Magic Binds (Kate Daniels 9)
Their faces looked torn between hope and fear, caught in some weird emotion I couldn’t pin down. The technology was up and I stood among them, emanating magic. And each second I did cost me more than they would ever know. It was that or the city would fall.
They recognized this magic. Some of them had seen it before, because I saw the excitement and fear in their eyes. They were drawn to it like moths to a flame. It was the magic of my blood, the one that made the vampires possible, except now it was directed at them. They wanted my approval. I sensed it. Beyond them journeymen stood unmoving, shocked.
I finally pinned down their expressions. Awe.
Rowena knelt. Filipa was praying, her voice an urgent whisper.
Ghastek walked toward me and went down on one knee, looking up at me.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Saving all of us from being drowned in our blood and my father’s fire,” I whispered. “He’s going to throw you and your vampires at the Keep. You will be decimated. Your vampires will be gone; your position within Atlanta will be eliminated. If you survive, you will have to start from scratch, Ghastek.”
His face told me he didn’t want to start from scratch.
“You’re outside the inner circle. It will take you years to climb higher. Even if you become his Legatus, your life will be short. He will never care about you, Ghastek. I care. You are my friend. You are the best there is at what you do. This is your chance. Don’t do it because of what’s happening now. Do it because it makes sense.”
“You know my price,” Ghastek whispered.
“I know.” The irony was that he already had what he was asking for. He was my friend. I already cared about him. I would already do whatever I could to keep him breathing.
“Swear it,” Ghastek said.
I smiled at him. My voice rang. “Rise, Legatus of my Legion. Work with me, advise me, be my friend, and you will live forever.”
• • •
THE AIR OUTSIDE the Casino tasted sweet.
“How did you do that?” Curran asked.
“She burned her own magic,” my aunt said. “If she were a normal human, you would’ve seen her aging.”
The look on Curran’s face was indescribable.
“Relax, half-breed,” Erra said. “She has lifetimes to spare. That wasn’t half-bad for your first time. You’ll get better with practice.”
“I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have no plans to conquer. I don’t want any more troops. I don’t want to do any more persuading.”
“You say that now.”
I turned toward her. “Look inside me.”
Erra’s eyes narrowed. “You mean it. You have no ambition.”
“No. I don’t want to conquer or rule. I want to contain my father.”
“This will be interesting,” my aunt said.
Behind us the banner of In-Shinar, a field of pure emerald green with a single blue stripe, streamed from the spire above the Casino’s walls.
• • •
THE PACK ARRIVED in time for dinner. One moment our kitchen was empty and Curran and I were quietly cooking dinner, while Julie tried to make it through some ancient text Erra decided she should read. The next it was filled with shapeshifters. Jim and Dali, Robert, and Andrea and Raphael. Jim’s face was flat. His eyes told me that he hadn’t come because he wanted to patch things up with me. He’d come because his back was against the wall. Our friendship was truly over.
“Where is the baby?” I asked.
“With about a dozen babysitters in the bouda clan house,” Andrea said. “You just want me for my baby.”
“Yep, you nailed it.”
“Peace offering,” Robert said, holding an envelope out to Julie.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Jezebel’s confession,” Robert said. “We found it in her quarters. Some of it is addressed to you.”
She grabbed the envelope and bolted to the living room couch with it. I could still see her. That was the fun of an open floor plan. We were never too far from each other.
“Give me a CliffsNotes version?” I asked.
“Jezebel, Salome, and the woman who was supposedly their mother joined the Pack when Salome was seventeen and Jezebel was fifteen,” Robert said. “Clan Bouda failed to verify their background.”
“Oh please,” Andrea said. “Please make it sound like it is all our fault.”
“The clan had very low numbers at the time,” Raphael said. “This woman showed up, told my mother a sob story about running away from abuse, and offered herself and two able fighters who were almost adults. My mother took them in.”
“He approved it.” Andrea pointed to Curran.
Curran shrugged.
“Veronica, Jezebel and Salome’s supposed mother, left the Pack about four years after joining,” Andrea said. “According to Aunt B’s records, she met a man from Montana and went with him. Salome and Jezebel stayed behind.”
“Jezebel had written a summary of her life before joining the Pack. Does the word ‘sahanu’ mean anything to you?” Robert asked.
“Julie, can you get Adora for me?” I asked. Julie got up and left the living room.
I went into the hallway, took a framed photograph off the wall, and brought it into the kitchen. It showed Julie and her friend Maddie, smiling and making cute faces at the camera. Jezebel loomed to the side, watching over them.