Skin Game
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He sat down on the arm of the couch, frowning.
I think this will hurt the least if one person carries her, Butters said.
Right, I said, rising, and wobbled as the blood rushed to my head.
Harry, Michael said, and pushed gently in front of me. He went over to Karrin and adjusted the couch to give him room to stand in front of her. He passed Butters a set of car keys.
Its her left arm and leg that are hurt, Butters said. Carry her right side against you and try to support her left knee.
Ill be careful, Michael said, and lifted her gently, keeping her wrapped in the blankets. He didnt seem to have any trouble doing it. I mean, he didnt look like hed gained muscle or anything, but his strength was certainly that of the Knight I remembered, and not of the lame contractor and Little League softball coach hed been lately.
Karrin let out a soft sound of pain, and closed her eyes, breathing with steady, disciplined rhythm through her nose.
Right, right, Butters said. Hed discarded his pack before, but he recovered it now, as we went outside and loaded Karrin into Michaels white pickup truck.
We got her in and buckled up, though she was obviously fighting the pain. Michael hurried back inside, out of the sleet. She opened her eyes once and gave me a little smile.
Sorry, she said, that I wont be there to watch your back.
You did fine, I said. Well make sure youve got cover.
Worry about yourselves, she said. I can make some calls. Michaels a good man, but he doesnt always see things coming.
I bit my lip for a second, trying to decide if I should say anything. I decided not to. If she didnt know what was coming up, she couldnt possibly tip off anyone that I already knew part of what Nicodemus was up to.
I need to work on my poker face. She looked at my expression and smiled with one side of her mouth. Need-to-know. I get it, Harry. She struggled to free her right hand from the blankets, so that she could put it on mine and squeeze. Make the sucker punch count.
I winked at her. Ill come see you soon.
Youd better, she said.
Butters slammed the drivers-side door and brought the truck to life with a smooth rumble of V8 engine. He turned the heaters all the way up, first thing, and double-checked Karrins seat belt. Then he adjusted the mirrors, muttered something about the truck being the size of a house, and said to me, Close it up. Ill get you word as soon as I know anything.
I nodded and said, Thanks, Butters.
He grimaced and said, Thank me when I save your life.
Youve donethat already, I said. Back in the museum.
So were even?
Once youve made that swap, you dont keep counting, man, I said. Drive safe.
I closed the door carefully, and watched Butters back the truck out onto the icy street. He put it into the lowest gear, and the tires crunched slowly down the street as he drove away.
Hed been out of the driveway for maybe twenty seconds when a flickering stream of campfire sparks came soaring down out of a nearby tree and through the windshield of the truckBob, returning to the skull still in Butterss backpack.
I watched until they were gone. Then I hurriedly cleaned up the scene, fake rocket launcher, Sword-shards, sheath, hilt, and shell casings all, and hurried back inside.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. For a second, I was alone.
I missed Karrin already. Logically, I knew that she probably wasnt in any immediate danger from Nicodemus and company, but some irrational part of me wanted to be the one who drove her to the hospital, terrified the doctors into perfection, and watched over her when she could finally sleep.
Shed looked so small like that, with her wet hair plastered down, swaddled in blankets.
And she wouldnt have been that way if I hadnt invited her along for the ride.
I mean, yeah, logically, I hadnt been the one to hurt her. Nicodemus had done that. But there was a great, seething tide of anger somewhere behind the walls of my mind, absolute fury that she had come to harm, and since it had no handy targets to crash upon, some stupid part of my brain had decided that I would do.
And now I was going to drag Michael into my mess as well. And if he got put in a compromising position the way Karrin had, the consequences might be significantly more severe.
And all because Id been weak, and cut a deal with Mab.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand on my own two feet again.
What was done was done. There was no point in tearing myself to shreds over itespecially since indulging in that kind of self-flagellation would not help me protect Michael or stop Nicodemus from obtaining one of the most powerful holy relics in the world.
There would be plenty of time to beat myself up laterassuming I lived long enough to do it.
Focus on the task at hand, Harry. Sort the rest out when you have time.
Yeah, sure. But isnt that the kind of thinking that got me into this mess in the first place?
I was trying to learn to play the game a few more moves ahead than I had in the past. Part of that had been keeping Karrin in the dark about what I had in mind for Nicodemus and company. But, man, that game was hard to play.
Bleak thoughts. I was roused from them by feet on the stairs. I looked up.
