Vicki Pettersson - The Touch of Twilight

What was yin without yang? he liked to say. How could you know good without knowing evil?

Even as the Shadows continually sought to upset that balance, Warren held us to a higher standard of responsibility. Our power, he claimed, made us accountable.

But something in this conversation had him abandoning this long-held stance. I’d told him of the Tulpa’s initial threat to kill me weeks ago, and we hadn’t gone on the offensive then. I glanced around the table to find varying expressions of surprise and wonder…and also sniffed out a burgeoning skein of excitement.

But I tended to be a bit more cautious when it came to Warren’s motives. Sure, he could just be looking out for the good of the troop, but what if that wasn’t all? What if he secretly agreed with the Tulpa and thought the third sign of the Zodiac was the rise of my Shadow side? Because if that was Warren’s real fear, he’d never say it out loud. He’d just give orders and expect them to be followed.

Like he did now.

“So this is how we’re going to play it. We break up into pairs. I don’t want anyone out there alone. Felix and Jewell are a logical duo as they can canvass the party circuit most thoroughly. Vanessa and Hunter will join forces…a reporter and a security guard aren’t necessarily the most natural match, but sometimes there’s no accounting for taste.”

“Thanks a lot,” Hunter mumbled, and Vanessa leaned over and gave him a playful peck on the cheek. I felt no jealousy at that, just a wave of relief at not being his partner. I didn’t need the additional distraction.

“Micah and Tekla should make a handsome older couple, though we’ll have to find a different occupational cover for you,” he said directly to Tekla. “A physician wouldn’t likely find himself in accord with a psychic.”

“You mean the opposite, I’m sure,” Tekla said, tone imperious.

“Ouch.” But Micah slung a big arm around her diminutive shoulder, and lightly squeezed. If they made an odd couple, I thought, it wasn’t because of their vocations, but their sizes.

“I’ll pair up with Riddick since he’s working on his self-control…” A snicker rose, and I hid my own smile behind my glass. Riddick had gone after the Shadow’s Capricorn in full mortal view, causing a ten-car pileup on the 15, which took a cleanup crew half a day to set up as a semi driver’s loss of control. But at least he’d taken some heat off me for a while. It was nice not being the only troop member to get busted for overreaching.

“So I get Gregor,” I said, and tapped Gregor’s fist with my own-and he only had one; his other arm had been cleaved off above the elbow.

“Nope. Gregor needs to be available to us all. He can use his cab to ferry us to drop points, as we’ll be spreading out to canvass the city.” He nodded, addressing Gregor directly. “But I don’t want Gregor alone either, so I’m going to bring in Kimber.”

Kimber was an initiate I hadn’t yet met, but I ignored that. My stomach did a steep pitch and roll as I realized who that left. “Wait, wait. That means-”

“Don’t argue with me on this, Olivia,” Warren said, holding up a hand even.

“But then how will you know how very wrong you are?” I said, though it was only for form’s sake. He’d already made up his mind. I thought of Chandra, the only one left in our troop, even though she wasn’t a full-fledged star sign. I thought of how she hated me, how I didn’t much care for her either…and how our pairing would be like mixing oil with water.

“It’s not wrong. You were both born under the Sagittarius sign. You’re on the same side. You want the same things.”

Which was precisely the problem. Chandra had been raised believing she would be the next Archer in our Zodiac. She’d only had a year left until her metamorphosis when I arrived on the scene; unexpected, uninvited, and the Kairos to boot. Naturally she hated me.

“I’d be happy to pair up with Chandra,” Vanessa said, and I whipped around to stare at her. “Or Olivia. It doesn’t matter.”

“No, Warren’s right.” Tekla was unmoved as my mouth fell open. Shaking her head, she said, “It’s time these two put their childish games behind them and started working together. You’re both a part of this team.”

I noted she didn’t say troop -she couldn’t, because as long as I was alive, Chandra would never be a true troop member, but it was clear she wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was I.

“What about the doppelgänger?” Hunter asked pointedly. It, she, was still on all our minds.

Warren acknowledged it with a nod. “We have an advantage there. Because we now know of the breaches, we can triangulate them and find out exactly where she’s based on the flip side. Next time she breaks through, we’ll be waiting.”

“To do what, exactly?” Felix asked, breath recovered.

Warren and Tekla looked at each other again. “We’ll work on that.”

“But one thing is sure,” she added, so seriously we all fell still. “She has to be stopped, for all our sakes.”

After a spooky moment where we all silently pondered that, we ordered another round. Then we spent the rest of the evening hashing out details-how we’d smoke the Tulpa out, how we’d target any establishment with the Archer name on it, and what we’d do once we were confronted with the Tulpa himself. We sat there until our table was littered with empty glasses, until the graveyard waitresses had gone home, bleary-eyed, and the day-shift girl appeared, less interested in why our motley group was still drinking at five in the morning than if she was going to get a tip. The splitting dawn found us all crammed, knees to chins, in Gregor’s cab as he ferried us to the Neon Boneyard, a yard filled with dilapidated signage that also served as cover for our sanctuary. We crossed the alternate reality, crashing through a brick wall that immediately congealed behind us, then left the cab in the middle of the yard and hoofed it to the chute tunneling to our subterranean sanctuary. Before I got there, however, Warren cornered me privately.

“You need to put last night’s loss aside,” he said so bluntly it made me wince. It was as if I’d been gingerly fingering the memory of Vincent’s death, and he’d come along and ripped off the scab. I didn’t look at him as I ran my hand along the rim of a giant fiberglass coin. It’d once spilled from a neon slot machine high above one of Vegas’s first bars. Warren stilled the movement by putting his hand over mine, but I didn’t look up. “I know the Tulpa wants you to believe Vincent’s death was your fault, that you could’ve prevented it if you’d gotten there faster or acquiesced to his will, but you weren’t and you couldn’t. And that guilt you’re carrying around can be scented a mile away.”

“Again?” I thought I’d been hiding it well. He nodded, and I sighed. “He told me there’d be a war if I didn’t join him. This was the first victim.”

“We’re already at war, Joanna.” Warren’s use of my real name startled me into looking at him. It always surprised me to see him like this, clear-eyed and serious, probably because he’d been manic and verging on the psychotic when I first met him. I still wasn’t sure the crazy bum persona was entirely an act. “He murders mortals because he enjoys it, and he toys with them first because he knows it’ll affect us. It’s always been that way. We can’t save them all. We simply have to prioritize, and you come first.”

I sighed, knowing he was right, but hating the gross randomness of it all. Someone was waking this morning, showering and dressing as they always did, and might end up dead by day’s end because some powerful, immoral being willed it. I had a hard time being at all objective about that. Maybe because I’d once been that person.