Night Broken
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The hum rose to a hiss, and I shivered despite the heat because there was something horrible in that sound. It mutated into a howl that made my bones vibrate like wind chimes. The sound stopped abruptly, but I could feel the air pressure build up as if we were in an airplane climbing too rapidly.
Then she left. He sounded like the man whod first come into the garage, almost human. Sad. But that didnt last. She left me, when I swore that would never happen again. Swore that never, once I finally found her, would I let her leave me.
Thats not a choice you get to make, said Adam. You are scaring her, and you need to leave her alone. I and my pack are sworn to defend her from danger. You dont want to put yourself in my path, Flores.
I tremble, Guayota said, smiling, his teeth white in the red heat of his mouth. See?
A low, groaning noise rumbled through the garage, and the floor rocked beneath me, making me stumble awkwardly to keep my feet. The cement floor cracked, and I could hear a crash of epic proportion as the earthquake sent one of the lighter-weight racks in the office area over in a crash of miscellaneous VW parts.
Guayota laughed and didnt sound even vaguely human this time. We all tremble witnessing the might of the Alpha of werewolves. There was a popping sound, and steam escaped from one of the fissures in his back. Red glop dropped from his half-open mouth like slobber, but slobber didnt hit cement and score it.
Adam scooped up the wasserboxer engine Id just put together and threw it. The wasserboxer engine is a lot heavier than the old Beetle engine had been, and he threw it more at bowling-ball speed than baseball.
Guayota rose on his hind legs to meet the engine when it hit, and this time it only pushed him back two or three feet, and he stayed upright and in control of the slide. Like my gun and the mop handle, the engine sank into him and stuck there, metal glowing.
Then I felt a wave of fae magic, and the engine became a shining silver skin that flowed swiftly over whatever Flores had become and covered him entirely before he had a chance to move.
Zee? I asked, coughing as the acrid smoke of the garage finally became too strong to ignore. I kept my eye on Guayota, but the fae-struck aluminum of the engine block seemed to be capable of staying solid around a creature who had melted hardened steel. The metal flexed a bit before settling into a motionless shape approximately the size of the creature Guayota had become. Within the shiny skin, Guayota made no sound. My science background wasnt all that strong, but I was pretty sure the only thing keeping the aluminum from melting was fae magic.
Nope, just me, Tad called, his voice a little strained. Nice throw, Adam.
Thanks, Adam said, sounding a little breathless himself.
Tad walked out from behind Adamand he looked a little odd. The stick-out ears that had always given him an almost-comical appearance were now pointed, the bones of his face subtly rearranged to beauty as real and as human as Adams. His eyes were not human at all: polished silver with a cats-eye pupil of purple. He was a little taller than usual, a little buffer, a little more graceful, and a lot scarier. I wasnt used to thinking of Tad as being scary.
I opened my mouth to thank them both but all I did was cough. I trotted to the garage controls to raise the garage-bay doors to let the smoke out and some fresh air in. Adam grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall and started putting out fires. Both Adam and I were choking on the foul smoke, but Tad seemed to be unaffected by it.
As the adrenaline faded, pain took over. Id evidently hit my right knee on something, and my cheek felt like it was, figuratively I hoped, on fire. Despite my fears, my hip was fine, just a bit achy. There was a hole burned through my jeans and underwear, but the skin beneath looked okay. The burns on my arm, hand, and collarbone hurt like fiends.
Sirens sounded in the distance, either police summoned by Adam or the fire department summoned by someone who saw all the smoke.
I put my hands on my hips, standing just outside to stay out of the smoke. You guys better have some explanation for coming in just when Im about to wipe the floor with him and stealing my victory.
Adam smiled, but his eyes were dark as he finished putting out the last fire. He set the fire extinguisher on the floor and stalked over to me. Complain, complain, thats all I get. Arent you the least bit happy to see me?
I stepped into his arms, turning my head so the wine-dark silk shirt he wore pressed against my unhurt cheek and twisting so only the unburnt part of my collarbone touched him.
I thought this was it, I confessed in a whisper, and his arms tightened on me until I had to tap on his arm. Too tight, too tight, too tight better.
How long can you hold him? Adam asked Tad, though his arms didnt slacken.
Longer than you can hold her, Tad said dryly. He quit strugglingprobably lack of air. I could keep this up for an hour or two. If he fights like he was before, then a half hour, maybe a bit more. Aluminum is easier than steel. What are we going to do with him?
Jails not an option, Adam said. Ill call Branbut I expect were not going to have a choice but to call on the fae.
Tad grunted unenthusiastically. If someone told them Im not as powerless as most of us halfies, they would want me to join them. Maybe someone can contact my dad, and he can take credit for this. There was a metallic sound as if hed tossed something at the metal prison hed created from my nice wasserboxer engine.
Hey, Mercy? Did you know there is a finger in the backseat of this Passat? Tad asked.
I broke free of Adam and went into the garage to check out the Passat as I started to add up the damage. Id need to get another wasserboxer engine to replace the one that melted. The Beetle engine had been no loss but the Passat was going to need some bodywork.
The finger had melted all the way through the roof, through the lining, and dropped onto the off-white leather, where it left a small puddle of blood and black ash. It looked like anyone elses finger.
He pulled off his finger and threw it at me, I told Tad. Do you know of any fae that pull off body parts and throw them at people?
I think there are some German folktales about disembodied heads, he said doubtfully. And then theres always Thing on The Addams Family. He opened the back door of the car and touched the finger. Its not moving.
I hugged myself and fought the urge to giggle. Thank the good Lord for small favors.
Adam moved Tad gently aside and used a hanky to pick up the finger and bring it to his nose.
I dont smell magic as well as you do, Mercy, he said, setting it back on the seat. But this finger smells human, not fae.
