Influential_Magic

chapter 7





“What happened?” Phoebe asked from the porch of our house. Her hair was brown this time, styled in a short, asymmetrical bob. She wore a miniskirt and four-inch platform heels. The tourist barfly ensemble was a staple in her collection of disguises.

I pushed past her through the front door.

“Willow!” Phoebe yelled.

“Give me a minute.” I ran up the stairs, leaving her to deal with David. Damn him, the double-crosser. Double agent, my ass.

I stopped, scanning my room. Hadn’t Phoebe plugged my cell phone in somewhere? There. The white power cord snaked out from under the desk. With trembling wings, I powered it on and hit the speed dial.

Pick up, pick up, pick up. Voice mail. Always the frickin’ voice mail. As if I had any room to talk. I hadn’t even thought of my phone since I’d landed the night before. Had I only been home twenty-four hours? Double damn.

At the tone, my words rushed out. “Talisen, where are you? It’s about Beau. Information and a lead. Get your ass down here.”

I ended the call and noticed a missed text message. It was from Talisen. Glad you made it safe. Call me soon so I can hear that beautiful voice of yours.

He’d replied moments after my text the night before, just after the battery died.

“Stupid phone.” I tossed it back on the desk and headed for the bathroom.

When I reemerged, Phoebe was leaning against the doorframe. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I just found—” My breath hitched and I forced a swallow. “—found out a vampire killed Beau.”

Phoebe’s expression softened. “I know, I heard.” She pointed to the magically enhanced silver bug pinned to her formfitting button-down shirt.

“Why Beau?” I choked out, unable to comprehend why a vampire would kill him. Back then, in California, I hadn’t even known we’d met any. They didn’t exactly frequent the coastal faery lands.

Phoebe reached out and hugged me. “We’ll find out. I promise.”

I pulled back and straightened. “Damn right we will.” This wasn’t the time to break down. I had a job to do.

“I’m all in. You know that.” The tiny witch stood tall, her shoulders back and fire blazing in her black eyes. Fierce determination lined her face. Beau had always said the feistiest ones came in small packages.

Our eyes met and an unspoken agreement passed between us. We’d find answers to the questions the Arcane hadn’t been willing to ask. Coincidence, that’s what the officials had said. But dying in the same field and at the same age as your father twenty-three years later wasn’t a coincidence; it was a f*cking pattern.

If they’d ruled both deaths a murder, maybe someone would have looked harder. Unfortunately, our dad’s death was listed as an accident. But after seeing both death reports, I wasn’t convinced. Not at all. And now I had a lead.

I flexed my wings as I glided toward the stairs. “Let’s go. We have a vampire to interrogate.”

***

Phoebe stood in the middle of the living room with her hand on her hip. She stared at David, who was sitting stiffly in a wingback chair. “Someone want to tell me what the hell happened back there?”

“You know as much as I do.” I paced the living room, the sound of my clunky boots echoing off the high ceilings. “You heard what they said.”

“No, actually, I didn’t.” She turned and pointed to the beetle still pinned to her chest. “The bug cut out for about an hour. I was ready to bust in, but then I heard you talking to David again right before the woman showed up to ask you about Beau.”

I blinked. “Damn it. The concealment charm. Phoebs, they had the whole room cloaked. I couldn’t feel anyone except David until we joined them in Allcot’s private room upstairs.”

Phoebe stiffened and then rounded on David. “How?”

Confusion flickered over his handsome face. “I don’t know what the hell either of you are talking about.” His gaze landed on me. “What do you mean you couldn’t feel anyone but me? Is the Void tracking vampires now?”

“No.” Not technically. Oops.

My ability wasn’t exactly public knowledge. Just perfect. Maude was going to have a shit-fit when she learned I’d leaked the information. The thought suddenly filled me with a gleeful defiance. I tilted my head to one side. David was my partner now. He would’ve found out sooner or later. Shrugging, I uttered the words I’d been sworn to keep secret, “I have a vampire spidey sense.”

“Excuse me?” David scooted to the edge of the chair. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know, spidey sense.” I tapped my temple. “I know when vampires are around. I should’ve felt Eadric and his groupies long before we entered his office. But I didn’t. Which only means one thing—a concealment charm.” I strode across the room, stopping right in front of him. “And you’re going to tell us where it came from and why they’re using it.”

