Black Magic Sanction

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His gun wasn't pointing at me, and I tried not to giggle in my relief. 'Surviving,' I said, rubbing my thigh to make it tingle where the dart had hit me, right through my jeans. 'Or maybe, trying to survive. This isn't looking good right now.'

He nodded, scuffing the bits of ceiling tile between us. The door was still closed. No one had come in, but they might if Brooke wouldn't shut up. 'It was never anything personal, you know, between us,' he said again.

Nothing personal? A spark of anger burst and fizzled as I remembered Kisten getting shot at Lee's house, and then Lee trying to sell me to Al. My leg quivered. The drug was shifting, becoming more potent. My hands opened, and my gun slid to the tile. I tried to grasp it, failing. If I hadn't been on the floor, I would have fallen. Blinking, I looked at Brooke, still fuming behind her bubble. If she stepped out, Lee might shoot her, and she knew it. But if she stayed in there, we'd simply walk out. Neener, neener, neener...

'I need... to know,' I said, slurring. I tried to pick up my gun, but my fingers only pushed it around, and it scraped the tile sadly. 'Does Al have anything on you at all? Do you owe him a cup of coffee? A stick of gum? Anything?'

Lee lifted his chin, hiding his panic at the memory of being Al's familiar. 'Not anymore. The second he let go of my body, it was over. I'm no one's slave.'

I managed a smile. 'That's good. Good for you, Lee. You shouldn't let Trent push you around anymore either. You want to get out of here?' Crap. My ears were humming, and I couldn't pick up my damn gun. I didn't have the luxury of holding a grudge. 'I need some help, Lee. Please. I got you away from Al. Sort of.'

Glancing at Brooke, Lee shook his head. 'Sorry, Rachel,' he stated again. 'You're too dangerous. Al follows you like a puppy.'

I nodded, feeling the world list. 'He can't touch you when you're with me. Pr-r-romise.'

He thought about that for an unreal three seconds, his attention sliding to the door and back. 'I've never heard of you lying to anyone,' he finally said, a glimmer of his old confidence showing. 'You've got a deal.'

Oh, good. I didn't think I could stay awake much longer.

'You son of a bitch!' Brooke shouted, infuriated, but Lee was crossing the room to me. 'She gave you to a demon! And you're going to risk your life for her? Are you insane?'

Lee scuffed his five-hundred-dollar shoe to a halt before me. 'Trent seems to think you're hard to deal with. I've never seemed to have that problem.'

'Well, Trent's just a big b-badass, isn't he,' I slurred. 'You leave, and you're a dead witch!' Brooke threatened from her bubble. 'Dead!'

'She's stronger than you,' Lee said to her, his fingers moving in a subtle ley-line charm to make my skin prickle. 'And she asked for my help. She didn't dart me like an animal and drag me from my business meeting. Bitch.' He knelt beside me, and the scent of redwood grew stronger. 'Upsy daisy, Rachel. We need to find a phone. They took mine.'

'She took mine, too,' I whispered as he put an arm under my shoulder and lifted. Lee smelled good as I slid into him. Really good, like redwood and the sea, and I shoved my face into his chest. 'You smell nice,' I said, giggling, then whooped when he stood and my feet scrabbled for purchase. He'd picked up my gun, and I reached for it even as my knees wobbled.

'And you weigh more than you look,' he grumbled, staggering as my balance shifted.

I could feel the energy in him tingle between us where we touched. His hands were like sparks of sensation, the curse he had prepped but not invoked hovering an inch off his skin, rubbing my aura like a power pull. Or maybe it was just the drugs.

Brooke fumed. 'Don't be stupid, Saladan,' she threatened, pulling out a phone and hitting a button. Though I was half out of my mind, I thought it telling that she was afraid to face him alone. She was afraid he might know black magic. How smart was it that our highest-ranking affiliation of witches intentionally kept themselves so clean that they couldn't stand up to one black-arts spell unless they were in a group?

