CHAPTER 13
THE ALARM WENT OFF AT SIX A.M., SIGNALING THE end of night and the absence of magic. My back and sides had decided to develop an ache overnight. I rolled off the couch, feeling every knot and snarl in my muscles, pulled on my sweats, and padded downstairs to the gym. Forty minutes later I felt much better. I still didn’t know where Curran and I stood, but for now it couldn’t be helped. I still had people to kill and a Doomsday Device to find.
I made the trip to the guard desk. “Any messages for me?”
Curtis, an older dark-haired werewolf, offered me two scraps of paper. “There is also a message from the Beast Lord, Consort. It’s in your private box. You can access it from your quarters by dialing 1000.”
He called but didn’t talk to me. Chicken. “When did he call?”
“Twelve minutes past midnight.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Curtis looked uncomfortable. “He instructed us that you shouldn’t be disturbed.”
Should I be pissed off because he didn’t want to talk to me or touched because he’d thought about letting me rest? I wasn’t sure.
I glanced at the top scrap of paper. The message stated that the trackers had found Julie’s scent on the outskirts of the city. At least she hadn’t been kidnapped.
The second message had a number and a name. Roman.
I took my scraps of paper, headed upstairs, and dialed 1000. Curran’s voice filled the room. “Hey. It’s me.”
I landed in the chair. Hearing him was like coming home in a downpour and finding the lights on and the house warm. I was in so deep, I couldn’t even see the surface anymore.
“They said you’re asleep. I’m glad you’re home safe. I’m stuck in some hellhole in the Southside.
Leslie’s been running all over the city. No rhyme or reason to it. We’ll catch up to her eventually. She can’t run forever.”
And when they did, there would be a bloodbath.
“I thought about what you said. Fair enough. I do things this way because it usually works and I’ve done them this way for a long time. But I wouldn’t want it done to me.”
Ha! I’d won one.
“But we agreed that we wouldn’t do the not-talking thing and you hung up on me twice. If our agreement changed, I didn’t get the memo.”
He had me there.
“Anyway, I’m getting pretty sick of chasing the render around, so I’m going to catch her tomorrow and come home. I want to know if we’re cool. I’ll try to call you at work when I get done. Bye, baby.”
I played the message again. It didn’t say anything different.
He wanted to know if we were cool. That made two of us.
I dialed the number on the message from Roman, whoever he was. A familiar male voice answered.
“Hello?”
Ha! The volhv. “Morning.”
“You should give the staff back to me. I can come to your office and pick it up. I promise, no tricks even. Nobody will die.”
“You got that right.”
“Are you going to be a hardass about this?” he asked.
“I’ll trade you the staff for Adam Kamen.”
“No.”
“Those are my terms.”
He heaved a dramatic sigh. “We could do this like civilized people. But no, now I’ll have to go to your office and unleash plagues on things, and set things on fire, and condemn things. Nobody wants that.
Just give me the staff and we’ll call it even. I am trying not to be a bad guy here.”
As soon as the magic wave hit, I’d have to reinforce the wards, just in case. I’d taken him down, but it was mostly luck and surprise. This time he would be ready.
“An hour with Kamen, and you can have your stick back.”
“Chyort poberi, you are a stubborn woman.”
“You’re a pagan. Saying ‘Devil take you’ is a Christian curse. How does this work exactly?”
“That’s a funny thing about Christianity; when the dead God’s priests came to Europe, they made all the old gods into devils. So technically when I am saying Chyort, I’m appealing to the Black One. Anyway, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Wait. When you snagged Adam from his workshop, did you take the thing he built with you?”
Roman paused. “Hypothetically, if we had taken such a thing, it would no longer exist. It would be as if it had never been built. An urban legend.”
“So is it? A legend?” If they had gotten hold of the device, they would’ve destroyed it by now.
“Not so much.”
He hung up. Starting the day with a philosophical debate with a priest of the Embodiment of All Evil. It could only go downhill from here.
I took a shower, got dressed, got a sandwich, and went down the stairs, eating it on the way. No shapeshifters assaulted me and tried to take my food. No wolf alphas sprung any surprise attacks.
Nobody even offered me a bouquet of headless roses. The lack of drama was downright disheartening.
Outside, the sunrise split the horizon, sudden and bright, like a gush of blood from a knife wound.
Both of my vehicles were idling in the yard. The boy wonder had started my car for me and now waited by his Jeep. He wore a dark hooded sweatshirt and beat-up jeans. If you didn’t see his face and didn’t pay attention to the broad shoulders, you’d think he was just a kid, fifteen, maybe sixteen. Knowing Derek, he did it on purpose. The younger he appeared, the less his potential opponents would think of him. Except he was filling out. Another year at this rate, and he’d have to update his wardrobe.
“Thanks for starting the car.”
He grinned, a quick flash of teeth.
“Where is the bane of my existence?”
“He knows the time. I’m not his nanny.”
“What did you think of him?”
“Not much. He’s a spoiled baby.” He shrugged. “You give boudas a young male and they fall over themselves to pamper him.”
A side door opened and Ascanio emerged, followed by a familiar plump woman. She looked to be in her early fifties, with graying hair rolled into a bun, and a kind face, like a young grandmother. You half expected her to start handing out school lunches and tell you to play nice with the other kids.
She waved at us. “Kate!”
Oh crap.
I cleared my throat. “Aunt B, good morning.”
Aunt B hurried over, Ascanio in tow. “I have to go to the city. So I thought, why don’t I just catch a lift with you? We can catch up and chat.”