Suzanne McLeod - The Shifting Price of Prey

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Genny's life has never been busier: the summer solstice is approaching, magic is going haywire, Spellcrackers.com is under inexperienced new management, and London is hosting this year's Carnival Fantastique. Then a unicorn is found horribly mutilated in Regent's Park, garden fairies start dying out of season, and an eminent wildlife activist and her young son are snatched from a Conservation Conference. Searching for answers takes Genny and her friends, Tavish the kelpie and the super-sexy vampire Malik al-Khan, deep into magical London to the decadent and dangerous Forum Mirabilis, the secret, bloody heart of the Carnival Fantastique. And it's not long before Genny and her friends are under attack from a millennium-old adversary as they fight to save both the victims and themselves ...

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The cambion was carted off to HOPE. He wasn’t injured as such, but was instead hosting a Sagan spider – a sort of symbiotic pet that lives off the host’s blood and flesh in return for a magical boost – which was why the Wishing Web had been so powerful. The creature was half-absorbed into the cambion’s chest, and was the source of the bubbling blood. Either the Autarch had killed it when he’d plunged the dagger into the cambion’s illusion of the sun-tortured Malik, or the spider had died when its Web overloaded with too many fantasies coming too fast. Hugh said they couldn’t be sure until all the evidence had been checked out by the Magic and Murder Squad’s witches, and the cambion was in a position to talk further. He was suffering magical blowback from the spider’s death, and was being stabilised so they could surgically remove the spider’s remains.

‘Ick,’ I said, grateful I’d never got too close to the wrinkled, horny little male. And glad I’d dropped Mary with the Stun spell, even if she, Taegrin and Dessa were also at HOPE getting checked out. I’d told Hugh I’d Glamoured Dessa, but as she hadn’t shown any symptoms once she was out of the tent, he agreed to leave that tiny incriminating detail out of my statement. For now. If it was going to come back and bite me (and no way was that thought Freudian), we’d deal with it when it did. As for my actual bite wound, which had the medics pouncing on me thanks to the blood staining my shirt, I said I’d caught myself on something blunt (Dessa’s teeth!), and that it was already healing (itching like a vamp venom bite as it did!), so was nothing to worry about.

Neither was Mad Max. Injury wise anyway.

A call-out over the Carnival’s loudspeakers had turned up a vet (from Brighton on a day trip with his wife and three kids), who pronounced Max the dog was suffering from concussion, judging by the blood-encrusted egg-shaped bump on his head, and had been given some sort of sedative but was otherwise a ‘fine specimen of the breed, and if his owner was ever interested in putting Max to stud, he knew of a suitable bitch, and would be happy to put Max’s owner in contact’.

Hugh grinned, pink granite teeth shining, as he handed me the vet’s business card and repeated his offer. ‘Thought you might like to pass that on to your cousin, Genny.’

‘Ha ha,’ I said. ‘Even if it were possible, I think he’s got enough offspring already.’

Hugh laughed and settled himself carefully into an overlarge, canvas director’s chair with Mini the Minotaur stencilled across the back. ‘So did you get any useful information from Max?’

I grimaced. ‘Not much, the sedative’s obviously screwing with him.’ Dealing with the crazy sonofabitch was bad enough when he was lucid, but trying to get anything out of him when he was drugged made me want to bleach my brain: I was never going to look at a poodle the same way again. ‘But he did say that the Autarch can astral-project which explains how he popped in and out so easily.’

‘Astral projection is rare,’ Hugh said, taking out his notebook and a large troll pencil. ‘And I understand it is dangerous without the proper preparations to return the spirit to the body.’ He made a note. ‘Does Max know where the Autarch’s body is?’

‘Nope,’ I said, shifting uncomfortably on my makeshift seat, one of the leprechaun’s huge balls of string. I wasn’t sure if a spiritwalking Autarch was better or worse than a daywalking one. ‘But apparently I don’t have to worry about the werewolves coming after me since Max has done some sort of deal to deliver me to the Emperor in return for the werewolves letting him escape.’

