Promises to Keep

added, “If someone else could drive, I’d appreciate that.”

“No problem.”

Jeremy was more than happy to drive Jay, so he could share his jitters as if the two men were old friends instead of mere acquaintances.

“How did Christmas dinner go?” Jay asked.

Jeremy shook his head. “As well as I could have expected,” he answered. “Everyone behaved appropriately enough that we had to stay for the full dinner, even though everyone desperately wanted to leave.”

It still seemed like a lot of stress to get a family’s grudging blessing. Jay just didn’t get weddings.

Then again, the closest Jay had come to a date in a long time was Xeke’s inviting him out to a “night on the town.” It was hard to find someone whose ego could hold up to a first date with someone who knew every random thought they had and had trouble following the out-loud conversation because the neurotic internal monologue was so much more interesting.

Could he bring Xeke as a date to the wedding?

Was he even invited to the wedding?

“Mind if I ask how you got stuck out here at this hour?” Jeremy asked.

“Investigating a spell,” Jay answered, intentionally vague. There were times when it was best to keep things from others—like information that could get Jeremy stuck in the middle of an ownership feud with Midnight. SingleEarth regarded human members like Jeremy as equals, but to Midnight, they were pawns.

Deliberately returning the conversation to the one topic he knew would distract Jeremy from anything else, Jay asked, “Do you have a best man?”

Jeremy stared at him a bit longer than Jay was comfortable with, considering he was driving, before answering, “Yes. Though I was wondering if you would be willing to be an usher? Caryn suggested that that empathy of yours might help you keep the guests from coming to blows.”

“I can do that,” he answered. Could be fun.

First, though, he needed to settle the mystery of this shapeshifter once and for all. It would be a damn shame if the wedding were spoiled by eminent war with Midnight over a comatose shapeshifter.

Once back at SingleEarth, Jay changed into dry clothes, picked up a few of the kinds of trinkets he usually made fun of Vireo for using, and then went back to the shapeshifter’s room.

This time he would be more careful, better armed and armored. He would find her mind, and he would bring her high enough to the surface to determine what they needed to do with her.

Maybe she wasn’t a slave, but a visitor or an employee of Midnight. Or maybe she had gone into the woods, become lost in the spell that had tried to trap Jay, and been unable to break free.

The first step Jay took was to write a note and pin it to the door, saying, Complex magic. Do not disturb. Thinking again, he revised it: Do not disturb except in case of unexplained life- threatening injuries. It would suck if the healers let him die because he left a badly worded note.

He adjusted the position of the shapeshifter’s bed so he could form a circle around her. He marked the perimeter with a combination of hematite, agate, and obsidian stones, some tumbled and some rough. All of them had been created through volcanic activity and still held the power of that heat boiling up through the surface of the earth. The magic in Jay’s blood also came from fire—from the elemental Leona, who had bonded herself to his kind thousands of years ago—so the stones would simultaneously boost his power and help ground him. The hematite—a silver-gray iron ore—would act as a tether so he wouldn’t get trapped in the shapeshifter’s mental and magical woods again. One of the obsidian pieces he had chosen had been flaked into an arrowhead; its edge was as sharp as a razor and cut through his skin easily as he drew it across the fingertips of his right hand.

He touched each stone in his circle, linking his blood to the ancient volcanic power and the solidity of rock. The world seemed to hold its breath as he touched the last, sealing the circle around himself and the silent shapeshifter.

Another power wailed in fury.

There was magic inside her that did not like the fire one bit.

Jay stepped forward into her mental hell.

What do you want? the forest snarled at him. The trees nearby twisted, writhing in irritation. How can we help her if you keep intruding?

The forest ransacked his mind. It found his fear of Midnight, his fear that the vampire’s empire might threaten his kin, and his anger that it had once nearly destroyed them. It found his plan to share Midnight’s location with other hunters. It found his conviction that Midnight must be cut down again, and forever.

It knew that he could speak to the trees and had merged with them in order to slip away from the circle of magic that had tried to trap him in Midnight’s forest.

It knew how much he despised being trapped.

The more this power learned about him, the more welcoming it became.

We can’t reach her, it lamented. They locked her away from us.

The images that came with the words were brutal.

The shapeshifter was a slave. One of the trainers had claimed her hundreds of years ago and had worked tirelessly to break her mind and turn her into the perfect … Pet. That was the name the trainer had given her.

Until him, she had been nameless, a priestess dedicated to her people, her land, and her power. She had been holy; he had made her profane. She had been …

She had been beaten, and broken, and with each stroke she had built stronger walls inside her mind as she had tried to protect something so precious that it alone could never be sacrificed to the trainer.

Me, the power whispered. My child let herself be savaged so she could protect me. She sealed herself off from me, and now I cannot even tell her that it is safe to return.

Is it worth saving her, if Midnight then comes to claim her? Jay wondered.

The other power responded as if Jay had spoken aloud. If you can reach her, and help me reach her, then she will be all I need to destroy those who hurt her.

“You mean Midnight? The trainers?” Jay asked. “She could fight them?”

You will not need to fear them anymore.

“I’ll try to reach her,” Jay said. “I’m not sure if I can, but I’ll try.”

There are many traps in her mind. I will do my best to protect you.

First, he needed to be something fast and powerful, to get through the brambles. A stag would have been nice, but Jay had never had the opportunity to study one well enough to know its thought patterns. A lynx would be too small. Wolf?

Here.

The thought came along with the overwhelming sense of … not a house cat. Not a lynx or a bobcat. Bigger. Mountain lion.

That would work.

Jay stretched his new body and felt the forest respond with wary interest. This form was known to it. Was the shapeshifter a cougar?

He fought his way through the forest, his lithe body wriggling out of the way when branches tried to form a cage, and his thick fur shrugging off even the worst of the brambles.

As he reached Midnight’s black iron fence, crows and ravens began to dive-bomb, shrieking. He batted them out of the sky, his jaws sending feathers and avian blood splattering as he made his way inexorably closer.

He changed shape only momentarily, and a much smaller cat slipped easily between the black iron bars, before the mountain lion was running across the open front yard.

He struck the front door with claws extended. The building itself began to bleed and writhe.

Where are you? he called.

She was in there, somewhere.

Acting on instinct, he shredded the door, and the walls next to it. They looked like hardwood and stone, but