by Jaye Wells
Page 14
He rolled his goat eyes. “Isn’t there always with you?”
This from a Mischief demon. I ignored his dig and explained about the prophecy.
Giguhl’s face remained expressionless during the explanation. Although, once I got to the part about the Caste of Nod, he sat up straighter. “Oooh. I’ve heard of them. ”
“Really? Where’d you hear about them?”
“Duh, we’re not totally cut off in Irkalla. We hear things about you earth dwellers from the demons who are summoned here for nefarious purposes. ”
For some reason, I figured demons didn’t pay much attention to dark-races politics on earth. A lot of times when people used the term dark races, they included the demons. Technically, though, demons were their own species, since they existed before Lilith was even created. So while the vampires, mages, and faeries squabbled like angry siblings over who was in Lilith’s favor, demons pretty much stayed out of it. It was complicated, though, because Lilith became Queen of Irkalla when she married Asmodeus, and then went on to have her own demon offspring, which meant some demons were related to the rest of the dark races and some weren’t. Frankly, the whole dark-race-genealogy thing made my head hurt.
“Okay, so what did you hear?”
He leaned in with the posture of a conspirator. “Word is the caste gets together every year for a huge orgy somewhere near San Francisco. ”
I huffed out a breath. “No offense, G, but that’s not exactly the kind of intel I was looking for. ”
“Well, excuse me, oh, Chosen One. ”
I glared at him. “Don’t call me that. ”
His lips curled up wickedly. “Would you prefer ‘New Lilith’?”
I swatted his arm. “I’d prefer it if you’d be serious for a second. I don’t know what to do here. ”
He frowned. “Why do you have to do anything about it? You said yourself you don’t believe in fate. So do whatever you think is right. If Maisie’s right and you do have a destiny, then it sounds like your choices will lead you where you need to go anyway. ”
My mouth fell open. I wasn’t used to receiving practical advice from Giguhl. But the weird thing? He was totally right. I didn’t have to make any decisions tonight. As far as I was concerned, Maisie’s prophecy didn’t change my original plan. I’d just go through the magic training and use it to suit my own purposes. “When’d you become so insightful?”
He smiled wickedly. “Lady, I piss insight. ”
As much as I’d bitched about having to do this stupid werewolf duel, the truth was I was looking forward to it. After Rhea and Maisie’s revelations the night before, I needed to work out some tension. Rhea kept harping about how I needed to rely on my physicality less and my intuition more, but I’d found a good fight is the best form of stress relief around.
Speaking of Rhea, Maisie had appointed the old mage as my chaperone. She explained that as the leader of the mage race, it wasn’t safe or proper for her to enter the Black Light District.
“What exactly is a Black Light District?” I asked.
“It’s where the rougher elements of the city’s dark races go to indulge a variety of vices—strip clubs, brothels, the usual,” Rhea explained. “The Shade works out of a bar there called Vein. ”
I’d argued that I didn’t need a chaperone at all but had been overruled. Luckily, no one saw a problem with me taking Giguhl for moral support.
“That’s fine, but how are you going to get him there?” Maisie asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Sabina, you can’t wander through the city with a demon. And if he’s in cat form, you’re going to have problems using public transportation. ”
“Oh,” I said. “I hadn’t thought of that. ”
Rhea piped up. “I have an idea. ” She performed a little mojo and a duffel bag of sorts appeared in her hands.
Giguhl eyed the bag with suspicion. “I know you don’t think I’m getting in that thing. ”
I shot Giguhl a look. “Don’t be a baby. It’s just to get from here to the bar. I’m sure you can switch back to demon form once we get there. ” I glanced at Rhea for confirmation. She nodded.
“I don’t know, Red. It’s embarrassing,” he said.
“Look, I don’t have time to argue right now. Either you’re coming in the carrier or you’re not coming at all. ”
The demon crossed his arms, looking just like a pouty toddler. “Fine. ”
Getting into the bar was its own headache. After we took a cab to Hell’s Kitchen, Rhea led us to a hole-in-the-wall Chinese takeout joint. She led us into what appeared from the outside to be a walk-in freezer. We walked into the cold room, past shelves filled with slabs of meat. After she closed the door in, Rhea moved to the back and pulled on a meat hook. The sound of metal scratching against concrete made me flinch. The false wall opened to reveal a set of stairs. At the bottom, a short hallway took us to a door marked “Private. ”
“This is it. Go ahead and let him change back now. ”
I put the duffel down next to the door and unzipped it. “Okay, G. Time to switch back. ”
After the transformation, Giguhl took the clothes I’d brought along. “That bag constitutes demon abuse,” he complained as he changed.
