To Dance with the Devil (The Blood Singer Novels) (26 page)

I nodded. “The mage on duty disappeared. At first I thought he might be responsible for the protections being down and for what happened to Isaac, but I’m not so sure now.”

John’s gaze intensified. “Why not?”

“You said they’d need to kill someone to disrupt the protections. Who better than the mage who’s supposed to be checking them every day and doing the renewal spells?”

He looked a little sick. “That makes sense … but the only way someone could pass for the duty mage, even for a little while, is if he was a spawn.”

Ah, yes, spawn, the child of a demon by a human. There weren’t a lot of them, so far as anyone knew, but it was hard to be certain. Most of them could shape-shift to look like anyone, and they lived much, much longer than normal humans. They weren’t immortal, but they were very hard to kill. Fortunately, for the most part, they were subject to the same weaknesses as all demons: holy water, holy artifacts, and the like.

My eyes locked with John’s. I barely spoke above a whisper. “Nobody sprayed me with holy water at the Needle and there wasn’t a single artifact to be seen. I’ve gone through tighter security at Birchwoods.”

Now he looked horrified. “That’s not right. I consulted with the architects on the magical parts of the design. I know what the procedures are supposed to be.”

“Well, I don’t know what they’re supposed to be. I can only tell you what I ran into when I was there yesterday, and I wasn’t impressed.”

I brought a spoonful of soup to my mouth. It had cooled to the perfect temperature. As the food hit my stomach, I felt a tension inside of me ease. I hadn’t realized how hard I’d been clamping down on my inner bat. I’d just done it. Now that I was away from the immediate crisis, and eating, my control loosened just a fraction.

Letting go even that little bit was a huge mistake. Quick as a snap of the fingers, my vision shifted to hyperfocus. I became very aware of the scent of John’s flesh, the strong, steady beat of the pulse in his neck.

“Celia?”

“Ssssorry.” I closed my eyes; it helped not to look. But I could hear his heartbeat speed up—and the smell of him … God, it was wonderful. I
wanted.
The need to hunt made my entire body ache.

“Celia, I’m going to go get you some beef juices. Can you hold on while I do that?”

“Yessss.”

I kept my eyes closed, taking deep, slow breaths. My hands clutched the edge of the table. From a distance, I could feel the brushed steel of the tabletop giving, bending. It made a soft groaning sound. Or maybe that was me.

I smelled John as he returned—his skin, his cologne, the fabric softener on his clothes. I also smelled what he carried. Meat juices. There was the clink of metal against metal as he set a large pitcher in front of me, then slowly backed away.

He didn’t leave the cafeteria. He stood, out of my reach, between me and the rest of the patrons. They had no idea what was going on, but he did. I knew what was in his mind. He was waiting to see. He thought I could regain control of myself. He was almost sure of it. But if I went feral, he’d shoot me. If he had to, he’d stake me, kill me. He didn’t want to. It would kill a piece of him to do it. But he would. If he could. If I made him.

I breathed deeply, taking in the scent of the juices. Grabbing the pitcher in both hands, I raised it to my lips, gulping down the contents, feeling the bat in me recede with every swallow. I groaned in pure pleasure as tears of mingled grief and relief streamed from my eyes.

We didn’t go back upstairs. Instead, John led me out to the rental car he’d picked up at the airport. He called Gilda and explained what had happened. She told him she would be fine, to take me home. So he did.

25

I
didn’t lose
control. Ten points to me. John stuck with me the whole time, on the drive to the strip where he’d left his plane, on the flight back to Santa Maria, and on the drive home. He was by my side, a strong, calming influence, not judging but making sure that I wouldn’t hurt anyone else if I lost control. Ten bazillion points to him.

He left me, reluctantly, at the door to my house. “Are you
sure
you’ll be all right?”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ll eat again, then I’ll get some rest. You don’t need to worry.”

He might not need to, but he’d do it anyway. He might even park outside and watch the house, just to make sure I didn’t sneak out to hunt.

Whatever. That was his choice, and his business. I just needed some time alone. So I told him good-bye on the doorstep, then went in, shutting the door gently but firmly behind me.

