Devon Monk - Magic to the Bone

I pulled my hand away from his. The spell broke. That was as much truth as I could stomach.

I stuck my bleeding finger in my mouth and felt like I’d just lost a game of chicken.

My father pulled a soft white handkerchief out of his suit jacket. He offered it to me. I shook my head. There was no way I was going to leave any more of my blood with him. Truth was the mildest of the blood magics.

I squeezed my thumb tight against my bleeding finger and put my hand in my coat pocket.

Dad pursed his lips again, disapproving, and pressed his finger against the cloth.

“I don’t know how you rigged a Truth spell,” I said, “but I know your signature. I Hounded it on that Offload. I don’t make mistakes.”

“Come now,” he said. “You are not infallible. None of us are.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

“I am reporting you and Beckstrom Enterprises to the authorities,” I said.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” He tossed his handkerchief on the desk between us. “But I’d like you to reconsider. You’ve had your fun, Allie. You’ve proved you can survive on your own without any help from me. And you’ve had time to cool off—we’ve both had time. There is still a place for you in this company. I think you should think about where your talents and training can best be used and applied.”

He smiled again and those light green eyes of his sparkled. He was happy, his voice comforting, encouraging, safe. I wanted to hug him and tell him I missed him and ask him why he couldn’t just be my father instead of my boss. I wanted to let him make all the hard things in my life go away. And something felt very wrong about that.

“Come home, honey,” he said, with the unmistakable push of Influence behind his words.

I was tired, hungry, cold. I hurt, inside and out, and yeah, I woke up every day afraid I might have lost a little more of my memory, and that magic was taking a harder toll on me than I thought, and that I wasn’t going to make rent on my crummy apartment. Maybe my dad knew all that. Knew I was broke, and scared, and alone. But what he didn’t know was that I would happily endure fear and uncertainty, and even pain, if it meant I could live my life free from his manipulation.

“No. Thanks.” It took everything I had to say those two words, to push them past the weight of Influence he’d just used on me.

And those two words were enough.

His face flushed dark, angry. “I have asked you politely, Allie. Don’t think I won’t force the issue.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” I dropped the pin on his desk.

“There are legal actions I can set into motion. If you agree to come back to the company now, it will save us both a lot of time and effort.”

I nodded. My dad was all about efficiency. And things going his way. I’m sure he knew exactly how he was going to make my life miserable since I’d said no to him. “See you in court.”

I walked across the room, past Zayvion, to the door. Made it this time. Got all the way to the receptionist’s desk, then across the half mile of burgundy carpet to the elevator that was wooden and small, too small, far too small, but fast, and even a fast coffin was better than my slow feet right now.

Once I hit the lobby, I broke into a jog, needing to be through the lobby in a hurry and gone from here, away from my father who seemed to have found a way to lie in a blood-to-blood Truth spell—something I’d never thought possible. I wanted away from the memories of what I wished he could be, and away from the reality of what it meant to fight him for my life. Again.

I pushed through the big glass-and-iron doors and stopped outside the building, under a dark awning that caught the rain. The cab was not waiting, and I remembered Zayvion told me he’d paid the guy.

Great.

I couldn’t decide where I should go next or what I should do.

The police sounded like a good idea, if I could find someone who wasn’t bought off by my dad. A lawyer sounded like a good idea too, but had the same drawback.

With any luck, Mama had already called the cops and told them I was Hounding the hit back. With any luck, they would already be starting their investigation.

Someone had put a hit on Boy, and I knew my dad’s signature was on it. His real signature, not a fake. He had a part in this regardless of the Truth spell.

Maybe I hadn’t asked the right question. Maybe someone had erased his memory of what he’d done. Memory manipulation was against the law, and deservedly so for how dangerous it was. No, I couldn’t imagine him ever letting someone mess with his mind.

He must have found a way to lie, to manipulate the Truth spell so even blood magic couldn’t detect it.

That terrified me, but I believed he could do it.

He was good at magic, my dad. One of the best.

I couldn’t figure out what he would gain from putting such a heavy hit on such a little kid, though. It didn’t make sense.

Zayvion strolled up and stopped next to me, standing so close we were almost touching. His heavy pine cologne smelled really good now, not nearly as strong as before. People wrapped in dark coats and scarves moved around us in a hurry. Zayvion didn’t say anything, didn’t move. Just stared out at the muddied traffic and hazy gray rain like I did. Strangely, knowing my father hired him to tail me made things a little easier—at least I understood why he was following me around.

“Still on the clock?” I asked.

“Nope. Quit today.” He held up a check, tucked it in his coat pocket. “I don’t get involved in family disputes.”

“Right,” I said.

He was quiet, still, patient. I decided I liked that about him.

“Buy you lunch?” he asked.

“Not hungry.”

More quiet, except for the traffic and constant city sounds. A cab pulled up, and it made sense I should take it home. Instead, I just stood there while a short blond woman in a dark green trench coat appeared from the next building and scurried into the backseat. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I might have seen her before. I clenched my fist around the little book in my pocket where I wrote the things that I didn’t want to forget. I needed to record the hit on Boy and the meeting with my dad so I could add them to my files.

I stopped trying to place where I’d seen the woman and instead watched the cab drive away.

Zayvion said nothing.

My whole body was stiff, and standing in the cold wasn’t making anything better. I couldn’t bring myself to give up and go home to my empty apartment. Not yet.

Could I have been mistaken about my father’s signature? No, I just felt vulnerable right now because dear old Dad had used Influence, and Influence always made me jumpy. I was not going to let him get the best of me like that. Besides, it was still my birthday.

I looked over at Zayvion. Okay, so he worked for my father. We all make mistakes. At least he had the sense to quit. And he was standing here, beside me right now, not in there with my dad. That suddenly meant a lot to me.

“How about we get a cup of coffee?” I said.

He looked a little surprised, then smiled that nice smile. “How about we do.”

I tucked my hands in my pockets and we headed down the sidewalk toward a deli I knew about. The coffee wouldn’t be as good as Get Mugged, but it would be hot and dark. Right now that was all I needed.

While we were there I might even have a chance to find out what Zayvion knew about my father. I owed it to Mama and Boy to follow this trail as long as it was fresh. Going out with Zayvion was all about following the trail, I told myself. This was not a date.

At the crosswalk, I glanced at Zayvion and decided he looked good in profile too. A strong nose to go with those high cheekbones, and an angle to his jaw I found intriguing. Okay, maybe it really was a little bit like a date.