The Touch Of Twilight (20 page)

Our generation’s map was splayed like a banner over one full wall, the population boom of the early nineties penciled beneath the expansion in the millennium and the mid-decade rise of the city as it began to spread up as well as out.

Warren rolled up the giant sketch currently splayed across the tables and stuck it in an upright file so that Felix could deposit the pizzas on the center tables. The rest of us fell on the food like we’d chased it down ourselves. The troop pecking order was made clear in the process. First Warren, then Tekla and Micah; Gregor and Hunter were followed by Vanessa and Felix, then came me, Riddick, and Jewell, with special allowance made for Chandra due to the time she’d served with the troop. The last to come forward was the girl who’d entered with Felix, who accented her blond dreads with a nose piercing, black nail polish, and quotidian black clothing. This was presumably Kimber, our soon-to-be Libra, and I inched over to give her room next to me, but she backed away to prop herself up by the door instead.

Tekla, who was only picking at her pizza, wasted no time in getting to the point. “Chandra told us about the changeling at Master Comics. How you broke her, halting the publishing of our manuals.”

I’d figured as much, though a part of me had held out hope that I could be the one to tell them. Yet the way Tekla said it, matter-of-factly and without an ounce of anger, and the way Warren went after a third slice of pie, reassured me it could be fixed. I glanced at Chandra and smirked. “Thanks. Partner.”

She scowled back.

“She also said she was the one to steal this.” Warren roused himself enough to pull Xavier’s mask from somewhere behind him, tossing it onto the drawing table next to the now-empty boxes. Nobody moved, though a shiver jackhammered its way up my spine as the mask stared up at us, a scream captured in its throat. Which was exactly where the pizza I was swallowing caught as well. I lifted my gaze and was startled to find a maniacal glimmer of barely contained excitement alive in Warren’s. “Why didn’t you bring it, or one of the many others hanging around that house, to us sooner?”

I forced myself to take another bite and shook my head. “These masks have been hanging in Xavier’s home for years. I told Chandra that.”

“And you never connected Xavier’s peculiar love of Tibetan art with the culture that created the Tulpa?”

Surprised, I looked over at Kimber like she’d suddenly sprouted another dreadlock. “And the fuck you are is who?”

Vanessa and Riddick, closest to Kimber, both took a step back.

“Okay, okay,” Warren said, moving into the vacated space, wary eyes on me, but addressing Kimber. “It’s not something that would be readily apparent to someone new to our troop. Olivia’s had her hands full these last few months.” That was the understatement of the year. “And she’s still learning. She just needs to be more vigilant in the future.”

“Oh, I will,” I said pointedly, noting that Kimber and Chandra had almost unconsciously moved closer together.

“For now,” Tekla said, from her corner, “tell us your version of what happened when you entered Xavier’s office.”

Warren looked like he was going to object, but Tekla shot him an arch look that had his mouth snapping shut, so I told them about the music and scent and smoke roiling in the air of the attached room I’d never before seen, then of Xavier’s strange behavior, and how when we spoke afterward he’d somehow looked…smaller. “I’ve never smelled anything like that before, but Chandra said it was his soul essence being sacrificed to another.”

“She’s right. It’s what the Tulpa demands of his acolytes,” said Warren, unable to contain himself any longer. He rocked forward onto his toes, eyes on the mask that he’d barely been able to stop studying during my telling. “But now—”

“But now we need to know what you saw when you entered the office a second time,” Tekla interrupted sharply. “Alone.”

Warren stepped back with barely contained impatience, and I looked at Chandra again. If there’d even been a sparking hope that we could work together as partners, if not friends, it was gone now. She’d no doubt told them of this second visit to the office in order to cast suspicion my way, so that I again had to deflect it from my own allies. I sighed, and threw my half-eaten pizza back onto the table in disgust. “The masks littering his home made me wonder what might be housed in his giant resort. I asked Xavier to give his darling daughter a job in Valhalla so I could find out.”

“No.”

All heads turned toward Hunter, who looked like he wanted to yank the single word back out of the air, his jaw clenching reflexively as he turned to Warren. “The place is overrun with Shadows. It’s too dangerous.”