Minnie came to greet me. She stared at me intently. I knew that look from when she’d been our office cat. It meant,
Where have you been? My cat box is filthy and disgusting.
I was pleased that I could tell the difference between that and the only marginally different glare that meant,
You do realize that my food was supposed to be served two point eight minutes ago?

I checked anyway, just to be sure. Minnie’s plate was empty. Her box was full. I remedied both situations, in that order. Then I took a shower, fixed myself some chicken broth, put some watered-down mashed potatoes and gravy through the blender and sucked them down, then went to bed.

I woke up at nine thirty. My mouth tasted dry and furry, in part because I’d been snoring and the cat had apparently shed on my pillow. Gargh.

I got up, brushed my teeth, and grabbed the phone. I tried calling Bruno, but it went straight to voice mail. Dawna, however, answered on the first ring.

“Celia, you’re home.”

Ah, caller ID, lets everyone know where you’re calling from. “I called to see if everybody’s gotten to the safe house, and if Bubba’s given his statement to the police.”

“They did and he has. He called me after, said it went as well as those things can go. Fred called. His attorney has the lease ready. And while I don’t mean to be a party pooper, how are you planning on paying the rent? We’ve got money in the bank, but we’re blowing through it like water.”

Dawna was right. We were spending like mad, hiring staff, insuring them, buying weapons and spell disks, and more. But I wasn’t worried. “Just keep track of expenditures. Michelle Andrews is actually the last living member of the Garza clan. All the profits from all of the patents they own are hers outright. I don’t think we need to worry about the bill.”

“You’re sure?”

“Trust me.”

I heard her give a snort of what might have been laughter. “Fine, whatever. I saw on the news about Isaac being hurt out at the Needle. They made a big deal about him being medivaced out, but they didn’t really give a lot of solid information. Is he going to be okay?”

I sighed. “I don’t know. It was bad, but the doctors at UCLA were pretty encouraging. I’m going to call and check again first thing in the morning. By the way, can you pick me up around eight o’clock? I’m stuck here without a vehicle.”

“Make it nine. I’m going to see Fred’s attorney at eight to sign the lease and drop off the first check.”

“Nine it is.”

I tried Bruno again. This time he answered on the first ring. “Hi, honey, I’m home.”

He snorted—well, at least I was amusing my friends tonight. “Good. I was worried. I heard about Isaac from John. He told me what you think we’re up against.”

“We?”

He sighed. “Sweetheart, it’s Connor freaking Finn. And it’s mage business. Those protections need to be restored
now.
Please don’t tell me you’re going to get all territorial about this.”

“No, of course not.” I totally wasn’t. In fact, it was kind of a relief knowing that Bruno and John were going to be involved. I might not want either of them on staff, but as backup? Oh, hell, yeah. Was that wrong of me? Maybe. But it’s how I felt. “Any word on my knives or the ring?”

“Almost finished. There were some seriously nasty curses on them, took awhile to untangle. But it’ll be after midnight before I finish and I’ll probably just fall into bed after. Would it be all right if I don’t come over tonight?”

“You’re wearing yourself out doing something nice for me. It’d be pretty crappy of me to complain about you needing to rest. Stay home. Get some sleep. That’s all I plan to do. It’s been a rough day.”

“Sounds like a plan.” He sounded weary. “I love you, Celie.”

“I love you too. See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” he agreed.

I slept like a dead thing and, thankfully, Minnie didn’t get me up at the crack of dawn. Of course, she might have tried and I might just have slept through it. I was really tired—tired enough that I didn’t dream at all.

It was hard to drag my butt out of bed to get ready, but I did it, feeding the cat and calling to get my messages and check on Isaac before having breakfast. Bruno had called. My stuff was ready. He’d get it to me this morning.

I did an internal cheer as I headed into the bathroom to shower and get ready. I was getting my stuff back, clean and ready to use.
Woot!

I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit when Dawna pulled up to my front gate and pressed the intercom button at nine o’clock sharp.

