I looked at Eli, who was frowning at the discrepancy of timelines. No way Derek could have gotten there so quickly. Not without folding time. Or getting caught up in the arcenciel’s magics. Eli frowned harder, putting that ability into any strategy we might develop. He tightened Wrassler’s thigh tourniquet.
Wrassler started in the middle of a different thought. “Derek ordered the rest of his guys to pull back, to take them as they left the office. But Peregrinus knew about the hidden passages and the elevator in the room next to Leo’s office.” The service elevator went down and opened into a room on sub-four, not far from the storage room, just like I thought. Everyone knew about the previously hidden passageways, stairs, and the service elevator, thanks to the local cops who were called in about a death not so long ago, a death on my watch. Reach had access to police reports from when a were–black panther had been murdered in Leo’s office. He knew about the elevator. Therefore Peregrinus knew. My fault. So much was my fault. “Grégoire followed them into the hidden room and took on the Devil. I saw the first moves and Grégoire was bleeding pretty bad.” Wrassler stopped to breathe. “No one ever beat the Devil. Not even Grégoire. And he wasn’t beating her then. He ordered everyone to retreat and regroup.
“I was on the move through the back stairways. I met them on sub-four. Derek was with me. And five more of his guys. Firefight from hell, dude,” he said to Eli. “The dragon went solid and black as night. But it was covered in what looked like metal scales with metallic spikes and spines along the sides and at the tail. The rounds hit it. Crazy loud. Pretty sure it was hurt. It was thrashing. Tail hit me in the arm. Then it picked me up by the leg and shook me. Threw me. So fast. I went down. Derek pulled me back and stuffed me into the small elevator to take me back up. I don’t know what happened then. But . . . guessing they headed down. I made it up to Leo’s office on the last generator power before it died too.”
“So you crawled down here,” Eli said, “hoping to get coms and call for backup. Cells are damaged. House lines are down. I’m thinking EM interference.”
I nodded to show I’d heard. “Who’s manning security?” I asked. The hallway floor lights were on now so the security system was working, even if coms were down or jammed.
“Angel Tit’s on.” Wrassler coughed, the sound hoarse. “He’s trying to call out. Get help. Friends at the Marine Corps Support Facility on Opelousas Avenue. Water,” he said to Eli.
Eli gave him the rest of the water and set a new bottle down by his good right hand. With Beast’s hearing I could tell that Wrassler’s heart was beating far too fast. If we didn’t get him help, he’d die, and soon. But if we took him for help, others would likely die.
“Where are Sabina and Bethany?” I asked.
“Sabina’s off-site, at her lair in the graveyard,” Wrassler whispered, mumbling. Dying. He was dying. “Bethany . . . She was here,” he said, sounding dazed. “She’s hurt. She was . . . she was shouting about riding the dragon. The arcenciel. She was crying bloody tears.” Wrassler stopped to breathe again. Eli gave him more water. He drank it fast, some dribbling out of his mouth. “She was talking about them taking her magic. I saw her fall.”
“Taking her magic . . .” I didn’t know what that meant, not exactly, but I remembered the pain when Peregrinus had put the crystal on my chest. The feeling like I was dying before the hatchling had appeared and he’d turned his attention from me. Somewhere deep inside, it all came together. This was about the Gray Between, and the ability to fold time. This was about stealing and storing power for later use. Any vamp who had control over time and could steal the magical ability from other supernats, and who had access to stored witch power, on top of the power of magical icons, would be unstoppable.
Access to the White House. The Kremlin. Fort Knox. Whoever had all that power could do anything, anytime, anywhere. And no one could stop them.
“What do you want to do, Jane?” Eli asked.
I didn’t know what to do. This was more than “pull a stake and charge in fighting.” This was military tactics and strategies—hard to think through when you don’t know what the enemy wants. The enemy was still here, so he wanted something stored here. Sub-four. That was where it attacked Wrassler. My head felt like it was stuffed with wool. We had no coms, no security, no electricity. My breath sped up and the palms of my hands started to tingle with hyperventilation.
I said, “Peregrinus has all our security info, building plans, Reach’s thoughts and guesses about what’s on every level.” I banged my head on the wall once, the sound soft and hollow. “He’s had a week to play with it all. A week when the elevator’s been doing strange things and the electricity’s been wonky. Peregrinus probably even has the stuff I changed after I heard about Reach.”