“You
work there,” I pointed out, eyes narrowing.

Calm now, he faced me again. “I’m not as visible as you are…in either of our worlds.”

I pursed my lips, wondering why he was really objecting. If there was ever a time to play the call boy card it was now, but Warren spoke up before I could pull it out of the deck, actually agreeing with me. That was enough to have Hunter’s mouth falling open and mine snapping shut.

“It’s a good idea, and a natural step for Xavier Archer’s sole heir,” he said, speaking quickly. Tekla was frowning in disapproval, but he ignored her this time. “She’ll most likely be assigned to the executive offices, and can keep an eye on upper-level management while you scout the blue collars. The more agents we can plant in the Tulpa’s den, the better our collective data will be.”

I didn’t even need to shoot Hunter a victorious look; my satisfaction could be sensed like it’d blown in on a spring wind.

“For now let’s go back to the changeling.”

The wind died in my sails. Hunter smirked.

“I did a little research after Chandra came to us with this information.” Warren pulled out the last manual drawn, one that had come out two weeks earlier, and showed Tekla bringing down hellfire in an abandoned warehouse. “You did indeed return Jasmine’s aura to her on time. You obviously meant no harm, so your motives are not in question.”

“Yet it’s a serious problem, Olivia,” Tekla said, stepping forward. Her face was drawn, and she took the manual from Warren and placed it behind her back, clearly wanting to forget its contents. “If the manuals aren’t written, the children can’t read them, in which case we don’t receive the energy generated from their imaginations. Which means eventually—”

Warren stayed a hand on her arm. “Eventually I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of this and reverse the process.”

Both Tekla and I gaped. Warren’s tendency was to overreact rather than the opposite, and though one needed only to know his family history in order to understand this, understanding didn’t make it any easier to weather his emotional storms.

I looked around to find everyone else similarly nonplussed. Even Kimber looked like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. I turned my attention back to Warren, who shrugged philosophically. “Changelings are an undeniably important piece to the supranatural system, but they’re still mortal, and thus fragile creatures.”

For once Warren was sticking up for me—first with Hunter, then with Tekla—and I was going to blow it by telling him how serious the Jasmine problem was, and how the Tulpa, through Regan, had managed to reach out and touch me in a safe zone. So I did it quickly, explaining how Li had somehow absorbed the injury. Warren’s face was more appropriately grave when I’d finished.

“Is there anything else, Olivia?” he said, vocal cords tight with control. For a fleeting moment I considered leaving out the Tulpa’s offer to work with me to find the doppelgänger. The third sign of the Zodiac was the rise of my dormant side. The Tulpa thought that meant my Shadow side, and while I knew that was bullshit, who was to say my troop didn’t believe that as well? If not, the Tulpa’s offer to work together might turn them into believers. But I’d kept information from my troop in the past, and though it’d seemed like the right thing to do at the time, the results had been disastrous.

“We had a doppelgänger in Phoenix,” Kimber said, as soon as I’d finished. “It was years ago now, I couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, but he took out almost a dozen mortals while trying to get to a particular agent before he was stopped.”

“Children too,” Jewell added grimly. “I know this story.”

“Not children,” Kimber corrected. “Embryos. In particular, their developing pink spinal cords.”

I couldn’t help myself. “What?”

“Concentrated energy,” Tekla provided.

“How’d your troop finally stop him?”

Kimber looked at Hunter. “They didn’t. He was targeting a Shadow agent. The Shadow Zodiac just handed that agent over, and afterward took in the fully realized doppelgänger as their own.”

“Oh my God,” said Vanessa.

“Wow. With friends like that…” Felix began.

“Who needs an opposing Zodiac troop.”

And if I’d ever seriously considered joining the Tulpa’s organization, the image of someone devouring another man’s quivering spinal cord would’ve cured the impulse.

“All right, then,” Warren said, after a moment, but I had a feeling he said it less for my sake than his own mounting impatience. “Let’s move on.” And he eagerly picked up the mask. “Has anyone seen one of these before?”