I think this will hurt the least if one person carries her, Butters said.
Right, I said, rising, and wobbled as the blood rushed to my head.
Harry, Michael said, and pushed gently in front of me. He went over to Karrin and adjusted the couch to give him room to stand in front of her. He passed Butters a set of car keys.
Its her left arm and leg that are hurt, Butters said. Carry her right side against you and try to support her left knee.
Ill be careful, Michael said, and lifted her gently, keeping her wrapped in the blankets. He didnt seem to have any trouble doing it. I mean, he didnt look like hed gained muscle or anything, but his strength was certainly that of the Knight I remembered, and not of the lame contractor and Little League softball coach hed been lately.
Karrin let out a soft sound of pain, and closed her eyes, breathing with steady, disciplined rhythm through her nose.
Right, right, Butters said. Hed discarded his pack before, but he recovered it now, as we went outside and loaded Karrin into Michaels white pickup truck.
We got her in and buckled up, though she was obviously fighting the pain. Michael hurried back inside, out of the sleet. She opened her eyes once and gave me a little smile.
Sorry, she said, that I wont be there to watch your back.
You did fine, I said. Well make sure youve got cover.
Worry about yourselves, she said. I can make some calls. Michaels a good man, but he doesnt always see things coming.
I bit my lip for a second, trying to decide if I should say anything. I decided not to. If she didnt know what was coming up, she couldnt possibly tip off anyone that I already knew part of what Nicodemus was up to.
I need to work on my poker face. She looked at my expression and smiled with one side of her mouth. Need-to-know. I get it, Harry. She struggled to free her right hand from the blankets, so that she could put it on mine and squeeze. Make the sucker punch count.
I winked at her. Ill come see you soon.
Youd better, she said.
Butters slammed the drivers-side door and brought the truck to life with a smooth rumble of V8 engine. He turned the heaters all the way up, first thing, and double-checked Karrins seat belt. Then he adjusted the mirrors, muttered something about the truck being the size of a house, and said to me, Close it up. Ill get you word as soon as I know anything.
I nodded and said, Thanks, Butters.
He grimaced and said, Thank me when I save your life.
Youve donethat already, I said. Back in the museum.
So were even?
Once youve made that swap, you dont keep counting, man, I said. Drive safe.
I closed the door carefully, and watched Butters back the truck out onto the icy street. He put it into the lowest gear, and the tires crunched slowly down the street as he drove away.
Hed been out of the driveway for maybe twenty seconds when a flickering stream of campfire sparks came soaring down out of a nearby tree and through the windshield of the truckBob, returning to the skull still in Butterss backpack.
I watched until they were gone. Then I hurriedly cleaned up the scene, fake rocket launcher, Sword-shards, sheath, hilt, and shell casings all, and hurried back inside.
I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. For a second, I was alone.
I missed Karrin already. Logically, I knew that she probably wasnt in any immediate danger from Nicodemus and company, but some irrational part of me wanted to be the one who drove her to the hospital, terrified the doctors into perfection, and watched over her when she could finally sleep.
Shed looked so small like that, with her wet hair plastered down, swaddled in blankets.
And she wouldnt have been that way if I hadnt invited her along for the ride.
I mean, yeah, logically, I hadnt been the one to hurt her. Nicodemus had done that. But there was a great, seething tide of anger somewhere behind the walls of my mind, absolute fury that she had come to harm, and since it had no handy targets to crash upon, some stupid part of my brain had decided that I would do.
And now I was going to drag Michael into my mess as well. And if he got put in a compromising position the way Karrin had, the consequences might be significantly more severe.
And all because Id been weak, and cut a deal with Mab.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand on my own two feet again.
What was done was done. There was no point in tearing myself to shreds over itespecially since indulging in that kind of self-flagellation would not help me protect Michael or stop Nicodemus from obtaining one of the most powerful holy relics in the world.
There would be plenty of time to beat myself up laterassuming I lived long enough to do it.
Focus on the task at hand, Harry. Sort the rest out when you have time.
Yeah, sure. But isnt that the kind of thinking that got me into this mess in the first place?
I was trying to learn to play the game a few more moves ahead than I had in the past. Part of that had been keeping Karrin in the dark about what I had in mind for Nicodemus and company. But, man, that game was hard to play.
Bleak thoughts. I was roused from them by feet on the stairs. I looked up.
