Turn Coat (The Dresden Files 11)

"Not many ever have," Ebenezar said, with obvious pride in his old friend's skills in his voice. After a moment, he said, "He's offered to teach you some, if you want to learn."

"With my luck? I'd shift into a duck or something, and not be able to come back out of it."

He snorted quietly, and then said, "Not shifting. He knows more than any man alive about dealing with rage over injustice and being unfairly wronged. Don't get me wrong. I think it's admirable that you have those kinds of feelings, and choose to do something about them. But they can do terrible things to a man, too." His face was distant for a moment, his eyes focused elsewhere. "Terrible things. He's been there. I think if you spent some time with him, you'd benefit by it."

"Aren't I a little old to be an apprentice?"

"Stop learning, start dying," Ebenezar said, in the tone of a man quoting a bedrock-firm maxim. "You're never too old to learn."

"I've got responsibilities," I said.

"I know."

"I'll think about it."

He nodded. Then he paused for a moment, considering his next words. "There's one thing about tonight that I can't figure out, Hoss," my old mentor said. "You went to all the trouble to get everyone here. To lure the killer here. I give you a perfect excuse to roam free behind the lines with no one looking over your shoulder so you can get the job done. But instead of slipping up through the weeds and taking down the killer-which would clear up this whole business-you go up the hill and throw down with something you know damn well you can't beat."

"Yeah," I said. "I know."

Ebenezar spread his hands. "Why?"

I walked for several tired, heavy steps before answering. "Thomas got into trouble helping me."

"Thomas," Ebenezar said. "The vampire."

I shrugged.

"He was more important to you than stopping the possible fragmentation of the White Council."

"The creature was heading straight for the cottage. My apprentice and my client were both there-and he had Thomas, too."

Ebenezar muttered something to himself. "The girl had that crystal to protect herself with. Hell, son, if it went off as violently as you said it would, it might have killed the creature all by itself." He shook his head. "Normally, I think you've got a pretty solid head on your shoulders, Hoss. But that was a bad call."

"Maybe," I said quietly.

"No maybe about it," he replied firmly.

"He's a friend."

Ebenezar stopped in his tracks and faced me squarely. "He's not your friend, Harry. You might be his, but he isn't yours. He's a vampire. When all's said and done, he'd eat you if he was hungry enough. It's what he is." Ebenezar gestured at the woods around us. "Hell's bells, boy. We found what was left of that Raith creature's cousin, after the battle. And I figure you saw what it did to its own blood."

"Yeah," I said, subdued.

"And that was her own family." He shook his head. "Friendship means nothing to those creatures. They're so good at the lie that sometimes maybe they even believe it themselves-but in the end, you don't make friends with food. I been around this world a while, Hoss, and let me tell you-it's their nature. Sooner or later it wins out."

"Thomas is different," I said.

He eyed me. "Oh?" He shook his head and started walking again. "Why don't you ask your apprentice exactly what made her drop the veil and use that shield, then?"

I started walking again.

I didn't answer.

We got back into Chicago in the witching hour.

Ancient Mai and the Wardens were waiting at the dock, to escort Ebenezar, Injun Joe, and Morgan to Edinburgh-"in case of trouble." They left within three minutes of me tying the Water Beetle to the dock.

I watched them go, and sipped water through a straw. Listens-to-Wind had cleaned my wounds and slapped several stitches onto my face, including a couple on my lower lip. He told me that I hadn't lost the eye, and smeared the entire thing with a paste that looked like guano and smelled like honey. Then he'd made me a shoo-in for first place in the International Walking Wounded Idiot competition, by covering that side of my face and part of my scalp with another bandage that wrapped all the way around my head. Added to the one I needed for the damn lump the skinwalker had given me, I looked like the subject of recent brain surgery, only surlier.

Will and Georgia were sleeping it off under a spread sleeping bag on an inflatable mattress on the rear deck of the Water Beetle, when I walked down the dock, over to the parking lot, and up to a parked Mercedes.

Vince rolled down his window and squinted at me. "Did you curse everyone who desecrated your tomb, or just the English-speaking guys?"

"You just lost your tip," I told him. "Did you get it?"

He passed me a manila envelope without comment. Then he leaned over and opened his passenger door, and Mouse hopped down from the passenger seat and came eagerly around the car to greet me, wagging his tail. I knelt down and gave the big beastie a hug.

"Your dog is weird," Vince said.

Mouse was licking my face. "Yeah. Whatcha gonna do?"

Vince grinned, and for just a second, he didn't look at all nondescript. He had the kind of smile that could change the climate of a room. I stood up and nodded to him. "You know where to send the bill."

"Yep," he said, and drove away.

I went back down to the boat and poured some Coke into the now-empty water bottle. I sipped at it carefully so that I wouldn't break open one of the cuts and bleed some more. I was too tired to clean it up.

Molly fussed around the boat for a few minutes, making sure it was tied down, and then took two sets of spare shorts and T-shirts from the cabin's tiny closet and left them where Georgia and Will would find them. She finally wound up sitting down on the other bunk across the cabin from me.

"The shield," I said quietly. "When did you use it?"

She swallowed. "The skinw-the creature threw Thomas into the cabin and he..." She shuddered. "Harry. He'd changed. It wasn't... it wasn't him." She licked her lips. "He sat up and started sniffing the air like... like a hungry wolf or something. Looking around for me. And his body was..." She blushed. "He was hard. And he did something and all of a sudden I wanted to just rip my clothes off. And I knew he wasn't in control. And I knew he would kill me. But... I wanted to anyway. It was so intense..."

"So you popped the shield."