Black Magic Sanction

Alcatraz besides your stunning Latin syntax, okay?'

Emotion drained from his face. 'You won't get there. I'll not allow it,' he said, his soapy hands suddenly on my shoulders. 'With Bis's help, I can find you, follow you anywhere.'

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. 'Don't make me promises,' I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Head down, I ducked out from his hands, going to the table and recapping the corn syrup as if nothing had happened, but my shoulders were cold, making it feel as if he was touching me still. I couldn't let myself like him. It was too stupid to think about.

'Look, I've traveled by ley lines a lot,' I persisted, wanting to change the subject. 'I can even hold myself together without help. Al hasn't had to keep my soul from going all over the continent for weeks. Can you at least tell me how gargoyles fit into it?'

His head down, Pierce returned to the sink and dumped the pan of sudsy water.

'Oh, come on!' I cajoled as I slid the corn syrup in next to the cornflakes and shut the door hard. Why does Nick have six bottles of corn syrup? 'I won't tell Al!'

Still Pierce said nothing as he rinsed the dishpan and put it away damp. He was frowning when he turned back, and upon seeing my arms over my chest, he held up his hands in surrender. 'Holding your soul together is but a small part,' he said, and I made a satisfied huff, turning to dry the silverware. 'To put it all on one stick, you need to shift your aura to match a ley line.'

I pulled three drawers open looking for the silverware, dropping it in when I found it. There was no order, just everything all jumbled together in an otherwise empty drawer. Ivy would have an OCD moment. 'I didn't know you could do that,' I said. 'Shift your aura. What, like make it a different color?'

'No. Color shifts slowly with our experiences, but the sound it makes is... flexible.'

I bumped the drawer shut with my hip, turning. 'Auras make sounds?' I questioned.

'Apparently,' he said sourly. 'Mine never says anything that I can hear.'

I smiled, relaxing at the drop in tension. 'How can you change something you can't even hear?' I complained. 'It's like teaching a deaf woman how to speak immaculately.'

'That,' Pierce said as he put the plates away, 'is an almighty fine comparison. And why it takes a gargoyle to teach you. You need to know what sound your aura needs to be, and gargoyles are the only creatures that can hear auras and ley lines both.'

I leaned back against the kitchen counter, wondering if this was as close to a normal life as I'd ever get: a few hours in someone else's apartment, cleaning up after breakfast and talking shop with a man who had been dead for a hundred and fifty years. But dead no longer.

'Bis can hear auras,' I stated, and Pierce took the dishcloth from me, drawing it through my fingers. 'So if I want to use the ley lines like a demon and go back and forth, all I have to do is learn how to make my aura sound right?'

He nodded. 'Death on,' he said, his eyes fixed to mine. 'When Al totes you in a line, he first changes the sound of your aura until it's consistent with that of the nearest ley line. That draws you into it. You settle somewhere else by making your aura sound like the line you wish to be in. A body's soul will find itself there most quick, and from there, you allow your aura to return to its normal sound to push you from the line back into reality. Demons can't hear the lines, nor can witches or elves or pixies, but with practice they can learn to shift their auras. '

'And you.'

He inclined his head. 'And me. Because I studied on it. Most diligently. It is one of the reasons the coven branded me black, saying it's a demon art because it makes your aura smutty. But, Rachel, it's not evil. Bis is neither cursed nor smut-ridden because he can travel the lines.'

'You're preaching to the choir here, Pierce,' I said, watching him dry his fingers. 'So, assuming I go along with this and Bis can tell me how to shift my aura, how do you do it?'

Dropping the dish towel, Pierce sat down at the table, looking excited for the first time. 'Think on it like this,' he said as he folded a napkin into an informal cup shape. I stayed where I was, and he looked up with an innocent expression. 'Come along, Ms. Schoolmarm,' he said, and I tugged out the chair opposite him and sat down.

Pierce eyed the space between us, then shook a bunch of salt into the napkin. 'Be of the mind that the salt is like your aura,' he said, 'and the napkin is the barrier the ley line makes with all creation. The salt can't get through, agreed?' he asked, and I nodded. 'But if you make the space that abides within the salt bigger, spread it out... '

I gasped when he dumped his cold coffee into the paper-napkin cup and coffee predictably went through the napkin and all over the table. 'What are you doing?' I protested, my motion to stand halting when he reached across the table and grasped my wrist. Smiling, Pierce squished the napkin in one hand to get the last of the coffee out. Taking my finger, he traced it through the puddle and touched it to my lips, bringing the nasty taste of salty coffee to me. That's not why I shivered, though. Stop it. Just stop it now, Rachel

'Just like the salt, your aura can be tuned so the gaps within it are bigger. It is still your aura, unchanged, but when the holes match up with the holes of the line, you can slip through right smart. Like magic. Each line is different. Know the line, and you can travel to it.'

My lips were salty, and I felt another quiver as he held my wrist with the width of the table between us. 'YouVe made a mess,' I said, not looking from his eyes. They were blue, but not like Kisten's. Not like Kisten's at all.

'Do tell?' Pierce leaned across the table until he was inches away. His eyes were glinting. I didn't care if it was him or what he had told me that got my pulse racing. He was holding my wrist, almost pulling me closer. 'Are you of a mind to try to shift your aura?' he offered. 'Without Bis, you won't know what to match it to, but if I should make a die of it, my wicked witch tucked away in Alcatraz will have something to ponder.'

The memory of Alcatraz was like a slap, and I jerked from him. 'God, yes,' I said as my hand slipped from his. 'What do we do first?'

He smiled, taking a moment to swipe the coffee up with the dish towel before he held his hands out over the table, palms up. 'We bring our souls to perfect balance.'

My eyebrows rose. Tap a line and bring the energy in our chi to an equal state?

'My intentions are honorable,' Pierce protested, but his lips twitched in amusement.

Eyes narrowing, I crossed my arms and looked at him. Balancing two people's chis was innocent enough. Sort of. It was a common event between teachers and students of the higher ley-line courses, sort of finding ground zero when learning a new charm, but it was also the same thing as a power pull, which was basically sex with your clothes on if you did it right. And I'd be willing to bet that Pierce knew how to do it right.

'If you're skeery... ,' he taunted, leaning back and letting his hands fall below the table.

My eyes scrunched up. 'This is something I really want to know,' I said softly. 'Please?'

His smile softened. 'You are indeed a chaste woman,' he said. I snorted, eying his hands, again held out, palms up. 'Are you communing with the nearest ley line?' he asked.

Excitement zinged through me. Scooting the chair closer, I reached out with my thoughts and tapped the university's line, wide and slow. 'Got it,' I said, putting my hands atop his, palms down but space still between us.

'If you're sure,' he said slowly. 'I'll not have it said that I took advantage of you.'

'God, Pierce!' I griped. 'We're just balancing our chis. It's not like we're doing a power pull.' Not yet, anyway. A shiver took me, and our eyes met when he noticed.

'Let's try then,' he said as I stifled my smile, lifting his palms to touch mine.

My focus tightened for an instant at the connection, a knee-jerk reaction to keep my energy levels to myself, a necessity among polite society. He was still looking at me, and something in me twisted. I was in so much trouble. He was dangerous. He was quick, clever, powerful. I'd learned more from him in one night than I had with Al the past two months. But what really had me worried was that he didn't judge me by what others said, but by what he saw. And what he saw was me, not the smut or the demon pact or the shunning.

There was nothing but the soft warmth of skin between us, both of us holding tight to ourselves as if afraid.