Biting Cold (37 page)

I
spent the first bit of the hour in my room, oiling and cleaning my blade, ensuring it was as well prepared as I could make it, and then in the training room, slinging and slicing the katana around to limber up my body and my mind.

Maybe the fight would come tonight. Maybe it would come tomorrow. Crises didn’t work on predictable timetables. If you had most of your pieces in place when the need arose, you were doing well, by my account.

I tried to clear my mind of the importance of what I had to do, the battle I had to wage. Worrying about the impact of the outcome wasn’t going to do anything but make me more afraid. More nervous.

I tried to focus on my body, my movements, the dance of the fight and the rhythm of it, just as Catcher and Ethan had taught me.

It was hard.

A knock at the door threw me off balance, and I landed a move in an ungainly position. I righted myself just as the door opened.

Malik walked in.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hello.” He closed the door behind him and walked inside. “You’re practicing?”

“I guess. More like working off nerves.”

“You can do this,” he said.

I nodded. There was much to be said for Malik’s quiet confidence, but my crisis of confidence was bigger than any one vampire.

“I know Catcher and Ethan focus on technique,” he said. “But don’t be afraid to trust your instincts. Let the sword be an extension of you, not just something you wield.”

I nodded. “I appreciate that. Got anything else?”

Malik chuckled and looked over the walls of the training room. “Most of these weapons were his, you know.”

I assumed he meant Ethan. “I didn’t,” I said, following his gaze. The paneled walls were periodically decorated with antique weapons: pikes, shields, swords, and the like.

“They are symbols of his victories. Of the battles he won and lost. Not always perfectly. Not always with rigorous technique. But always with heart.”

He looked back at me. “There are few things in the world that he loves more than this House, Merit. Possibly only one.”

At the knowing gaze in his eyes, my cheeks flushed.

“And in all the world, he entrusted one girl, one scholar, with the right to defend it.”

I knew he meant it as a compliment, but it felt like a burden. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Not pressure to win,” he said. “Pressure to
try
. Pressure to push through pain and fear and to do the thing even if you don’t want to do it. He did not trust you with this task because you guarantee him a victory; he trusts you with this task because he
believes you will give everything you have to the effort. It is the heart, Merit, not the sword, that rules the day. Remember that, and good luck.”

With that, he walked out of the training room again, leaving me dumbfounded in the middle of the room, the katana still in my hand.

Maybe Malik would hold Cadogan House for years to come; maybe he would hold it only for days more. Either way, there was little doubt he was a Master among men.

When our hour was up, we gathered together again in the Ops Room to report our progress, the advance team on the phone.

Jeff went first.

It turned out the requirements for consecrated ground weren’t as specific as you’d think. We didn’t necessarily need a church or graveyard. Although both would have been consecrated or blessed, all sorts of religions blessed all sorts of places. Community gardens were blessed by neighborhood pastors; parks with strong magnetic currents were blessed by those who believed in the power of that kind of thing.

We needed a nice, clear area for Seth to create the sigil and call Dominic. We wanted to be close enough to the House that we could retreat, if necessary, but not so close that we risked anyone who might be living or working around us.

Gabriel had recommended a spot. “Proskauer Park,” Jeff said, and we all looked down at the map he’d transmitted. “It’s about one mile from the House.”

“That looks like it’s in the middle of a neighborhood,” Ethan said.

“It was going to be, until the developers lost funding. Now it’s empty lots and empty buildings.”

“If they didn’t finish the subdivision, how does a future park do us any good?” Luc asked.

“They didn’t finish the
houses
,” Jeff said. “But they finished the park. They decided the best way to sell the lots was to create the park first. They had a priest bless it. They were pretty optimistic they’d sell the lots quickly. Fortunately for us, they didn’t, and the park is sitting there, all blessed and whatnot, but completely empty.”

“Good find,” Ethan said.

“Yeah,” Jeff agreed. “It’s pretty awesome. Like finding the Higgs boson.”

Silence.

“Aw, no physics fans here? Learn things you must,” Jeff said in his best Yoda voice.

I rolled my eyes. “So we have a place,” I said. “What’s next?”

