Shadowfever
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For a split second the entire club was silent, frozen.
Then sound and motion resumed with the tinkle of crystal as the wineglass the dreamy-eyed guy had been tossing hit the floor and shattered.
Three stools down, the tall, gaunt thing made a choking sound and his deck of cards sprayed the air, raining down on the counter, my lap, the floor.
Ha, I thought, got you, dreamy-eyes. He was a player in all this. But who was he and which team was he playing for?
So, who are you really, dreamy-eyed guy? And why do you keep popping up?
Is that how you see me? In another life, would you take me to the prom? Home to meet the parents? Kiss me good night on the stoop?
I said, Stay close, Barrons growled behind me. And dont talk about the bloody Book in this bloody place. Move your ass, Ms. Lane, now. He took my arm and pulled me from the stool.
Cards spilled from my lap as I stood up. One had slipped inside the fur collar of my coat. I removed it and began to toss it away but at the last moment stopped and looked at it.
The fear dorcha had been shuffling a tarot deck. The card I held was framed in crimson and black. In the center, a Hunter flew over a city at night. The coast was a dark border for the silver sheen of the ocean in the distance. On the Hunters back, between great, dark flapping wings, was a woman with a soft tousle of curls blowing around her face. Between strands of hair, I could see her mouth. She was laughing.
It was the scene from my dream the other night. How could I be holding a tarot card with one of my dreams on it?
What was on the rest of the cards?
I glanced down at the floor. Near my feet was the Five of Pentacles. A shadowy woman stood on a sidewalk, peering through the window of a pub, watching a blond woman inside who was sitting at a booth, laughing with her friends. Me watching Alina.
On Strength, a woman sat cross-legged in a church, naked, staring at the altar as if praying for absolution. Me after the rape.
The Five of Cups showed a woman who looked startlingly like Fiona, standing in BB&B, crying. In the background I could seeI bent and peered closera pair of my high heels? And my iPod!
On the Sun were two young women sprawled in bikinisone lime green, the other hot pinksoaking up the rays.
There was the Death card, a hooded grim reaper, scythe in hand, standing over a bloody body, female again. Me and Malluc.
There was one with an empty baby carriage abandoned near a pile of clothing and jewelry. One of those parchment-like husks the Shades left behind protruded from the carriage.
I ran my hands through my hair, pushing it back as I stared down.
Prophecies, beautiful girl. Come in all shapes and sizes.
I glanced up at the dreamy-eyed guy, but he was no longer there. I looked to my right. Mr. Tall, Pin-striped, and Gaunt was also gone.
On the bar, beside a freshly filled shot and a Guinness, another tarot card hadbeen placed with care, facedown, black-and-silver side up.
Now or never, Ms. Lane. I dont have all night.
I tossed back the shot and chased it, then picked up the card and slipped it into my pocket for later.
Barrons steered me to a chrome staircase that was guarded at the bottom by the same two men that had escorted me to the top floor to see Ryodan the last time I was here. They were enormous, dressed in black pants and T-shirts, with heavily muscled bodies and dozens of scars on their hands and arms. Both carried snub-nosed automatics. Both had faces that drew the eye but, the moment you saw them, made you want to look away.
As we approached, they swung their weapons toward me.
What the fuck is she doing here?
Get over it, Lor, Barrons said. When I say jump, you say how high.
The one that wasnt Lor laughed, and Lor slammed him in the gut with the butt of his gun. It was like hitting steel. The guy didnt even flinch.
The fuck I jump. In your dreams. Laugh again, Fade, and youll be eating your balls for breakfast. Bitch, Lor spat in my general direction. But he didnt look at me, he looked at Barrons, and I think thats what pushed me over the edge.
I glanced between the two guards. Fade stared straight ahead. Lor glared at Barrons. I stepped away from Barrons and walked directly in front of them. Their gazes never wavered. It was as if I didnt exist. I had no doubt I could stand there and do a dance, naked, and theyd still stare at anything but me.
I grew up in the Deep South, in the heart of the Bible Belt, where there are still a few men who refuse to look at a woman that isnt a relative. If a woman is with a man they need to speak withwhether its her daddy, boyfriend, or husbandtheyll look at the man the entire time. If the woman asks a question and they bother answering at all, they direct their reply to the man. They even turn to the side a little, as if catching a glimpse of her in their periphery might condemn them to eternal damnation. The first time it happened to me, I was fifteen, and dumbfounded. I kept asking question after question, trying to get old man Hatfield to look my way. Id begun to feel invisible. Finally Id moved to stand right in front of him. Hed stomped off in the middle of a sentence.
Daddy had tried to explain to me that the old man considered it a kind of respect he was paying. That it was a courtesy given to the man the woman belonged to. I hadnt been able to get past the words the man the woman belonged to. It was a property thing, pure and simple, and apparently Lorwho, according to Barrons, didnt even know what century it waswas still living in a time when women had been owned. I hadnt forgotten his comment about Kasteo, who hadnt spoken in more than a thousand years. How old were these men? When, how, where had they lived?