I nodded impatiently, keeping my eyes averted. He looked ridiculous in the gray sweats and red Demons Are Horny T-shirt, but I’d be damned if I was walking in a club with a nude demon.
Once he was done, Rhea opened the door. A mage bouncer sat on a stool just inside. He nodded at Rhea like he knew her and waved us in.
Even though Rhea had told me Vein was dark-races only, it surprised me to see all the races mixing so casually. Back in L. A. , you’d never see mages sitting cheek to fang with vamps without fights breaking out. Not to mention you never saw werewolves in California. Nymphs and other faeries were common in L. A. , but they mainly had their own hangouts.
Back in California, vamps were at the top of the food chain, and the Dominae ran everything with iron fists. That’s not to say mages or faeries didn’t exist there, but they tended to avoid interactions with us. Occasionally a brave mage would wander into a vamp bar, but it rarely ended well. But here I got the impression the races not only tolerated each other, but that they even hung out. Odd.
“Looks like we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” I whispered to Giguhl.
“No shit,” the demon replied.
“You’re supposed to bring demons in through the back entrance for the fights. ” The bartender was a vamp with a thick neck and greasy copper hair. The name “Earl” was embroidered into his black shirt. He eyed Giguhl, as if he expected him to tear down the place any minute. Meanwhile, his gray dishrag made lazy circles on the bar.
“That won’t be an issue,” Rhea said reasonably. “I’m here to see—”
“Look, lady, I don’t have time for this. Demons aren’t allowed in the main bar. If you wanna stay, you’re gonna have to take him to the basement. ”
Rhea slammed a hand on the bar, impeding the rag’s progress across the sticky surface. “I have an appointment. ” Thus far I’d only seen her in her earth-mother guise, but I enjoyed this tough side to Rhea. She wore it well.
The bartender stopped wiping and glared at Rhea. “I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re meeting the Queen of the Fae, lady. Take the demon outside before I do it for you. ”
Giguhl snorted behind me. “I’d like to see you try, fang boy. ” He’d lowered his voice a couple of octaves for effect. I tried not to roll my eyes at his posturing. Although, truth be told, I would enjoy watching Earl try to move Giguhl. But only if I had popcorn and a good seat from which to watch the fireworks.
Rhea leaned over the bar and grabbed the bartender’s collar. “I don’t think you’re using your ears. I have an appointment with The Shade. ”
Tension crackled, and patrons swiveled their eager gazes to the stan
doff at the bar. I think I even heard a pin drop somewhere back near the pool tables.
Just then, a phone on the bar back rang. The shrill sound cut through the electric silence like a knife. Unlike most normal phones, this one had no buttons—just a single red light, which flashed maniacally with each ring.
“That would be your boss,” Rhea said quietly. She jerked his head toward the phone and released the bartender. “Answer it. ”
Earl scowled but hurried over and picked up the receiver. As he whispered into the mouthpiece he looked across the bar and up at a large mirror in an ornate frame. It hung near the balcony on the second floor. Obviously, someone was keeping an eye on things. I sensed a presence behind the mirrored surface. I couldn’t see anyone, but I could feel eyes on me. I ignored the hairs prickling on the back of my neck and focused on having Rhea’s back in case this all went south.
The bartender hung up and came back over, looking sheepish. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. The Shade said you should go down to the locker rooms behind the fight pit to get ready for the duel. It will begin in half an hour. ”
Giguhl leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Remind me not to cross Rhea. ”
I nodded and looked at Rhea. The aggression she’d displayed a few minutes ago had evaporated. She flashed an easy smile to the bartender. “Thanks. ”
The bartender looked at the mirror, hesitating. “He also asked me to tell you the demon isn’t allowed in the fight area. He’ll have to stay here. ”
“Now, wait just a—” I began. Rhea grabbed my arm for silence.
“That will be fine,” she said. “Please make sure he’s taken care of while we’re gone. ”
“Rhea, what are you doing?”
She put her mouth to my ear. “We’re not in a position to make demands here, Sabina. They don’t want you to sic him on anyone if you lose. ”
I glanced at Giguhl. He shrugged. “It’s fine with me. Just don’t get yourself killed, okay?”
