*
I walked into the inn, sending a probing pulse through the entire building. Nothing. Gertrude Hunt failed to find anything amiss in the pipes.
I pushed. The floor, walls and ceiling moved from me, distorted, as if the solid wood and stone became fluid and I was a stone cast into a placid pond.
Nothing. This would require a deeper probe.
The inn around me turned, like the inside of an enormous clock coming to life. I moved the two Hiru and Wing onto the lawn outside of the inn but still inside their own small rooms. Maud, Helen, Sean and Arland stood in the corner of the front room, next to Caldenia who sat in her chair by the window.
“Do not move,” I said.
Orro emerged from the kitchen. “How can I be expected to cook without water…”
He saw my face and fell silent.
I concentrated. Pulse, another pulse… Whatever they put into the water or sewer, I would find it. It wouldn’t hurt the inn. I stretched, reaching deep into the pipes. Where is it?
“What is she doing?” Arland asked.
“Diagnostics,” my sister said.
“Why is the inn connected to the city water line?” Sean asked quietly.
“Because it would be suspicious if it didn’t draw some water,” Maud said. “The city provides only a small fraction of the inn’s water supply but the meter has to show progress every month. The void field would’ve stopped anything the Draziri threw in there, but she had to drop it to save Marais.”
“Mrak counted on it,” Sean said. “Marais was bait.”
“Yes,” Arland agreed.
I couldn’t find it. Mrak’s smug face popped up in my memory. Oh no. No, you don’t.
My broom split into a thousand glowing blue tendrils. They wrapped around my hand and plunged into the floor, forging a direct link between me and the inn. My hands reached through its roots. My eyes looked through its windows. I became Gertrude Hunt.
Sean was staring at me. I knew my eyes were turning bright turquoise, matching the glow of my broom as I sifted through every liquid-filled square inch inside the pipes. The house creaked and groaned around me. Where is it?
Helen made a small noise and stuck her face into Maud’s clothes.
“Shhh, my flower,” my sister whispered. “Don’t worry. Let your aunt work.”
Where is it?
The entire house twisted, trying to turn itself inside out to open to my inspection. Magic pulsed from me, again and again, rolling to the deepest reaches, to the smallest roots.
It touched something deep underneath within the water line. Something tiny. Something that soaked up my magic. I concentrated on the minuscule spark. It felt so much like the inn itself, it was moving right past all of Gertrude Hunt’s defenses and it was growing, a tiny thread searching for the sun and warmth.
I sealed the section of the pipe, cutting it off at both ends with plastic. The thread slipped through it, as if the solid barrier wasn’t there.
Magic.
If I used the void field to stop it, it would only delay the inevitable. Maybe I could jettison it once I found a way to contain it.
I followed it, tracing it. I could barely sense it. It blended so well into the very fabric of the inn, if I hadn’t sunk everything into looking for it, I would’ve never known it was there.
Kitchen.
I pulled the broom back into its normal shape and moved into the kitchen doorway. Maud followed me.
A flower grew out of the kitchen sink, its purple stem supporting a giant blossom four feet across. Waves of petals, shimmering with delicate pink and gold, wrapped its core, which was only the size of a basketball. Parachute-like protrusions, like dandelion fuzz, thrust from the core, their feathery ends glowing gently with beautiful crimson. I’d never seen anything like it.
“Londar Len Teles,” Arland whispered next to me.
My sister raised her eyebrows. “World killer?”
“Don’t move,” Arland warned, his voice an urgent whisper. “If you move, it will launch spores, sting you, and grow from your bodies.”
I held perfectly still.
“Hold still, flower,” Maud said without turning her head. “If you move, we all die.”
“Don’t raise your voice,” Arland said, his lips barely moving. “It reacts to any sign of life, movement, sound, heat, change in air composition. It’s a hunter. Are there any more?”
“No. This is the only one.”
The soft feathers of the parachutes trembled slightly, turning toward us.
“Can you contain it?” Maud asked.
“It passed through solid plastic,” I whispered.
“You can’t stop it,” Arland whispered. “It’s impervious to fire, acid, energy weapons, and a vacuum. It will pass through whatever barrier you can summon, because it becomes flesh only when it meets its prey. If you send it to another world, you’ll doom that world to extinction. It will kill and grow and kill again, until it’s the only thing alive on that planet.”