Gabriel rose slowly from the chair. ‘‘If you are insinuating-’’
‘‘Enough!’’ Kostich interrupted, marching over to stand in front of Gabriel. He said, slowly, ‘‘I am torn with the need to have returned that which was stolen from me, and a hesitancy to involve someone else with an individual who clearly poses a danger. Although your kind are not under the umbrella of the L’au-dela, dragonkin have long been considered our friends. It is for this reason that I will refuse the temptation you offer, and instead warn you not to have anything further to do with Mei Ling.’’
‘‘You do not need to fear for my safety,’’ Gabriel replied with no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice. ‘‘Dragons are notoriously difficult to destroy, and I have no qualms acting as a go-between for you and Mei Ling.’’
The thief taker snorted.
‘‘I must admit that I, too, am curious about why you are willing to do such a thing,’’ Kostich said smoothly.
Gabriel turned his head just enough so I could see the dimple in one of his cheeks. ‘‘You have offered a generous reward. I’m sure your thief takers are’’-his pause emphasized the stress he laid on the next word-‘‘
My fingers tightened around the smooth stone of the casement as anger flared at the thought of him turning me over to Kostich in order to receive the benefaction. Was this, then, how he chose to achieve his goal of acquiring the dragon phylactery? Was he willing to betray me in order to gain it? I felt sick to my stomach at the thought, enough so that even my brain, when it pointed out that it wasn’t terribly likely a wyvern would so endanger his mate, had a hard time discounting the idea.
‘‘Adequate?’’ Amusement was rife in the thief taker’s voice. The shadow that had blocked light from the window shifted, and I risked a quick peek to see that the man had moved off to the side, away from me.
Sickened by what I was overhearing, I slipped past the two windows, moving beyond the room. Everyone had settled down to sleep; even the night birds were muted as I crept down the ledge to a darkened window. Wards had been etched into the glass, but they were the wrong type of ward to keep me out. That gave my spirits a short-lived boost-evidently no one had seen me long enough to guess my origins, which made it all that much easier for me to simply ignore the arcane magical traps Dr. Kostich had laid around the window.
The study was dark except for a dim light set high in the case I’d broken into earlier. I kept myself shadowed as I moved carefully around the furniture, which I could dimly make out, heading for the corner where I remembered seeing the surveillance camera. I stopped underneath it, listening intently.
From the room next to me, I could hear the low rumble of masculine voices. Damn that Gabriel, he was probably telling Dr. Kostich just what he wanted for his benefaction. I thinned my lips and thought of what I’d like to say to him at that moment, reluctantly setting that aside to deal with the problem before me. From the inner pocket of the bodice, I pulled out a small, flattened disk of silver-backed utility tape, using it to cover the camera’s lens before heading for the case. I also withdrew the quintessence, my fingers caressing the invisible edges of its case, a strange yearning suddenly possessing me. I wanted to feel its glory again, to revel in its beauty, to absorb all that it had to give me. Why should I give it back to Dr. Kostich when the man clearly didn’t know its true value?
I’m ashamed to say that for five seconds, I considered the possibility of keeping the quintessence for myself. It was tempting… but I sighed as I carefully opened the case, placing the unseen box onto the shelf where I had originally found it.
‘‘I may be a thief,’’ I said softly as I closed the case, watching with mild amusement as the arcane symbols of protection drawn across the front resealed themselves as if they’d never been disturbed. ‘‘But I don’t have to be a dishonest thief.’’
Righteousness filling my heart, I turned to leave, but was unable to move.
‘‘What the…’’ My feet appeared to be rooted to the ground, stuck to the rug as if by some industrial-strength glue. I peered down at my feet, horror crawling up my arms as I realized there was a pattern woven into the rug upon which I stood… a pattern that was not arcana based, as was all the other magic the mage had used. This was something older than that, something with an elemental basis that held me in place just as firmly as if I’d been bolted to the ground.
