by K. F. Breene
He was more lethal than Clyde—I could see it in his movements and the intelligent cunning of his eyes.
A shiver rolled through my body, and I desperately shoved down my welling magic, which was eager to strike out at something so obviously dangerous as this vampire.
“Hi,” I said evenly. “How long were you creeping around in that corner?
“Just the last five minutes or so. I didn’t want to break your concentration.” Darius switched his gaze to Emery. “Mr. Westbrook. So good to see you again. I hear you’re in town on business?”
“Yes,” Emery replied.
“Fantastic. I’m glad you could stop in and visit us.” Darius made his way to the table, pausing to glance at the two round rubber casings on the ground that contained the beast of a spell. When he reached the table, he bent to survey the other spells we’d completed. “I see two distinct groups.”
“Penny did the ones on the right. They’ll be just as strong as mine, but more”—Emery scratched his nose—“more effective, I think. She adds something to her spells that speaks more closely to nature. It…fuses her spells with their surroundings, somehow. I haven’t figured out how to duplicate it.”
“Just tune in to the world around you.” I shrugged. “That middle-tiered mage in the guild did it. There’s no reason you can’t.”
“Penny hasn’t been trained in the traditional ways,” Emery told Darius. “It shows. In a good way. Those spells are powerful.”
“I have no doubt.” Darius turned to survey me, his eyes holding the experience of a few lifetimes. “I have heard a lot about you, Miss Bristol. We have…friends in common.”
“Clyde is calling himself my friend after last night? That’s forgiveness for you. I might like him a little better for it.”
Darius clasped his hands behind his back. “Mr. Regent has a grudging respect for you, though I don’t think he’s eager to be in your company.”
“Ah. Yes, that sounds a bit more like it.” I pulled up some concrete and had a seat. I was tired.
“No, I was referring to Reagan Somerset and Callie and Desmond Banks. You and I were in that church together in Louisiana. Sadly, I didn’t get the opportunity to meet you. I was otherwise engaged.”
Emery’s eyes widened and he shifted, looking down at me.
“I have a special relationship with Reagan…and the Bankses,” Darius said, also looking down at me. “It seems you do, too. The Bankses wish to train you, is that correct?”
“Yes. And I was going to agree, but something came up.”
“The guild, yes. You’re a natural. It seems everyone agrees. So. What’s next, Miss Bristol? Mr. Westbrook? How can I help?”
Emery put a hand in his pocket. “Easy. You can help us break into the records room in the guild.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
The long game.
Penny’s mom had said it, and the vampires lived by it. Emery needed to get on board. He couldn’t just live for the moment anymore. He had to think ahead.
Just after midnight, Emery stood with the rest of their thrown-together team, nestled in a patch of trees near the guild entrance. The area was completely covered by cameras. Fencing stretched away on both sides, leaving a space for entering and exiting cars, separated by a guard station in the middle. To the casual, non-magical observer, it would seem like any large business, not horribly worried about someone sneaking over the fence, but concerned with security all the same.
To the magical eye, however, the place looked like Fort Knox, with a couple of different spells protecting the entrance, and the ward and various other spells stretching out to the sides. It was set up to keep people out, and as he and Penny had discovered earlier, there was an even better setup to keep guests from overstaying their welcome.
“Here we are.” Darius, smooth and self-assured as only an elder vampire could be, squeezed a casing. The magic wafted out and draped around Penny, shimmering as it settled onto her skin.
Emery pulled the elements needed and re-created the spell easily, protecting himself. It was a badge, of sorts, and it would apparently get them into the front entrance.
“How did you get that spell?” Emery asked, draping the spell over the half-dozen mid-level vampires standing around them. Darius had called in a crew to help.
Emery was either aligning himself with a powerful ally or a formidable enemy. He hoped their relationship didn’t go sour.
At least he was in the same boat as Penny, who had already unknowingly aligned herself with Darius. That had come as a shock. But Emery was happy to know she had a powerful dual-mage team interested in training her. He’d looked them up in the hours before this heist kicked off, in the time they’d been allotted for rest. The pair was powerful and influential in New Orleans. They had no interest in the guild. And since Darius wanted to keep Penny under his wing, she would be protected and well looked after—better than Emery could manage, at any rate. Darius had extremely deep pockets—he could move Penny and her mother anywhere in the world without a problem. He’d keep her safe from the guild.
“Mr. Regent tortured it out of a guild member who had affected his business,” Darius said. “It is useful information.”
Emery finally draped the protection spell over Darius. “All good.”
The vampire nodded and looked around at the well-dressed and hard-faced crew. Penny started and glanced down at her utility belt. She tugged out her phone and her face crumpled. Darius’s phone chimed a moment later.
He took it out and flicked the screen. “Yes?” His eyes darted to Penny.
Emery’s heart sank when he saw the look in her eyes. “They know who I am. They want me in their control.”
“They’ll be passing this up the chain of command,” Darius said, lowering his phone. “They’ll organize and actively pursue her. Let’s get this done and get her out of town.”
