Skin Game
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I leaned heavily on my staff, and felt fairly proud of myself for not falling over and going to sleep right there.
Michael, I said. Go.
Michael drew his sword and went through first, his eyes wary for any danger.
Anna, I said.
Valmont went through, still carrying her backpack, I noted. It was one of the identical ones that Nicodemus had provided for everyone and that I had ignored. Grey had used a duplicate as his decoy, back at the amphitheater.
My God, Grey said, looking at me. You didnt get any loot? How the hell are you going to pay me?
Think of something, I said.
Grey smirked. I know were in a hurry, but theres something you need to realize.
What?
No one got Binders share, he said. Were all worn pretty raggedand hes got an army of demons he can jump us with. Food for thought. Then he went through the Way.
Oh, I said. Crap.
I just wanted to go have a nice lie-down somewhere. Why was nothing ever simple?
I stepped through the Way and back into the mortal world, and almost instantly I felt better, lighter, more free. Gravity change. I wrenched my head back into the moment, because I had to focus. Nicodemus might be rushing the Way even nowas might a few million furious shades. I didnt think Hades would allow his prisoners to come flooding into the mortal world, but on the other hand, you never know with those types.
At least wrecking the weaving of a spell was easier work than creating it.
Michael, I said. Cover me.
He came to my side, Sword in hand. I turned to the Way, tired to my bones, lifted my staff and muttered, Disperd
And a black shadow hurtled through the Way, hitting me like a truck.
I was watching for trouble and ready. Michael was ready. Either we were both wearier than we realized, or the shadow moved with such speed that neither of us had a chance to react. Or both.
The impact spun me around in a circle and dumped me on the ground with my everything hurting and my elbows tangled with my scapulae.
I jerked my head up blearily, raising my arms in a defensive gesture, to see that the streak of shadow had whooshed to the far end of Marcones vault, to its main door.
Nicodemus rose up out of the swirl of shadow. He looked pale and awful, his eyes sunken with pain, but he held himself straight. His sword was sheathed again, and he still carried the Holy Grail negligently in one hand. Moving with obvious stiffness and pain, he twisted a handle that opened the main door of the vault from the inside. The door swung open when he pushed.
Then he looked directly at me and quite calmly snapped the handle off at its base.
Dresden,Nicodemus said. There was something furious and horrible in his eyesI could see it, even from there. From one father to another, he called. Well played.
I felt my eyes widen. Stop him! I blurted and flung myself to my feet.
Michael started running. Grey blurred toward the far end of the vault, moving at speeds one normally associates with low-flying aircraft.
None of us got there in time to stop Nicodemus from letting out a harsh, bitter laugh, and slamming the huge door closed.
I ran to the other end of the vault anyway, or mostly ran, breathing hard. Anna Valmont stayed beside me, still carrying her tool roll.
God! I said. I tried what was left of the handle, but couldnt get a grip on it. The vault door had locked, shutting us in. I slammed a shoulder against the door, but it wasnt moving, and I wasnt sure I could have blasted it open even if Id been fresh. Michael, did you hear what he said?
I heard, Michael said grimly.
How could he know?
You told him, Michael replied quietly. When you taunted him about Deirdre. You said things only another father would know to say.
I let out a groan, because Michael was right. Once Nicodemus had realized that I was a father, it was not too much of a stretch to identify the dark-haired, dark-eyed little girl who had suddenly appeared at Michaels house, a place that I knew damned well Nicodemus would surveil, even if he couldnt use his pet shadow to do it. And she had appeared there immediately after my insane assault on the Red Court and my apparent death, to boot. It wasnt hard to figure.
Nicodemus might not be able to walk onto Michaels propertybut he had an entire dysfunctional posse of squires with assault rifles and shotguns who could, and he was filled with the pain of losing his daughter.
Maggie was there. So were Michaels children. So was a defenseless archangel.
Hes going to your house, I breathed. Hes going after our families.
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Get back, Anna Valmont said sharply, and knelt to flick her tool roll open on the ground in front of the broken handle. Dresden, get out of my way.
I moved aside and said, Hurry, hurry, hurry.
She started jerking tools out of the roll. I know.
Hurry.
I know.
Cant you just cut it open?
Its a vault door, Dresden, not a bicycle chain, Valmont snapped. She gave Michael an exasperated look and jerked her head toward me.
