The Witch With No Name
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Trent shifted his grip on me before taking the shallow stairs up, his jolting pace making my leg throb even more. No. I think they got out before all this.
I cant see fairy farts, Jenks complained. Rache, its my wings that dont work, not my brain. Put me on your shoulder, will you?
Someone pointed us out to Edden and he grimaced before turning away again. It wasnt a promising start. You sure you can hold on?
Hell yes, the pixy grumbled, and I carefully shifted him. Im not going to yell at Edden from your hand.
I know how you feel, I said, glancing at Trent. Ah, I appreciate this, but
You will sit where I put you and not move, he said as he pushed his way through the milling uniforms and into the informal bar area. Scuse me. Pardon! he said loudly, finally setting me on one of the bar stools. It was about the right height, but I almost lost my breakfast at the pain when Trent moved someones satchel off the adjacent stool and lifted my leg onto it.
Edden, I called, and the mans ears went red. Edden! I called louder, and his shoulders hunched. I debated sliding down and hobbling over, but Trent gestured for me to stay, needing to turn sideways to slip through the crowd to reach him.
This sucks, Jenks complained from my shoulder, and I waved at Edden when he looked at me after Trent shook his hand. The officers he was talking to broke up, and the short, graying, and overworked FIB captain reluctantly came over, hands in his pockets.
Edden, did you see Ivy and Nina? I asked even before he got close.
Edden glanced at the big glass doors, clearly worried. I saw them into the ambulance myself, he said, then sent his gaze over my bleeding leg, Jenks sitting on my shoulder, and then Trent. Al said you were going to try and stop Landon. He pulled himself straighter, looking over the crowd. Paramedic! Ive got a non-life-threatening GSW!
Gee, thanks, I said, trying to smile. Al, eh? Interesting . . .
The slug is still in her leg. Trent hovered close to keep people from knocking into me. Can you get her to emergency or should I take her home?
Edden scratched his shoulder, his expression creased in worry. It will take an hour to get an ambulance out here. How fast is your copter?
An hour! I exclaimed, and Jenkss wings clattered when Edden took my chin and peered at me.
You arent dying, he said distantly, evaluating my pain by the look in my eyes. The roads are clogged. He let go of my chin and straightened. This is worse than last time.
An unusually small woman with a Red Cross tackle box was trying to push her way through the taller people. I heard a grunt and the man blocking her way jumped. Oh, Im sorry! She beamed up at him, worming her way closer and shoving people to make a space around me. My God, you would think they were afraid to go outside, she muttered, eyeing me for signs of shock. Why are there so many Weres here?
They cleared the hotel out for me, I said, and Edden started edging backward and beckoning someone closer. She was poking at my leg, so I looked away, trying not to pass out. If I passed out, Id never make it to the next fight, and there was going to be another. The vampires souls were gone. Id felt them being pulled back to the ever-after, trapped in a universe that would soon shrink to nothing and die. Cormel was going to be pissed.
I looked past Trentnow on the phone with a finger in his open earto the night-gloomed street. Traffic was stopped, and the flashes of red and blue lights on the buildings were ominous. I cant believe you hired Al, I said to get my mind off my leg, and Eddens entire demeanor shifted to a pleased wickedness. Seriously? Where is he, anyway?
Chasing down Landon. Edden almost swaggered, so pleased was he. Hes the one who called us in. We got here before the I.S. Ah, if its any consolation, Cormel agrees that the elves were trying to kill the undead.
No, that doesnt help, I said sourly, then jerked, pain stabbing me. Ow?
The paramedic looked at Edden, not me. Its still in there.
I know its still in there! I exclaimed, and Trent smiled as he put a hand over his phone.
Edden, the surface demons are gone, correct? he asked, and Edden nodded.
You need to get that leg looked at, Edden said.
I am, I said snarkily, gesturing at the woman wrapping a temporary bandage around my leg so it wasnt so awful looking.
I mean, Edden said, leaning in close, by someone who can do something about it.
I smiled hopefully at the paramedic, and she shook her head.
No. This goes to emergency. I dont have the forms to file for taking out a bullet.
Trent snapped his phone closed. He looked pleased with himself and I swear I felt a tingle as his hand touched my shoulder. My med copter is coming. Ill take care of Rachel. Where did they take Ivy?
Ive no idea.
Can you find out? Jenks piped up, and Eddens I have things to do expression softened at the worry in the pixys voice.