“I’m staying with Emery,” Penny said defiantly. Her eyes flashed fire. “Wherever he goes, I go. My life is tied with his.”
Emery’s heart ached. He wished that could be true. Wished his life was what it had once been. But there was no point in telling her that her naive, misguided feelings for him were just a result of the danger bringing them together. She wouldn’t believe him. Hell, he didn’t believe him. But he couldn’t let her give him something she couldn’t give to anyone else, not when he knew he’d have to walk away from her—for her own good.
“They’ll be in early today. Someone might even be on their way here now.” Emery stalked forward. “Let’s get this done. Are you sure this spell will keep us protected within the compound for an extended period of time?”
“The longest tested is twelve hours.” Darius glanced at a female vampire on his left. She nodded and took off, running at an inhuman speed. “That will be more than enough time for us to figure out if we have a shot—or if we need to reconvene and come up with different spells.”
“We don’t need different spells. I have what I need.” Emery watched the woman reach the guard station, rip the door open, and duck inside. He’d worked out the counter-spell in the hotel room after Penny had fallen asleep. She’d offered to help, but needed the rest. He was used to doing without.
The vamp stepped out of the station, glanced their way, and continued on, running into the compound.
Emery started to jog. Penny easily met his pace, unbelievably fast and agile. The vampires sped up, too, though they still looked like they were out for a Sunday stroll.
Passing the guard station, Penny gasped. “Did she kill them?”
A vampire peeled off from the group. A glance back said he was hiding the bodies.
“Yes.” Darius didn’t spare the scene a glance. “The guild is a cesspit of corruption. Judgment is on their doorstep.”
“Good grief, you don’t pull any punches, do you?” she muttered, flinching when they passed through the ward. “What were you doing in that church in New Orleans, anyway? I didn’t see you. Where were you?”
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nbsp; “I was tied up in the back.” His voice held a roughness that made Emery glance his way. There was a story behind that statement.
Penny must’ve also picked up on it. “Doing what?”
“Fighting magical werewolves. Why do you keep looking up?”
“Dizzy said one of those werewolves got loose.”
“So I heard. What is so interesting about the sky?”
Penny looked down at her feet as they jogged through a spacious area between the buildings. They passed a small shack with a large, steaming cup of coffee painted on the front. The windows were all dark and a padlock secured the doors.
“Do you feel the larger ward from before?” Emery asked, jogging by her side. “The one connected with the ground?”
A man in an orange robe lay facedown on the grass. Darius’s female vampire helper was fast and brutal, not to mention excellent at her task. Clearly she’d had a lot of practice.
The vampire on body duty peeled off to take care of it.
“Not like before,” Penny said. “It’s there, but it isn’t pressing. It isn’t watching.”
“What is this we are speaking of?” Darius asked.
Emery quickly filled him in as they all turned, heading to the back corner of the compound. Another two bodies lay off to the side, one with the head facing the wrong way. Another vampire darted out to help the first remove the bodies.
“Throwing up is probably bad form, right?” Penny’s eyes widened at the sight of the body. She wiped her face, not getting an answer.
“I want to know what spell they are using for that ward,” Emery said. “It is enormous if it covers the whole compound like a dome, and extremely effective.”
Turning another corner, they found the ruthless female vampire standing in the path, her hip cocked and face placid. Darius slowed as they reached her.
“They have a small crew guarding the destination while two high-tier mages set up what looks like a spell,” she said. “Two Sheriffs, the high-tier mages, and three middle-tiered mages as backup. Their eyes are alert and hands full.”
Darius turned to Emery, the question silent: What’s the best course of action?
Either that, or Can you give us enough magical cover to defeat them?
He wasn’t great at reading “vampire.”
Emery thought for a moment. “This place isn’t on high alert, so they either don’t know it’s me, or they’re overconfident in their abilities. Putting up another couple of spells is just a precaution, probably an attempt to derail any trespassers until they can meet with the Regionals and figure out if they need to overhaul the spells.”
“Will you be derailed?” Darius asked.
“No.” Emery took Penny’s hand. “Especially not when working with Penny. Let me go first. I can distract them with a couple of spells. Then unleash the vampires.”
Darius nodded and shifted, opening the way for Emery to pass.
“Love the new look.” The female vampire gave him a feral grin, her eyes sparkling with lust. “It suits you.”
“Good gracious,” Penny muttered, staring at the woman. “There would be worse ways to go than with her hanging off your neck.”
He stifled a bark of laughter. “Her kind aren’t my type.”
“Well, no, not if you want to keep your life, but still.”
They paused at the corner. “Dig out that rock, Turdswallop,” he whispered, then couldn’t help but grin when she narrowed her eyes at the name. She was so easy to tease. He loved it. “Do you remember any attack spells from the lists earlier?”
“I remember all of them. For some reason, when it comes to magic, I have a photographic memory.”
