“It’s numb,” I said. As a matter of fact, I was feeling a bit numb myself.
“Who shot me?”
“A hit man named Dane Lanister. Do you know him?”
“No.”
“Are you sure you’ve never seen him before?”
I raised my eyebrows. “As sure as a part-time amnesiac can be.” Oh, good, the shock was wearing off.
Zay grinned. He leaned down and kissed me, not hard. I tried to kiss him back, but was too damn tired. He tasted like salt, sweat, tears, and the bitter tang of fear. Even so, he tasted good, familiar.
“Did you catch him?” I asked when he had pulled away.
“No,” Zay said. “You were pouring magic at him in a spell I have never seen before. Do you remember that?”
I shook my head.
“I had cast a Holding spell at the same time.” He gave me a long, level stare, like maybe that should mean more to me.
“And what happened?”
“Do you remember Bonnie disappearing with Cody?”
“In the field?”
“Right.”
“So Dane—the man who shot me,” I said, “disappeared?”
“Yes.”
Which meant either Zay and I had created just the right combination of spells to physically move mass—a preposterous notion—or he had one of those stolen disks, a less preposterous notion.
“Who is he?” I asked. “Who does he work for? How do you know him?”
“I don’t know who he’s working for right now, but I’m guessing it’s the same person Bonnie’s contracted with.”
The person who has the disks. The person who has Cody—the only person who saw who killed my father. The only person who could clear my name.
“How do you know him?” I asked again.
Zay stood and walked over to his dresser. He dug out a sweater and pulled it on over his long-sleeved T-shirt. “I’ve seen him off and on in my . . . career.”
“How magnificently vague of you.”
Zay tugged a stocking hat down over his head. “Thank you.”
“He tried to kill me. I deserve a better explanation.”
“There are more than one faction of magic users who do not follow the law, Allie. You’ve run into some— you’ve Hounded long enough to know what some people are willing to pay in exchange for power. The kinds of things they are willing to do.”
“Cut to the chase. We both know there are creeps and hustlers out there. Are you talking about black-market magics?”
Zay pulled his coat off a chair. “More than that. Dane runs with a pretty influential group. I’m not going to tell you their name.”
“Why? So in case I’m captured they can’t torture the information out of me?”
He gave me a long, silent stare.
“Oh. Well, isn’t that nice. So you’re talking serious psychopaths? Why would they want me dead?”
“I don’t think it’s only about you, Allie. It’s about who gets to control the tech—or maybe who gets to control your father’s company, which controls the tech. You just happen to be in their way.”
“Violet isn’t involved in this, is she?”
“If she is, she’s on our side.”
“We have a side?”
“Damn right we do.”
I pushed the covers off my legs and broke out in a sweat. Hells, I was tired. Still, I pushed up so I was sitting, and the covers slipped off. Oh yeah. I was naked. I tugged the blanket up over my chest and held it there. I was suddenly very dizzy. That was enough aerobics for the moment.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To call in a few favors. You can’t stay here long. Not after the amount of magic you poured out. I set some Diversion spells, which should confuse anyone hunting you for about an hour.” He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “This won’t take me long. Rest. When I come back, we’ll need to leave on foot. Think you’ll be able to do that?”
“Which part? Resting or running?”
“Both.”
“Is there an option C? Take a vacation somewhere sunny, and drink a lot of rum until the world unfucks itself?”
Zay paced over to me, pulled the covers back over my legs, leaned down, and kissed me. He was trembling a little. Tired, I figured, or hurting. I wasn’t the only one who had thrown a lot of magic around.
“It’s good to have you back. Be here when I come home.” Then he turned and left the room.
Even tired, even burned out, I could feel spells unweave as Zay left the room. I heard the dead bolts on the door snick shut.
I suppose he meant well. My knight in ski-coat armor and all that. But I was not about to stay here and wait for him to find some way to save me. Because as soon as that Diversion spell wore off, anyone looking for me wouldn’t have to wonder where I was. They’d know, because I glowed.
I was tired of running. I wanted to be one step ahead of this problem for a change, instead of a mile behind. And the only thing I had on my side was Cody. If he had indeed seen who killed my father. Instead of waiting here to get found out, I was going to do a little hunting of my own.
First, though, I needed clothes.
It took a while, but I put on my bra and jeans, a sweater of Zay’s, and a pair of his socks too. While I was at it, I borrowed a stocking hat out of the half dozen he had in his sock drawer and put that on.
Then I sat on the edge of the bed and indulged in my new hobby of breathing heavily and waiting for the room to stop spinning.
Blood. Everywhere. Blood covered the carpet in a wide, wet pool. Blood painted the wall and the side of the couch.
Holy shit.
I pressed my hand over my side, couldn’t feel the pressure, but could feel the edges of a scar. So much for wearing a bikini again.
Okay, I’ll be honest. I wanted to cry. There is nothing so freaky as seeing your own blood poured out like spilled cans of bargain-basement paint. There is nothing more sickening than realizing that your world has changed so much that people have actually tried to kill you. It made me feel vulnerable, and threatened to freeze me with fear. Where could I go that I would be safe? There was nowhere in this world I couldn’t be found. Not here. Not my apartment. Not even Nola’s. At any moment, around any corner, there could be someone with a gun pointed at my head.
I stared up at the ceiling and inhaled and exhaled, fighting down panic. I was good at fighting panic—I rode elevators—and had a healthy aptitude for denial.
When panic stopped squeezing my throat and I could breathe more evenly, I looked away from the ceiling. I refused to look at the floor or walls or furniture covered in my blood.
I was light-headed but I walked over to where the coat I had borrowed from Nola hung, checked it to make sure it was clean and that it had my little book in the pocket, then put it on.
I buttoned it up and went around the other side of the couch to avoid getting my shoes wet. I paused at the door. Zay had cast a hell of a spell. It practically vibrated out of the walls. He’d walked through it. There had to be a way to unweave it enough so I could get through it without breaking it, because if I broke it, I’d be a kill-me-now