Ill ask. Edden gave my other shoulder a squeeze. He headed out into the mess, shouting a request to get a name and contact number from the Weres and get them out of here. I thought it sweet that Trent was going to take me to the same facility where Ivy and Nina were. Or maybe he knew Id never stay at the hospital unless I could hobble down the hallway to make sure Ivy was okay.
The paramedic pushed some pills into my hand and curled my fingers over them. Pain amulets arent working. Find some water and take these. You have four hours to get that bullet removed and sutured, or theyre going to make it heal open and ugly. Got it?
Got it, I whispered as she snapped her tackle box closed and went to tend to someones crushed finger. I opened my hand and looked at the little packet of pills. I suppose it was better than nothing, and I took the glass of water Trent had reached over the bar for.
Thanks, I said, words garbled as I juggled the pills around on my tongue. You know there are a lot of people who need a medical copter more than me. God, they tasted awful, and I swallowed them down and made a face.
Im sure there are, Trent said as he kissed my forehead.
Tink loves a duck, Jenks complained. Youre not going to sift your dust together right here, are you? Take me over to Edden. Hes warm.
Edden was stuck in the middle of the floor, and I didnt like the way he kept looking back at me or the shade of red his neck was turning. The Weres were beginning to leave, and Jenkss wingstickled my neck as we both realized that every single one of them was running in the same direction the instant they hit the pavement. What is going on? I asked.
Jenks sifted a thin, frustrated dust and Trent fidgeted, his expression wary as we watched three more Weres run down the street. Ah . . . Ill be right back, he said when Jenks began making a weird whine, Trent jiggling on his feet before lurching into motion and striding to Edden. The floor was clearing outand it made me even more nervous than the crowded one.
I dont care if its the devil himself they got pinned down, you get your ass over there now and stop it! Edden was shouting.
Jenkss wings clattered, the barest hint of silver slipping down my front. You just going to sit here?
My leg was bandaged, and I held it as I moved it off the stool, teeth clenched as I tried not to use my leg muscles at all. My stomach lurched, and I almost lost those lame pills. I hesitated, the bar hard under my hand as I planned my way over, noting every handrail, every chair.
Come on, Rache! Jenks urged. Theyre almost done!
I painfully hobbled forward, every step hurting. Trent caught sight of me, his expression shifting to annoyance, and he slid an arm around my back to hold me up as I made the last few steps to lean on the decorative side table. Whats up? I asked.
Clearly upset, Edden pointed at five more men, and they trooped out. Six more released Weres jostled around them and ran up the street in the same direction.
Rachel, Im sorry, the captain said. Get up to the roof and wait for Trents copter. I have to go. Theres a mob at Fountain Square, and without magic, we cant stop it.
Thats like half a block from here, Jenks said, and my eyes flicked to the door and the new night beyond.
Which is why you are going to go to the roof until Trent can get you out.
Get me out? Suspicious, I put a hand on Eddens arm and stopped him cold. Why?
Get her out! Edden exclaimed, his eyes hard on Trent as he pried my fingers off.
Trents hold on me strengthened as he began to pull me toward the elevators. Lets go, Rachel, he said, but his worry tripped all my warning flags and I dug my heels inso to speak.
Trent, what dont you want me to see?
Eddens expression became almost panicked, and I squinted mistrustfully at Trent as he soothed me with a calm Its nothing you can do anything about.
Nothing I can do anything about?
Jenkss wings fluttered and he tugged on my ear. Rache, theyve got a demon pinned down in the square. My wings are broken, not my ears.
Jenks! Edden exclaimed, and Trent, too, winced.
At the square? I looked at the doors, remembering the Weres running that way. Panic slid through me at the thought of what a human, what anyone, might do if they found a demon unable to do magic. My God. Al.
Way to go, Jenks, Trent grumbled.
You said she couldnt do anything about it! Jenks shouted, hurting my ear. Well, shes not dead, is she?
And I want to keep it that way! Trent argued.
I pushed up from the table, telling myself that my leg didnt hurt that much now that Id swallowed those pills. Is it Al? I asked, and Trent lifted his shoulders, unhappy. You dont know!
Edden put a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off. You didnt think this wasnt going to happen, did you? he said, brown eyes sad as he looked past Trent to the dark street. Demons have preyed upon humans and Inderlanders for thousands of years, and now that theyre helpless, what did you expect? That wed take them to our bosoms and make cocoa?
Something a little better than this. Teeth clenched, I shoved past Trent and headed for the door. It was only half a block. I could hear the noise from here.