He’d said it before, but he’d say it again. “How much easier would life be if I had your brain?” He took a breath, readying for the charge. “Hit them with everything you’ve got. I’ll take the ones on the right. You take the ones on the left. Keep them busy so the vampires can do the dirty work.”
“What if I kill them?”
“Then you can pretend it was the vampires, and your conscience will be clear.”
“Good call. Yes, I’ll go with that. Because I think those spells are going to be nasty.”
Emery agreed. He wanted the book from which Darius had gotten them.
“Here we go.” He sprinted around the corner. She was at his side a second later.
They ran straight down the path, through the middle of the circular benches. The group at the front of the records building tensed. They all started talking together, their hands out and up, ready to loose their spells. The high-tiered mages in purple straightened from where they’d been crouched and then turned, their hands going to their satchels, full of raw ingredients.
Why they didn’t use casings with spells for quick release, Emery didn’t know. Arrogance, probably. That would cost them their lives.
Magic rose from Emery’s belt. Penny was already weaving, fast, efficient, and perfect, like she’d been doing it all her life. He finished his own weave a moment later, still charging toward the clustered group of mages.
“It’s the natural and the girl,” someone shouted.
Their movements grew more harried, their fear evident.
Penny’s weave darted out in front of her. His loosed a moment later. Invisible knives slashed at the two mages in front of Emery, lines of red opening up on their robes. The people on Penny’s side shrieked and grabbed at their heads. Their screams turned piercing as they writhed in agony.
Someone got a spell off. It flashed out toward Penny.
Emery called up a defense spell, but he didn’t have the time to lash out. A pure shield of white rose in front of Penny before blasting out, eating through the coming spell and then continuing on to the attacker. Just like he’d witnessed that first night, it acted as a homing device, locating the caster and contorting her body until a loud crack cut off her scream.
“Gross,” he heard. Then, “Darius’s fault.”
Shapes darted in from the sides, lightning fast and incredibly lethal. Vampires snatched up anyone left standing and broke them in some way, their strength unparalleled. The mages’ bodies were tossed away, and the predators drifted to the sides, giving Emery and Penny room.
Silence descended over the scene like a smothering blanket.
“I do not want a vampire for an enemy,” Penny whispered out of the side of her mouth.
Not any of the vampires under Darius’s leadership, at any rate. They were organized and exceptional, just like their maker.
Emery looked at the spell covering the door. “Okay, let’s break this spell open and get what we need before the cavalry shows up.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Emery stared at the front of the door before wrapping his fingers around my wrist. The harried energy around us slowly smoothed out. We both took a deep breath at the same time, analyzing the spells draping the entrance.
“Help where you can,” he said, before removing his hand and starting his weave, a complex spell spinning into existence between his hands.
I closed my eyes and lowered my head, feeling the intent of the spell he was creating, then that of the spell standing in our way. A key and a barrier.
Those two didn’t fit together.
I held out my hand, eyes still closed, letting it drift until I could feel Emery’s creation right beneath my fingertips. Peeling open a lid, I glanced at him. He looked confused, but he didn’t stop, and he didn’t tell me to move away. He trusted what an untrained mage with more power than sense planned to do. It was a miracle he was still alive.
Ignoring my inner naysayer, I closed my eye again, feeling the energy in the bubble around us pulse and play. I imagined the barrier in front of us, and immediately thought of a great oak, with its strong roots and sturdy branches. Such a tree could bust the barrier down, but it would take too long.
Tilting my head, I envisioned a jackhammer to go with the tree. After fusing the two, nature and steel, together in my mind, I con
nected them with the key Emery was building. Heat warmed the air between us. Fire burned my palm, followed by an icy sensation, mixing and meshing with the spell below. Changing it.
The new energy sang in my blood. Whispered to me of freshly plowed fields and lightning storms. Magic flowed through me, the tug on my ribs resulting in heat dripping down my middle. That meant I was onto something.
I sincerely hoped that something didn’t go boom.
“Enough.”
I yanked my hand away at Emery’s command and opened my eyes. He spread his hands, revealing a thick weave made up of many smaller weaves, all twisting and interconnecting at irregular intervals. But while it looked like a hot mess at first glance, upon closer inspection, it held a chaotic beauty, the patterns and shapes organized even if the layout was not.
“Incredible,” Emery said in not much more than a whisper. “I wish we could train together. You’d teach me as much as I would teach you.”
I ignored the twist in my gut at his comment about not training together. “I don’t even know what I’m doing most of the time. How could I teach it?”
“By doing, and letting me be a part of it.” He pushed his hands away.
The spell released and spread out in front of us before sending tendrils down into the ground—the roots I had imagined.
“Simply incredible,” Emery said, watching. “I have so many ideas.”
“And I have all the resources you’ll need to create them,” Darius said, standing directly behind us with his hands behind his back.
Emery’s brow furrowed and his gaze returned to the front door. Light flashed in the lines that now ran the length of the building. It flared in front of us.