Michael looked like he wanted to tell her to hurry, too, but he said, Let her work, Harry.
Michael, I said. Go.
Michael drew his sword and went through first, his eyes wary for any danger.
Anna, I said.
Valmont went through, still carrying her backpack, I noted. It was one of the identical ones that Nicodemus had provided for everyone and that I had ignored. Grey had used a duplicate as his decoy, back at the amphitheater.
My God, Grey said, looking at me. You didnt get any loot? How the hell are you going to pay me?
Think of something, I said.
Grey smirked. I know were in a hurry, but theres something you need to realize.
What?
No one got Binders share, he said. Were all worn pretty raggedand hes got an army of demons he can jump us with. Food for thought. Then he went through the Way.
Oh, I said. Crap.
I just wanted to go have a nice lie-down somewhere. Why was nothing ever simple?
I stepped through the Way and back into the mortal world, and almost instantly I felt better, lighter, more free. Gravity change. I wrenched my head back into the moment, because I had to focus. Nicodemus might be rushing the Way even nowas might a few million furious shades. I didnt think Hades would allow his prisoners to come flooding into the mortal world, but on the other hand, you never know with those types.
At least wrecking the weaving of a spell was easier work than creating it.
Michael, I said. Cover me.
He came to my side, Sword in hand. I turned to the Way, tired to my bones, lifted my staff and muttered, Disperd
And a black shadow hurtled through the Way, hitting me like a truck.
I was watching for trouble and ready. Michael was ready. Either we were both wearier than we realized, or the shadow moved with such speed that neither of us had a chance to react. Or both.
The impact spun me around in a circle and dumped me on the ground with my everything hurting and my elbows tangled with my scapulae.
I jerked my head up blearily, raising my arms in a defensive gesture, to see that the streak of shadow had whooshed to the far end of Marcones vault, to its main door.
Nicodemus rose up out of the swirl of shadow. He looked pale and awful, his eyes sunken with pain, but he held himself straight. His sword was sheathed again, and he still carried the Holy Grail negligently in one hand. Moving with obvious stiffness and pain, he twisted a handle that opened the main door of the vault from the inside. The door swung open when he pushed.
Then he looked directly at me and quite calmly snapped the handle off at its base.
Dresden,Nicodemus said. There was something furious and horrible in his eyesI could see it, even from there. From one father to another, he called. Well played.
I felt my eyes widen. Stop him! I blurted and flung myself to my feet.
Michael started running. Grey blurred toward the far end of the vault, moving at speeds one normally associates with low-flying aircraft.
None of us got there in time to stop Nicodemus from letting out a harsh, bitter laugh, and slamming the huge door closed.
I ran to the other end of the vault anyway, or mostly ran, breathing hard. Anna Valmont stayed beside me, still carrying her tool roll.
God! I said. I tried what was left of the handle, but couldnt get a grip on it. The vault door had locked, shutting us in. I slammed a shoulder against the door, but it wasnt moving, and I wasnt sure I could have blasted it open even if Id been fresh. Michael, did you hear what he said?
I heard, Michael said grimly.
How could he know?
You told him, Michael replied quietly. When you taunted him about Deirdre. You said things only another father would know to say.
I let out a groan, because Michael was right. Once Nicodemus had realized that I was a father, it was not too much of a stretch to identify the dark-haired, dark-eyed little girl who had suddenly appeared at Michaels house, a place that I knew damned well Nicodemus would surveil, even if he couldnt use his pet shadow to do it. And she had appeared there immediately after my insane assault on the Red Court and my apparent death, to boot. It wasnt hard to figure.
Nicodemus might not be able to walk onto Michaels propertybut he had an entire dysfunctional posse of squires with assault rifles and shotguns who could, and he was filled with the pain of losing his daughter.
Maggie was there. So were Michaels children. So was a defenseless archangel.
Hes going to your house, I breathed. Hes going after our families.
Forty-eight
Get back, Anna Valmont said sharply, and knelt to flick her tool roll open on the ground in front of the broken handle. Dresden, get out of my way.
I moved aside and said, Hurry, hurry, hurry.
She started jerking tools out of the roll. I know.
Hurry.
I know.
Cant you just cut it open?
Its a vault door, Dresden, not a bicycle chain, Valmont snapped. She gave Michael an exasperated look and jerked her head toward me.
Michael looked like he wanted to tell her to hurry, too, but he said, Let her work, Harry.
