Chapter Eight
Before the Shift and the start of magic waves, a person's power could be readily judged by the kind of car they drove, by the clothes they wore, and the company they kept. In post-Shift Atlanta visual clues were still proved true in some cases, but not nearly often enough. A bum in tattered jeans and ragged cloak could walk out into the crowded street, raise his arms, and the sky would tear open and weep a rain of lightning and hail the size of coconuts, leveling everything in a three mile radius.
That's why post-Shift Atlanta evolved a new concept: a show of power. It was a decisive, showy demonstration of abilities and power, designed to intimidate.
When I woke up in the morning, a pair of grey jeans, grey T-shirt, and grey leather jacket waited for me, folded on top of a grey cloak edged with fur. Grey was the Pack color. I was going to put on a show for the Guild and this was my costume for it. I put the clothes on, added my boots, my saber in the back leather sheath, my throwing knives, and my wristguards filled with silver needles. I braided my hair away from my face and examined myself in the mirror. I was broadcasting badass loud and clear. Normally I stayed away from clothes like that. The less attention I drew when I worked, the better. Today was different.
I marched into the bathroom, where Curran was brushing his teeth. His blond eyebrows crept up. "That's your Council meeting outfit from now on."
I laughed. "Cloak or no cloak?"
"Definitely cloak," he said.
I tried the cloak on in front of the mirror.
Curran came up behind me and nuzzled my neck.
"Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?"
"Mmm, a challenge." He nipped the skin on the back of my neck, sending electric aftershocks down through me. Some men got excited by white lace and a translucent negligee. My love muffin got excited by a woman dressed to murder. There was probably something deeply twisted about that. Lucky for me, negligees were never my thing.
He kissed me again. "You're finally getting the hang of this whole badass thing."
"I was always badass."
"No, you thought were badass and talked a lot of crap." He wrapped his arms around me.
Aha. "Let me go."
"You have time." He kissed my neck again. Every nerve in my body came to attention.
"No, I don't. I have people waiting." I pulled free from him and kissed him back. He pulled me close, locking me in with his arms. Mmm, Curran. I really didn't want to leave.
"Come on."
"No. Have to go."
"It won't take long."
"Who would that be fun for, exactly? Your seducing techniques need work." I untangled myself and escaped, before he thought of something else to say to change my mind.
It took me ten minutes to stop by the medical ward.
Roderick's collar has faded to lemon yellow. The skin around it had turned bright red, inflamed. It hurt just to look at it. I crouched by him. "How are you doing?"
"I'm okay, thank you."
"Does it hurt to eat?"
"A little," he said.
"I'm going to see someone today to figure out how to take that thing off."
He just looked at me with his big eyes. Deep down, he must've been scared. His sister died. His parents were gone. But he held it all inside and he wasn't about to let me in.
Before I left, Doolittle drew me aside. His face was bleak. "You must hurry."
"I'll do my best," I told him.
When I walked into the morning light, ten Pack vehicles waited for me. The crews of the vehicles stood in front of them wearing identical grey. Jim stood to the side, surveying the troops. I approached him.
"Satisfied, Consort?"
"How long are you going to be pissed off?" I asked him. We both kept our voices low.
He stared straight ahead.
"Jim, we had a verbal disagreement. I was an ass, but you withheld information. The way you're acting, you'd think I got some guys to jump you and work you over until you woke up with bites on your legs and bruises all over your body."
"It's different now, because we're both Pack. I've told you I was sorry about that. Are you going to keep dragging it out every time?"
"It was a shitty thing to do."
He locked his teeth, making his jaw muscles bulge.
I sighed and started toward the cars. "Suit yourself."
"I always do," he called out.
I turned around and flipped him off.
He glared at me.
I kept walking.
"Kate!" he called out.
I turned.
"Eduardo is your second. You need to talk to him. He wants you to practice something."
I nodded.
"Kate!"
I turned around.
Jim approached me. "Do you need me to watch your back for this Guild thing?"
"I got it. Thanks," I said.
"Any time."
I went in search of Eduardo. Jim was an ornery bastard, but he did have my back. At least he wasn't mad anymore. I would probably have to make a peace offering all the same. The werejaguars were difficult creatures.
I'd have to get Dali to help me pick a gift. That way there would be no misunderstandings.