Magic Shifts
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“What the hell are you talking about?”
Lago grinned. “That’s the right kind of attitude. Water under the bridge.” He waved his arm as if tossing an invisible baseball. “Whoosh, gone and forgotten.”
Okay. An important chunk of my memory was definitely missing.
“So where is your guy?”
“At home.”
“Oooh. Out on the town by yourself.” He nodded. “I like it. Come on, I’ll treat you to a couple of spins on the roulette wheel.”
“Can you afford to gamble, Lago?”
He reached into his jacket. It looked brand-new. New pants, too. New boots. Lago pulled out a wad of cash held together with a rubber band and held it up between his index and middle finger. “I’m flush.”
I could almost remember it. I could feel the tail end of a memory squirming somewhere just outside my reach. “You got a rich uncle I don’t know about?”
“Nahh. I’m a self-made man. So what do you say, Kate? Let me show you a good time. Your guy doesn’t have to know.”
Lago had some serious balls.
“Sorry,” I told him. “I’m meeting someone here in a couple of minutes and then I’m going home.”
Lago pondered it. “You know, you’re right. Why go in there? Too many people. Let’s go for a drive instead. I always thought you were hot, Kate. Mmm, legs.”
And we had gone straight into creepy territory. I really didn’t want to break his arms. “No.”
“No?”
“Move on, Lago.”
He smiled at me. “Well, shoot. I guess I’ll have to do it the other way. I want this one.”
Magic clamped me, trying to pull me forward. Overwhelming, catastrophic power squeezed me. An alien intelligence brushed against me. Every hair on the back of my neck rose. I dropped my shields and pushed back. My legs shook from the strain. I couldn’t cry out. I had no voice. It was taking everything I had to not move.
Lago made a come-here motion with his hand. “Car, car, car. Quickly now.”
A sleek silver convertible slid from the shadows, completely silent.
Lago swung the door open. “In you go.”
The magic squeezed, grinding me. It was streaming from Lago, but it wasn’t his magic. He was merely a shell, an anchor for something ancient and powerful with a familiar flavor. We’d just had a chat in Biohazard’s dumping ground.
So here you are, precious. Didn’t wait long.
The power pressed on me, demanding compliance. Strong. So strong. I clenched my teeth and pushed back. The ifrit’s magic recoiled slightly, shocked at the resistance.
That’s right, punk. Try me. I’m coming for you.
The power clamped me, harder and harder. I concentrated on lifting my hand. Lago must’ve gotten hold of whatever shiny thing the giant wore in his ear. Oh, you stupid fool. Never bargain with beings you don’t understand.
“I said, I want this one,” Lago said. “What’s the matter with you?”
The power squeezed, trying to pull me off my feet.
I’m going to kill you. I’m coming for you and I will kill you.
My hand crept up, ever so slowly, as if I were swimming through cooling tar. It felt like my muscles tore and snapped off my bones one by one. The presence behind the spell threw all of its weight against me. My magic and its magic ground and clashed like two swords locked against each other.
My hand was almost to Sarrat’s hilt. Another inch and I am so there. Sorry, Lago. Take out the anchor and the ship will drift away.
“Kate?” Rowena walked up to us.
Lago stroked his chin. “Oh my God. No offense, Kate. Forget that one, let’s take this one instead.”
Rowena’s face went slack. The magic vanished. I flew backward twenty-five feet and landed on my ass on the pavement. It took me half a second to roll to my feet. The car was already speeding away into the night, Rowena in the passenger seat, her eyes blank.
I sprinted after the convertible.
A vampire barreled into me, knocking me off my feet. We rolled and it landed on top of me, red eyes burning. The massive mouth unhinged an inch from my face, the twin fangs like sickles in the moonlight.
“Do not move!” A navigator barked in my ear. “Identify yourself.”
I punched the bloodsucker in the head. “You moron. He’s kidnapping your Master of the Dead. Get the hell off me. Get Ghastek! Tell him an old power took Rowena. Move, damn you!”
For a moment the vampire froze.
The gates of the white minarets above me opened wide and vampires rained onto the pavement.
