Devon Monk - Stone Cold

“And?” he asked.

“We’ve only tested it once,” Terric said.

“You aren’t going to test it on her,” Hayden said. “I won’t risk her life on a maybe.”

Mum crossed her arms over her chest. Tell him I want you to do it.

“He won’t listen to me,” I said.

Tell him I love him but he is being a bloody idiot.

“Uh, Mum says she loves you but you’re being a bloody idiot,” I said.

He looked a little startled at that. “She wants you to do this?”

Yes, she said.

“Yes,” I said.

Hayden rubbed his hand over his beard, then took her hand again. “All right.”

“Do you want me to cast?” Terric asked.

I groaned my way out of the chair and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the bathroom to my left.

No wonder everyone was looking at me as if I were a monster. My skin was burned, blistered in patches, and peeling in others. That feeling of being stiff and swollen I hadn’t been able to shake since Terric re-Lifed me was not just a feeling. I looked like I was having the worst allergic reaction ever.

And I was. Magic wasn’t sitting well with me at all.

But it was my eyes that really did the freaky. Magic pooled there, shifting like aurora borealis fire across the iris and whites of my eyes.

My body was burning up, burning out. I didn’t know how much longer it would be before my flesh and blood were gone.

Wiped out by magic.

The faster we got Mum and Sunny back to their bodies, the better. Otherwise, they would be riding the friendly skies heavenward with me.

“Yes,” I said to Terric, “cast.”

He closed his eyes, then cast the spell, brilliantly, beautifully, perfectly. The glyph hovered in the air, then gently drifted down to spread across her torso.

“Shame?” Terric asked.

“Go on now, Mum,” I said to her ghost. “Terric’s going to pour Life magic into the spell. You’ll feel the pull, and then you’ll be free.”

“Almost,” Terric said. “I’m going to pour Life magic in you, Shame, and you’re going to send that magic into the spell. It’s how we did it before.”

“I didn’t have all this magic in me before,” I said.

“You had Death magic. You still have Death magic.”

“You boys do know what you’re doing, right?” Hayden asked.

Hell, I hoped so. I put my hand on Terric’s shoulder, Terric pushed Life magic through me, and I channeled it into the glyph.

This time my eyes were open, so I saw Mum pause, then slip down into her body, like a feather caught in a draft.

The tie between us broke, and sure, it hurt, but it was worth it.

She opened her eyes, saw Hayden, smiled.

It worked. Oh thank God, it worked.

And then the machines were making noises, and Hayden was on his feet, and the nursing staff was rushing into the room, and somehow Terric and I were out of the room, out in the hall, even Dash left behind, caught up in the chaos of Mum’s return to life.

“Sunny,” I said.

You won’t make it, Sunny said.

“You won’t make it,” Terric said. “We’ll take care of her after we take care of you.”

“That’s not how it’s happening, mate,” I said. “If it is the last fucking thing I do, I’m going to fix what I can. I broke Sunny—”

More like killed, she said.

“—and I’m going to fix that. Where is she?”

“Dash said they put her up at Kevin’s place.”

I concentrated on Kevin’s house, imagined his overly large living room, held it clear and focused in my mind. Then I drew the glyph for gate and poured some of the too much magic in me into it.

Got it right enough on the first go. That was Kevin’s place on the other side of that hole I’d sizzled into space. I grabbed Terric’s sleeve and pulled him with me through the spell before my concentration slipped.

Stumbled to one knee but made it.

“Where?” I asked again, although breathing was getting to be a real problem.

My body was not built to carry all magic. Not like Cody, who had acted as the Focal the last time two Soul Complements—Allie and Zay—had tried to fix magic.

Unlike Cody, this was eating me alive. Ending me.

This way, Sunny said, running for the hall.

I followed her, my feet growing heavier with each step. I pressed my shoulder against the wall to steady myself. Terric slipped his arm around me and together we walked down to the room Sunny’s ghost had disappeared into.

Terric was talking again, and I wasn’t listening again. Something about Cody and magic and blah, blah, blah.

Sunny lay on the bed, still as death, though they’d hooked her up to machines too. Davy was on top of the covers next to her, on his side, his arm across her waist, his head tucked against her shoulder.

“Davy,” Terric said. “Move back. We know how to get Sunny back in her body. We have a spell for it.”

Davy drew his head away from her and shifted on the bed.

“What happened to you, Shame?” he asked, his voice raw as if he’d spent a year yelling, or sobbing. “Eli?”

“Self-inflicted wounds, mate,” I said. And, “He’s dead. Now move over so I can give you your girl back.”

Davy moved. Terric drew the spell again, just as perfect, just as precise. Sunny’s ghost stood by the bed, biting at her thumbnail.

I know I won’t be in perfect shape, she said. I mean, I was dead for over a day. There’s going to be complications. But do you think I’ll be a vegetable, Shame?

“No,” I said. “There’s still life that wants to thrive inside you. It won’t be easy, but you’ll land on your feet.”

Shame, she said. I want you to know I appreciate you doing this.

“My fault to begin with,” I said, or tried to. The room was sliding down a long, long tunnel in front of me. “Wish I could do more.”

And then Terric sent Life magic through me. Even though I was drowning in magic, I guided it, willed it to reach into Sunny and help her live, live, live.

C’mon, Red. We’re betting it all on you.

The tie between us snapped, a hard ping of pain that rolled through me. And like the camel’s back, I broke.

• • •

“Here,” Cody said. “Just lay him down.” Cody was leaning over me, his face close enough to mine I couldn’t help hearing every word he said.

“Give it up, Shame. You can’t hold that magic. I can. Let go and let me have it.”

“Take,” I said through swollen lips, “it.”

Terric’s hand was in mine, a fact I noticed as soon as he raised it into my line of sight.

Cody leaned back just far enough that Terric could trace a Transference spell in front of him.

I did my best to concentrate on those lines he drew with our clasped hands.

And as we used magic together, we were once again close enough to hear each other’s thoughts.

Wow, Terric was terrified I was going to die.

Like that’d be a new thing.

Don’t go delirious on me, Flynn, he thought.

Not delirious, I thought. World would be better without magic.

The world will be better, magic will be better, as soon as Cody heals it. Let go of it, Shame. You’ve done all you can. It’s over. Let it be over.

Maybe for the first time in a long time, I didn’t even argue with him.

Magic followed the spell Terric had traced. We cut into the magic inside me, light and dark, and let it pour out into the spell that strobed black and white between us. Then we sent that spell into Cody’s chest.

Streams of aurora borealis flame twisted and poured around us.

Cody closed his eyes and let the magic fill him, his hands moving through complex spells. He tied and blended and wove darkness and light together with the instinct and soul of an artist, making magic into an amazing tapestry.