Damn it, Jenks! Trent swore. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid.
Rachel! Edden called, following me. Youre not in any shape
I took a step down, pain widening my eyes. Breathless, I leaned against the stairway railing. God help me, I had two more to go. I just busted my ass getting them to reality. Im not going to let a mob kill them! Now either get me over there or get out of my way!
Both men were silent as they looked at me, both with regret.
Well? I snapped, pain making my words sharper than I wanted. Just how serious are you about this, or is it all only if its convenient?
Thats not fair, Trent said, and then I gasped when he scooped me up.
Trent! Put me down! I shouted. You son of a bastard, put me down!
But Jenks was laughing. Relax, Rache. Look at his ears. Hes taking you to the square.
You are? Blinking fast, I put my arm around Trents neck to distribute my weight more evenly. Sure enough, Trents ears were red with irritation and his jaw was set. I knew I loved you, I said, almost crying. Oh God. Thank you.
Trents gaze was fixed on the door as Edden dropped back in frustrated defeat. I hope you still do by sunrise, he said dryly. This is the dumbest thing Ive ever done.
Kalamack, she cant even walk! Edden protested as I used my good foot to shove the glass door open.
The smell of the concrete night rose up around us, gritty on my tongue with the flashing lights and the sounds of an angry crowd. You sure? Trent asked.
The sound of gunfire popped. I thought of Al. I had no magic, no safety net, and I couldnt walk well. Yes. I had to, even if fear had me so tense I felt sick.
Trent began to walk, his steps usually so graceful now jarring.
Okay, I said more to myself than anyone else. Well finish this, find out where Ivy and Nina are, and then go to Trents to check on Lucy. Im sure theyre fine. Trent, Im sure she got Lucy out of here before the sun went down.
She did, Trent said as we turned the corner. I already . . . called. My God . . .
He stopped dead on the sidewalk as the wall of sound hit us. My mouth dropped as I stared, heart hammering. The square was packed with screaming people, angry, with their fists in the air. The lights were bright and the big TV showed a frightened newscaster, the captions spelling tragedy and fear as the sun went down across the U.S. On the stage in a bright spotlight was a man with a handgun. He was pointing it at a kneeling figure before him, bloodied and beaten. Bound and held from behind by two more men was an androgynous figure with big bony feet showing from under a shapeless robe. Newt.
I cant see fairy farts, Jenks complained. Rache, its my wings that dont work, not my brain. Put me on your shoulder, will you?
Someone pointed us out to Edden and he grimaced before turning away again. It wasnt a promising start. You sure you can hold on?
Hell yes, the pixy grumbled, and I carefully shifted him. Im not going to yell at Edden from your hand.
I know how you feel, I said, glancing at Trent. Ah, I appreciate this, but
You will sit where I put you and not move, he said as he pushed his way through the milling uniforms and into the informal bar area. Scuse me. Pardon! he said loudly, finally setting me on one of the bar stools. It was about the right height, but I almost lost my breakfast at the pain when Trent moved someones satchel off the adjacent stool and lifted my leg onto it.
Edden, I called, and the mans ears went red. Edden! I called louder, and his shoulders hunched. I debated sliding down and hobbling over, but Trent gestured for me to stay, needing to turn sideways to slip through the crowd to reach him.
This sucks, Jenks complained from my shoulder, and I waved at Edden when he looked at me after Trent shook his hand. The officers he was talking to broke up, and the short, graying, and overworked FIB captain reluctantly came over, hands in his pockets.
Edden, did you see Ivy and Nina? I asked even before he got close.
Edden glanced at the big glass doors, clearly worried. I saw them into the ambulance myself, he said, then sent his gaze over my bleeding leg, Jenks sitting on my shoulder, and then Trent. Al said you were going to try and stop Landon. He pulled himself straighter, looking over the crowd. Paramedic! Ive got a non-life-threatening GSW!
Gee, thanks, I said, trying to smile. Al, eh? Interesting . . .
The slug is still in her leg. Trent hovered close to keep people from knocking into me. Can you get her to emergency or should I take her home?
Edden scratched his shoulder, his expression creased in worry. It will take an hour to get an ambulance out here. How fast is your copter?
An hour! I exclaimed, and Jenkss wings clattered when Edden took my chin and peered at me.
You arent dying, he said distantly, evaluating my pain by the look in my eyes. The roads are clogged. He let go of my chin and straightened. This is worse than last time.