“I have,” Kimber said immediately, then cleared her throat and came down off her toes when Riddick groaned next to me. I smirked. “In my studies, I mean. All of my electives for the past five years have been in Tibetan myth and culture. Animism, the belief everything has a soul, is a big part of it.”

She looked at me, and I had an unreasonable urge to shoot a spitball into her dreads.
Teacher’s pet
.

“That’s right. The Tulpa is a diehard animist. Someone who believes wholeheartedly in imagined entities, and that souls inhabit ordinary objects as well as animate beings.”

I snorted. He was an imagined being who’d turned into the leader of the paranormal underworld. Of course he believed it. And that’s what mattered. His belief would spur his thoughts into actions.

“I too have seen masks like this one before, though not in texts.” Warren held the mask in both hands as he stared down into its screaming face. “They direct soul energy from the wearer and convert it into raw energy for the Tulpa. I expect he ordered Xavier to meditate, though I doubt he told him why.”

“Didn’t we destroy an entire cache of these things a decade ago?” Gregor asked, the first to step closer to the mask.

“All but one,” Warren said softly, causing Gregor’s head to jerk in surprise. “But it was plain wood, not decorated.” He looked at me, waiting for me to indicate that Xavier’s mask had been plain as well, and I nodded my reply. Eyes shining, he fought back a smile. “If I’m right, this one is special, and infinitely more powerful.”

Gregor ran a tentative finger over its shell. “I remember making a bonfire of those masks. They screamed as they burned.”

Warren nodded as the memory played itself out in his mind as well. “It was the same night we destroyed the Tulpa’s home. It was why he built Valhalla, with its guards and security and cameras studying every person who enters the place.”

I shook my head, wondering if Xavier had known what he was getting himself into when the Tulpa approached him with his offer. Selling one’s soul for money wasn’t a new concept, and even though Xavier had more cash than one man could ever spend, I remembered how he’d looked with smoke billowing from his masked face, and would have even felt sorry for the guy…if I thought he’d had a soul to begin with.

“So if this isn’t one of those, what is it?”

Now Warren smiled.

“This is a tool. An animist’s mask designed to show the wearer his greatest desires…and the means to achieving them. I believe it’s also how the Tulpa has been able to anticipate our moments, foil most of our plans, and stonewall us at every turn.”

“The one of legend?” Tekla stepped forward to stand beside him, all her previous annoyance gone.

“The same. See the stylized curve of the mouth? The mismatched brows? I studied the texts after Zoe left…” He paused, quickly addressing me. “She was a fervent student of animism—”

“As she had to be,” Tekla added, “living with the Tulpa.”

“This is where he gets his omnipotence, his seeming omnipresence,” Warren took over again, with the fervency of a zealot. “But he
isn’t
godlike. He isn’t even that powerful. He simply had the right tool.”

And the satisfied smile that swelled on his face said what he did not.
And now we have it
.

“So what are we supposed to do with it?” Vanessa asked, picking up the mask between a thumb and forefinger. Her straightforwardness made me smile. I liked her because she was quick, witty, and unerringly practical. She was also tough without sacrificing her femininity, which had gone a long way to helping me feel more comfortable in my sister’s curvaceous body. Where I’d once dared people to point out my femininity, Vanessa had never been at war with her body. It was simply hers to do with as she pleased, like her mind or her time; and while others sold, squandered, or cheapened these gifts, she owned and improved upon them, and took joy in every return on her investment. I felt more comfortable with her than any woman since my sister’s death.

“We try it on.”

“Oh, hell no.” She tossed the mask onto the table, obviously unconcerned about the spirit trapped inside. “I’m not letting my soul essence ooze out of me like air from a leaky tire.”

“It doesn’t work that way. I know this legend too,” Kimber spoke up.

Of course you do
, I thought, as she stepped forward and leaned on the table to peer into the face of the mask. “You’re already aware of its purpose, and you have a will strong enough to match the spirit buried within the wood. If your wills are opposed, the only thing that will happen is a sort of private interchange, like a song heard by someone wearing headphones. I suspect Warren wants us to try it on in order to learn the secrets it already holds, am I right?”

“Very good.” Warren inclined his head, then picked up the animist’s mask and held it out to her. “And since you’re the resident expert, we’ll start with you.”