Touch of the Demon (Kara Gillian 5)

Rhyzkahl pulled me next to the wall, released my hand, and gave me a hard look. “Stay right here and do not move. The anomaly is within the palace and has the potential for catastrophic damage.” He moved off, then stopped and looked back at me. “Stay there,” he commanded again, as if suspecting I might have a tendency to do my own thing.

I put my hands on my hips and gave him a sour look.

He narrowed his eyes, perhaps sensing my capacity for obstinance, then turned and headed rapidly off.

A few seconds later I heard voices coming down the corridor behind me, conversing rapidly in demon. I remained where I was at the side of the corridor and folded my hands over my chest as the voices approached. I didn’t have long to wait before a pair of lords turned a corner and proceeded toward me. Rayst and Seretis, the last two lords to arrive.

Seretis gave me a quick glance and smile as he moved swiftly past, but Rayst motioned to me.

“Come, it is this way,” he said. “You can help lay the structure.”

I moved to follow but caught myself just in time, grimacing. “Rhyzkahl told me to stay here.”

He stopped. “Here? Now?” He shook his head and gave me a smile. “You are needed elsewhere. It will help much to have you anchor the foundation.”

I hadn’t the faintest clue what he was talking about. I really wanted to see what was going on, but at the same time I did try hard not to be extraordinarily stupid. “Rhyzkahl will kick my ass if I move. For real.”

Rayst chuckled, then muttered something in demon that had Rhyzkahl’s name in it. He flicked a lasso of potency around my wrist and raised an eyebrow. “It is simple. You will tell him I ordered you to come, bound you in potency, and dragged you with me.”

“Okay, okay! No dragging necessary.” I grinned, but there was a teensy part of me that wondered if he would.

“Excellent. Now come!” He headed off down the corridor, and I followed. He still had the lasso lightly wrapped around my wrist, but he had yet to so much as tug on it.

“I am Rayst,” he told me as we walked. “And the one who flew by you, Seretis.”

“I’m Kara Gillian,” I replied with a smile. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Honor and greetings to you, Kara Gillian.” He stopped at a cross corridor, brow creasing as if trying to determine which way to go.

“This way,” I said, pointing to the right. I could sense the anomaly, like a knot in an otherwise smooth thread.

Rayst glanced that way, nodded. “You can feel it. Excellent perception.”

I led the way now, taking a left at yet another corridor, finally coming out into an indoor courtyard. The ceiling was four stories above, and mezzanines encircled the open space. Half in and half out of a wood-paneled wall, a soccer ball-sized anomaly pulsed and spun. Like the tiny one I’d seen with Ilana at Szerain’s place, it alternately radiated and sucked light back into itself, each shift sending a shiver of discordance through me.

Rayst eyed the aberration warily as he recalled the lasso from my wrist. “The syraza are aloft working the vertex. We will construct the binder here.” He swept his arm in an arc a few feet from the thing. “Set a quadrant of portal anchors. That will be very useful.”

Portal anchors. I could handle that. Maybe. I mean, I was pretty sure I could, though I’d never done them in a quadrant before. I started to turn toward the perimeter, then grimaced. “Wait, I can’t.” Sighing, I tapped the damn collar. “I can’t touch the arcane.”

Rayst snorted softly, reached and slid his hands around my neck, then slipped the collar off.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling in relief as my sense of the arcane flowed in. “But you know I have to blame that on you as well, right? I’ll throw you right under the bus, I’m warning you now.”

“Since it is already done, agreed,” he replied, eyes flashing with humor.

With the collar off I could see more of the anomaly. In the light phase, brilliant rays flashed from it. In the dark phase, all light sucked into it, and even the room dimmed. I moved to where Rayst had indicated and began to puzzle out how to do a quadrant of anchors. I finally set it up in the way that made the most sense to me, yet after a few minutes I had to wonder if I was doing it wrong. I felt as if I was wrestling six octopuses at once. Was it supposed to be this difficult?

“Ah, Rhyzkahl comes, and he is not pleased,” Rayst said, smiling as if that was a good thing. With a few flicks of his hand he set sigils around my quadrant, though I thought I caught a slight frown as his gaze took in how I was holding the anchors. “Now set a basic ktirem to hold it stable, and we have our foundation.”

“A…what?” I could barely hold the anchors. How the hell was I supposed to do something else, assuming I even knew what it was?

“A ktirem,” he repeated. He quickly traced an unfamiliar pattern and anchored it to the quadrant. “You can hold it, yes?

Gulping, I shook my head, oddly embarrassed at my fumbling efforts. The quadrant had been bad enough, but now I felt like I was trying to sprint while wearing a loaded backpack. “I don’t know how,” I gasped. “I’m sorry.”

Rayst exhaled, brow furrowing as he took in the structure of my anchors. “Why do you have it—” He shook his head, leaving the sentence unfinished, but I had a feeling it was something like “Why do you have it in that godawful fucked up configuration?” or something similar. I had to be doing something wrong. Why else would I already be so wiped out?

But obviously Rayst didn’t have time right now to teach me how to do it properly. He quickly laid strands of potency on each of my anchors, then gathered them and passed them to me. “Now hold that like you would a veil for a portal. All you need do is not let go.”