Magic Shifts
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“What he said,” the female lawyer with glasses said. “So does this mean we’re done here?”
“You’re done when you get me that body,” Ghastek snapped.
The lawyers collectively groaned.
Nick rode off into the night.
“If a djinn possesses a knight of the Order, we’re screwed,” I told Luther. “Look what he did with a merc.”
Luther pondered the body below for a long moment, punched the air, kicked it a few times, and threw his helmet on the ground.
Sometimes being a law-abiding citizen really sucked. I went to the Jeep to wake Julie up. I’d had my fill of Atlanta for one night.
Chapter 17
“WE ARE NOT going to tell him about the giant,” I told Julie.
The sun was rising and the morning promised to be lovely. I had given Curran my word that I would not attack a giant, and I’d broken it. I didn’t want to fight with him now. I didn’t want to fight with him, period, but especially now. A week ago I would’ve said our relationship was rock solid. A lot had happened in a week and we were both really stressed-out. Today I wasn’t sure how far I could push him. I just didn’t know. I was too tired to handle it right now.
Also I needed sleep. And food. I would kill for food. And a shower. And sleep. I had to stop thinking in circles. I had briefly considered going to Cutting Edge to shower, but Curran would’ve smelled the blood on me anyway. It would take a very long soak before I managed to get it all out of my hair and off my skin, and I just wanted to go home.
I would have to tell Curran about it eventually, because we had agreed not to lie to each other and because the ifrit was a vindictive sonovabitch. I had insulted him and nuked his giant again. Well, technically Nick had, but I had played a large part in it. That meant he would likely send us a lovely surprise when he regained his magic. Too bad there was no way to tell how long that would be.
Julie opened her eyes so wide, you’d think a purple flying elephant had landed in front of us. “Are you asking me to lie?”
So when it suited her purposes, Julie had no problem bending the truth, but when I suggested it, there was shock and outrage. How exactly did that work? “No, I’m telling you not to volunteer information.”
“What if he asks me?”
“Tell him to ask me.”
“Are you and Curran going to get a divorce?” Julie asked, her voice small.
“We can’t get a divorce. We’re not married.”
“Oh God, I’ll be one of those kids.”
“One of what kids?”
“With weekend parents.”
“Julie, damn it, we are not getting a divorce . . . Why the hell are six cars parked in our driveway?”
We both stared at the completely full driveway, occupied by four Pack Jeeps; Pooki, which was Dali’s Plymouth Prowler; and a sleek-looking silver Ferrari, which was Raphael’s favorite ride.
“Something happened,” Julie said.
I parked fifty yards away, just in case, and hightailed it to the door. The door handle turned in my hand. Unlocked. I walked in, Julie at my heels.
“I want to know why nobody told me she almost died!” Andrea said.
I followed her voice and stepped into the kitchen. She sat at the table, eating handfuls of trail mix. Raphael sat next to her, stroking her back.
“I’m her best friend. I had a right to know!”
“You had a right to know?” George waved her arm. “I’m directly involved in this and nobody told me.”
“We all had a right to know,” Robert said, one hand over the phone receiver’s mouthpiece. His husband, Thomas, stood next to him, drinking coffee out of a mug with a kitten on it. Both alphas of Clan Rat were in attendance.
“She claimed the city. It’s a matter of Pack security,” Robert said, then put a hand over his free ear and went back to his phone call.
“It’s a matter of Kate and Curran,” Dali said.
Jim dragged his hand over his face. “You weren’t told because you would bicker about it all day and by the time you were done deciding, she would’ve been dead.”
“Oh please,” Desandra said. “It’s not like we’re children.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Dali told her.
The blond alpha of Clan Wolf winked at her.
Curran stood near the stove, behind everyone. Our gazes met. Relief showed in his eyes and then I saw the precise moment he realized I was covered in gore. A gold fire sheathed his irises.
“It was my decision,” Jim said. “Deal with it.”
“You’re done when you get me that body,” Ghastek snapped.
The lawyers collectively groaned.
Nick rode off into the night.
“If a djinn possesses a knight of the Order, we’re screwed,” I told Luther. “Look what he did with a merc.”
Luther pondered the body below for a long moment, punched the air, kicked it a few times, and threw his helmet on the ground.
Sometimes being a law-abiding citizen really sucked. I went to the Jeep to wake Julie up. I’d had my fill of Atlanta for one night.
Chapter 17
“WE ARE NOT going to tell him about the giant,” I told Julie.
The sun was rising and the morning promised to be lovely. I had given Curran my word that I would not attack a giant, and I’d broken it. I didn’t want to fight with him now. I didn’t want to fight with him, period, but especially now. A week ago I would’ve said our relationship was rock solid. A lot had happened in a week and we were both really stressed-out. Today I wasn’t sure how far I could push him. I just didn’t know. I was too tired to handle it right now.
Also I needed sleep. And food. I would kill for food. And a shower. And sleep. I had to stop thinking in circles. I had briefly considered going to Cutting Edge to shower, but Curran would’ve smelled the blood on me anyway. It would take a very long soak before I managed to get it all out of my hair and off my skin, and I just wanted to go home.
I would have to tell Curran about it eventually, because we had agreed not to lie to each other and because the ifrit was a vindictive sonovabitch. I had insulted him and nuked his giant again. Well, technically Nick had, but I had played a large part in it. That meant he would likely send us a lovely surprise when he regained his magic. Too bad there was no way to tell how long that would be.
Julie opened her eyes so wide, you’d think a purple flying elephant had landed in front of us. “Are you asking me to lie?”
So when it suited her purposes, Julie had no problem bending the truth, but when I suggested it, there was shock and outrage. How exactly did that work? “No, I’m telling you not to volunteer information.”
“What if he asks me?”
“Tell him to ask me.”
“Are you and Curran going to get a divorce?” Julie asked, her voice small.
“We can’t get a divorce. We’re not married.”
“Oh God, I’ll be one of those kids.”
“One of what kids?”
“With weekend parents.”
“Julie, damn it, we are not getting a divorce . . . Why the hell are six cars parked in our driveway?”
We both stared at the completely full driveway, occupied by four Pack Jeeps; Pooki, which was Dali’s Plymouth Prowler; and a sleek-looking silver Ferrari, which was Raphael’s favorite ride.
“Something happened,” Julie said.
I parked fifty yards away, just in case, and hightailed it to the door. The door handle turned in my hand. Unlocked. I walked in, Julie at my heels.
“I want to know why nobody told me she almost died!” Andrea said.
I followed her voice and stepped into the kitchen. She sat at the table, eating handfuls of trail mix. Raphael sat next to her, stroking her back.
“I’m her best friend. I had a right to know!”
“You had a right to know?” George waved her arm. “I’m directly involved in this and nobody told me.”
“We all had a right to know,” Robert said, one hand over the phone receiver’s mouthpiece. His husband, Thomas, stood next to him, drinking coffee out of a mug with a kitten on it. Both alphas of Clan Rat were in attendance.
“She claimed the city. It’s a matter of Pack security,” Robert said, then put a hand over his free ear and went back to his phone call.
“It’s a matter of Kate and Curran,” Dali said.
Jim dragged his hand over his face. “You weren’t told because you would bicker about it all day and by the time you were done deciding, she would’ve been dead.”
“Oh please,” Desandra said. “It’s not like we’re children.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Dali told her.
The blond alpha of Clan Wolf winked at her.
Curran stood near the stove, behind everyone. Our gazes met. Relief showed in his eyes and then I saw the precise moment he realized I was covered in gore. A gold fire sheathed his irises.
“It was my decision,” Jim said. “Deal with it.”
