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Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(38)
Author: K.F. Breene

“I got the kill shot,” Garret said, wiggling his pointer finger like the captain had a book out and was writing in it. “Did you hear me, captain?”

“Explode him, Penny. He’s earned it,” Reagan said, shaking her head and turning toward the cars.

Garret flinched and jogged backward, his wide eyes on me.

The guy was extremely annoying, no doubt about it, but my dog wasn’t in this fight.

I turned and hurried up to Reagan. “You intentionally didn’t engage? When that thing was chasing me?”

“Well, I would’ve engaged at first, but you ran away from me. I figured that meant you wanted a little more time. So I gave you a little more time. Then I thought it would overtake you, but I would have needed to get closer to use my magic. By then, you were running away from me again. Honestly, if you need help, running away from your partner isn’t the best idea.”

“Hindsight.”

She scoffed. “Well, anyway, by the time I was thinking about helping again, you were facing it. Great work, by the way. Why didn’t you kill it, though? That would’ve been easier than trapping it. And we wouldn’t have had to deal with this nonsense.”

“It didn’t feel right.”

“Then why not just banish it and let the other side of the veil sort it out?”

“What?”

She turned to me with a confused expression before a look of understanding crossed her face. “Ah. Right. You didn’t know that bit. My bad.”

28

“Is this why you don’t have partners? Because you only give them enough information to get themselves killed?” I asked, amazingly calm in the car on the ride back to Reagan’s house.

Reagan hadn’t even waited to give the others a proper farewell. She’d walked straight to the car, gotten in, and taken off.

“I usually don’t have partners because they are ineffective, and I need to do a better job of hiding my magic. But you’re basically in the crew now, and are quite hilarious to watch, so I’d consider adopting you.”

“No thanks. And I still don’t know a thing about your magic.”

“You say that now, but wait until you get even a little more experience and miss the thrill of making shit up. You’ll definitely want to be my partner to keep things interesting. And you know plenty about my magic. We train together, for feck’s sake. You’re just slow at piecing things together.”

“How am I slow?” I asked, outraged. “I know next to nothing about the magical world, and while you tell me plenty about your magical issues, none of you have told me squat about your actual magic. Or even what sort of magical person you are. Or anything!”

“You’d make a terrible detective.”

“You’re a terrible…” I grasped for something witty.

“What’s that?” she badgered, grinning at me. “Was there a cutdown coming?”

“Shut up,” I muttered, looking out the window. My palms itched and a strange expectancy filled me. “Something this way comes.”

“What is it?”

“I guess you’re not the only one with secrets.” I didn’t mention that I didn’t know the answers to my own hazy, vague premonitions. She’d just have more ammo to make fun of me. “What’s the end game here, anyway? What happens when I learn to use my magic effectively?”

“I have no idea. The big-picture stuff is Darius’s department. For the short term, I think we’re just training you up until the Guild comes for you, then we’ll band together to wipe them out. Ain’t none of that welcome in my town. Hell no. Any organization that allows innocents to be skinned to call demons needs to be ripped out at the root. I’ll make them rue the day they decided to come here looking for you.”

Reagan was referring to the case I’d helped them with in Seattle a couple months or so after the storming of the Guild compound. The mages in question had been skinning people alive to call demons into the world. It was disgusting and completely wrong, but the Guild was capable of so much worse, including killing their own members and hiding the evidence.

“So I’m stuck with you for days on end until the Guild organizes enough to kill me,” I said dismally, watching the run-down neighborhood roll by.

“They won’t kill you, no. They’ll capture you. They’ll trap you in their facility, torture you into compliance, and then slowly indoctrinate you to support their sick agenda for power and dominance. Sounds like a hoot!” We turned the corner onto our street. A moment later, Reagan tapped the brake. “Ah crap.”

She pulled over to the side of the road, down the street from her house. The man I’d met the night before, No Good Mikey, sat on some steps, watching us pull in.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, ripping my eyes forward but not seeing anything other than the large, beat-up van parked in front of us.

“I should’ve answered that call.” Reagan fished her phone out of her fanny pack before getting out of the car. I followed suit, clueless about what was happening. All I knew was that if Reagan was nervous, I’d better get ready to run.

“You gotta stop bringing that car around here,” Mikey said as Reagan walked over to him. “It’s drawing too much attention.”

“Yeah, I know.” Reagan studied her phone. “I just like driving it.”

“No shit, but unless you move to a different spot, that thing does not fit in.”

I finally got a glimpse down the street, but nothing appeared to be out of place. Until I scanned the parked cars.

“Crap.” I ducked into the shadows next to some random person’s stairs. “Why are they here?”

Reagan had the phone to her ear. “Callie wanted to check on us. When I wouldn’t call her back, she said she was coming over.”

“Oh yeah, that ol’ broad came over, all right,” Mikey said, grimacing. “She was all up in my face about where the fuck you were. I said I didn’t know. That didn’t go well. I had to get out.”

“It’s fine.” Reagan shrugged. “We can say we went out to eat.”

Mikey turned to look at me. “She looks a mess.”

I patted my hair and palmed my clothes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?”

“You look like you’ve been through hell and need to find a darkened closet, a bottle of wine, and some alone time, that’s what you look like. Had a rough night?”

“I mean…” I shrugged, straightening my top. “Just running for my life, is all.”

He grunted and nodded. Apparently that squared with his impression.

“Good point.” Reagan tapped on the banister. “I’ll say I took her to the warehouse to train. Or to a park. Or something.”

“Might as well just come clean. It’s always worse when they catch you lying.” Mikey sucked his teeth. “And she’ll catch you, mark my words. She’ll keep picking until you’ll want to pull your fucking eyes out of their sockets.”

“Gracious,” I muttered. This guy was really colorful.

Reagan blew out a breath. “We need to face the music. Come on, Penny, let’s get in the car. And put your battle face on. You look like you’re about to get a whipping.”

“You better hope that’s all you get from that broad.” Mikey shook his head. “She’s crazy.”

“She hasn’t given a blood offering to the ward,” I said with a sinking stomach as I sat into the car. “She will have had to stand around outside. She hates that.”

“I realize that,” Reagan said. “There’s nothing for it, though. The longer we put it off, the worse it’s going to be.”

She revved the engine as she prepared to pull into her spot in front of her house. There stood Callie and Dizzy, right by the steps, arguing about something. Probably how to find us, kill us, and feed us to snakes or something.

As Reagan pulled in, electricity sizzled up my arms before sinking into my body, an energizing, delicious hum that immediately stabilized the magic zinging through me.

I sucked in a startled breath, eyes wide, knowing exactly when I’d last felt that way.

“What’s wrong?” Reagan said, parking but not turning off the car. Or unlocking it.

Callie and Dizzy were looking in at us, one with thunder clouds rolling across her face, and the other with a brow furrowed with concern, probably at the tongue lashing we were about to get.

On the other side of the steps, standing in the shadows with his hands in his pockets, was the man who had walked away. Who’d told me to move on.

He’d come back.

“Who’s that beyond my stairs?” Reagan asked. “He’s a big dude. He can handle himself in a fight, I can tell.” A surge of her magic filled the car.

“Emery,” I whispered. “The Rogue Natural.”

She gave a long, low whistle. “Are you sure he’s not a vampire?”

“Of course I’m sure. Why?”

“Because he is a looker. Am I going to like him or hate him?”

“I don’t care.”

She flinched away from me with a giant smile. “Oooh, he’s good for you. I suspect I’m going to like him. Come on, let’s go meet Romeo.”

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