“We can all be dangerous, simply by being. Can power, magick, be dangerous? Of course. But I’m going to help you.”
She seems to perk up. “Really?”
I smile. “Really.”
“Is that what that’s for?” She gestures to the stones I’d arranged in a circle.
“Yes. To give you something to focus on."
She sits up fully, seeming both excited and wary. “Okay. And what exactly am I trying to do?”
“Do what feels right.”
She looks at me like I’m crazy and I bite the inside of my lip to stop from laughing. Pre-human world, she would have smacked me by now.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know what feelsright, Flint?” she asks with false sweetness and a good dose of irritation.
I can’t help the chuckle. I’m about to step onto a battlefield and it’s going to be so much fun.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Ireally wanna smack Flint for his smug maleness and his obvious enjoyment. “Do what feels right.” How the hell do I know what feels right? I’ve never done this before.
“Have you ever done this?” I ask. “Train someone like this, I mean.”
He shakes his head. “No, but I called for reinforcements.”
Before I can ask what the fuck he’s talkingabout, the shield he put up seems to shimmer in the light and Betsy appears.
WHAT
THE
FUCK
“Hey kids!” she signs out, gaily.
“Bits?! What the fuck–” before I can finish my sentence, she gestures with her hand. A sudden breeze kicks up, teasing some loose dirt from the ground and creating a mini-tornado.
I can’t even speak as Flint makes a similar gesture and a moment later, there’s a second tornado, a bit larger than the first, dancing around the circle.
Betsy laughs. “Race, cowboy?”
I’m completely fucking speechless as the two tiny twisters race around the inner barrier of the shield Flint constructed, Flint laughing like a boy and Betsy’s giggle sounding in the air. Betsy’s smaller funnel beats Flint’s by a hair.
“I leave the field to you, my lady.” He grins at her.
“As you should,” she nods, regally. “Now — what’s up, pumpkin?”
I can feel my mouth working, but no sounds come out. She smiles at me, indulgently and then turns to Flint.
“Care to fill me in?”
He walks her through what happened at home leading up to when she “stumbled upon” us in the park. “So you want me to…?”
“To help. I’ve never trained anyone, not like this. I figure you’re probably the most qualified person I know.”
This is too much.