Lago grinned. “That’s the right kind of attitude. Water under the bridge.” He waved his arm as if tossing an invisible baseball. “Whoosh, gone and forgotten.”
Okay. An important chunk of my memory was definitely missing.
“So where is your guy?”
“At home.”
“Oooh. Out on the town by yourself.” He nodded. “I like it. Come on, I’ll treat you to a couple of spins on the roulette wheel.”
“Can you afford to gamble, Lago?”
He reached into his jacket. It looked brand-new. New pants, too. New boots. Lago pulled out a wad of cash held together with a rubber band and held it up between his index and middle finger. “I’m flush.”
I could almost remember it. I could feel the tail end of a memory squirming somewhere just outside my reach. “You got a rich uncle I don’t know about?”
“Nahh. I’m a self-made man. So what do you say, Kate? Let me show you a good time. Your guy doesn’t have to know.”
Lago had some serious balls.
“Sorry,” I told him. “I’m meeting someone here in a couple of minutes and then I’m going home.”
Lago pondered it. “You know, you’re right. Why go in there? Too many people. Let’s go for a drive instead. I always thought you were hot, Kate. Mmm, legs.”
And we had gone straight into creepy territory. I really didn’t want to break his arms. “No.”
“No?”
“Move on, Lago.”
He smiled at me. “Well, shoot. I guess I’ll have to do it the other way. I want this one.”
Magic clamped me, trying to pull me forward. Overwhelming, catastrophic power squeezed me. An alien intelligence brushed against me. Every hair on the back of my neck rose. I dropped my shields and pushed back. My legs shook from the strain. I couldn’t cry out. I had no voice. It was taking everything I had to not move.
Lago made a come-here motion with his hand. “Car, car, car. Quickly now.”
A sleek silver convertible slid from the shadows, completely silent.
Lago swung the door open. “In you go.”
The magic squeezed, grinding me. It was streaming from Lago, but it wasn’t his magic. He was merely a shell, an anchor for something ancient and powerful with a familiar flavor. We’d just had a chat in Biohazard’s dumping ground.
So here you are, precious. Didn’t wait long.
The power pressed on me, demanding compliance. Strong. So strong. I clenched my teeth and pushed back. The ifrit’s magic recoiled slightly, shocked at the resistance.
That’s right, punk. Try me. I’m coming for you.
The power clamped me, harder and harder. I concentrated on lifting my hand. Lago must’ve gotten hold of whatever shiny thing the giant wore in his ear. Oh, you stupid fool. Never bargain with beings you don’t understand.
“I said, I want this one,” Lago said. “What’s the matter with you?”
The power squeezed, trying to pull me off my feet.
I’m going to kill you. I’m coming for you and I will kill you.
My hand crept up, ever so slowly, as if I were swimming through cooling tar. It felt like my muscles tore and snapped off my bones one by one. The presence behind the spell threw all of its weight against me. My magic and its magic ground and clashed like two swords locked against each other.
My hand was almost to Sarrat’s hilt. Another inch and I am so there. Sorry, Lago. Take out the anchor and the ship will drift away.
“Kate?” Rowena walked up to us.
Lago stroked his chin. “Oh my God. No offense, Kate. Forget that one, let’s take this one instead.”
Rowena’s face went slack. The magic vanished. I flew backward twenty-five feet and landed on my ass on the pavement. It took me half a second to roll to my feet. The car was already speeding away into the night, Rowena in the passenger seat, her eyes blank.
I sprinted after the convertible.
A vampire barreled into me, knocking me off my feet. We rolled and it landed on top of me, red eyes burning. The massive mouth unhinged an inch from my face, the twin fangs like sickles in the moonlight.
“Do not move!” A navigator barked in my ear. “Identify yourself.”
I punched the bloodsucker in the head. “You moron. He’s kidnapping your Master of the Dead. Get the hell off me. Get Ghastek! Tell him an old power took Rowena. Move, damn you!”
For a moment the vampire froze.
The gates of the white minarets above me opened wide and vampires rained onto the pavement.