Lee wasn't fazed by her threats, and he took on more of my weight as he edged us around one of the downed men. 'You don't get it, do you?' he said as I got my arms around his neck and lost control of my legs. Not missing a beat, Lee hoisted me up and dropped my gun into my lap. 'There is nothing you can do that could be worse than what happened to me in the ever-after,' he said, me in his arms. 'So what if she might be a demon? She was born on our side of the lines. I'd like to have her as a friend. Go ahead and put me in Alcatraz. At least I'd be safe there from what's coming.'

'Oh good, Lee is my friend,' I slurred, then tried to swallow my spit, having to really concentrate on it. We were moving. Isnt Pierce supposed to he here? He said he'd follow me. The world was spinning. I couldn't focus on the door, inches from my face as Lee fumbled for the lever and used his hip to trigger it. The door cracked open, and I breathed in the scent of books and coffee-stained carpet that said university. There was no noise, and it felt damp, as if we were underground. No wonder no one had come at the gunshot. I thought we were in the basement.

Brooke confidently snapped her phone shut. 'You won't get three steps out that door,' she said from behind the sheet of clear-blue-tinted ever-after, afraid to come out with Lee's hands hazed by black magic even as they held me like a lover. 'Filthy, dirty black-magic witch.'

Lee halted in the threshold, a faint smile quirking his lips. He had a tiny scar on his eyelid, and I tried to touch it. 'There's no proof that I use black magic, and my lawyers get paid more than yours,' he said, then glanced at me. 'What are you doing?'

'You got a cute scar,' I said, and he sighed.

'You are so stoned,' he said as he strode into the hallway. Lee was saving me. How screwed up was that?

A tingling went through my aura, and my eyes widened. 'She's outta her circle,' I said, and he turned so fast my stomach lurched. Then I shrieked when Lee let go of me. My gun hit the floor with my feet, and I leaned into him, almost falling but for the arm he kept around me.

'There,' he said, lips inches from my ear as three big guys in gray literally rolled into the hallway, weapons pointed. One had a wand, the other two conventional weapons. Lee shifted his arm around my throat as if holding me captive. 'I want out!' he yelled as if crazed. 'My name is Stanley Saladan, and I want a car at the front with the keys in the ignition and running. Clear the halls. Or I'll fuckin' kill her!'

Brooke laughed from the doorway. 'Shoot them both,' she said as she filled a syringe.

I whimpered, unable to feel my feet. If it wasn't for Lee, I'd be on the floor.

'Sorry, Rachel,' Lee said as he dropped me. 'Cover your eyes.'

Shrieking, I hit the floor. I was looking at the ugly carpet squares when a bright flash made everything white-light hot. Cries rang out, and guns popped. Nothing hit me, and I got my elbows under me and looked up. Lee was standing over me like an avenging angel in a baggy suit, hands moving as he spoke a ley-line charm. My hair began to float and I shivered. The black curse slithered over me, rubbing my aura like black silk, whispering of power. I'd felt Lee's strength before, and it had crushed me. He really was the better witch.

Brooke was down, one of her legs and a red shoe showing through the open door. The three men in the hall were blinking, clustered together at the center of a charred circle that ran up the walls and touched the ceiling. Doors were opening, and heads were poking out. 'Leave, or you will die,' Lee said, and the one with the wand bolted back the way he had come.

'No!' I shouted, but Lee threw the spell hazing his hand with dripping blackness. His magic hit the two remaining men, and they screamed, the sound clawing out of their throats as if being pulled by twisted razor wire as they collapsed into a convulsing pile. The doors down the hall shut. Someone had pulled the fire alarm, and I covered my ears.

The two men were silent, no longer moving as blood spilled from their eyes and ears. Shit. Shit. Shit. I was going to get blamed for this.

'You got a way out of here, right?' he asked, my hands falling as he pulled me up.

'I wish you hadn't done that,' I whispered. I was going to throw up. I knew it.

'I said, do you have a way out!' Lee exclaimed, hoisting me higher and tucking his shoulder under mine. 'Can you jump us out or something? You're the demon here.'