogs raced down the stairs on the other side of us. But they were ghosts. One had wings. The other devil horns. And the last had really long fangs.
I did a double take. “What are they?”
Caro grinned. “That’s Chaos, Ruckus, and Mayhem. Collectively known as the Pugs of Destruction. They’ve lived here for centuries.”
I turned to watch them sprint through the main entry, nails clicking on the floor. “They can cause problems even though they’re ghosts?”
“They’re professionals.”
“All right, then.” I continued up the stairs.
She led us down a long hallway into a quiet part of the castle, then into a large room with two double beds. “This is temporary. If you decide to stay, you’ll each get your own tower apartment. I’ve put some spare clothes in the dresser. When you get a chance, you can go shopping for more. I know some good shops in Magic’s Bend and Edinburgh.”
“Thanks.” From here, the bed looked divine.
We said goodnight, and I was in bed within five minutes. I was extremely proud of the fact that I’d found the energy to brush my teeth in the little en suite bathroom.
I stared up at the ceiling. “This is an upgrade, huh?”
“Yeah,” Ana said from the bed next to me. “I kinda like it here.”
A pale glow lit the room. I sat up and looked at the foot of the bed. A ghost pug stared at me, his face scrunched. His little wings quivered. “P
ug of Destruction, huh?”
He wolfed, then farted. I sighed. I loved dogs, hated dog farts. Couldn’t have one without the other, even if the dog had been dead for hundreds of years.
I patted the bed near my hip. “You can sleep next to me if you point your butt the other direction.”
The dog trundled up and laid down. Then farted again. I smiled, then flopped back on the bed. “Yeah, Ana. I kinda like it here too.”
Ghost dog—Mayhem, Chaos, or Ruckus, I wasn’t sure which—woofed again.
“I can’t believe they chose us,” Ana said.
“Me neither.” I yawned, hoping I’d be ready to face the day tomorrow. That it’d bring us a cure. “Night, Ana.”
“Night, Bree.”
The scream tore into my dreams. For a moment, I was back in Death Valley, tearing across the desert on top of the buggy, fighting off the shrieking bats that lived in the middle of Carter’s Canyon. The beasts were ten feet long and howled right before striking with their giant fangs. My sword always got a great workout there.
But then it came again, and this time…
The scream was distinctly human.
My heart leapt into my throat, and my eyes popped open. Darkness.
I flew out of bed, stumbling briefly over my borrowed clothes. “Ana! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” She leapt out of bed. “What’s that?”
“No idea.”
The light of the ghostly pug lit the room. He stood by the door, quivering, then darted through. I raced after him, into the hall. The stone was probably cold on my bare feet, but I didn’t notice as I raced down the hall, Ana at my side.
The pug led the way, a weird little warrior who growled deep in his throat. Somehow, it should have been silly. But terror and the dog’s seriousness quashed any humor.
As we ran, I drew my sword from the ether and Ana drew her throwing daggers. Though we each had an arsenal stashed in the ether, these were our preferred weapons.
Dim light glowed from the sconces on the wall, but we saw nothing unusual. Just golden light on the stone hallway.
My heart thundered as we rounded the corner. I could feel some kind of dark magic on the air—something that was vaguely familiar but also not right. Not for the Protectorate.
A dark streak on the wall caught my eye.