An unusually small woman with a Red Cross tackle box was trying to push her way through the taller people. I heard a grunt and the man blocking her way jumped. Oh, Im sorry! She beamed up at him, worming her way closer and shoving people to make a space around me. My God, you would think they were afraid to go outside, she muttered, eyeing me for signs of shock. Why are there so many Weres here?
They cleared the hotel out for me, I said, and Edden started edging backward and beckoning someone closer. She was poking at my leg, so I looked away, trying not to pass out. If I passed out, Id never make it to the next fight, and there was going to be another. The vampires souls were gone. Id felt them being pulled back to the ever-after, trapped in a universe that would soon shrink to nothing and die. Cormel was going to be pissed.
I looked past Trentnow on the phone with a finger in his open earto the night-gloomed street. Traffic was stopped, and the flashes of red and blue lights on the buildings were ominous. I cant believe you hired Al, I said to get my mind off my leg, and Eddens entire demeanor shifted to a pleased wickedness. Seriously? Where is he, anyway?
Chasing down Landon. Edden almost swaggered, so pleased was he. Hes the one who called us in. We got here before the I.S. Ah, if its any consolation, Cormel agrees that the elves were trying to kill the undead.
No, that doesnt help, I said sourly, then jerked, pain stabbing me. Ow?
The paramedic looked at Edden, not me. Its still in there.
I know its still in there! I exclaimed, and Trent smiled as he put a hand over his phone.
Edden, the surface demons are gone, correct? he asked, and Edden nodded.
You need to get that leg looked at, Edden said.
I am, I said snarkily, gesturing at the woman wrapping a temporary bandage around my leg so it wasnt so awful looking.
I mean, Edden said, leaning in close, by someone who can do something about it.
I smiled hopefully at the paramedic, and she shook her head.
No. This goes to emergency. I dont have the forms to file for taking out a bullet.
Trent snapped his phone closed. He looked pleased with himself and I swear I felt a tingle as his hand touched my shoulder. My med copter is coming. Ill take care of Rachel. Where did they take Ivy?
Ive no idea.
Can you find out? Jenks piped up, and Eddens I have things to do expression softened at the worry in the pixys voice.
Ill ask. Edden gave my other shoulder a squeeze. He headed out into the mess, shouting a request to get a name and contact number from the Weres and get them out of here. I thought it sweet that Trent was going to take me to the same facility where Ivy and Nina were. Or maybe he knew Id never stay at the hospital unless I could hobble down the hallway to make sure Ivy was okay.
The paramedic pushed some pills into my hand and curled my fingers over them. Pain amulets arent working. Find some water and take these. You have four hours to get that bullet removed and sutured, or theyre going to make it heal open and ugly. Got it?
Got it, I whispered as she snapped her tackle box closed and went to tend to someones crushed finger. I opened my hand and looked at the little packet of pills. I suppose it was better than nothing, and I took the glass of water Trent had reached over the bar for.
Thanks, I said, words garbled as I juggled the pills around on my tongue. You know there are a lot of people who need a medical copter more than me. God, they tasted awful, and I swallowed them down and made a face.
Im sure there are, Trent said as he kissed my forehead.
Tink loves a duck, Jenks complained. Youre not going to sift your dust together right here, are you? Take me over to Edden. Hes warm.
Edden was stuck in the middle of the floor, and I didnt like the way he kept looking back at me or the shade of red his neck was turning. The Weres were beginning to leave, and Jenkss wingstickled my neck as we both realized that every single one of them was running in the same direction the instant they hit the pavement. What is going on? I asked.
Jenks sifted a thin, frustrated dust and Trent fidgeted, his expression wary as we watched three more Weres run down the street. Ah . . . Ill be right back, he said when Jenks began making a weird whine, Trent jiggling on his feet before lurching into motion and striding to Edden. The floor was clearing outand it made me even more nervous than the crowded one.
I dont care if its the devil himself they got pinned down, you get your ass over there now and stop it! Edden was shouting.
Jenkss wings clattered, the barest hint of silver slipping down my front. You just going to sit here?
My leg was bandaged, and I held it as I moved it off the stool, teeth clenched as I tried not to use my leg muscles at all. My stomach lurched, and I almost lost those lame pills. I hesitated, the bar hard under my hand as I planned my way over, noting every handrail, every chair.
Come on, Rache! Jenks urged. Theyre almost done!
I painfully hobbled forward, every step hurting. Trent caught sight of me, his expression shifting to annoyance, and he slid an arm around my back to hold me up as I made the last few steps to lean on the decorative side table. Whats up? I asked.
