Midnight Marked (Chicagoland Vampires 12)

Magic filled the air like the tingle of electricity before a thunderstorm. The entire city was waiting for something to happen. And Reed was working to ensure that it did.

The plaza was empty of people, but figures moved inside the building’s two-story atrium, which had already been surrounded by glass. Maybe that had been a strategic decision, too.

We walked toward the cordoned area, were waved in by my grandfather, who stood with Detective Jacobs in the middle of a V formed by two canted police cars in the northbound lane of Michigan Avenue. My father stood with them in a Merit Properties windbreaker against the spring chill, and his expression was utterly dour. I had an extra twinge of guilt about both of them. Fathers and daughters were a complicated thing.

ublic knew a lot about supernaturals. But they hadn’t yet learned about sorcerers.

Mallory looked at Catcher, squeezed his hand, then looked back at Malik. “We know. On the one hand, it can’t be helped. And on the other hand, it’s about damn time.”

“And their magic?” Scott asked. “What’s their HQ?”

Luc switched the image to photographs of the building’s current “roof.” It was a square of concrete, one of the building’s previous upper floors, surrounded by the steel framework that remained around it. The photos showed several figures moving around a large black structure that was partially hidden by a cloth. Probably a drop cloth to keep it covered until they were ready to go.

“It’s the sixty-eighth floor,” Catcher said, stepping forward. “They’ve got two construction elevators that go all the way to the top. The CPD confirmed by drone that there are six figures on the floor, but they shot it down before they could confirm their identities.”

“It’s most likely Reed, Logan, the sorcerer, and supernaturals to keep them safe,” Ethan said.

“And possibly Sorcha,” I said. “She’s always at his side.”

Ethan glanced at me. “You think he’d bring her into this?”

“I don’t think either of them cares about the difference between legal and illegal, danger and safety. He’s clearly crossed a line here—that division between his public and private personas—and may want to make a show of it for her.”

“Maybe she’s involved in it,” Morgan said.

“We haven’t seen any evidence of that,” I said, and flipped through my memories of her. Bored or vacant or typing on her phone.

“So potentially the four of them,” Ethan said, “and at least three supernaturals.”

“With heavy weaponry,” Catcher added. “He’ll have borrowed from the Circle’s cache.”

“Oh, good,” Scott said. “Because this wasn’t already an enormous cluster fuck.”

“No argument there,” Ethan said. “He’ll control any sups within the boundaries who aren’t otherwise protected. They’ll come at us, irrespective of their desire or their alliances, because the Circle wills it.”

I wondered if my immunity from glamour would have given me any protection. Not that it mattered now.

“What do we do about them?” Morgan asked. “We can’t take them out.”

“Chuck’s working with the CPD on that,” Catcher said. “They’ve been developing some small-batch tranq weapons. We’re hoping we can use those, since these sups won’t have been fighting through any fault of their own.”

“You have enough for the entire team?” Jonah asked.

“I’m waiting for word,” Catcher said.

“And speaking of the team,” Ethan said, “we propose Catcher and Mallory, Jeff, Gabriel, Eli, Fallon, Morgan, Merit, and I go downtown.” He looked at Scott and Jonah. “Bringing the sups here will protect them, but if Reed figures that, he may split his troops and attack here. I’d appreciate it if you’d work with Luc and Malik to protect the House.”

Scott drummed his fingers on the table while he considered, then nodded. “I’ll have my vampires come here.” He glanced at Malik and Luc and nodded. “We’ll do what we can to keep everyone here and safe.”

“Appreciated,” Ethan said, then looked at Gabriel. “You have any bodies you want to spare?”

“The countermagic work on shifters?”

Mallory nodded. “Yep. Anything that meets a magical threshold.”

“Then if you’ve got enough, I can offer a few more. They’ll stay outside on the grounds. They don’t need to be in the House. Not after what they’ve done. The rest of them will stay outside the QE.”

Ethan nodded. “Then we leave now. Basement in fifteen, and we’ll arrange transportation.” He looked at all of us like a general surveying his troops. “This isn’t our war, nor is it a war we want to fight. But it is a war all the same. Reed would control us, obliterate us as creatures with free will in order to achieve his ambitions. We must not allow that to happen. We will not allow that to happen.”