Devon Monk - Magic on the Storm

“Could you tell who it was?” Flat, even. He knew how to keep his emotions in check when he wanted to. Wasn’t that a surprise?

“Dane Lannister.”

Shame frowned. “Seriously?”

I nodded.

“Huh.”

“Do you know why he would do that? Couldn’t he have told Kevin he wanted the disks?”

Shame took a deep breath, let it out. “I don’t know. There are always things going on in the Authority that I don’t know about. I haven’t heard. . No, I haven’t heard that Sedra wanted the disks.”

He stopped at a light, tapped his fingers on the wheel. “Could be a last-minute thing. Don’t know why they wouldn’t have clued Kevin in. But Violet. Yeah, they might not have wanted her to know. Still, force is usually a last resort.”

I snorted. “You people are always throwing magic around. What do you mean, force is a last resort?”

“Us people? You’re a part of us too. And it is. A last resort. They used magic?”

“The spells were. . collapsed. Tangled. Crushed.”

Shame pressed his head back into the seat of the car, straight-arming the wheel. “I am so going to ask for a raise. This job blows balls. You want me to take us to Mum’s place instead? We can get some answers. Find out what the cool kids are doing.”

We were just a couple blocks from the hospital.

“No. I want to see Violet.” And if she was awake, I planned to ask her a few questions. Like if she had been making a move on the Authority, trying to strong-arm them into something and holding the disks as collateral. She was smart and she was strong. It would not surprise me to find out the business associates who were angry with her over releasing the data on the disks were actually members of the Authority, maybe even Sedra herself.

And the way Kevin felt for Violet, the love he would not admit to, might just be enough to make him take her side. Might be enough to make him fight Sedra’s bodyguard for her.

Love did strange things to people. Left them weak, made them stronger than ever before, or destroyed them.

Shame drove into the parking structure and wound his way up the concrete ramps until he found an open space.

“You coming in with me?” I asked.

He lit the cigarette and sucked down the smoke. “I’m not letting you go in alone.”

I stopped, my hand on the door handle. “Why?”

“That’s the way it is.”

“Talk, Flynn.” I wanted to know whom he was working for, or spying for. His mother? Jingo Jingo?

“I owe Zay. For letting you down. For letting him down. I should have known. Seen it coming. Chase is such a bitch.” He opened the door and blew the smoke out in a thin stream.

Oh.

“Yeah, well, we all could have done something differently. But we didn’t. Now we go forward,” I said, “ ’ cause looking back won’t fix anything. Stay here-it won’t take me long to check on Violet.”

“Wrong. Chase and Greyson are still loose. Still on the hunt. Still looking for you.”

“They got Zay. They don’t want me.” But as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew it was not true. Greyson wanted my dad, the rest of him that was still inside me. What they did to Zay just got him out of the way so they could do what they really wanted.

“Holy shit,” I said. “They attacked Zay because they want to get to me.”

“I swear, you are denser than lead,” Shame muttered. “Of course they wanted him out of the way to get to you. And they wanted him out of the way because he is the guardian of the gates. The one and only magic user who can use light and dark magic to break the barrier between life and death. Knocking him out means that when the gates blow open-and I’d bet my left ball they’re going to-he won’t be able to close them.”

“There are other Closers,” I said. “Terric, Victor, Nikolai, and Romero, more of the Seattle crew.”

“None of them use magic like Zayvion Jones. No one does. Not even Victor. Or Terric.”

An image, a flash of Chase and Greyson casting magic together, using magic in ways I had never seen, making it go against its own laws, rolled through my mind.

“Soul Complements,” I whispered.

“What about it?”

“Chase and Greyson. That’s why they could use magic like that. That was the only thing that could hurt Zayvion.”

“Part right. Soul Complements let them screw with the laws of magic. But they threw around light and dark magic. And they could do that because Greyson is a Necromorph-half alive, half dead. Whatever he did to Chase so she could do it too-his own Soul Complement. .” He blew out smoke again. “It makes me wonder how much that bloodsucker would burn in sunlight. He’s using a hell of a lot of dark magic.”

“No. Greyson didn’t use magic. He had to use Tomi to cast Blood magic for him.”

“And now he has Chase to act as his hands. Happily ever after, evil-style, in their evil little hovel with the evil little picket fence around the evil little garden of poisonous weeds and dead bugs. Evil cookies, evil nooky-not that I have anything against those last two.” He got out of the car and I did too.

“Don’t you take anything seriously?”

“No,” he lied. “It makes me interesting.” He started off toward the elevator that would take us to ground level.

Elevator. Great.

But before I closed the door, I leaned back in the car. “You be a good boy, Stone,” I said. “Sleep. Okay?”

Stone cooed but didn’t move one granite muscle.

I shut the door. And strode across the parking structure of gray, gray, gray, my boots cuffing a loud rhythm against the concrete ceiling.

Shame waited by the elevator, hood up, his shoulders hunched, his hands in his pockets, the discarded cigarette sending up a tendril of smoke at his feet. He didn’t face the elevator doors. He faced me. Good to know he was keeping an eye out for trouble.

Just as I stopped next to him, the doors opened with a horror-sweet ding.

“After you,” he said.

Okay, I could do this. I’d done it plenty times before. “Are there stairs?”

“Fuck stairs,” he said. “Too slow. And too damn much work.”

I gritted my teeth. Couldn’t get my feet to move.

“Need a push?” he asked.

“No.”

A hand slammed into my shoulder and a body followed it. I stumbled into the elevator. “What the hell?”

“Your phobia was saying no, no, but your feet were saying yes.”

He stabbed the button and stood in the corner nearest the doors, facing me.

“If you ever listen to my feet again, I will end you, Flynn.”

He glanced at me, grinned. “Ooh. You’re kinda hot when you’re angry. I suddenly see why Jones likes to make you mad and then tumble you on the mats.”

“Don’t. Just don’t. Or they’ll have to scrape you up off this floor with a dustpan.”

He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and instead stood there and whistled.

Whistled. Using up all the air in the tiny, tiny room, filling it up with sound so that there wasn’t even room for me to hear my own thoughts. There wasn’t enough room for me to breathe. I closed my eyes and tried to picture open fields, blue skies, oceans, deserts. Big horizons, big space, big air.

A hand grabbed my upper arm and tugged, hard, propelling me toward the open doors.

I didn’t stumble this time. We were at the street level on a sidewalk covered by the overhang of the parking structure.

Shame made a tsk sound. “And you were going to do this alone.”

“Alone I would have taken the stairs. You are seriously pissing me off.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He started off toward the doors. “Good thing about anger. It keeps you going when nothing else will.”