Skin Game
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At the same time, a man appeared, outside the little gate. He was tall and lean with youth, broad-shouldered like a professional swimmer. His features were porcelain-fine. His hair was glossy black and curling, his skin a rich, dark caramel color, and his eyes glittered silver-green. There was no fanfare about his appearance. One moment nothing was there, and the next moment he was.
His presence was as absolute as it was abrupt, as if the light of the street somehow picked him out more clearly, more sharply, than anyone else there. Even if the abrupt cessation of movement in the physical world hadnt been enough to tip me off, I could feel the power in him, radiating from him like light from a star.
Hed appeared to me in many different forms, but there was no possibility of mistaking his presence, his identity.
Mister Sunshine. The archangel Uriel.
His gaze was focused exclusively on Michael, and his expression was anguished.
You need not do this, he said, his voice low, urgent. You have given enough and more than enough already.
Uriel, Michael said, nodding his head deeply. I know.
The angel held up his hand. If you do this, I can take no action to protect you, he said. And this creature will be free to inflict upon you such pain as even you could not imagine.
A sudden, sunny smile lit Michaels face. My friend . . .
Uriel blinked, and rocked slightly, as if the words had struck him with physical force.
. . . thank you, Michael continued. But Im not the Carpenter who set the standard.
Nicodemus tapped Uriel on the shoulder. Excuse me.
The angel turned to him, slowly. His face was resolute, his eyes flat.
You are standing in the way of mortal business, angel, Nicodemus said. Stand aside.
Uriels eyes flickered, and frozen lightning exploded through the clouds overhead, thunder making the standstill sleet-drops quiver.
You make threats? Nicodemus asked, contempt dripping from his voice like blood from a wound. Perhaps you should cut your losses. You are without power in this matter, angel, and we both know it. You can do nothing to me.
And then Nicodemus lifted his left hand and, deliberately, calmly, tensed his forefinger beneath his thumb and flicked it out to tap the end of the angels nose.
Uriels eyes widened, and terrible light gathered around his head and shoulders. Looking at it hurt, burned the eyes, seared my mind with sudden memories of every shameful act Id ever chosen to do, scorched me with the obvious truth of how easy it might have been to make a different choice. The light of Uriels halo banished shadows and averted everyones gaze.
Everyones but Nicodemuss.
Go on, angel, Nicodemus taunted, his shadow swelling and curling in slow, restless motion. Smite me. Visit your wrath upon me. Judge me.
Uriel stared at him. Then theangels gaze went to the shards of Fidelacchius. He closed his eyes for a moment, and turned his face away from the Denarian. The light of his halo flickered and died away. A tear slid down his cheek.
And he stepped aside and began walking away.
Dude! I said in protest. It was getting hard to see through all the red. What the hell kind of angelic protector are you? Do something.
Uriel did not look back.
Now, then, Nicodemus said to Michael. His sword had never ceased pointing at Karrins heart. If I release this pair, you will step through that gate?
Michael nodded once. I will. You have my word.
Nicodemuss eyes glittered. He looked up at the Genoskwa and nodded, and suddenly I was on the ground, untouched, with the giant thing looming over me. The shaggy, hulking creature stared at Uriel with hateful eyes, but then that feral gaze flickered up to the house, and around the yard, skipping from point to point, and looking at something that I couldnt see. The blood rushed back and forth through my head, pounding hard, and though Winter held the pain at bay, my vision pulsed darker and lighter with every heartbeat.
Go on, Dresden, Nicodemus said. Take her inside.
It took me a couple of tries to get to my feet, but I did it, stuffed my revolver back into my dusters pocket, and shambled over to Karrin.
She was in bad shape, obviously in severe pain. When I picked her up, she would have screamed if shed had the breath. Michael opened the gate for me, and I carried her through it, into the yard, then put her down as carefully as I could on the grass.
Uriel, meanwhile, had gone to Butterss side. He crouched down and shook him. Butters started awake and sat up, rubbing at his head.
Uriel spoke to him in a low, intent voice, nodding toward the house. Butters swallowed, his eyes the size of teacups, and nodded. Then he got up and half ran around the house, into the backyard.
Uriel gave me an intent look.
Time, said a voice in my head. Get me a little time.
Ive kept my word, Nicodemus said to Michael. Now its your tur
The hell you have, I spat. You just ordered your goon to kill me. Youve broken your contract with Mab.
Nicodemus shifted his gaze to me and looked amused. That? he said. Goodness, Dresden, can you not recognize a ploy when you see one?
What ploy? I demanded.
I needed to put a little pressure on Miss Murphy, he said. But you were never in any actual danger. Do you honestly think it would take the Genoskwa more than a few seconds to crack even a skull so thick as yours? He smiled widely, clearly enjoying himself. Why, it was no more an attempt to kill you than was your participation in the chase of the little doctor a betrayal of Mabs word that you would aid me.
