Magic on the Storm

support, hands-on-he believed it could all go together, work together, instead of being sectioned and divided. Magic used by the few, technology used by the masses.”

“Common sense didn’t keep him from being murdered.”

Zay fell silent. That brought us full circle. Greyson was one of the people who had killed my father back when Greyson had been a man working for the Authority. As far as anyone in the Authority could figure it, the murder was a multiple-person, complicated job. James Hoskil, my dad’s ex-business partner’s son, had been involved. And so had Cody, the gifted but mentally limited Hand my friend Nola had taken in to live on her farm in Burns, off the grid, and out of reach of magic.

There were probably more people involved. We still didn’t know who.

A man leaned against Zay’s car. I’d expected Shame, but this man was taller, his white hair a beacon beneath the fluorescent light.

“Hey, Terric,” I said. “What brings you out?”

“An escaped Necromorph. You?”

“Injured Hound.”

“Shame with you?” I asked. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wished I could take them back.

Terric frowned, and brushed the side of his nose.

“He’s with Chase. Hunting.”

I glanced at Zayvion, who opened the driver’s-side door. “Get in. We need to get you somewhere safe.”

I got in. Not because I was going to let them drop me off somewhere out of their way, but because it was cold and dark, and I preferred to win my arguments where there was a heater and comfortable leg room.

Terric slid into the backseat. It was a little strange to have someone other than Shame back there. Since I didn’t know him very well, I distrusted him on principle. But Zay was perfectly comfortable with the man. Like he’d just had a work buddy return after a long absence.

“So who decided it’s a good idea to let Chase hunt her boyfriend?” I asked.

The muscle in Zay’s jaw clenched. Sore subject.

Terric answered. “She’s one of the best people to look for him, don’t you think?”

From how she was acting back at Maeve’s I didn’t think that was at all true. “I doubt she likes the idea of seeing him put back in a cage.”

“Maybe not,” he said. “But she knows that the Authority are the only people who might be able to help him.”

“Or kill him,” I said.

“That too. What is life without risk?”

“Long?”

Terric laughed, a sort of high whooping that made me-and Zayvion, much to my surprise-smile. Contagious. For all he had a serious exterior, Terric was the guy you’d want to sit next to at a funny movie, just to hear him laugh.

“So are either of you going to tell me why I can’t come on the hunt?”

“You need to be safe,” Zay repeated. Man did one-track mind like no one’s business.

“And where do you suggest my safety will be found?”

“Maeve’s.”

“You mean the place Greyson broke out of?”

“With people guarding you,” he went on over my remark. “There will be a new cage constructed for him. And if he comes to you-”

“Hold up. I’m bait?”

“Allie-”

“You have got to be kidding me. I’d be safer at home.” I didn’t say with my gargoyle because only Zay, Shame, and I knew the big lug had decided my apartment was his den, nest, quarry, whatever it was that gargoyles called home.

“No, you’ll be safer at Maeve’s,” he said.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” Wow. I sounded just like Davy. Just like Jack. Spoonful of my own medicine. Yuck.

“I’m not telling you what to do,” Zay said. “This is a direct order from Maeve.”

“Oh, for fuck sake. I’m an adult. Maeve is my teacher, not my mother.”

“You have met Mrs. Flynn?” Terric said from the backseat.

Just what I needed, another smart mouth in the car.

“You have to listen to her,” Zay said. “Because she is your teacher. Until you are done training under her, she has say about where you should be in the event of magical emergencies.”

“Was that in the contract I signed? Oh, no, wait. There was no contract.”

“No, there was a test and a vow.” Zay’s voice didn’t rise, but I could tell by how hard he was gripping the steering wheel that he was not a happy man. “If you break that, you are out of the Authority.”

It had been at least two months since Zay had had to remind me of that. Still, it chafed. I hated knowing that one perceived misstep would mean my memories, and all the training I’d done, would be gone out of my head. Hells, if they wanted to, they could make me forget who I was. Take away everything.

If I kept training, if I gave in this time, I knew I would become strong enough that they’d never be able to mess with my memories.

The soft moth-wing flutter tickled the backs of my eyes. I actually rubbed my eyes trying to make it go away until I remembered it wasn’t some kind of weird muscle twitch. It was my dad, in my head, reminding me that he was there.

We could be so much, he whispered. So powerful together. Life and death. Light and darkness. And all magic will be ours.

The only thing worse than my dad being in my head was him getting all creepy and poetical on me. I ignored him.

Zay had taken us down the twists of Terrwilliger Boulevard, and we were now headed into town, toward I-5 North.

“Where are Shame and Chase?” I asked.

“Hunting,” Zay answered.

“No, I mean where? Which part of town do you think Greyson’s in? You don’t think he made it across the bridge to Portland, do you? Do you think he could have made it downtown to Chapman Square?”

“He’s a Necromorph. He doesn’t have to use just his feet to get around.”

“So he could be in Chapman Square?”

Zay’s nostrils flared. “Why?”

“Someone opened a gate in the park, closed it, and crushed the spell so all traces of it would disintegrate within a half an hour. I thought I caught Greyson’s scent. It was faint. I don’t think he’s still there, if he ever was, but something happened there. Maybe around the same time he escaped.”

Both men were dead silent. I tried not to look smug, because frankly, I was more aggravated than smug.

“I’m taking you to Maeve’s. Then we’ll look,” Zayvion said.

“And I’m just going to wait at Maeve’s for days until you find him?”

“Allie, don’t,” Zay warned.

“Listen, when Greyson was on the street before, you said people in the Authority were looking for him for months. Who found him?”

Nothing.

“Me,” I said. “I found him.”

“No, he found you,” Zay said.

“Okay. He found me. So why not let me go out and find him this time? Let me be the hunter instead of the bait.”

Terric spoke. “Taking you to Maeve’s is a form of hunting. We’re setting the trap, and he’ll come for you.”