“Goods,” Seth said, putting a canvas tote bag on the table.

“Helen was very helpful in gathering the materials,” Paige said. “There are a few extras she’s looking for now, although it might take a little more time to find them.”

“Which we don’t have a lot of,” Ethan said. “Mallory?”

“Gabriel gave me permission,” she said, “as did Baumgartner. Not that he had a lot of choice.”

“Oh?” Ethan asked.

“Gabriel made it clear the problem was ours to solve. And if we didn’t solve it, Gabriel would solve it for us. In a much messier fashion.”

Ethan grinned slyly. That was the kind of bravado he appreciated.

“Do you know what to do?” Catcher asked.

“Yes. I’ve finagled a bit of the familiar spell and tweaked the recipe. This will be a much less minor intrusion. I also wrote down
some counterspells for Catcher, just in case something goes wrong. Which it won’t. But I only have a ten-minute window. That’s how much time Gabriel’s giving me to use magic again.”

“Is that enough?” Catcher asked.

“It will be enough,” Mallory said. “I will make it enough.”

Ethan looked at me. “Are you ready?”

“As I will ever be.” I looked at Seth. “Does he have any particular weaknesses? Things I can exploit?”

“His wings are vulnerable. They’re sensitive to pain, and they’re a major source of his balance. But an injury there will likely make him even testier, and possibly harder to predict. Otherwise, his anatomy is similar to yours.”

I nodded,
katas
running through my head, when the door burst open. Malik rushed in.

Ethan stood up. “What’s wrong?”

“The radio is reporting that Dominic is terrorizing a building on the South Side. He’s set it on fire, and there are still people inside. Cops and fire squads are on their way, but they won’t be able to do much against him.”

I stood up, too, my heart pounding. “Why that building?”

“It’s a way station for crack in the area.”

“He’s playing avenger again,” Ethan said.

“Avenger without conscience,” Seth said. “And if he thinks the responders are hindering his progress, he’ll cut them down, too.”

“How do they know it’s Dominic?” I wondered.

“I am quoting here: ‘He has giant bat wings.’ ”

“That does narrow it down.” I looked at Ethan. “There’s no time for practice. If we can move quickly enough, we can get him away from the building and let the CPD calm things down.”

He nodded his agreement. “Luc, assemble the guards and have them circle the House. If this goes bad, I don’t want it rebounding
back on Cadogan. Malik, you’re in charge, although I suppose that doesn’t really need to be said since you are still Master.”

Malik and Luc nodded.

“We don’t have all the supplies we need,” Paige interjected, “not enough to guarantee accuracy.”

“We don’t have the luxury of a guarantee,” Ethan said. “Figure out a way to make do with what you have.”

She looked up at Seth, who nodded. “We’ll make it work. Summon, nullify, eradicate. That’s our plan.”

But when did such plans ever go smoothly?

We got dressed quietly. I pulled on my entire suit of leather—pants, bandeau top, jacket. It would help a bit against the night’s chill, but more important, it would also protect me against errant sword slices better than jeans or cotton could.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and made sure the bit of worry wood was still in my pocket. It might not be necessary, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt.

I touched my fingers to the Cadogan medal at my neck and took a moment of silence to remind myself why we were doing this, and the things Malik had said. That I only had to try my best.

We met downstairs, Ethan and I both quiet, greeting each other with a nod and a check to ensure the other had the right equipment. Clothing. Swords. And just in case, medals.

“You’re ready?”

I nodded, incapable of speech. Too nervous for words.

“Let’s go.”

We walked past the ballot box, and outside to the portico. The House’s front yard was full of fairies—all black clad, with the same severe features and long, dark hair.

One fairy stepped forward; I put a hand on the hilt of my sword just in case.

“There is no need for that, vampire,” he said, looking between me and Ethan. “We are not here for battle.”

“Respectfully,” Ethan said, “why are you here?”

“Tonight, you battle the one who rejected her?”

I nodded.

The fairy looked me over. Evaluating. “You will beat him?”

“I will do my best,” I promised.

