Part 6 (1/2)

It was the same oath he had used to convince her to go with him on that very first night in the warehouse tunnels. Back then she had sensed his honor and loyalty, had believed he would keep her safe. Now, when she looked at the older, tougher version standing opposite her with magic burning bright in the air around him, she saw an achingly familiar stranger. He had an earnest intensity that made her want to believe. But history repeated itself, and theirs wasn't good. She shouldn't-couldn't-trust him. Yet her instincts said that she should let him go, that it wasn't time yet for him to be found. More, they said he needed help.

”Time to choose.” Dez looked past her, up toward the road. ”The cavalry is here.” Sure enough, sirens throbbed just at the level of her hearing, then grew louder. He glanced back at her. ”You going to let me go this time?”

She blew out a breath and went with her gut. ”Not exactly. I'm coming with you.”

His face blanked for a second, then clouded. ”No f.u.c.king way,” he said flatly. ”That is not an option.”

”Newsflash number two: You're not calling the shots here.” Which was new, she realized. ”So it's time for you to choose: You want to stay out in the field chasing your winikin, we do it together. Otherwise, I'm bringing you in.” When he stayed stubbornly silent, she tipped up her chin. ”Unless your Spidey senses are seriously long-range, you're going to need help finding Keban.”

The first responders had arrived: The aah-woo, aah-woo of a police car was followed closely by the bwip-bwip of an ambulance, and colored lights strobed Keban's crumpled car.

”d.a.m.n it . . .” Dez glanced up at the road, then back at her, and his voice dropped. ”This is some serious s.h.i.+t, Reese. I don't want you to get hurt.”

Losing you hurt. Every. Single. Time. She didn't say that, though, because this wasn't about them. And if that meant she was thinking a little like a Nightkeeper, she was okay with that. So all she said was: ”Pick a door, Mendez.”

”s.h.i.+t. Fine. We'll go after him together.” He spun and stalked to the back of the Compa.s.s, where the rest of her weapons were stashed in a hidden lockbox. ”Get your stuff,” he ordered tersely, not looking at her. ”We'll hike back to my truck. Overland, it shouldn't take all that long.”

Reese ignored his tone and pulled her laptop and knapsack out of the wrecked vehicle. But although she had won the argument, she didn't feel any sense of victory. Instead, as she followed him into the darkness, her stomach was knotted into a hard ball of nerves and a panicked question was rocketing around inside her head: What the h.e.l.l are you doing?

She didn't have a clue. But history was sure as s.h.i.+t repeating itself.

Skywatch When the landline started ringing in the main room, Sven ignored it to slouch deeper into the rec room sofa, his eyes glued to the screen. ”Can someone get that?”

”Get it your d.a.m.n self,” JT snapped as he pa.s.sed the door and glanced in, his arms loaded with storeroom boxes. ”Playing Viking Warrior version whatever-the-f.u.c.k does not count as being too busy to get the phone. And I'm not your G.o.dsd.a.m.n servant.”

Which would've been more cringe-inducing if the winikin didn't say it at least five times a day.

”I'm watching Dog Whisperer, not playing games,” Sven muttered, but he headed out to the main room to grab the phone before JT came steamrolling back and made his point with his fists. A former army ranger who had spent the past seven years exterminating bat demons with a ceremonial knife and a bad att.i.tude, he could more than hold his own.

So Sven got the phone his d.a.m.n self.

”Skywatch,” he said into the handset, keeping it simple because he'd gotten a month of kitchen duty a year or so ago when Carlos caught him answering with ”Screamin' Demon Central. What is your emergency?”

”It's Mendez.”

The low growl, coming with car noises in the background, brought relief. ”Good to hear your voice.” Sven checked the caller ID, saw that it was the cell that had been a.s.signed to Reese. ”Guess the bounty hunter earned her rep. You guys headed back?”

”No, we're staying on the winikin's trail from out here. She said she promised to check in twice a day with Strike, so consider us checked in. And I want you to get some info to the brain trust.”

”Wait.” Sven looked around for something to write on other than his palm. ”s.h.i.+t. Give me a second.” He scored a pen and scratch pad. ”Go ahead.”

He copied down Mendez's message. ”Statue. White G.o.d's head. 'T' glyphs on its cheeks. Got it.”

”They can call us when they have something. We'll be on this phone.”

”Good hunting.”

Sven decided to walk the message out to the brain trust-aka Lucius, Jade, and the Nightkeepers' ancestral library, which had magicked its way into a cave at the back of the box canyon. It was a nice day, and he should probably work out some of the kinks. He had taken a pretty good hit the other day during a short, ugly fight with a dozen of Iago's makol near a ceremonial cave system down in Belize. Even though Sasha had hooked him up with some healing juju the other day, he still didn't feel right. So he jogged a little, trying to loosen up as he headed down the short flight of stairs beyond the pool area and hit the worn path that led past the picnic area.

With most of the others off on a.s.signment-despite his protests, Strike had kept him back for a couple of days on injured reserve-he wasn't expecting to see anyone on the way to the library. He sure as h.e.l.l wasn't expecting to find a standoff out behind the training hall. And certainly not one involving JT and Carlos.