Panic filled me as I shadowed, hoping against hope it would break the bond of the spell that held me to the ground. I struggled, squirming against it, twisting one of my feet in an attempt to break free. The spell wasn’t meant to hold someone who could shadow walk, allowing my foot to slowly gain freedom. I had just wrestled one foot out of the binding when the door suddenly opened, the figure of a man looming up in its place.
‘‘Perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing me where it was taken from? I have a curiosity about these sorts of things,’’ Gabriel said, flipping a switch near the door that turned on a standing lamp. I froze, my heart racing as I realized the direness of my situation: I was directly next to the case, one foot stuck to the floor, unable to free myself. The light was near the door, but it illuminated the room enough to allow someone to see me even if I could move. I was trapped good and proper.
‘‘That’s an odd sort of thing to be curious about,’’ the thief taker said in an aside to no one.
Gabriel ignored him, as did Kostich.
‘‘I don’t see what good that will do,’’ the latter said as he entered the room behind Gabriel.
‘‘I’ve found that there are some things that you least expect which can provide the most enlightenment.’’ Gabriel strolled toward me, his silver eyes flickering over me impersonally before sliding away, leaving me wondering for a moment if the room was dark enough that he couldn’t see me. If he hadn’t, he surely would as soon as he was closer. But if he had… My poor, confused brain had no time to work on the puzzle that Gabriel presented. Before I could move so much as a finger, he was directly in front of me, so close his arm brushed me as he turned to face Dr. Kostich and the thief taker.
‘‘You have some lovely things here. That fertility statue is Irish, is it not?’’ Gabriel asked, gesturing toward the case, his body blocking my sight of the two men.
Which meant that Dr. Kostich and the thief taker couldn’t see me, either.
‘‘Welsh, I believe.’’ Kostich’s voice held an edge of irritation that Gabriel seemed to ignore.
‘‘Indeed. And this is the case? I see there is one shelf empty. Would that be where the item was stolen from?’’
‘‘Yes. Now that your curiosity is satisfied, perhaps you wouldn’t mind leaving? It is late,’’ Dr. Kostich said abruptly.
‘‘I see you have used arcane runes for protection,’’ Gabriel said, ignoring his comment. ‘‘Very wise. Few beings would not be affected by them.’’
For some reason I had yet to fathom, Gabriel was providing me with cover. I didn’t stop to wonder at that, just struggled to free my bound foot.
‘‘Is there a point to this catechism?’’ Kostich asked, all signs of politeness thrown by the wayside.
Gabriel’s cheek curved as he smiled. ‘‘I am a dragon. We are all very interested in security methods when it comes to treasure. I have not had the opportunity to try arcane magic to guard my own lair, but I can see from your spells and runes that it is something I should consider. Although I must admit I dislike relying upon one type of magic only, preferring the security that multiple types offer.’’
‘‘Nor would I be so foolish. If you were to take a step five inches to the right, you would find yourself held tight in a binding earth element.’’
‘‘Clever,’’ the thief taker murmured. ‘‘Very clever.’’
‘‘Earth element? You are an alchemist, then?’’ Gabriel asked, shifting his weight slightly, I assumed to block me a little better.
‘‘I am interested in it, yes.’’
‘‘Ah. And can I assume that the item which was taken from you was of an alchemical nature?’’
Kostich’s voice left no doubt that he was irritated. ‘‘A Liquor of Hepatis was stolen from me, as well as another element.’’
My foot was almost free. I twisted it with a strength that made my muscles cry out, dropping to my knees as Gabriel suddenly leaned toward the case to peer into it.
‘‘I could have sworn I’d seen something… but now it’s gone. Must have been a trick of the light.’’
I peered around Gabriel’s hip. All I could see was Dr. Kostich frowning at him for a moment before the latter ran over to the case, his hands gesturing quickly as he undid the binding element. I almost fell over at the sudden