The fairy nodded. “So it shall be. Tonight, if you will have us, we will guard your home. You help to rid this city of a pestilence; we help protect you and yours against any who would seek to cause harm in your absence.” He scowled. “Such acts are not honorable, but humans so rarely are.”

Ethan seemed dumbfounded by the offer. We usually had to pay the fairies to guard the House while we slept. And yet, here they were, offering to defend us gratuitously? The city was changing, but maybe not for the worse. Even if humans gathered to revile us, perhaps the supernaturals might find new friendships.

Ethan dropped his head. “We acknowledge your offer and are honored by it.”

“It is done,” the fairy said, then stepped back into line with his colleagues. Half of them marched outside the gate. The other half dispersed inside the fence, a fairy every few feet, creating a shield against whomever—or whatever—might seek to injure the House while we were gone.

I drove Ethan, Seth, and Paige to the park. Catcher arranged to meet us there with Mallory and Jeff.

My grandfather—at my demand—stayed home to keep an ear on the scanner and coordinate what he could with the CPD.

Along the way, Ethan told Malik of the fairies’ offer. A good idea, lest Malik should suddenly think the House was under attack by a completely new enemy. The ride was otherwise silent. I was nervous, my hands gripping the steering wheel like the car might suddenly dive off the road if I didn’t.

Of course, with Dominic on the loose, I suppose stranger things had happened.

Jeff’s description of the neighborhood had been right on. It looked not unlike other run-down areas in Chicago. Empty lots, strewn with trash. Boarded buildings. There were few signs of life.
FOR SALE
markers offering the development’s lots appeared at the edges of the street, and abandoned equipment stood near unfinished concrete foundations.

And just as Jeff had found, a metal arch announced that Proskauer Park was open for play. Tonight, it simply looked abandoned. Brightly colored equipment sat empty. Swings, their chains tangled together, creaked ominously in the dark. The cherry red paint on picnic tables that had probably never held lunches was beginning to peel. A carved wooden sign that held the park’s rules seemed pointedly irrelevant with no children to mind them.

“Is it just me,” Paige asked, “or is this place creepy?”

“It’s not just you,” Seth said.

Car doors opened and closed. Catcher, Jeff, and Mallory walked toward us.

“There’s an overgrown baseball diamond over there,” Jeff said. “Good spot. Empty, flat ground.”

Ethan nodded. “Then let’s get this started and done.”

We moved to the diamond at a quick jog. Catcher flipped on the lights at a pole on the edge of the field.

As they began to glow, Seth, Paige, and Jeff walked into center field and wasted no time preparing the sigil. Seth pulled a bottle of
black granules from the pocket of his cassock. The bottle was clear, and the contents looked like ground charcoal.

“What is that?” I asked.

He uncapped the top and walked in a straight line, sprinkling the powder on the ground as he moved. “They call it witch’s flame.”

Paige leaned toward me. “They call it that, but it’s actually household cleaners in granular form. Margot helped me mix it.”

“That woman is a wonder with a spoon,” I said.

Apparently satisfied with the line he’d drawn, Seth stopped, turned thirty degrees, and started walking and pouring again, then joined the first two lines with a third, making a triangle, ten feet across at the base.

Seth stepped outside the triangle. “Witch’s flame combusts, creates a nice little long-lasting flame that won’t burn the grass below it. It will give us a little time to work.”

He looked at all of us. “Dominic’s sigil contains four symbols. This was the first. When I finish drawing the next two, I will stop and give you a warning. When the last sigil is drawn, I’ll formally call him, and Dominic should appear almost instantaneously. You’ll want to be ready to go.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Seth.”

He nodded, then began to draw.

Ethan slid an arm around my waist. “You know what to do?”

“Yes. As much as anyone does.”

“You’ll be careful?”

I smiled a little. “Would you allow otherwise?”

“No.”

I couldn’t help it. The conviction in those two simple letters made me laugh aloud.

Ethan leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Unstoppable force,” he
said. “Immovable object. Choose the one you want to be, and do it. You are a vampire of great power, Merit. Prove it to us, to the city of Chicago, to the Houses. Prove it now.”