I glanced at Phoebe. She nodded once and cut her eyes back to the vampire.

David leaned back and said nothing.

What did it take to get a reaction out of the guy? I’d confessed a potentially dangerous talent, and he didn’t even dignify it with a response. A*shole. “I’ll assume that means you aren’t important enough to be in the know.”

He glared, a muscle pulsing in his jaw as he clenched his teeth.

“Looks like you hit a nerve, Wil.” Phoebe pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between two fingers the way she always did when working out a problem.

“Guess so.” I took two steps and crouched, staring David in the eye. “But you can and will tell me how it is Allcot knows about the agreement you made with the Void to be a double agent.”

“What?” Phoebe demanded, taking a place beside me. She straightened her spine, making her frame appear much taller than her five-foot-two inches. “Someone better fill me in before our guest finds himself with a nasty sunburn.”

She held up her agate. I frowned. Right then I’d like nothing better than to fry David myself. Double-crossing, low-life coward who couldn’t even break up with me in person. I’d deserved an explanation, dammit. Not a hasty text. Coward.

I filled Phoebe in on the night’s events and when I finished we both focused on David. Phoebe pointed to her agate. “You’ve got five seconds to start talking.”

He held her gaze, then quirked an eyebrow, a tiny hint of a smile touching his lips. “This is between Willow and me.”

Phoebe snorted out a laugh. “Arrogant bastard. Agent Rhoswen is my partner. Where she goes, I go and all that shit. Now start talking. I’d think you’d know by now I don’t issue idle threats.”

David’s face turned stony. “Unfortunately for you, Agent Rhoswen is no longer your partner. She’s mine, as of sometime this morning. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for tonight’s events. However, I will speak to her about them in private.”

Phoebe’s arm rose, her face flushed in anger, light pulsing faintly from the agate. All it would take is one word, and David would be out of commission for days, if not weeks. I clasped Phoebe’s wrist, deflecting the growing rays of artificial sun.

“Phoebs,” I said, exhausted. “As much as I’d like to see him crispy fried, I do need some answers. Maybe it’s better if I fill you in later?” The beetle bug was still in my pocket. Whatever David told me, Phoebe would hear it.

She took a deep breath, pointedly not looking at David. “Fine. I’ll be upstairs in the kitchen if you need me.”

“Thanks.”

David watched Phoebe round the corner to climb the stairs, a trace of smugness flashing on his pale face.

“Knock it off.” I crossed the room to grab Link’s dog brush and cutting shears. The mats from his two-month-long grooming hiatus weren’t going to take care of themselves. I eased onto the couch, sitting cross-legged. Link jumped up and settled onto my lap, ready for his brushing.

“I’m listening,” I said without looking up.

Silence, except for the worry of bristles through Link’s fur, filled the room. Determined to wait him out, I concentrated on finding and trimming mats. If it hadn’t been for his vampireness pressing down on me, I could have almost put him out of my mind. Almost.

The familiarity of the situation set my nerves on edge. How many times had we sat together, sharing a comfortable silence? I swallowed a hollow laugh. At that moment a bikini wax would have been more comfortable.

“I owe you an apology,” David said so quietly I barely heard him.

Damn right he did. “Way to state the obvious.”

“For the way I left things, I mean.”

Oh, that. “I don’t want your apologies. I’m over it. I want answers. And I want the truth. Who are you really working for?”

“But I—”

I leveled a glare at him, stopping him mid-sentence.

He shifted, sitting up in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward. “Fine, we’ll discuss it later.”

Irritation spread through my limbs. I shifted as my wings spread unconsciously. Why was he acting as if we still had a relationship? I hadn’t heard from him in over two months. If he thought he could just pick back up after he’d tossed me aside, he’d either forgotten who I was or he hadn’t ever known me at all. And turning vampire wasn’t an excuse. People turned vamp all the time and didn’t abandon their loved ones. Especially people like David. Loyal, caring, protective David.

I frowned, pushing the thoughts away. It didn’t matter.

“Answers,” I said.

He leaned back into the chair. “Relax, Wil. There’s no rush.”