Hugh leaned forwards. The director’s chair, while large, still creaked ominously. ‘A trap?’

‘Supposedly. Only Fur Jacket Girl appears to be Bastien’s long lost sister and I think they’re in cahoots. So Max delivering me up to the Emperor is probably something to do with the Trojan Horse thing Bastien mentioned he’d sent to Tavish.’ Knowing my luck psycho Bastien’s plan would involve me sweating it out in an actual wooden horse, which would be hell seeing as Regent’s Park was currently trying to put the Sahara to shame. I chugged back the last of my bottled water as I waited for Hugh to add to his notes, then said, ‘Hopefully we’ll find out more when Tavish phones back.’ I’d called him, and yet again my call had gone to voicemail. Hugh had sent a unit to check on him. Damn kelpie better have a good reason for being incommunicado.

Hugh nodded. ‘But Max can’t tell you what the Trojan Horse is?’

‘Nope. He seems to be blindly following whatever instructions Bastien drops into his head. I can’t work out if Bastien’s got him under mind-lock or if Max is knowingly doing the sheep thing. But that might be down to the sedative.’ Or the crazy sonofabitch’s fixation with poodles. ‘It’s possible we might get more out of him when he pops out of his doggy form at sunset.’

‘And he couldn’t tell you anything about what’s going on between the Emperor and the Autarch?’

‘No, but I’m pretty sure there’s some sort of showdown or attempted takeover in the offing. And Bastien seems to think I’m his winning card . . .’ I trailed off as I realised I’d missed something and slapped my forehead. ‘Crap. You know I asked him about the fae’s trapped fertility?’ Hugh nodded. ‘I should’ve quizzed him about the kidnap victims from the zoo too.’

‘It’s doubtful you’d have learned anything, Genny.’

‘Yeah, but I should’ve asked.’ I picked at the plastic tab on the bottle, angry at myself.

Hugh flipped back a couple of pages in his notepad. ‘What about Malik al-Khan? Does Max know where he is, or what his involvement is in all this?’

‘No.’ Questioning Mad Max about Malik had drawn a complete blank. Looked like the pyscho hadn’t given that set of instructions to his pet dog yet. So I was going to have to wait to find out what Malik’s ‘involvement’ was. Just as I was going to have to wait for answers to the rest of Bastien’s cryptic barbs. ‘Damn vamps and their games,’ I muttered, systematically crushing the empty plastic bottle. ‘All secrets and plots and double dealing.’

Hugh gave my knee a concerned pat. ‘Do you want to talk about it, Genny?’

I dropped the bottle, my anger dissipating to misery. Stupid tears stang my eyes and I scrubbed my face, took a breath and told Hugh about Bastien’s story that he was just the front vamp, and that Malik was the real power behind the throne, and that while I knew Bastien was a lying, psychotic sack of shit, he was right, Malik was always the one with the plans.

‘So, looks like Malik’s been playing me for a fool, that he and Bastien are not only fang buddies, but’ – I hugged myself, my heart cracking as I forced the words out – ‘they’re father and son, or whatever, and I’m just a pawn in whatever long game they’ve got going.’

‘Genny.’ Frown fissures bracketed Hugh’s mouth. ‘Good relationships are built on mutual respect and trust. To build that respect and trust you need to get to know each other, learn what matters, and accept each other for who each of you are. It takes time. As does attraction, if it is to develop into love. If that is what you feel you and Malik al-Khan could have together, then my advice would be to speak about this to him.’

I let that sink in. I knew Hugh didn’t like the idea of me getting together with Malik, or any vamp, and that he’d put his personal feelings aside to give me his encouraging words of wisdom. I put my hand on his familiar gritty one, heart full of love and gratitude for him. ‘You’re right,’ I said, ‘and I had planned to talk to him, anyway.’ I gave Hugh a wry smile. ‘Sorry for dumping on you, but thanks for letting me.’

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