Devon Monk - Magic on the Storm

Terric slid into the backseat. It was a little strange to have someone other than Shame back there. Since I didn’t know him very well, I distrusted him on principle. But Zay was perfectly comfortable with the man. Like he’d just had a work buddy return after a long absence.

“So who decided it’s a good idea to let Chase hunt her boyfriend?” I asked.

The muscle in Zay’s jaw clenched. Sore subject.

Terric answered. “She’s one of the best people to look for him, don’t you think?”

From how she was acting back at Maeve’s I didn’t think that was at all true. “I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that the Authority are the only people who might be able to help him.”

“Or kill him,” I said.

“That too. What is life without risk?”

“Long?”

Terric laughed, a sort of high whooping that made me-and Zayvion, much to my surprise-smile. Contagious. For all he had a serious exterior, Terric was the guy you’d want to sit next to at a funny movie, just to hear him laugh.

“So are either of you going to tell me why I can’t come on the hunt?”

“You need to be safe,” Zay repeated. Man did one-track mind like no one’s business.

“And where do you suggest my safety will be found?”

“Maeve’s.”

“You mean the place Greyson broke out of?”

“With people guarding you,” he went on over my remark. “There will be a new cage constructed for him. And if he comes to you-”

“Hold up. I’m bait?”

“Allie-”

“You have got to be kidding me. I’d be safer at home.” I didn’t say with my gargoyle because only Zay, Shame, and I knew the big lug had decided my apartment was his den, nest, quarry, whatever it was that gargoyles called home.

“No, you’ll be safer at Maeve’s,” he said.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Wow. I sounded just like Davy. Just like Jack. Spoonful of my own medicine. Yuck.

“I’m not telling you what to do,” Zay said. “This is a direct order from Maeve.”

“Oh, for fuck sake. I’m an adult. Maeve is my teacher, not my mother.”

“You have met Mrs. Flynn?” Terric said from the backseat.

Just what I needed, another smart mouth in the car.

“You have to listen to her,” Zay said. “Because she is your teacher. Until you are done training under her, she has say about where you should be in the event of magical emergencies.”

“Was that in the contract I signed? Oh, no, wait. There was no contract.”

“No, there was a test and a vow.” Zay’s voice didn’t rise, but I could tell by how hard he was gripping the steering wheel that he was not a happy man. “If you break that, you are out of the Authority.”

It had been at least two months since Zay had had to remind me of that. Still, it chafed. I hated knowing that one perceived misstep would mean my memories, and all the training I’d done, would be gone out of my head. Hells, if they wanted to, they could make me forget who I was. Take away everything.

If I kept training, if I gave in this time, I knew I would become strong enough that they’d never be able to mess with my memories.

The soft moth-wing flutter tickled the backs of my eyes. I actually rubbed my eyes trying to make it go away until I remembered it wasn’t some kind of weird muscle twitch. It was my dad, in my head, reminding me that he was there.

We could be so much , he whispered. So powerful together. Life and death. Light and darkness. And all magic will be ours.

The only thing worse than my dad being in my head was him getting all creepy and poetical on me. I ignored him.

Zay had taken us down the twists of Terrwilliger Boulevard, and we were now headed into town, toward I-5 North.

“Where are Shame and Chase?” I asked.

“Hunting,” Zay answered.

“No, I mean where? Which part of town do you think Greyson’s in? You don’t think he made it across the bridge to Portland, do you? Do you think he could have made it downtown to Chapman Square?”

“He’s a Necromorph. He doesn’t have to use just his feet to get around.”

“So he could be in Chapman Square?”

Zay’s nostrils flared. “Why?”

“Someone opened a gate in the park, closed it, and crushed the spell so all traces of it would disintegrate within a half an hour. I thought I caught Greyson’s scent. It was faint. I don’t think he’s still there, if he ever was, but something happened there. Maybe around the same time he escaped.”

Both men were dead silent. I tried not to look smug, because frankly, I was more aggravated than smug.

“I’m taking you to Maeve’s. Then we’ll look,” Zayvion said.

“And I’m just going to wait at Maeve’s for days until you find him?”

“Allie, don’t,” Zay warned.

“Listen, when Greyson was on the street before, you said people in the Authority were looking for him for months. Who found him?”

Nothing.

“Me,” I said. “I found him.”

“No, he found you,” Zay said.

“Okay. He found me. So why not let me go out and find him this time? Let me be the hunter instead of the bait.”

Terric spoke. “Taking you to Maeve’s is a form of hunting. We’re setting the trap, and he’ll come for you.”

Unlike Shame, who always stuck his head between Zay and me, Terric lounged, one arm over the back of the seat, half tucked against the corner of the door, his leg stretched out on the seat in front of him.

“He’s not going to come for me there,” I said. “Not at Maeve’s. Not where there are magic users and the well, and the cage he just escaped. He might eventually be desperate enough to break back into his prison to get me. How long will that take? Weeks?”

Neither man said anything.

“He’s not stupid,” I added.

Still the silence.

“He remembers being in the Authority. He remembered my father, remembered how to used Blood magic and Death magic, and even bound Tomi and used her to cast those spells for him to hurt Davy and open those damn gates, and whatever the hell else he did. He is nowhere dumb enough to walk back into the place he escaped. Not even to get me.”

Terric made a little huh sound.

Zay just looked angry. “What do you expect us to do?” It came out with enough volume, I knew he was pissed. Long fuse didn’t mean the man never blew. “Do you want us to stand you out on a street corner with a sign?”

My shoulders tightened and I swallowed the need to yell back. Instead, I let a little silence soften the space between us, mostly so I could act calm. “Yes. I think something like that is a good idea. But we could be a little more subtle about it.”

“An ambush?” Terric mused. “It has merit.”

“No,” Zay said.

“I won’t be safe at Maeve’s,” I said for the millionth time. “Not really. It would just stall his attack.”

“No,” he said again.

I didn’t say anything. Neither did Terric.

I watched the city roll by and did my own share of controlling my urge to yell. Dad pushed at the backs of my eyes, not hard, but enough to annoy. Like I’d let down my guard now.

“I will do this, Zay,” I said. “If not today with you, Terric, Shame, and Chase, then sometime later, on my own. I’ll hunt him down. I’ll face him. I’ll make him pay for what he’s done. Do I think I’d be stronger with you there? Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I’m not plenty strong enough on my own.”

“She’s right,” Terric said. “Let it go.”

Zay, that remarkable man, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. With it, he seemed to exhale his anger. It was probably one of the most amazing things I’d seen him do, and I’d seen him do a lot of amazing things. I sucked at letting go of anger. Maybe all that Zen training of his gave him a better control over his emotions.