Tau smiled and twirled her fingers.
Grégoire spun and raised his swords to Tau like an offering. She slid her thumbs along the steel. Her blood slicked down across the blades. The vamp staggered toward the Truebloods. One sword lifted above Molly and Evan’s ward.
“Assassiner,”Tau repeated.
Kitssss.Beast reached inside and ripped her claws through the Gray Between.
The world swirled and roared around me. The gray magics erupted out. And then died. I lost my footing as an unfamiliar pain slammed into my chest, stealing my breath. I caught myself on the bar, not sure how I’d gotten there. Not sure what had happened. Except that my chest was aching as if I’d taken a hit. I glanced down and saw a scuff in the scarlet leather jacket. Yeah. Somehow, in the Gray Between, I’d been spell-stabbed. The leather/Dyneema/chain-mail counterspells had protected me.
Eli’s weapons were laid in a row on the bar, like a line of death, but nothing he had on hand had worked. He looked like death warmed over, face greenish, fingers trembling. I grabbed up my vamp-killer and raised it across my body in the Spanish Circle’s cross-guard.
Grégoire spun past me, knocking my clumsy block, sending my blade spinning across the room. His sword circled, a flashy move in preparation to cut Molly’s ward.
The blade fell and sliced through the energies like a hot knife through butter. The magics sizzled and spat and fell.
Lachish dropped her ward for half a second, and threw the orb of magics she had gathered once before. It wasn’t the tightly shaped weapon it had been, but it also wasn’t weak.
It hit Grégoire, cutting like a scissors through his marionette strings. He fell in a heap. The magics slithered likesnakes up his body and inside, crawling through the hole in his belly where the stake still rested. I hoped Lachish hadn’t just killed Leo’s boy toy and best fighter, but I also didn’t have time to help him now, because Leo walked back through the door from the stairway. The stake was still in his chest. He too had a brooch in his flesh, pinned through his throat.
“Oh, crap,” I breathed. Leo had been left upstairs, incapacitated. Withthem...
Tau sidled up to him in a four-beat step, step-step-turning-step-step, as if she shared a dance with him. She yanked the stake out of him. Vamp blood splattered and Tau licked the stake. Leo looked at her and laughed.
Okay. Not good.
Ming slid off the small table and onto the floor, standing. Unlike Grégoire and Leo, Ming had no pin. Maybe she didn’t need one. Maybe she had been under the control of Tau for so long that she was biddable just by the pulse of magic. My bringing her as my ace in the hole suddenly looked a lot less brilliant. She walked with the snake-spine-slither of the vamp on the prowl, head swiveling too far to the left and too far to the right. Hunting.
Ming set her eyes on Lachish. Leo set his eyes on Molly. Grégoire mewled, where he lay on the floor, and tried to stand. There was too much magic. That’s what had happened to the Gray Between. I was surrounded by the green mist. It was on my clothes, on my skin, in my hair. It was interfering with everything. And if I couldn’t get to the Gray Between, I couldn’t shift, couldn’t heal, and for certain couldn’t bubble time.
I repocketed the blob and raced to the nearest Onorio. I tore his leather jacket open to find enough blades to run that good-sized butcher shop. I took three, a long sword in my right hand and two in my left, the blades held forward and back, like a helicopter blade. I cut through the bloody blob with all three steel blades, coating the edges with the mixed blood, smeared there by Gee, and with magics. Then I raced to Tau. And I cut her.
CHAPTER 20
In the Blood of My Enemy
She threw up her arm in a defensive gesture, shock on her face. Her defensive spell was too late to stop all damage, as if defensive magics hadn’t been prepared for. As if was no one was supposed to fight back with mundane weapons.
Stupid girl,Beast thought as my blades slid through the rising wards, cutting.
It wasn’t a killing strike. Her raw power was enough to stop the edges of the swords long before that. But it was enough. Maybe. Moving in Beast-speed, I watched as two of my circling blades cut along her raised arm, shallow enough to do no long-term damage, but deep enough to hurt like a son of a gun. Taking her blood with them. Anointing my blades, the same way she had anointed Grégoire’s, because, for sure, blood had been part of the Nicauds’ dark working.
Killing claws in the blood of my enemy,Beast screamed inside me. The sound came out of my throat, a puma’s fighting scream of rage.
Tau screamed back, the sound a shrieking peal of anguish, so close to a vampire’s death scream it was hardto determine the difference. She dropped to the floor beneath an emerald ward, hard as diamond, cradling her arm. Her mother rushed to her and slid into the ward as if it were made of water, already muttering incantations of healing.
I slashed my helicopter blades through the mist in the air, and the green fog we were breathing parted. Gathered. Tightened into tight, irregular, balls of dull green, like sleet. Congealed and hardened. The solidified mist fell to the floor, raining down with slight pings. The air cleared instantly except around Tau and her mother, where the mist grew more dense and then settled on their personal wards like a layer of glue. Score one for blood-magic used against a blood-magic user by a nonmagic user. That had to be record of some kind.
The edge of one blade I had used on the air was coated with a gummy slime. I tossed it out of the way, to land with a clang in the corner. I still had two blood blades. I raced to Leo.
Yanking his arm, I whirled him around and pulled back my right arm. I stabbed Leo in the center of his abdomen, exactly where the stake had been. “Molly!” I called. As the blade slid from Leo’s undead flesh, I plucked the brooch free and whipped it through the air to Evan.
His ward parted and closed again with an audible snap, the brooch in his hand. Beside him, Molly was waking again, her hands going to her belly.
Something hit me, in the same spot where the scarlet leathers had been nicked. I looked down to see another scrape. Something hit me again, a little to the left, but hard enough this time to hurt. Green energies swarmed in front of my face, a confused-looking mass of undirected power.
Tau had thrown a spell at me. The magics had impacted my leathers, rebounded, and gathered themselves. In front of my eyes, her working reshaped itself. And shot back. The spell hit Tau, who fell again. Silent this time, her screaming having stopped cold.
Gee. He had wiped his blood all over me and all over the blob. Somehow he had warded me. Or my clothes.Or... added to the spells on my leathers that protected me against magical attack. Yeah.That.
