Bran popped into existence on the ledge right in front of me. His hands clamped my hands, pinning them to the windowsill. “Hello, dove.” He grinned at me. “Look at that: you don’t have your pretty knife and I’ve got your hands. What are you gonna do now?”
I rammed my head into his nose.
“Ow!” He lost his balance, let go of me, arms swinging, and I caught his jacket just as he was about to plummet. My hand brushed the familiar plastic packet. Unbelievable.
I yanked him into the room, swiping the packet of maps from the waistband of his leather pants. The effort nearly dropped me to my knees. I struggled not to fall and growled. “You stole the maps again? Do you have a death wish?”
He blew some blood out of his nose. “I can’t fucking believe it. Busted my nose twice in one day. You owe me for this.” He surged to his feet and lunged at me.
And stopped when Slayer’s blade made contact with his chest. I was weak but I was still fast. “Who are you, what are you doing here, who is Hood, why does he want Julie, and where is Julie’s mother?”
“Is that all?” He wiped the red smudge off his lip with the back of his hand.
“Yes. No. Why is the cauldron important, where did it go, how is Morrigan involved, where do you go when you disappear, and why do you keep stealing the maps? Okay, now that’s everything.”
He pushed a little against Slayer. “I see now. You just want me for my mind. Who’s Hood?”
“White robe, tentacles?”
His eyes lit up. “I tell you what, you put the maps right there on the bed. On the count of three, we each grab them. If you win, I’ll tell you who he is. If I win, I’ll get you.”
“Me?”
He winked. “Cute bow, by the way.”
I glanced down. Sure enough, my robe had come open. The whole world now knew I had a bow on my panties.
I pulled my robe closed. “You get me for how long? Forever?”
He gave me an appraising stare. “No offense, but you’re not that hot. There are other fish in the sea. A night will do.”
I had to give it to him, to flatter and insult a woman in one proposition took talent. “No disappearing into the mist to grab the maps?”
He raised his hands. “Fine, fine.”
“Swear on Morrigan’s name that you’ll pay up if I win.”
It was a gamble. I watched for his reaction and got it: he hesitated. To him, Morrigan’s name carried weight, which meant she was likely to be his patron goddess.
“I swear by Morrighan to uphold the bargain.” He pronounced Morrigan oddly, which was probably the right way to say her name.
I tossed Slayer on the bed, never taking my eyes off of him, and put the maps on the sheets. “Back away, three steps.”
We stepped back in unison, he to the middle of the room, and I to the wall by the chair.
“On three. One,” he said, bending forward like a runner. “Two.”
He lunged for the maps. I grabbed the chair and hit him with it. He went down. I hit him again to make sure he stayed that way, stepped over him, and picked up the maps. “I win.” Now if only the room would stop spinning, I’d be all set.
He groaned and a torrent of obscenities burst from him.
“Your problem is, you underestimate me because I’m a woman.” I nudged him with my foot. “Hood’s name?”
“Bolgor the Shepherd, of the Fomoire.” Mist swirled and he vanished.
My legs gave out and I crash-landed on the bed. Fomoire? Fomorian. Morrigan’s old adversaries. Now the fish stink made sense: of course, a sea-demon would stink like fish. I frowned. Bran served Morrigan and Morrigan and the Fomorians hated each other. That made perfect sense. But what did this Shepherd want with Julie?
The door burst open and Derek charged into the room, followed by two female shapeshifters.
I held out the maps. “Here. That’s twice in one day. You owe me.”
Derek took the maps from my hands and sniffed them, while the two women checked the window.
“He’s gone,” the younger woman said.
Derek’s face trembled in fury. “I’m going to find him. Nobody does that to us twice.”
“What’s going on?” Curran stepped into the room.
Derek paled. Good luck explaining that monumental breach of security.
Bran snapped into the room in a corkscrew of mist, jerked my robe open and down to clamp my shoulders, and kissed me. His teeth clicked against mine. I kneed him, but he expected it and blocked with his leg. He realized his tongue wouldn’t make it into my mouth and let go. “I’ll still get you,” he promised.
Curran lunged at him and caught tendrils of mist.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Did he hurt you?” Curran said.
If my eyes could shoot lightning, I would’ve fried him on the spot. “Depends on how you define hurt. What kind of show are you running here, anyway?”
Curran snarled.
“Very impressive,” I told him. “He can’t hear you.”
I pulled my robe shut, again, climbed into my bed, and covered myself with my blanket. I had had entirely enough embarrassment for one night.
Chapter 11
I woke up because someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and saw Julie’s face an inch from mine. We looked at each other for a long minute.
“You’re not going to die?” she asked me very softly.
“Not right this minute.” And, of course, saying something like that usually resulted in immediate demise. I braced myself for a stray meteorite falling through the roof to crush my skull.
“That’s good,” she said in a voice that suggested anything but happiness.
She crawled on my bed, and curled up in a corner, hands fastened over her knees.
“I got scared. I get scared when Mom goes to work.” She put her head on her hands. “And when Red leaves.”
“That’s a hard way to live.”
“I can’t help it.”
I didn’t know what to say. Kids don’t usually understand death. They feel immortal and secure. Julie understood the full extent of death the way an adult would, and she couldn’t deal with it. And I didn’t know how to help her.
“There is something you said to Red that I wanted to ask you about.” If I just could figure out the right way to do it. “You said you would give him what you had. What did you mean?”
She shrugged. “Sex. Red knows a ritual that would give him my powers if I do sex with him.”
I stared at her, speechless. There were so many things wrong with what she said that my brain experienced a momentary shutdown.
“I don’t need it. It’s not a big thing. So I can see magic’s colors, so what? If I give it to him, he’ll be stronger and he can protect us both. I’d do it now, but he wants to wait. He says if we do it when I get fully grown, he’d get more power.”
“Julie, do you trust me?”
The question caught her by surprise. “Yeah.”
I took a deep breath. “There is no spell that transfers power from one person to another.”
“But…”
“Let me finish.” I sat up and tried my best to adopt an even tone of voice. “There is a witch spell that lets you mimic someone’s powers for a little while. And yes, it involves sex, and yes, you can do it in such a way as to make the other person think that their powers are gone, but they aren’t. Not really. Your power is who you are. It’s in your blood, it’s in your bones; it’s in every cell of your body. That’s why people burn their bandages, because their magic lingers in their blood even after it’s separated from their bodies.” That’s why if anybody ever got their hands on my bloody bandage, I’d have to kill them.
She opened her mouth.
“Let me tell you something about the spell. It’s called mirror lock. You know how sex works?”
For a second she struggled between proving to me that I was full of shit and wanting to show off her adult knowledge. The need to impress won. “Yeah. The man puts his stuff…”