Magic Burns

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But as long as she didn’t leave the vault, she should be okay. Nothing should force her to leave. Unless there was a fire. Was there anything flammable down there?

 

I stopped. That way lay insanity.

 

The vamp crossed the road in front of us for the fourth time. The Order’s horses had been trained to work with all sorts of creatures, but no matter how much you train a horse, it still remained a horse. They didn’t like the vampire. They didn’t buck, but they danced in place and shied.

 

“I think he’s doing it on purpose,” Derek growled under his breath.

 

“He is. He hates horses,” I told him. “Allergies.”

 

The purple vampire loped along on the right side of the street and launched itself at the telephone pole.

 

The undead climbed with a gecko’s agility to about twelve feet, took its bearings, and casually jumped down to resume its bizarre gallop. Normally it would snow in mid-June before the People let a bloodsucker out in full daylight. The sunlight blistered their skin within minutes of exposure. Unless, of course, they were smothered in a quarter-inch-thick layer of purple sunblock. I wondered what possessed him to take the risk anyway.

 

“Ghastek? What happens to the Casino during a flare?”

 

He took a few seconds before he answered. “Lockdown. The Casino grounds all vampires. All personnel are pulled in and put on high alert. The Casino is shuttered and locked. All nonemergency communication with the outside world is restricted.”

 

If the flare made all magic stronger, than the vampires, in turn, experienced a surge in power. How many necromancers would it take to keep them put? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Nor would I want to be there when the steel chains holding the bloodsuckers within their stables started snapping.

 

Ghastek drew parallel to my horse, and she tossed her head back.

 

“How much farther?” Derek asked.

 

“Patience is a virtue,” Ghastek advised.

 

“Lecturing a wolf about patience is unwise.” That was the first time Derek condescended to addressing Ghastek directly, and his face plainly showed he felt quite soiled by having to stoop so low.

 

“Should I find myself speaking to an animal for some bewildering reason, I’ll take it under advisement.”

 

“Are the two of you finished?”

 

“Quite,” Ghastek said.

 

“Nothing to finish.” Derek shrugged.

 

I sighed.

 

“Does our bickering displease you?” The vamp leaped straight up long enough to look me in the face.