Influential Magic (4 page)

Link.
I took flight, descending to the street and landing at his side. “It’s okay, bud. I’m fine.”

He licked my hand in acceptance, his yellow wolf eyes watching me.

“Come on.” He followed me to Phoebe’s car and climbed in. He’d be safe from animal control while I spoke with her.

A second later, I rejoined her on the roof. “What will the cleanup crew do with him?” I gestured to David, trying not to look at his stone-pale face. A face of death.

“Take him in for questioning and lock him up if they can.” Phoebe peered over the edge of the roof, keeping a lookout for the backup team.

“But he didn’t do anything.” I sat, exhausted. “It’s not his fault vampires affect me the way they do. He doesn’t even know what he did to me. How could he?”

“You’re telling me he didn’t notice the agony he was putting you through?” The expression on her face resembled the one my mom had perfected during my teenage years.

“I don’t think he was focused on my well-being, considering you were threatening him with sunlight.”

“It doesn’t matter. He hurt you.”

I wondered if she was referring to the night’s activity or the emotional turmoil I’d suffered after the breakup.

Phoebe turned with hardened eyes. “And he’s wanted for questioning on another case.”

“What case?” I snapped my head up as my mind whirled. “Wait. You knew David had been turned?”

Phoebe nodded, glancing away.

“When?” I breathed.

“I don’t know. His profile came up early this week as a vampire of interest.” She took my hand and squeezed softly. “Sorry. I was going to tell you. I didn’t get a chance.”

“Do you think…? I mean, he must have been turned against his will, right?” I couldn’t imagine he’d asked for such a thing. He wasn’t the type.

“We’ll find out.” She pulled me to my feet, then handed me the car keys. “Take Link and go on home. I’ve got it from here.”

I fluttered, more than ready to take flight. “You sure?”

Phoebe nodded as sirens filled the air, signaling the arrival of the cleanup crew.

“Okay, but don’t forget to get to the bottom of whatever he was trying to tell me, all right?”

“You got it.”

***

Link, back in his Shih Tzu form, bolted through the door of the Greek Revival townhouse Phoebe and I shared. The instant my feet hit the glossy, wide-planked, oak-wood floors, every tense muscle began to relax.

Home. Finally.

I tugged my suitcase up the narrow flight of stairs as Link yelped from the edge of the landing. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold on.”

He spun in circles, unable to contain himself as I pushed my bedroom door open. The pungent odor of stale old house mixed with the fresh, woody scent from the enchanted oak tree. I took a deep breath, reveling in it. My room took up half the entire second floor, and by the state of things, Phoebe hadn’t even cracked a window while I’d been gone.

Too exhausted to care about the dead leaves on the floor, I disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later I reemerged, fluttering up to the bed tucked between the limbs of the old oak. The makeshift elevator designed for Link sprang to life, the old-fashioned pulley system creaking and groaning with his weight. I’d oil it tomorrow, along with the other million things I needed to get caught up on. The bed shifted as Link curled up into a ball next to me. I rested my hand on his soft coat and closed my eyes.

Sleep. I longed for the blissful oblivion. The airplane alone had been enough to take the life out of me. But running into David and then finding out he’d turned vamp was too much.

My eyes filled and hot tears leaked between my closed lids, soaking my pillow. The door I’d slammed shut on our broken relationship had swung wide open, and the pain I hadn’t let myself experience after he’d broken things off came out in the form of gut-wrenching sobs as I mourned for what had been and what never would be again.

David was a vampire. Any hope I’d had about reconciliation—no matter how unrealistic—had been shattered. The realization left a gaping hole in the middle of my heart.

Link burrowed closer and placed a sympathetic paw on my forearm. I wrapped an arm around his tiny body and let the tears lull me into a fitful sleep.

***

Wood splintered, sending me bolting upright from a sound sleep as my door crashed against the wall. Heavy footsteps echoed through the room and Link suddenly shifted, crushing me under one hundred and fifty pounds of wolf weight. He snarled, hackles raised.

“Enough, Link!” Phoebe growled. “And damn it, Willow. Where the fuck is your phone?”

I squinted through the brilliant sunlight, groaning at the ache in my arms and back. Every inch of where David had held me must’ve been bruised. “Good morning to you, too.”

Phoebe snorted, pulling the dead phone out of my purse. “It would have been better if you’d managed to answer one of my phone calls.” She jammed the charger in the outlet, connecting the cell to the end of it. “Get up. You’ve been summoned.”

“Why?” I stretched, giggling when the heavy wolf shifted once again into Shih Tzu form and leaped up to lick my face.

Phoebe frowned, her face pinched in worry. “It’s about David.”

Dread curled in my stomach. “What about him? Is he all right?” I picked up Link, fluttered my wings, and landed softly in front of Phoebe.

She let out a short bark of laughter. “Yeah, he’s fine. Better than fine. The bastard cut himself one hell of a deal. Hurry, they’re waiting for us.” She spun and stalked out.

“What deal?” I cried.

Phoebe yelled back something incoherent, and a second later the front door slammed.

I stared at Link. “This is not how I planned to start my day.”

“For the last time, tell me what kind of deal David made,” I demanded.

