The bang of the handgun seemed too small, and I knew before the bullet left the muzzle that it was going to be true. I had no time. My eyes closed and I wished it had happened some other way. Energy tingled, but I couldn’t set a circle. Not without being connected to a line. He’d won. The bastard had won.
With a familiar furp-ping, the bullet glanced off a bubble and buried itself in the wall.
I tensed, feeling nothing but the sensation of tingles over my skin. My heart thudded in the new silence, and I opened my eyes. Someone had saved me. Trent?
But it hadn’t been him. My lips parted. Cormel tried to move and I instinctively tightened my grip, shoving the handgun into him harder. A faint haze hung before me like a bubble, but it wasn’t the expected red-tinted ever-after with shades of an aura, but a milky white.
Shit. The mystics.
Panicked, I looked at Trent. His face was pale as he struggled in the grip of two vampires.
“How . . . !” Landon sputtered, the papers scattered before him forgotten. “You don’t have a familiar!”
I swallowed hard, my grip on Cormel tightening. “Yeah, how about that.” Everything I’d been working for to get the demons to survive was gone. Even they wouldn’t listen to me now. Not with mystics swarming through me.
“She must have taken a familiar,” Cormel said. He had me on weight, but the gun beside his eye kept him still.
“That’s right,” I lied, and Trent shook off the goons on him. “You there. Put the paperwork on the desk.”
“This won’t change anything,” Landon said. He was right, but I wasn’t leaving without Ivy.
“Get Ivy in here!” I shouted. “Now!”
No one moved. “You’re just going to have to kill me, Morgan,” Cormel said, and it was starting to look like a good option.
Trent tensed as my finger tightened. It wouldn’t take much. The world would be a better place. “Rachel! Don’t!” Trent called out, and I looked at him, unbelieving.
“Why not?” I asked, watching Cormel’s eyes dilate in fear.
“This isn’t who you are,” Trent said, shaking off the hands holding him.
“How do you know?” I shouted, and the whispers from the hall grew loud. “I already let one sniveling excuse for a person live because you asked me to. Maybe this is who I am! Huh? Maybe I’m just a murdering bastard and you don’t know it! Why should I be any different from you? Why!”
I swear I saw a drop of sweat trickle down Cormel’s neck. He wasn’t breathing, terrified.
For three long seconds Trent thought about that. Head dropping for an instant, his eyes rose to find mine. The enormity of the past two days was on him, heavy and thick. “You’re right,” he said softly. “Do what you want.”
Cormel’s eyes closed to hide the fear and hope that I might shoot him dead and end it all.
Son of a bitch, this isn’t who I am. Crying out in frustration, I shoved Cormel away from me. I never saw him hit the floor as someone flew at me, tackling me around the waist and sending me down.
“It’s yours, it’s yours!” I shouted as one sat on me and spun my arm around behind my back and another wrenched my wrist until I let go of the handgun.
“Get her off the floor!” Cormel bellowed, and I was yanked to my feet again. Like a huge cat, the master vampire paced before the desk, his fear just under the surface. Landon was a hunched shadow gathering his precious paperwork as if it was diamonds in a mine. But I couldn’t look away from Trent, strapped and standing with a defiant gleam in his eye and a cut under his cheekbone. His suit was rumpled but the only fear in him was directed at me. He knew the mystics were working in me. I was a loaded gun.
“You going to kill me now?” I said. “And you wonder why you walk into the sun when you find your soul.” The soft sound of Landon shuffling papers almost made me sick, and I stared at Cormel defiantly when he jerked to a stop.
“Don’t harm her,” he said, pointing, and my arm was wrenched back until I saw stars. “Put her in a box. One that has holes so she can breathe. Kalamack . . .”
His voice whispered to nothing, and my breath caught when I realized Trent didn’t have the same value I did. My lip curled and I pulled the mystic energy together enough to make my hair begin to float. If he made one move to hurt Trent, it was going to start back up, and this time I wasn’t going to hold back.
Cormel’s lips were pressed tight as he looked from me to Trent and back again. “Put them both in a box,” he said. “Kill his horse, though.”
Trent didn’t move as two vampires literally lifted his feet from the floor.
“Which one is his?” one of them asked, and Cormel looked at me in disgust.
“I don’t know. Kill them all.”
“Cormel—” Trent said, his voice cutting off when one of the vampires hit him.
Cormel turned his spilled coffee cup upright. “I’ll get my soul, Morgan. One way or another.”
“Yeah?” I managed before we were pushed into the hallway, my boots and Trent’s dress shoes clinking among the shards of safety glass. We had two vampires each holding us, and though I could do magic, Trent would suffer if I did.
“Hey, Trent,” I said as we were shoved past the onlookers and to the elevators again. “Was this about what you wanted?”
“Apart from his killing my horses, yes. Cormel now realizes he needs me.”
We were at the elevators, and I looked at him, wondering how big this box was going to be. “Needs you? For what?”
His eye was beginning to swell, and he smiled as the doors opened and they muscled us in. “To keep you from killing him, of course.”
Chapter 21
As cells went, it was one of the more spacious lockups that I’d been in. I didn’t think it was one of the usual I.S. cells, though I could be wrong—it would be a mistake to lock the undead in a standard bar-and-cot five-by-eight. The fifteen-by-fifteen room had a toilet behind an opaque screen and a pedestal sink. There was even a mirror over it, cemented into the flat gray walls. I hadn’t decided yet if it was a two-way or not, and by now, I didn’t care.
There was one cot, which Trent was stretched out on with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. One gray blanket and a thin, sad excuse for a pillow was all they had given us. I didn’t mind sharing such a tight space with Trent, but I was beginning to have issues with us being down here at all, even if it was nicer than that damp HAPA cell under the museum, or the soft gray nothing of the demon lockup, or even the rat cage Trent had kept me in for a few days.