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My sister sighed, looking annoyed. “No. Our only option is for me to transfer her to you myself.” She shook out her hands and smoothed her hair. “Go stand by the circle and we’ll try it again.”
I went to stand next to the circle of salt. Valva stood inside, waiting patiently. “Okay,” I said. “We’re ready.”
Maisie cleared her throat and raised her hands. She drew Valva’s sigil in the air and repeated the spell Lenny had used verbatim—or so I thought. It certainly sounded the same to me.
I held my breath, waiting for the transfer spell to hit me. But nothing happened. After a few seconds of waiting, I grew restless. “Maisie?”
Maisie’s mouth fell open. “It’s not working.”
Lenny snorted, looking superior. “Now who screwed up?”
Maisie rounded on the male. “I did the spell right. There’s no reason the transfer shouldn’t have worked.”
Giguhl stepped forward. “Actually, there is one reason.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Maybe Valva’s supposed to be with Maisie.”
I looked at Maisie, gauging her reaction to Giguhl’s theory. She looked shocked by the idea.
Giguhl continued. “Think about it. When I met Sabina, she wasn’t looking for a familiar either. It just kind of happened without her really asking for it. Sort of like it was meant to be.”
Maisie didn’t look convinced. “I don’t know, guys. Mages usually chose their familiars. With you it’s different because you’re a Chthonic. It makes sense you’d have a demon familiar.”
“Yeah, but maybe the mixed-blood thing has something to with it,” I said, playing devil’s advocate. “Besides, you said before you’ve always wanted a familiar.”
Maisie opened her mouth to respond, but three Pythian Guards flashed into the fight ring to take custody of Lenny. Maisie spent the next few minutes filling them in on what happened and handing out instructions. Once they left with Lenny, she turned back to us.
“Okay, I’m not convinced Valva’s supposed to be my familiar, but until I can consult with Rhea and figure out what happened, there’s not much I can do.” She shot an apologetic look at Valva. “I’m sorry about all this.”
Valva shrugged. “I don’t mind. No offense, but anyone’s better than Lenny.”
Maisie smiled at the Vanity. “Thanks. We’ll get this sorted out soon.”
As she went to speak with Slade, and Giguhl and Valva began whispering to each other, I blew out a breath. What started as a girls’ night out had ended in an attempted murder on Giguhl and my sister being stuck with a demon familiar she didn’t want. I wasn’t sure how the Maisie thing was going to shake out, but I did know one thing: No one messed with my demon. It was time to stop waiting for the council to find the mage behind all these attempts on my life. That bitch was going down.
24
The next evening, I was getting ready to head to the council meeting when my bedroom door burst wide open. Orpheus stood on the threshold looking like an enraged god.
“You!” he said, his voice low and menacing.
I frowned at him. “You were expecting someone else? This is my room, after all.”
He pointed an accusing finger at me. “How could you take Maisie into that pit of iniquity?”
Ah, so that’s what this was about. “Look, dude, she wanted to go. I tried to talk her out of it, but it was her decision.”
Orpheus moved through the door and slammed it shut behind him. “I don’t give a damn whose idea it was. You should have known better than to take the oracle to a seedy dive bar. I knew you were trouble the moment you arrived.”
I crossed my arms. “You need to chill out. Nothing happened. Maisie’s fine.”
He sputtered for a moment, tripping over his tongue in his rush to argue. “You call getting involved in an attempted murder nothing?”
I shrugged. “She handled herself well. In fact, she made sure everything worked out.”
“If you call coming home with the stray demon of an attempted murderer working everything out.”
I raised my chin. “I do, actually.”
“I won’t have this. You hear me? Maisie needs to focus on regaining her visions. She doesn’t need to be wasting time consorting with the dregs of dark-race society.” His tone implied he included me in that group.
“Look, buddy, I know you’re used to calling the shots around here. But Maisie’s a grown female. She makes her own choices. Maybe instead of treating her like some fragile doll, you should treat her like the intelligent, strong female she is. And just maybe, if you stop pressuring her to be a one-woman vision factory, she’ll be able to relax long enough to start seeing the future again.”
His eyes narrowed and his posture went all stiff and offended. “You think you know so much? You’ve been here a few days. I’ve known Maisie her whole life. Helped Ameritat raise her as if she was my own daughter, out of respect for your father’s memory. So don’t tell me how to deal with Maisie when you yourself have shown complete disregard for both her station and her safety. Your father would be ashamed of you.”
I leaned forward, my jaw clenched and my stare icy. “I don’t give a f**k what Tristan Graecus would think of me.”
“And why doesn’t that surprise me? You father was a hero. A mage of honor. How his genes managed to produce such a selfish and irresponsible brat like yourself is a mystery.”
My mouth dropped open at the venom in both his eyes and his words. Before I could respond to his attack, however, he turned on his heel and slammed out of the room.
I went to the quivering doorframe and watched his angry progress down the hall. The door next to me opened and a horned head stuck out. Giguhl watched Orpheus’s retreat for a second. Then his head turned toward me. “What was that all about?”
I blew out a breath. “Someone’s not happy about Maisie’s night out.”
Worry spread over Giguhl’s face. “You don’t think he’s going to make her send Valva back to Irkalla, do you?”
I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, G. He’s not happy about it, but I don’t know if he has the power to make Maisie get rid of her. I’ll speak to her this evening and find out what she’s learned about the mix-up with the transference.”
Giguhl opened his mouth to say something, but just then a golden arm snaked out from the door behind him. The fingers tugged Giguhl’s arm. “Come back to bed, my little mischief maker.” Valva’s high-pitched voice was muffled but unmistakable.
