“Remember what we practiced?” I panted at Keet. “You got this, buddy.”
Against my better judgment, I popped the cage door open and released him. We had been working up to this for the last week. He had to learn to be part homing pigeon in case we ever got separated while he was assisting me. But I never imagined testing his radar under these conditions. Thank the goddess, Woolly was only a dozen feet away from us. Surely not even Keet could get lost between here and there.
Unable to track him unless I wanted to get a matching boot print on my cheek, I focused on Taz, who was incoming. She was always harping on me to make the best use of what I had, so I swung the cage at her. It clocked her across her right eye, and guilt swamped me.
“I am so sorry.” Just not sorry enough to pass on the opening she had given me. I kicked out hard with my right foot and hit her square in the solar plexus. Oxygen exploded from her lungs, and she doubled over. More afraid of what she would do to me if I didn’t finish her than if I did, I swept her legs from under her and watched her smack the grass on her back. From there, I hovered a safe distance away and squeezed the cage to my chest. “Are you okay?”
Wild laughter poured from her throat. “You don’t apologize for kicking someone’s ass.”
Warmth swelled in me, but it was quickly extinguished. “I cheated.”
“The cage?” She pushed into a seated position. “What have I been telling you all along?”
“To use the weapons at my disposal?” I rubbed my thumbs down the bars. “Somehow I doubt you meant a birdcage.”
“You want to believe your enemies will show you mercy, that they adhere to the same moral code as yours, but they won’t, Grier. They don’t.” She accepted the hand I extended to her, and I pulled her to her feet. “There’s no such thing as a clean fight. Vampires will use their strength, their age, their skills against you. So will necromancers. So will humans. You must sacrifice your ego, accept there is always someone stronger, faster, or smarter than you, and do what it takes to survive.” She gripped my shoulders until I winced. “Whatever it takes, understand? There is no shame in living to fight another day.”
The sentiment drew me up short, almost an echo of the words I had melded into a personal mantra, and it occurred to me then while Maud might have been the first, she was far from the last to offer me that sage advice.
Tossing the cage aside, I sank into a ready stance. “Want to go again?”
Expecting the attack to come from below, as usual, I was stunned when her fist clipped my jaw.
Had my eyes not rolled back in my head, I would have cried foul.
“Stop babying her,” Taz grumbled. “She must have a glass jaw. I didn’t hit her that hard.”
“She bit through her tongue,” Linus snapped. “Go wait in the garden before I return the favor.”
“Kinky,” I slurred, my words thick and wrong. “You canth…go ’round…bithing…”
“Shh.” Linus cradled my cheek in his cool palm. His touch felt divine against the hot pain throbbing in my jaw, and I leaned into his touch. “Don’t speak.”
A jolt of alarm zipped through me, and I leveraged myself upright. “Keeth!”
“Keet is fine.” Linus rested a hand on my shoulder. “Woolly noticed him on the porch and let him in the house.” He lowered me back against the pillows. Pillows? Had they sprouted on the lawn like mushrooms? “Amelie caged him for you.”
“Not Taz’s faulth.” It felt important that he remember that. “Asked for ith.”
“I very much doubt you requested to have your tongue shortened.”
A miserable noise rose up the back of my throat. “Thath…bad?”
“I’ve done what I can, but I require a second opinion.”
“No.” The last thing I wanted was a record of this incident in the Society databases.
“Yes.” He smoothed sweaty hairs off my forehead. “He’ll be here shortly.”
Without making the conscious decision, I slipped through the door in my head and gave myself permission to rest there, away from the pain, until firm nudges forced me to return to my body.
“Hey, you.” A young black man with a smile that promised trouble stared down at me through eyes the rich, deep color of my favorite triple dark chocolate brew from Mallow. “Remember me?”
A distant gurgle in my stomach, paired with the bitter taste in the back of my throat, told me I had hurled my breakfast while unconscious. No wonder I was framing the poor man’s looks to align with my sweet tooth.
“Heinz,” I murmured. “’member.”
The shameless flirt was a medic attached to the sentinels. Maybe he was a sentinel himself. I hadn’t thought to ask. All I knew for certain was Boaz had dialed him up after my dybbuk hunt on the Cora Ann went sideways.
A pen light swept back and forth across my vision. “What happened this time?”
“Taz.”
Sympathy twisted his features. “Ouch.”
“Yeah.” I flinched when his fingers prodded my jaw. “Ouch.”
“She called me up, but she didn’t give any details.” He answered the question I had just been pondering. “I’m a better medic than a sentinel, so I tend to ride around in the box, but I’m in Taz’s unit.”
“So you know.” That she must be the love child of a centaur and a donkey the way she loved to kick.
“I do know.” He pulled aside the collar of his shirt to expose a long scar across his collarbone. “She clipped me once during training, and I fell on a pile of volcanic rock. I hit a sharp edge and nearly got decapitated in the process. She thought it was hilarious. I thought I was dead meat.”
“Thath sounds like her.”
Linus peered over Heinz’s shoulder. “Will she be all right?”
“Her jaw is bruised, but it’s not fractured.” He tapped my chin. “Say ahhh.”
“Ahhh—crap. Thath hurths.”
“I don’t doubt it, but I need to see that tongue. Mr. Lawson tells me you bit the tip clean off, so I need to check and make sure it’s been properly reattached. We don’t want you to have mobility issues. Those might lead to problems with deglutition or articulation later.”
This time my ahhh was more of an AHHH, but I let him examine me for as long as I could endure the pain.
“The seam is flawless.” Heinz sought out Linus. “Are you sure you’re not certified, Mr. Lawson?”
“No.” His gaze touched on the books scattered across every available surface in what I was just realizing was his bedroom. That explained the pillows. “I read a lot.”
“Huh.” Heinz sounded unconvinced. “Maybe you should loan me a few of those books.”
A ghost of a smile twitched his lips. “I’m happy to make a list if you’d like to borrow them from the Lyceum.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” Heinz answered the challenge in Linus’s tone then turned back to me. “You’re going to be fine. You’re also going to be on an all-liquid diet for the next five to seven days.” He pinched the skin on the underside of my upper arm. “You’re thin as it is. Don’t skimp on the calories just because you have to suck them down. Drink those enriched shakes with lots of protein. Broth is also an option. Any soups that have small pieces that won’t choke you, like tomato basil or wonton—minus the wonton—are good.”
Visions of Mallow danced in my head. “Okay.”
A snort to my left told me Linus had me pegged. “You can’t live off hot chocolate and melted marshmallows for a week.” He hesitated. “Well, you probably could, but you shouldn’t.” He fussed with the edge of my—his—sheets, as I was lying in his bed. “Pick your poisons, and I’ll put soup on later. We can freeze it in batches. That way all you have to do is thaw them out when you get hungry.”
I reached for his arm. “You donth have tho do thath.”
He tensed under the weight of my hand. “I don’t mind.”
“Has anyone told Boaz yet?” Heinz inserted himself into our conversation. “He’s going to flip his lid.”
“I’m sure Taz called him the second my head hith the grass.” I snorted, and goddess that hurt. “Oh, no. Whath abouth Amelie?”