“I will handle the distribution chain.” Something had changed in Darius’s eyes. Something I couldn’t identify. Tingles of nervousness wormed through me, a reaction that made me edgy because I didn’t know why it was happening. “I needed you to bring this to fruition, Reagan. Thank you.”
I tore my eyes away, trying desperately to assess. I didn’t feel like I was in danger. The opposite, in fact, which didn’t make any sense, given the situation. Any at all. Darius was ambitious, and he’d just found a meal ticket. Worse, I was vulnerable—completely drained of strength. His vampire blood was doing wonders for my clarity, but not helping so much with my tired body.
“Did Margaret know about you—” I flinched when Darius ran, a blur of movement, leaving me alone with Tamara. He disappeared through the side door.
“Margaret is a clueless old hag,” Tamara said as I stared after Darius. “We can ditch the vampire. He’d just complicate things.”
“Tamara, seriously. Let it go.”
She spat at me.
“Really?” I moved away. “What about your husband?”
“What about him? He’s a fool. Making him do as I said was child’s play.”
“So he knew.”
“About this? No way. He’d want to assume control. He was always trying to tear me down. He resents me for my power.”
“Sounds like a really healthy marriage.”
Dizzy hustled out of the side of the church with a harried expression, followed closely by Darius. “There are plenty of garments out here that you can use. I understand that you don’t feel the cold, but have some decency around the women!”
“I will not wear secondhand clothing.” Darius motioned Dizzy in our direction. “I need the human freed.”
I stood, and all the blood rushed to my head. I swayed, trying to get my bearings. A large hand covered my shoulder, steadying me.
“I’m good.” I shrugged Darius off.
“I haven’t much time before dawn,” he said quietly, too close. I hadn’t completely recovered from the whole bloodsucking incident. “I must leave you here.”
“I will bring the fire down on your head if you take my mark, Darius. I found her, I caught her—she’s mine.”
“Here. Get ready to catch her. She’ll probably run.” Dizzy dropped his mouth to his open palm, where he’d gathered a pile of powder.
I tried to shove Darius out of the way. He didn’t budge.
Tamara fell forward, reaching out to catch herself on Dizzy. He contorted his body and dodged away, letting her fall flat on her face.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I muttered with a smile. “Funny, though.”
Darius bent and scooped her up easily. He draped her over his shoulder, shot me a look that may or may not have been apologetic, and took off.
I clapped my hands together, feeling a surge of heat boil through my body as I readied for hellfire. Gritting my teeth, I aimed, and then staggered forward and let my hands fall. The door swung shut behind him.
“It wouldn’t have helped my payday to destroy my mark,” I said in explanation as I fell to my knees. It sounded like a cop-out, even to me. I let my head hang, panting in fatigue as the fire bubbled inside me.
“Killing that vampire would be a sure way to end your life,” Dizzy said, crouching beside me. “He has powerful friends.”
“Anyone with powerful friends also has powerful enemies.”
“Looks like he just made one. C’mon, let’s get out of here. You can come to our house. I’ll cook you something, then we can drink whiskey while Callie curses me for the mess I made.” Dizzy grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. “After you heal, you can burn his house to the ground.”
“You probably shouldn’t hand me revenge ideas, Dizzy. I’m liable to follow through.”
“I know. I do like Darius, but it’d serve him right. He must know that you handed him that mark by saving his life.” He tsked. “It amazes me she got as far as she did. She wasn’t very bright. Or skilled.”
“She said that she slipped under the radar. Being grossly underestimated can mess with people, but it can also hide them. In her case, it did both. Her coven didn’t even suspect her! That’s amazing to me. Although she did have a bigger whack job across the street.” I wiped my hair out of my face. “I wonder where she got those books. I should’ve asked. I bet that was step one. The…boost in magic and energy was step two. From there, amassing a bunch of idiots.”
Dizzy guided me through the door to the side room, probably wondering if I would fall on my face. The zombie bodies lay where I’d left them, definitely dead. Callie stood in front of the closed closet door, staring at the woodgrain.
“Someone has locked herself in the closet and we can’t get her out.” Dizzy headed that way.
“She’s powerful, that mage. Told you.” When we got to Callie, I sighed and slumped to the ground next to her, peering at her opened satchel. Unlike mine, which was a mess of casings, hers was an orderly combination of casings and raw ingredients. “I used my magic to eat through before. I could do it again, but I’d probably pass out.”
“Oh.” Callie looked down at me. “You’re done with your powwow with the vampire?”
“Yes. He stole my mark and ran out the door.”
Callie huffed. “Figures. They only care about—”
“Themselves. Yes, I know. You mentioned it a time or two.”
She huffed again and bent down to root through her bag. “How old was that witch?”
“She’s a mage, hon.” Dizzy dropped his bag to the ground and opened it, looking at the ingredient side. He extracted a pouch and squeezed it open. A foul smell drifted toward me.
“Until she knows how to work powerful magic properly, she is a witch.” Callie grabbed out an herb of some kind and handed it off to Dizzy.
“We are trying to discourage against that form of elitism,” Dizzy said. “That’s what created this situation in the first place.”
“Well then, come up with a different name for it. A mage is trained, plain and simple.”
“Leave her in there. Let’s go,” I said.
“I most certainly will not!” Callie grabbed something else out of her bag and crushed it in her fist. “Any non-trained magic worker who can create a spell like this”—she motioned toward the closet door—“is worth my time in guiding.”