It was one of those old two-story, redbrick places inner-city renovators seemed to love. The wind rattled the rusted iron roof and whistled through the small, regularly spaced windows, many of which were broken, but overall it was in pretty good shape. Like many of the other buildings in the area, its walls were littered with graffiti and tags, and rubbish lay in drifting piles along its length.
But while it looked abandoned, there was an odd, almost watchful stillness about the place. It was a stillness that seemed to affect the immediate surrounds, which were unnervingly quiet. Even the roar of the traffic traveling along nearby Smith Street seemed muted.
I shivered, despite the heat rolling off the man standing so close. “Can you sense anything or anyone in or near the warehouse?”
He shook his head and pressed his fingers against my spine, ushering me forward. “Nothing but rats.”
“Just like last time,” I murmured. And I had to hope it was a case of second time lucky when it came to this place. I really didn’t fancy falling into a pit and I certainly didn’t want to confront more damn hellhounds.
There were two entrances here on West Street. The first one was heavily padlocked and seemed to lead into an old office area. The other was a roller door over what had once been a loading bay, and this was where we’d gotten in previously. I glanced down at the bottom-right-hand edge. Someone had obviously tried to fix the hole, because it was far smaller than it used to be. But there was still a section that provided just enough of a gap for a skinny person – which I certainly was these days – to get in.
“The real question here,” Azriel said, “is whether you’ll be able to get in this time.”
“And if I can, do I really want to?” I rubbed my arms, but it didn’t do much to chase away the gathering chill. “I haven’t even got Jak to shore up my courage this time.”
“No,” he said softly. “But you could destroy the wards. That would allow me entry.”
“And no doubt notify the sorcerer that we’ve found this place.”
“True. But I suspect that – sooner rather than later – we’re going to have to do that if we wish to find their gateway onto the field.”
I stopped in front of the door and scanned it for any additional signs of security, electronic or otherwise. “That’s if it ishere. There’s no guarantee of that.”
“It has to be here somewhere, if only because of its proximity to the intersection.” He paused, then added, “I can sense no magic other than the shield.”
And I couldn’t sense anything. I took a deep, somewhat quivering breath, but it didn’t do a lot to ease the growing tide of tension. “Wish me luck.”
“I wish you safety,” he replied. “As you have noted on numerous occasions, luck is a bitch who seems to have abandoned us.”
Laughter bubbled through me as my gaze shot to his. “Azriel! Did you just swear?”
He raised his eyebrows, his expression bemused, though amusement danced in his bright eyes. “Is not a bitch a female dog? How is that swearing?”
I grinned, knowing he was teasing and trying to lighten my mood. I leaned forward and kissed him. “Thank you,” I murmured, my lips so close to his I could taste every breath.
“You are most welcome.” He gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Just be careful in there.”
“I will.” I stepped away from the warmth of his touch, then took another of those deep breaths that did little to calm the butterflies, and stepped toward the roller door.
Energy skittered across my skin, the sensation sharp and unpleasant. I ignored it and got down on my hands and knees to squeeze through the small hole. The sensation increased, until it felt as if I was being swarmed by sand flies. My skin twitched and crawled, and I had to bite my lip against the desire to back out. However unpleasant the sensation was, it wasn’tactually stopping me. I guess that was something I had to be thankful for, even if I really didn’t want to enter this place alone.
Once inside, I stood up, dusting off my hands as I stepped away from the door. The stinging sensation eased immediately.
“I’m in,” I said, rather unnecessarily.
“Can you see or sense anything?”
I looked around. The light that filtered in through the grimy windows highlighted the dust and rubbish lying in drifting piles along the loading bay’s ramp. Three doors led off the platform that ran around the sides of the dock, and there were stairs down at the far end that led up to them. I could neither see nor smell anything or anyone out of the ordinary, but I hadn’t last time, either. But there was something here – something that crawled along the edges of my psychic senses.
Magic.
“They haven’t abandoned this place, that’s one certainty.” I drew Amaya. Flames rippled down her sides, casting a lilac glow across the nearby concrete.
“If this is where they hide the gateway onto the fields, it would be highly illogical for them to do so,” he said. “But they will more than likely have added additional security. Tread warily.”
“I did that last time, and still fell through the goddamn floor.”
“So this time don’t ignore intuition when it suggests something is wrong.”