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“No, we should wait for more of these things,” said Babd, pointing to the skull. “Follow them to their nest.”
“With the souls we get from Yama we can go above,” said Macha. “Above! Find the soul sellers. Grow stronger. Hold dominion. Build a nest.”
“With cushions,” added Nemain.
“I don’t trust Yama,” said Babd, emboldened by her easy soul score. “The last time—the banshee.”
“And the gun,” said Macha.
“And the way he walks in the light,” said Nemain. “How does he do that?”
“Shhhh,” shushed Babd. There were voices in the pipes. Not filtering down from above, but in the pipes with them. Small voices. She bridged herself over the top of the pipe, disappearing into the darkness there as best she could, fighting the form she had gained. Her sisters moved away from the grate above and became part of the darkness once again.
The procession of creatures moved by them, perhaps ten of them, each with the little light showing through his clothes, each carrying some bit of meat or animal part, except the last, who carried what looked like a porcelain candy dish that also glowed with the light of a human soul.
The Morrigan followed them for blocks, flowing along the sides of the pipes, watching as the little creatures climbed a makeshift ladder and hopped, one by one, through an open storm grate. Babd moved to look out but the daylight singed her and she pulled back.
“Wait,” she said.
When darkness fell an hour later they gathered at the storm grate and looked out.
“I remember this place,” said Nemain.
“That tall green one kept running over us here,” said Macha. “Cars suck.”
Babd rose up, spotted a very large Victorian house across the street, a sign in front that she could not read.
“What is it?” asked Nemain.
“The nest,” said Babd.
The director messaged Lily to see him in his office when her shift was finished. She set an alarm on her phone that would go off five minutes into her appearance and would sound like a phone call. The door was open and she could hear Mr. Leonidas and Sage talking. She listened long enough to determine they weren’t talking about her, then knocked.
“Come in,” Leonidas said. He was dark and a little doughy, with eyebrows that Lily found it hard to look away from because they really looked like they might have ideas of their own. Because of her fascination with his eyebrows, Leonidas thought that Lily paid rapt attention to everything he said and consequently showed her favor over the other counselors. Leonidas had a background in psychology and public health, so being a snarky bitch around him was deeply unsatisfying because he would always try to find the root of her discontent, the hurt behind her hostility; getting a rise out of him was like trying to give a handjob to a parking meter: you were going to end up frustrated and exhausted long before a cop came along to haul you away. In spite of herself, she kind of liked Leonidas. Having Sage in the room, the enemy, was presenting a dilemma.
“Mr. Leonidas,” Lily said. “What can I do for you? I can wait until you’re done with Sage if you’d like.”
“No, please have a seat. Sage brought something to my attention and I thought it fair that she be here to see how it was handled.”
“Oh, right,” said Lily. “For her thesis. Sure.” She sat down, looked over the array of a dozen or so family pictures propped across Leonidis’s desk. “How’s the fam? Have any more kids?”
“No, still just the six, same as when you asked me two weeks ago.”
“Well, I know how busy you are,” Lily said. “What’s up?”
“Lily, Sage heard some disturbing dialogue in the call center today, and I thought we would all listen to the recording together so we could understand what happened.”
“I don’t see what she has—”
Leonidis held up his hand to stop her right there. “Let’s just listen.”
He hit a key on his PC keyboard and Lily heard her own voice coming out of the speakers. Sage sat back and nodded, as if she’d just wrapped the big case on Law & Order.
“Crisis Center, this is Lily, what’s your name?”
And there was silence. Nothing.
“Hi, Mike,” Lily’s voice said on the recording. “How are you doing today?”