Okay, JT wasn't much of a surprise, really. If there was a fight, he was probably in the middle of it. But Sven knew firsthand how much it took to get Carlos all the way p.i.s.sed off-been there, done that. His winikin was usually dead level no matter what crisis got thrown at him . . . except right now Carlos's face was flushed a dull red and his fists were clenched and even raised a little, like he wanted to haul off and slug the younger man.

”You know it's true,” JT said. ”Just give them some a.s.surances.”

Carlos bared his teeth. ”That's not going to happen.”

”Do you seriously not see how wrong this is?” JTs wave encompa.s.sed the whole of Skywatch.

Sven hesitated, not sure if he should come out from behind the training hall and mediate, or go back around the other way and let them work it out. Although the winikin acted as the Nightkeepers' support staff, and were technically lower than the magi in the hierarchy of Skywatch, by tradition they mostly governed themselves. Problem was, tradition hadn't been hacking it in the nearly a year since their former leader, Jox, had taken off.

The royal winikin had left the compound to help raise Patience and Brandt's twins in hiding, with no connection to the magic, no part in the war. Which had left a power vacuum. The rest of the winikin had done their best to adapt, continuing on in their usual roles and informally voting on group decisions, but they had lost serious momentum. Then the two unbound winikin, JT and his girlfriend, Natalie, had shown up. Natalie didn't have much baggage; she had been an infant when her parents smuggled her out of Skywatch just prior to the Solstice Ma.s.sacre. JT, on the other hand, had been twelve or so. He had escaped ahead of the attack but his parents, key members of the resistance, had been caught and press-ganged into the fight. So it wasn't surprising that he hated the Nightkeepers' caste system with a virulence that bordered on pathological, and that he was calling for some major changes in winikin-land.

So far, Strike had been doing the ”hands off, let them work it out for themselves” thing, but it wasn't getting better as far as Sven could tell. And frankly, he thought JT had a point.

Not that the older winikin-including Carlos-wanted to hear his opinion on that.

Making his move before he could talk himself out of it, Sven continued along the path, then hesitated, feigning surprise. ”Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.”

Carlos frowned. ”How much-” He broke off. ”Did you need something?”

”I was just pa.s.sing through, but I heard a little.” To JT, he said, ”You were talking about other winikin, weren't you? Other unbounds who got out ahead of the attack. Members of the resistance.” Ever since his arrival, JT had said that he didn't know of any other survivors, that he didn't have a clue how to contact them if they were out there. Now, it seemed like he'd been saying one thing to the magi, but something else to the other winikin. Sven pressed, ”You know how to find them, don't you?”

Carlos got in his face. ”Don't repeat that. Don't even breathe it. You owe me that much.” His eyes were cold and hard, making him look like a stranger, and the sudden and unexpected s.h.i.+ft sent Sven back a step.

For all that the two of them had had their problems, most of them stemming from Sven's relations.h.i.+p-friends.h.i.+p-with Carlos's half-human daughter, Cara Liu, Sven had always thought he knew where they stood. Back when he'd lived a treasure hunters vagabond life, he had known that Carlos was p.i.s.sed at him but would be there immediately if there was trouble. Even once they had come to Skywatch and Sven had made the decision to send Cara away, he and Carlos had managed to maintain a functional, if stiff, working relations.h.i.+p. Or so he'd thought. Now, though, he wondered if the two of them had drifted farther than he'd realized.

”I'm on your side,” he said softly to the only father he had ever known.

”Maybe. But that doesn't make this any of your business.”

”It is if it's starting to spill over onto the magi.”

”Which it's not.”

Sven could've listed off a half dozen recent incidents, but he wasn't sure if they were legit complaints or part of the natural equilibration that had been going on at Skywatch ever since Strike first brought his human mate, Leah, into the compound and she started in with ”the winikin aren't your servants-do your own d.a.m.n dishes.” Which somehow sounded far less insulting when she said it, compared to JT. Besides, listing grievances would just embarra.s.s Carlos and p.i.s.s off JT. So instead, he said, ”What about Jox's letter?”

In it, the royal winikin had named the person who should succeed him if the common-consensus experiment didn't work. It could only be opened if the winikin voted on it . . . or if Strike decided their lack of leaders.h.i.+p was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up the war efforts.

JT bared his teeth. ”f.u.c.k that. The new system isn't perfect, but it's a d.a.m.n sight better than using blood or magic as a reason to put one person in charge of another.”

Sven shook his head. ”The old ways have been evolving for the past twenty-six f.u.c.king millennia, all aiming to put us in the best possible position to defend the barrier on the zero date. Maybe you could just, I don't know, go with it for another year?”

”Spoken like a member of the ruling elite,” JT snapped, looking seriously p.i.s.sed now. He waved Sven off. ”Why don't you go do . . . whatever you were going to do?” He paused, eyes narrowing. ”And while you're at it, you might want to make sure that what you're doing is something your own ruling elite would like.”

Sven bristled. ”What's that supposed to mean?”