Chaos Choreography
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They would know we were still out there.
As if in a dream, I walked toward the camera, reaching up with one hand to pull my wig off. It was so sodden with blood that it felt like a dead animal in my hand. I dropped it and kept walking.
Then the red light was right in front of me, and I was looking straight into the lens. I pulled the gun from the back of my dress.
“My name is Verity Price,” I said, enunciating each word clearly and distinctly. “This is my continent. Stay the hell out.”
The sound of my gunshot was somehow softer than the sound of the lens shattering.
Silence fell.
Epilogue
“Everything changes.”
—Frances Brown
A cavern underneath Manhattan, surrounded by dragons
Two weeks later
OSANA AND CANDY WERE LOCKED deep in negotiations, the members of their respective Nests milling around them. The L.A. dragons were trying to act like they weren’t awed and speechless in William’s presence, while the Manhattan dragons were trying to act like they weren’t prepared to commit murder to protect their husband. Good times all around. I was sticking close to William, staying out of the way and observing the chaos without involving myself in matters that didn’t involve me.
“This is really okay with you?” I asked, for what must have been the tenth time.
William chuckled. “Yes,” he said, in a cultured English accent that would have sounded perfectly reasonable coming out of a human man, but was a little weird coming from a lizard the size of a Greyhound bus. “This is as it has always been for us. I was sold shortly after I was hatched, to a Nest capable of sustaining me. Our ways may seem odd to you, but I assure you, they’ve worked for a long time.”
“I believe you,” I said. I was leaning against the cavern wall, trying to look casual and hide how much the descent had taken out of me. I was still healing after my fall from the giant snake. I’d managed to crack my pelvis when I hit, in addition to leaving bruises along the length of my legs and hips. It was a good thing the rest of the season had been canceled after our little “special effects display.” There was no way I would have been able to dance.
Adrian was in a lot of trouble with the network, since we’d violated more than a few FCC rules during the fight—but the show’s ratings had been spectacular, and he was going to be all right. He was a human cockroach. He always found a way to come out ahead.
“Are you well, Miss Price?”
“As well as I’m going to get.” I closed my eyes.
Malena and Pax had gone home to their respective families, melting back into the therianthrope communities they belonged to. Pax would be fine. He could live in the water until all this blew over. I was more concerned about Malena, but she’d assured me she’d be okay, and I was choosing to believe her. She had my number if things got bad.
As for Clint . . . Alice had taken him with her when she went back to whatever dimension she called “home” in between trips, and something in her eyes had told me that I didn’t want to ask for any details about what was going to happen to him there.
I had my own problems. My parents had been understanding about my spur of the moment decision to essentially declare war on the Covenant. That didn’t mean they knew what was going to happen next. Dominic and I were in New York to make introductions between the two groups of dragons, and so we could check in with my contacts, warning them that trouble might be coming, and setting up a network for notifications in case the Covenant came looking.
My Valerie ID was well and truly blown. I hadn’t even been able to go to Lyra’s funeral, since she’d never officially met “Verity Price,” and my showing my face in public could have brought the Covenant down on my head. I’d had to leave her to be buried without me, and could only hope she was at peace. Aunt Mary hadn’t been able to find any ghosts in the theater, so there was that. Maybe Lyra had been able to move on.
Maybe.
As for Dominic . . . a hand touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes and offered him a weary smile. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know it would take this long.”
“It will take as long as it takes,” he said. “Kitty sends her regards, and has agreed to host a meeting tonight at her club. I told her we’d be there.”
“Of course we will.” I pushed myself away from the wall, only wincing a little. “This is our job.”
I’d warned the Covenant to stay out of North America, and I’d meant every word. I glanced at the sea of dragons around us, intelligent cryptids who only wanted to be allowed to live their lives in peace. Humans were a much greater danger. Humans summoned snake gods and killed their own kind. Cryptids just wanted to go a little longer without becoming extinct.
As if in a dream, I walked toward the camera, reaching up with one hand to pull my wig off. It was so sodden with blood that it felt like a dead animal in my hand. I dropped it and kept walking.
Then the red light was right in front of me, and I was looking straight into the lens. I pulled the gun from the back of my dress.
“My name is Verity Price,” I said, enunciating each word clearly and distinctly. “This is my continent. Stay the hell out.”
The sound of my gunshot was somehow softer than the sound of the lens shattering.
Silence fell.
Epilogue
“Everything changes.”
—Frances Brown
A cavern underneath Manhattan, surrounded by dragons
Two weeks later
OSANA AND CANDY WERE LOCKED deep in negotiations, the members of their respective Nests milling around them. The L.A. dragons were trying to act like they weren’t awed and speechless in William’s presence, while the Manhattan dragons were trying to act like they weren’t prepared to commit murder to protect their husband. Good times all around. I was sticking close to William, staying out of the way and observing the chaos without involving myself in matters that didn’t involve me.
“This is really okay with you?” I asked, for what must have been the tenth time.
William chuckled. “Yes,” he said, in a cultured English accent that would have sounded perfectly reasonable coming out of a human man, but was a little weird coming from a lizard the size of a Greyhound bus. “This is as it has always been for us. I was sold shortly after I was hatched, to a Nest capable of sustaining me. Our ways may seem odd to you, but I assure you, they’ve worked for a long time.”
“I believe you,” I said. I was leaning against the cavern wall, trying to look casual and hide how much the descent had taken out of me. I was still healing after my fall from the giant snake. I’d managed to crack my pelvis when I hit, in addition to leaving bruises along the length of my legs and hips. It was a good thing the rest of the season had been canceled after our little “special effects display.” There was no way I would have been able to dance.
Adrian was in a lot of trouble with the network, since we’d violated more than a few FCC rules during the fight—but the show’s ratings had been spectacular, and he was going to be all right. He was a human cockroach. He always found a way to come out ahead.
“Are you well, Miss Price?”
“As well as I’m going to get.” I closed my eyes.
Malena and Pax had gone home to their respective families, melting back into the therianthrope communities they belonged to. Pax would be fine. He could live in the water until all this blew over. I was more concerned about Malena, but she’d assured me she’d be okay, and I was choosing to believe her. She had my number if things got bad.
As for Clint . . . Alice had taken him with her when she went back to whatever dimension she called “home” in between trips, and something in her eyes had told me that I didn’t want to ask for any details about what was going to happen to him there.
I had my own problems. My parents had been understanding about my spur of the moment decision to essentially declare war on the Covenant. That didn’t mean they knew what was going to happen next. Dominic and I were in New York to make introductions between the two groups of dragons, and so we could check in with my contacts, warning them that trouble might be coming, and setting up a network for notifications in case the Covenant came looking.
My Valerie ID was well and truly blown. I hadn’t even been able to go to Lyra’s funeral, since she’d never officially met “Verity Price,” and my showing my face in public could have brought the Covenant down on my head. I’d had to leave her to be buried without me, and could only hope she was at peace. Aunt Mary hadn’t been able to find any ghosts in the theater, so there was that. Maybe Lyra had been able to move on.
Maybe.
As for Dominic . . . a hand touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes and offered him a weary smile. “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know it would take this long.”
“It will take as long as it takes,” he said. “Kitty sends her regards, and has agreed to host a meeting tonight at her club. I told her we’d be there.”
“Of course we will.” I pushed myself away from the wall, only wincing a little. “This is our job.”
I’d warned the Covenant to stay out of North America, and I’d meant every word. I glanced at the sea of dragons around us, intelligent cryptids who only wanted to be allowed to live their lives in peace. Humans were a much greater danger. Humans summoned snake gods and killed their own kind. Cryptids just wanted to go a little longer without becoming extinct.