I narrowed my eyes, a torrent of obscenities forming on my lips.

David nodded to Link. “He’s going to shift if you don’t control your agitation.”

Link jumped off the couch, his eyes gold. He was vibrating and moments from shifting. I could let him, but if he decided to attack David, I wasn’t sure I could stop him. My agitation fed Link, and he wasn’t old enough to control it. I took a deep, cleansing breath, tucked my wings close to my back, and waited. After Link visibly calmed, I turned my attention back to David. “Start talking or next time, I’ll let him have you.”

He glanced at Link. The dog settled on the carpet, keeping his eyes trained on the vampire. “All right. What do you want to know?”

Why you broke up with me. “Do you know anything about my brother’s death?”

He shook his head. “I don’t. And if I did, I’d do everything in my power to get you the truth of what happened.”

The familiar sincerity in his voice shot pangs of regret through my heart. I forced myself to ignore it. “Fine. Why did you tell Allcot about your deal with the Void?”

David stood and moved in front of me. He kneeled, his blue eyes staring intently into mine. “There’s only one reason I agreed to be a double agent.” He reached out as if to take my hand but seemed to think better of it and pulled back.

“To save your ass?”

His face transformed, full of worry. “To protect you. And to do that, I need Eadric’s help.”

***

“Do you believe him?” Phoebe asked from her spot at the kitchen table.

I grabbed a slice of pizza and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Which part?”

“I don’t see how he’d know anything about Beau’s murder since he wasn’t a vampire then.”

“True.” Phoebe sipped from her favorite solid-black coffee mug.

“But he works for Cryrique, one of the most powerful vampire corporations in the world. He could’ve heard something. Or found out something.”

“I doubt he has those kinds of connections,” she said.

I stared at my plate. Phoebe had a point. Being a newly turned vamp meant he’d have entry-level status. No one tells the new kid secrets. “You’re right.”

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “At least now you have a place to start.”

The steel I found in her eyes somehow strengthened my resolve. Phoebe would exhaust every lead, no matter how obscure, until we found Beau’s killer. She had a brother she’d lay down her life for. What she didn’t know was how soul-wrenching it was to lose one. I prayed she never found out.

“We’ll get answers,” Phoebe said. “I promise.”

I gave her a slight smile. “Damn right. But if the blood-sucker in the other room thinks I believe a word he says, he lost his mind in the change.”

Phoebe’s eyebrows rose. “The blood-sucker?”

Raising an eyebrow of my own, I tilted my head. “Since when do you stick up for David?”

“I don’t. But he was important to you once and vice versa. Don’t you think it’s at least possible he told Allcot about being a double agent because he’s trying to protect you?” She tapped her fingers on the table. “Think about it. If his boss found out he’d been hiding that information, David would be dead and so would you. This way he can claim loyalty to Allcot while controlling the information he passes to him.”

“You really believe that?”

“What I believe isn’t as important as what you believe. But I do think it’s possible.”

“So I should give him the benefit of the doubt?” Skeptical didn’t even begin to describe my tone. I didn’t for a minute believe David had any loyalty to me or any reason at all to worry about my safety. If he cared, where the hell had he been? And to claim he was only protecting me? Right. Going double agent and working two powerful entities against each other was a surefire way to end up shackled to a boulder at the bottom of the Mississippi. Not that it would kill him now that he had changed. But it would hurt. A lot.

“A good agent considers all angles,” Phoebe reasoned.

“Whatever. I still can’t trust him.” I stifled a yawn.

“Go get some rest. I’ll clean up.”

“Thanks, but I won’t be able to sleep with him awake.”

Phoebe retreated into the heart of the kitchen, pulled a bag out of the freezer, and then reached for a grinder above the refrigerator. “If you’re going to keep vamp hours, you’re going to need a little stimulation.”

I grinned, spotting the Fated Cupcake logo on the package of Mocha in Motion, a blend of coffee and cocoa beans infused with natural energy magic. Guaranteed to keep me awake for hours, the stuff was better than speed and not at all addictive. It was one of my more brilliant creations.

A few minutes later, with an on-the-go cup in one hand and my phone in the other, I found David in the living room. “Let’s go.”

He looked up from a battered book. “Where?”

I grabbed my keys. “Work.”