His presence was as absolute as it was abrupt, as if the light of the street somehow picked him out more clearly, more sharply, than anyone else there. Even if the abrupt cessation of movement in the physical world hadnt been enough to tip me off, I could feel the power in him, radiating from him like light from a star.
Hed appeared to me in many different forms, but there was no possibility of mistaking his presence, his identity.
Mister Sunshine. The archangel Uriel.
His gaze was focused exclusively on Michael, and his expression was anguished.
You need not do this, he said, his voice low, urgent. You have given enough and more than enough already.
Uriel, Michael said, nodding his head deeply. I know.
The angel held up his hand. If you do this, I can take no action to protect you, he said. And this creature will be free to inflict upon you such pain as even you could not imagine.
A sudden, sunny smile lit Michaels face. My friend . . .
Uriel blinked, and rocked slightly, as if the words had struck him with physical force.
. . . thank you, Michael continued. But Im not the Carpenter who set the standard.
Nicodemus tapped Uriel on the shoulder. Excuse me.
The angel turned to him, slowly. His face was resolute, his eyes flat.
You are standing in the way of mortal business, angel, Nicodemus said. Stand aside.
Uriels eyes flickered, and frozen lightning exploded through the clouds overhead, thunder making the standstill sleet-drops quiver.
You make threats? Nicodemus asked, contempt dripping from his voice like blood from a wound. Perhaps you should cut your losses. You are without power in this matter, angel, and we both know it. You can do nothing to me.
And then Nicodemus lifted his left hand and, deliberately, calmly, tensed his forefinger beneath his thumb and flicked it out to tap the end of the angels nose.
Uriels eyes widened, and terrible light gathered around his head and shoulders. Looking at it hurt, burned the eyes, seared my mind with sudden memories of every shameful act Id ever chosen to do, scorched me with the obvious truth of how easy it might have been to make a different choice. The light of Uriels halo banished shadows and averted everyones gaze.
Everyones but Nicodemuss.
Go on, angel, Nicodemus taunted, his shadow swelling and curling in slow, restless motion. Smite me. Visit your wrath upon me. Judge me.
Uriel stared at him. Then theangels gaze went to the shards of Fidelacchius. He closed his eyes for a moment, and turned his face away from the Denarian. The light of his halo flickered and died away. A tear slid down his cheek.
And he stepped aside and began walking away.
Dude! I said in protest. It was getting hard to see through all the red. What the hell kind of angelic protector are you? Do something.
Uriel did not look back.
Now, then, Nicodemus said to Michael. His sword had never ceased pointing at Karrins heart. If I release this pair, you will step through that gate?
Michael nodded once. I will. You have my word.
Nicodemuss eyes glittered. He looked up at the Genoskwa and nodded, and suddenly I was on the ground, untouched, with the giant thing looming over me. The shaggy, hulking creature stared at Uriel with hateful eyes, but then that feral gaze flickered up to the house, and around the yard, skipping from point to point, and looking at something that I couldnt see. The blood rushed back and forth through my head, pounding hard, and though Winter held the pain at bay, my vision pulsed darker and lighter with every heartbeat.
Go on, Dresden, Nicodemus said. Take her inside.
It took me a couple of tries to get to my feet, but I did it, stuffed my revolver back into my dusters pocket, and shambled over to Karrin.
She was in bad shape, obviously in severe pain. When I picked her up, she would have screamed if shed had the breath. Michael opened the gate for me, and I carried her through it, into the yard, then put her down as carefully as I could on the grass.
Uriel, meanwhile, had gone to Butterss side. He crouched down and shook him. Butters started awake and sat up, rubbing at his head.
Uriel spoke to him in a low, intent voice, nodding toward the house. Butters swallowed, his eyes the size of teacups, and nodded. Then he got up and half ran around the house, into the backyard.
Uriel gave me an intent look.
Time, said a voice in my head. Get me a little time.
Ive kept my word, Nicodemus said to Michael. Now its your tur
The hell you have, I spat. You just ordered your goon to kill me. Youve broken your contract with Mab.
Nicodemus shifted his gaze to me and looked amused. That? he said. Goodness, Dresden, can you not recognize a ploy when you see one?
What ploy? I demanded.
I needed to put a little pressure on Miss Murphy, he said. But you were never in any actual danger. Do you honestly think it would take the Genoskwa more than a few seconds to crack even a skull so thick as yours? He smiled widely, clearly enjoying himself. Why, it was no more an attempt to kill you than was your participation in the chase of the little doctor a betrayal of Mabs word that you would aid me.