Human fingers dont
Tad interrupted me. Hejerked his head around until he faced his metal sculpture and made a pained sound. He staggered off balance, and Adam caught his elbow to steady him.
Sweat broke out on Tads brow, and he said, in a guttural tone, Watch out. Something is wrong.
The whole building shook again. There was a thunderous crash as a transmission fell off the top shelf of a Gorilla Rack. Adam grabbed my hand and held on to me. It was the hand Id burned, but I just grabbed him back. Some things are more desperate than pain.
It lasted less than a second, and it left the cement floor of my shop buckled, car parts and boxes of car parts strewn all over. The high-pitched wail of the office smoke detector went off. It went off with some frequency when I showered too long, or someone cooked bacon in the microwave, but it had ignored all the smoke and fires in the garage. Apparently, it had decided that enough was enough.
Adam dropped his hold on Tad and me, grabbed his ears, and snarled. I knew exactly how he feltand I knew what to do. I dashed into the office, hopped onto the counter, and snagged the stool as I jumped. I set the stool on the counter and climbed on top with speed and balance hard won with practice. Reaching up to the ceiling, I popped the battery out of the alarm.
Blessed silence fell. Relative silence, broken by things that were still rolling onto the floor and the sirens that were closer now. In the parking lot, a car engine purred to life, then revved hard as someone drove off with a squeal of rubber on asphalt. I looked out the window and saw Juan Floress rental car speeding away.
Tad was swearing in German. Some of the words I recognized, but even the ones I didnt echoed my own sentiment exactly.
Stupid, he said to me, his eyes horror-struck. I am so stupid. Er war Erd und Feuer.
English, murmured Adam.
Earth and fire, said Tad without pause. Earth and fireand I trapped him and forgot what he was.
Earth.
Tad clenched his fist and pulled at something invisible with enough force that it caused his muscles to stand out on his arms. With an almost-human shriek, the aluminum that had encased Flores peeled back, revealing a cavernous hole where the cement floor of my garage had once been.
Adams head came up, and he measured the sound of the sirens. Stay here, he said, and hopped down into the hole. He was gone less than a minute before he was back.
He looked at Tad. You need to be out of here before those sirens get close. Can you change your appearance so no one will recognize you?
Tad nodded.
Change shape, then, Adam said. You understand that it wont just be the police coming here. Even the dumbest cop is going to see that there was magic afoot here. Were going to have government agents, and if they get a glimpse of what you can do, they are going to want you. You are too powerful for anyone to let you run around loose: human, shapeshifter, or fae. No one but your dad knows exactly how powerful you arelets leave it like that.
Tad changed like I dobetween one breath and the next. He was a little taller than usual and a lot handsomer. He looked clean-cut and real. I wondered if hed stolen the appearance from someone or if he practiced in front of a mirror.
Thats good, said Adam. Go.
Thank you, I told him.
He grinned, and Tads grin looked odd on the strangers face. You arent supposed to thank the fae, Mercy. Youre just lucky I like you. Then he strolled casually outside and away.
Adam pulled out his cell phone. Jim. Get rid of all copies of the feed to Mercys garage after I hit Flores with the engine. Blur or get rid of anything that shows Mercys assistant after he left when she closed up.
Got it.
He hung up the phone and looked at me. Hed seen it faster than I had. Tad was incredibly powerful to do what hed done. He was also young, and with his father locked away in Fairyland (the Ronald Wilson Reagan Fae Reservations less respectful nickname), he was vulnerable: no one but family could know what he was. I looked at the sheet of aluminum, now crumpled and torn aside. It could have been an airplane or a tank or We needed to keep him safe.
The hole goes underground out to the parking lot.
He told me his name was Guayota, I saidand thats when I saw the na**d dead man lying on the floor where a dead dog should have been.
I blinked twice, and he was still there, belly down, but his head turned to the side so I could see the single bullet hole in his forehead. My bullet hole.
Adam? I said, and my voice was a little high.
He turned his head and saw the man, too. Who is that?
I think, I said slowly, I think thats the dog I shot. I remembered that too-intelligent, ancient gaze.
I saw it on my laptop on the way over, Adam said. You shot a dog.
It wasnt a dog. I gave a half-hysterical hiccough. Theyll arrest me for murder.
No, Adam said.
Are you sure? I sounded a little more pathetic than usual. My face hurt. My garage was in ruins that would make my insurance company run to find their Acts of God not covered clause. Id killed a dog that had turned into a na**d dead guy, and someone had thrown a finger at me.
Flores essentially ate your gun, so no weapon for ballistics, Adam said. And you were attacked in your garage. He didnt say any more out loud, but I heard what he left unspoken. There wasnt a member of the local police department who hadnt seen or at least heard of the recording of what had happened to me in this garage before, if only because the imagery of Adams ripping apart the body of my assailant left a big impression.
His arms closed around me, and we both looked at the dead man. He looked like someones uncle, someones father. His body was spare and muscled in a way that looked familiar. Werewolves dont have extra fat on their bodies, either. They burn calories in the change from human to wolf and back, and they burn calories moving because a werewolf doesnt have the proper temperament to be a couch potato.
Sweetheart, Adam said, his voice a sigh as the first official car pulled into my parking lot. It was clear-cut self-defense.
I closed my eyes and leaned against him.
Hands up, said a shaky voice. Get your hands up where I can see them.
Adam let go of me and put his hands up. I turned around, stepping away from Adam so they could tell I wasnt armed. The man approaching us wasnt in uniform, but his gun was out. His eyes werent on me, all of his attention was for Adam. Of course, it didnt take a genius to figure out which one of us would be the bigger threat. If I looked like I felt, I looked tired, scared, and hurtI put my hands up anyway.