Skin Game
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 Jim Butcher

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At that, the Sidhe blinked. They looked at Mab.
Mab stared ahead. Id seen statues that indicated their desires more strongly.
They got out.
I waited until the elevator doors closed behind them, flicked a finger, and muttered, Hexus, unleashing a minor effort of will as I did. Mortal wizards and technology dont blend. Just being in proximity to a wizard actively using magic is enough to blow out a lot of electronics. When a wizard is actually trying to blow out tech, not much is safe.
The elevators control panel let out a shower of sparks and went dark. The lightbulbs went out with little pops, along with the emergency lights, and the elevators interior was suddenly plunged into darkness lit only by a bit of daylight seeping in beneath the door.
Are you out of your mind? I demanded of Mab.
Quietly.
There was just enough light to show me the glitter of her eyes as she turned them to me.
I am not going to help that dick, I snarled.
You will perform precisely as instructed.
I will not, I said. I know how he works. Whatever hes doing, its nothing but bad news. People are going to get hurtand Im not going to be a part of that. Im not going to help him.
It is obvious to me that you did not listen to me very carefully, Mab said.
It is obvious to me that you just dont get it, I replied. There are things you just dont do, Mab. Helping a monster like that get what he wants is one of them.
Even if refusing costs you your life? she asked.
I sighed. Have you even been paying attention, the past couple of years? Do you have any doubt that I would rather die than become part of something like that?
Her teeth made a white gleam in the dark. And yet, here you are.
Do you really want to push this? I asked. Do you want to lose your shiny new Knight already?
Hardly a loss if he will not fulfill a simple command, Mab said.
Ill fulfill commands. Ive done it before.
In your own inept way, yes, Mab said.
Just not this one.
You will do precisely as instructed, Mab said. She took a very small step closer to me. Or there will be consequences.
I swallowed.
The last Knight to anger Mab had wound up begging me to end his life. The poor bastard had been grateful.
What consequences? I asked.
The parasite, Mab said. When it kills you and emerges, it will seek out everyone you know. Everyone you love. And it will utterly destroy themstarting with one child in particular.
Gooseflesh erupted along my arms.She was talking about Maggie. My daughter.
Shes out of this, I said in a whisper. Shes protected.
Not from this, Mab said, her tone remote. Not from a being created of your own essence, just as she is. Your death will bring a deadly creature into the world, my Knightone who knows all that you know of your allies. Lovers. Family.
No, it wont, I said. Ill go back to the island. Ill instruct Alfred to imprison it the moment it breaks free.
Mabs smile turned genuine. It was considerably scarier than her glare. Oh, sweet child. She shook her head. What makes you think I shall allow you to return?
I clenched my fists along with my teeth. You . . . you bitch.
Mab slapped me.
Okay, that doesnt convey what happened very well. Her arm moved. Her palm hit my left cheekbone, and an instant later the right side of my skull smashed into the elevator door. My head bounced off it like a Ping-Pong ball, my legs went rubbery, and I got a really, really good look at the marble tile floor of the elevator. The metal rang like a gong, and was still reverberating a couple of minutes later, when I slowly sat up. Or maybe that was just me.
I welcome your suggestions, questions, thoughts, and arguments, my Knight, Mab said in a calm voice. She moved one foot, gracefully, and rested the tip of her high heel against my throat. She put a very little bit of her weight behind it, and it hurt like hell. But I am Mab, mortal. It is not your place to judge me. Do you understand?
I couldnt talk, with her heel nudging my voice box. I jerked my head in a short nod.
Defy me if you will, she said. I cannot prevent you from doing soif you are willing to pay the price for it.
And with that, she removed her foot from my throat.
I sat up and rubbed at it. This is not a smart way to maintain a good professional relationship with me, I croaked.
Do I seem stupid to you, my Knight? she asked. Think.
I eyed her. Mabs voice was perfectly calm. After what Id said to her, the defiance Id offered her, I hadnt expected that. She had never been shy about showing her outrage when she felt it had been earned. This perfect poise was . . . not out of character, precisely, but I had expected a good deal more intensity than she was displaying. My defiance endangered her plans, and that never left her in a good mood.
Unless . . .
I closed my eyes and ran back through her words in my head.
Your precise instructions, I said slowly, were to go with Nicodemus and help him until such time as he completed his objective.