Phoebe pulled into the narrow garage of the seemingly abandoned brick warehouse and parked. The Arcane kept their headquarters hidden. If anyone went looking for them, they’d never expect the most powerful branch of the government to be housed in the deteriorating structure one block from the Mississippi in the Irish Channel.

“No.” Phoebe shook her head. “If Maude finds out I bugged him, the shit’s gonna fly. Better it comes from her.”

I climbed out of the car. Link yelped, barely escaping without losing a paw as I slammed the door in frustration. He glared at me with accusing eyes.

“Sorry, buddy,” I cooed and picked him up, running a hand over his silky fur. He closed his mouth, his bottom teeth protruding. Clearly, I wasn’t forgiven.

I kissed the top of his head, set him down, and then fell in step with Phoebe. “How did you get the bug past security?”

She grinned. “I’ve been experimenting with a few charms while you’ve been gone.”

“You’re going to piss off the wrong person one of these days.”

“I’m not worried. Just wait until you see what I’ve worked up.”

I snorted. “You’re an awfully cocky witch. I wouldn’t underestimate Maude if I were you. Our power may be more subtle, but faeries generally rank higher on the magic scale than witches do.”

Phoebe’s mahogany eyes gleamed. “I know. That’s what I’m counting on.”

Frowning, I waited while Phoebe passed through security. What kind of crazy plan had she cooked up?

Once Phoebe was cleared, the security scanner flashed green, ready for its next victim. I took a deep breath, tensed, and forced myself into the glass booth, Link by my side. Tension engulfed me, slowly squeezing the air from my lungs. The familiar panic set in, making me struggle to not gasp.

I willed myself to calm down. It’s not like I hadn’t done this dozens of times before. Everything was going to be fine.

Right, because electrodes stripping away my layers of magic was the perfect way to start the day.

Please don’t let this machine short-circuit my brain
. I was going to need some form of intelligence, because despite Phoebe’s incessant pestering, I had yet to make it to a single defense class. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.

The security scan heightened and sucked away the last dregs of my magic. The sense of loss and vulnerability left me hollow, uncomfortable in my own skin. Why the hell did I put up with this nonsense? I didn’t need to work for the Arcane. I ran a successful bakery, a place where my magic could truly shine. I was good at it, damn it. And Maude didn’t have any control over me there. Mostly.

The glass doors opened, and I stumbled out. Link followed in a clumsy daze. The security scan had temporarily neutralized his wolf-shifting abilities. The pair of us joined Phoebe, her face white from her own trip through security.

“Let’s get this over with.” I took off, marching to the director’s office. The sooner I got out of there, the better.

The receptionist’s desk was unoccupied, and the usually closed door was slightly ajar. I hesitated for a second, then gave one sharp rap before entering.

Maude Jenkins, the director of the Void branch, glanced up, her sharp, angular features set in a scowl. Her mood matched the severe bun coiled tightly on her head and the gloomy gray pantsuit. “Agent Rhoswen, you’re late. I do not enjoy being kept waiting.”

I stiffened, hiding a scowl of my own. I’d signed on to work for the Arcane under a different director. If I’d known my spiteful aunt was in line to take over, I never would have signed the paperwork. And I sure as shit wouldn’t have committed to five years.

Two years, eleven months, and twelve days
, I reminded myself. Unless I got lucky and dear old Auntie was promoted again. Or better yet, offed by one of her many enemies.

A pang for my mother rippled through me. Maude hadn’t always been a first-class bitch. She and my mom had grown up the best of friends. When Beau and I were young, she’d visited often, winning Beau’s affection after she’d brought him a fae chemistry set, complete with beginning water spells. Then, shortly after he’d died, she’d changed. Become obsessed with the Void and turned into someone none of us recognized.

I carefully arranged my expression to match my bored tone. “I wasn’t aware I had an appointment.”

Maude’s inky black wings flared in irritation, a stark contrast to my own pale, ice-blue ones. Her eyes hardened. “Do not act as if you’re doing us a favor, agent. You are paid very well for minimal service. If I require your presence, you
will
make yourself available. Your contract sees to that.”

I swallowed the snarky reply poised on my tongue. That damned contract. Stupidly, I hadn’t realized I’d magically bound myself to the Arcane when I’d signed it. Phoebe’s voice rang in my head
. You don’t walk away from the Arcane, Willow. Think carefully before you commit.

One couldn’t break a magically bound contract. Not without dying first.

“Of course, Director.” I kept my face blank.

“Take care to remember that.” She cut her gaze to Phoebe. “Close the door, Agent Kilsen.”

Phoebe did as she was told and sat, nodding to me to settle in the adjoining chair. I hesitated, loath to show submission. The director’s eyes seared through me, the force of her will almost pressing me into the chair.

Damned fae!
I despised the use of magical persuasion, a gift especially strong in female faeries. I fought the magic just long enough to prove I could. Then, with a pointed stare, I took my seat next to Phoebe. “What can I do for you this morning, Director?”

Maude stretched her wings wider and then slowly retracted them as she eased back into her chair.

I did a mental eye roll at the display of dominance. My aunt already had the advantage. High-ranking Arcane officials weren’t subject to magical paralysis in their home offices.

The director leveled her gaze. “Effective immediately, you are suspended from agent Kilsen’s service.”

“But—”

“Recent events have rendered you a liability. Instead, you will work with a double agent, gathering intel on Cryrique.”