Devon Monk - Magic on the Storm

“I have no idea.” I didn’t feel like I had been much help at all. As a matter of fact, I might have just led us on a wild-goose chase. I needed something more. Something that was still connected to her. And the only thing I could think of was Zay.

“Stop the car, okay? I need to regroup.”

Terric found a grass and gravel stretch along the road, and Zay pulled up next to us.

I got out of the car and jogged over to Zay’s window. He rolled it down.

“Listen, I lost the trail. I need something else that Chase has touched, some other way to connect to her, and I have an idea.”

“What?”

“I want you to call her.”

Zay’s eyebrows rose. “Because?”

“I’m going to try to follow the connection.”

“Have you ever done that before?”

I wanted to say yes. Wanted to tell him I could track down people by cell phones in my sleep. “No.”

“Then we do it my way.”

“What-get out the search-and-rescue team?”

Zay ignored me. He pulled his cell out of his pocket. “You think she’s in this area?”

“This is as far as I could track her. She may not still be here. Does she have a house here? Family?”

“No, but this is the only place in Portland off the grid. It’s a good place to hide. Except she knows we know it’s a good place to hide.”

He pressed a button on his phone. I was pretty sure my phone didn’t have that button. Then he chanted, pulling the tiniest bit of magic up from five miles away, on the other side of the railroad track. And he did it like it wasn’t as hard as sucking water out of stone.

The glyphs encasing his phone rolled with silver light, then went dark.

“She’s not close,” he said.

And then his phone rang.

Zay frowned at the caller ID. “It’s Chase,” he said calmly.

“Chase,” he said.

He didn’t tip the phone so I could hear. He didn’t have to. I was a Hound. I had good ears.

“I knew they’d send you out to look for me,” she said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m safe. I know where Greyson is.”

“Are you with him? Are you hurt?”

“You don’t understand. You just believe everything they say. But it’s not true. Lies. It’s all lies. You’re on the wrong side, Zayvion. You can trust me on that. Don’t come looking for me.”

Zay’s lips pressed in a thin line. Chase sounded a little hysterical, and out of breath.

“Tell me where you are.” Zay traced a glyph in the air, drew a circle and line through it to cancel it, turned south, did the same thing, until he had drawn four spells, one at each compass point.

Chase’s voice changed, went down a little, trying for normalcy. “Don’t do it. Don’t look for me. Or him. You can’t. . I don’t want you mixed up in this. Two of us is enough. This is war, Zayvion. War.”

The connection ended and Zay put the phone in his pocket.

“Anything?” Shame asked.

“She’s on the other side of the river. Vancouver,” Zay said.

So it had been a goose chase.

“Goddamn it,” Shame said. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Can you sense her here?” Zay asked.

I shook my head. “I thought so. Nothing I’d swear on, though.”

“She’s good, Allie,” Zay said like I shouldn’t blame myself. “One of the best.”

That was what I was worried about. If she was good enough to get us out here, she’d be good enough to lead us to where she wanted us to be.

Shame stayed where he was in Zay’s car. Terric nodded to me, offering a ride again.

“We’re better than her, right?” I asked Zay.

“We are.” He hesitated. Nodded. That worried me, but I didn’t tell him so.

I got into Shame’s car next to Terric.

“How good is she, really?” I asked Terric once we were on the road and speeding to Vancouver.

“I haven’t worked with her for a couple years.” He was silent for a minute, navigating traffic. “She is very good. I’ve always thought Zayvion was better.”

“Is he?”

“He is if he doesn’t pull his punches.”

“Which means?”

Terric rubbed the side of his nose, then brushed his hair back, even though it was banded at the nape of his neck. Boy had a lot of nervous twitches. I wondered if he was always like this or if this kind of thing made him nervous.

Wondered if I should get my worry on too.

“What does that mean, Terric?”

“They used to be lovers.”

“And?”

He glanced at me, maybe glad I already knew that. “How easy do you think it would be to kill someone you’ve loved?”

A knot in the pit of my stomach clenched. Memories of Zayvion flashed through my mind, his smile, the easy sense of humor that he kept so carefully hidden under his dutiful exterior. His touch, the weight of him next to me, in me. Could I kill him if I had to? If he did something stupid like what Chase was doing?

“He doesn’t have to kill her,” I said a little doubtfully.

“Maybe not. But he might need to.” Terric shifted his grip on the steering wheel, and pushed his shoulders down as if settling an uncomfortable weight. “It is always possible when you’re a Closer.”

“To kill?”

His eyes were a darkness in the night. “To destroy the ones you love.”

Creepy. Sad. And so not what I wanted to deal with. “We’ll all be there. Enough of us to stop her and find Greyson, and what? Does the Authority have a jail?”

“There are. . places. Out of the way. Guarded. Betraying the Authority doesn’t always end in your death. There are worse punishments.”

There he went with the creepy again.

“So that’s where they’ll take Greyson. And her?”

“That’s where I’d put them.”

We were on the other side of the river now. Ever since magic had been found and piped, Vancouver had become Portland’s darker sister. Maybe it was because there were so many wells in the area, or maybe it was just geographic luck, but somehow all the light seemed to shine on Portland, while Vancouver huddled in Portland’s slick, dusky shadow.

We were following Zay. He drove like he knew exactly where she would be. Terric and I didn’t say much. Zay took the exit right on the other side of the Interstate Bridge that dropped us immediately on the other side of the river.

Fort Vancouver spread out to our right, a collection of historic buildings in brick and clapboard, with barracks and winding neighborhood-like streets, huge oak trees, and fields surrounded by split-wood fences.

Zay stopped by the brick three-story buildings down in Officers Row. It was late. There were no lights on, no one out on the street. Zay killed the engine and got out of the car, striding, then bolting into a run, heading between two of the big brick houses. I couldn’t see where he was running, but I felt his heartbeat, kicking strong against my wrist. I felt his emotions, grim determination with the heady thrill of the hunt. Shame was out of the car too, not running.

He walked a short distance from the cars, turned on his heels, spinning so he faced the cars while he walked across the street. He had a lit cigarette, and held it in his mouth, the cherry glow of it marking his place in the shadows.

He motioned with one hand for us to get out of the car.

“This is it,” Terric said. “Ready?”

“Always.”

He didn’t give me flak, just got out, paused as if scenting the air, then headed to the left of where Zayvion had gone, breaking into a jog.

Shame waited until I was next to him. He hitched his hands forward, which drew the sleeves of his jacket off his wrists, and flicked an Illusion over the two cars so that they faded from casual observation.

He grunted, and swayed, his heartbeat under my wrist missing a beat, then pounding hard to make it up. I reached over and caught his elbow. He was shaking.