“I’ll be right out,” I announced and went to pull on my sneakers. I was wearing pale blue jeans and a white polo shirt. I’d left my best blazer in Rizzoli’s truck with a bunch of my weapons. It was annoying but unavoidable. I have a couple of different backup jackets, but none that I like as well. Still, since I didn’t have any business meetings planned for the day, I decided to go with a denim jacket that I’d had altered, adding loops for stakes and inside pockets that I used for spell disks and One-Shot brand holy water guns. The backup holster that fit in the small of my back wasn’t quite as comfy as my usual, but it was adequate, as were my third-best wrist sheaths. I slathered on some sunscreen, grabbed my floppy hat, and went out to face the world.

Dawna was waiting in das Humvee. Given everything that had happened in the last few days, I was glad to see that she’d brought the tank, even though I knew she’d done it because Chris insisted. I’m not short, but I had to use the little chrome step Chris had installed on the passenger side to climb into the cab. And even with the help, it was a challenge.

“Hi, Dawna.”

“Celia.” Dawna reached across the seat to give me a huge hug. “I’ve been so worried about you. Are you all right?” Her beautiful features were drawn and there were dark circles under her eyes. More telling, she wasn’t wearing a bit of makeup and was dressed in plain white T-shirt and jeans. We almost matched. Dawna doesn’t do casual, and she never goes out without makeup. It was so unlike her that I found myself staring.

“I’m fine,” I said, which was mostly the truth. Things weren’t great. But I’d definitely been through worse. “How are you?”

“Been better,” she admitted.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t even know where to start.” She checked her mirrors, then pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. “Your knives and ring are in the backseat. I ran into Bruno at Starbucks. He was going to bring them himself, but when he found out I was headed here he asked me to deliver them. He’s got a tight schedule this morning.”

“Damn. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to see him.”

“Don’t be. I’m not sure what’s up, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that angry before. He scared me.”

I was shocked. Bruno has always liked Dawna. I couldn’t imagine him being mean to her for any reason. “What did he do?”

“Nothing. He was very quiet, very polite.” She shuddered. “It scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh.” I knew exactly what she meant. His uncle Sal could do the same thing—be utterly cordial and freaking terrifying at the same time. Still, I felt like I should defend him. “I think it really shook him up seeing what those guys did to me—and who knows what kinds of spells they put on my stuff?”

We stopped at a sign and she turned, giving me wide eyes. “I mean, I always knew he was a tough guy, and he comes from that family … but I never really felt it before.” She gave me a wide-eyed look. “You’re a brave woman.”

“You know he’s not usually like that,” I protested. “And you’d better believe that Chris can be that way if he needs to.”

She chewed lightly on one lip for a moment, then changed the subject. “Where am I taking you?”

“I need to rent another car. I left the last one at a diner in Furnace Creek.”

“I could drive you out to get it,” she offered.

“Nah.” I smiled at her. “Thanks, but we don’t have time. We need to be local in case all hell breaks loose.”

“Do you think it will?” she asked as she turned the corner and started down Oceanview.

“God, I hope not. But it’s better to be careful, just in case.”

She switched lanes, passing an old woman who was driving well below the speed limit. “That makes sense. And there really is a lot to do. First, before I forget, you need to sign some more checks. I used the last one for the lease on the safe house. Oh, and we may want to rethink the two signatures policy. When you’re out of reach, it would be really handy for me to be able to sign on my own. Anyway, payday is tomorrow, and Bubba, Kevin, and Talia will want their money. I need some, too—reimbursement for money I had to advance Kevin out of my personal account so they could set up at the safe house. You know, groceries, that sort of thing. And I’ve got to pay the premium for the insurance.

“I went with group health, life, and disability. It’s a special package that we qualify for. It’s a little pricey but definitely worth it—especially if you’re not going to stay enrolled at the university.”

Holy crap. We qualified as a
group.
I suddenly felt very grown up, very responsible, and utterly terrified. I fought down a wave of panic that rivaled anything I felt while facing down bad guys and gave Dawna what was probably a fairly sickly attempt at a smile. “Fine. Where’s the checkbook?”

“In the box with the knives.”

“How’s Michelle?”

“According to Kevin, now that they’re out in the middle of nowhere, it’s boring as hell. Just the way he likes it, he said. He is not at all sorry he missed out on the excitement at the hospital. He also suggested you might want to give Bubba a bonus, or at least cover his legal fees.”