Clearly upset, Edden pointed at five more men, and they trooped out. Six more released Weres jostled around them and ran up the street in the same direction.
Rachel, Im sorry, the captain said. Get up to the roof and wait for Trents copter. I have to go. Theres a mob at Fountain Square, and without magic, we cant stop it.
Thats like half a block from here, Jenks said, and my eyes flicked to the door and the new night beyond.
Which is why you are going to go to the roof until Trent can get you out.
Get me out? Suspicious, I put a hand on Eddens arm and stopped him cold. Why?
Get her out! Edden exclaimed, his eyes hard on Trent as he pried my fingers off.
Trents hold on me strengthened as he began to pull me toward the elevators. Lets go, Rachel, he said, but his worry tripped all my warning flags and I dug my heels inso to speak.
Trent, what dont you want me to see?
Eddens expression became almost panicked, and I squinted mistrustfully at Trent as he soothed me with a calm Its nothing you can do anything about.
Nothing I can do anything about?
Jenkss wings fluttered and he tugged on my ear. Rache, theyve got a demon pinned down in the square. My wings are broken, not my ears.
Jenks! Edden exclaimed, and Trent, too, winced.
At the square? I looked at the doors, remembering the Weres running that way. Panic slid through me at the thought of what a human, what anyone, might do if they found a demon unable to do magic. My God. Al.
Way to go, Jenks, Trent grumbled.
You said she couldnt do anything about it! Jenks shouted, hurting my ear. Well, shes not dead, is she?
And I want to keep it that way! Trent argued.
I pushed up from the table, telling myself that my leg didnt hurt that much now that Id swallowed those pills. Is it Al? I asked, and Trent lifted his shoulders, unhappy. You dont know!
Edden put a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off. You didnt think this wasnt going to happen, did you? he said, brown eyes sad as he looked past Trent to the dark street. Demons have preyed upon humans and Inderlanders for thousands of years, and now that theyre helpless, what did you expect? That wed take them to our bosoms and make cocoa?
Something a little better than this. Teeth clenched, I shoved past Trent and headed for the door. It was only half a block. I could hear the noise from here.
Damn it, Jenks! Trent swore. This was exactly what I was trying to avoid.
Rachel! Edden called, following me. Youre not in any shape
I took a step down, pain widening my eyes. Breathless, I leaned against the stairway railing. God help me, I had two more to go. I just busted my ass getting them to reality. Im not going to let a mob kill them! Now either get me over there or get out of my way!
Both men were silent as they looked at me, both with regret.
Well? I snapped, pain making my words sharper than I wanted. Just how serious are you about this, or is it all only if its convenient?
Thats not fair, Trent said, and then I gasped when he scooped me up.
Trent! Put me down! I shouted. You son of a bastard, put me down!
But Jenks was laughing. Relax, Rache. Look at his ears. Hes taking you to the square.
You are? Blinking fast, I put my arm around Trents neck to distribute my weight more evenly. Sure enough, Trents ears were red with irritation and his jaw was set. I knew I loved you, I said, almost crying. Oh God. Thank you.
Trents gaze was fixed on the door as Edden dropped back in frustrated defeat. I hope you still do by sunrise, he said dryly. This is the dumbest thing Ive ever done.
Kalamack, she cant even walk! Edden protested as I used my good foot to shove the glass door open.
The smell of the concrete night rose up around us, gritty on my tongue with the flashing lights and the sounds of an angry crowd. You sure? Trent asked.
The sound of gunfire popped. I thought of Al. I had no magic, no safety net, and I couldnt walk well. Yes. I had to, even if fear had me so tense I felt sick.
Trent began to walk, his steps usually so graceful now jarring.
Okay, I said more to myself than anyone else. Well finish this, find out where Ivy and Nina are, and then go to Trents to check on Lucy. Im sure theyre fine. Trent, Im sure she got Lucy out of here before the sun went down.
She did, Trent said as we turned the corner. I already . . . called. My God . . .
He stopped dead on the sidewalk as the wall of sound hit us. My mouth dropped as I stared, heart hammering. The square was packed with screaming people, angry, with their fists in the air. The lights were bright and the big TV showed a frightened newscaster, the captions spelling tragedy and fear as the sun went down across the U.S. On the stage in a bright spotlight was a man with a handgun. He was pointing it at a kneeling figure before him, bloodied and beaten. Bound and held from behind by two more men was an androgynous figure with big bony feet showing from under a shapeless robe. Newt.
