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red out the windows of the taxi that sped toward Hyde Park. The driver kept checking his rearview mirror, and he’d made it plain he was in a hurry to get me the hell out of his car.
“I could drop you off at the university,” he said for the third time.
“You’ll drop me off at the House, or I’ll call the city and tell them you refused a fare to a vampire.”
I didn’t think that was illegal; civil rights for vampires hadn’t exactly caught on. But he blanched, and kept driving.
Sometimes you took the victory where you could find it.
• • •
I slammed into the House in the mood for a fight, was momentarily disappointed Ethan and I had made up. A good, screaming yell-fest would have worked out some of my anger. The next best thing, I decided, would be a good bout of exercise. I could go for a run or get in a little time of my own in the training room, maybe practicing the ballet Berna had mentioned.
But Mallory intercepted me in the hallway. She wore cropped jeans rolled up above her ankles, sneakers, and over a fitted shirt, a stained canvas tunic that looked like something kindergarteners wore to protect their clothes while finger-painting. Her hair was parted to the side, the wider part braided in front, the braid tucked behind her ear. “First of all, Catcher told me about the Rogue, which completely sucks. But it looks like you kicked his ass.”
“Not enough to bring him down permanently.”
“One step at a time,” she said. “Second, I have something to show you. Ethan said you were on your way back to the House.” She gestured for me to follow her. “You need to come outside.”
“Mallory, I don’t have time for—”
“Come outside,” she said again. “Ethan, Malik, and Paige are already out there, and it’s work-related, I promise. I’ve got a little something in the crucible.”
That wasn’t an offer I thought I should refuse.
• • •
They’d set up in the House’s fancy barbecue, an enormous brick structure that was as much outdoor kitchen as grill. I recognized Mallory’s crucible, the slightly pitted and char-marked surface. It had survived the trip back to Wicker Park. I wondered if Margot’s snacks had fared as well.
Paige stood in front of the brick counter, looking at a book open beside the crucible, a basket on the brick patio at her feet.
Ethan and Malik stood a few yards away, presumably out of the danger zone. Both had their arms crossed as they watched the proceedings warily.
“What’s going on, exactly?” I asked as I joined them, and Mallory joined Paige in front of the barbecue.
“We’ve picked out a testable portion of the alchemy,” Paige said, putting drops of clear liquid in the crucible with a dropper.
“And why are you testing it here?”
“Because it needs testing,” Mallory said. “And we don’t want to burn down Wicker Park.”
I glanced at Ethan. “So you’re going to let her burn down Cadogan House?”
“I’m not going to burn anything down,” Mallory said, looking back with a grin. “It’s just, the houses in Wicker Park are really close together, so if anything did go wrong—which it won’t—it would spread quickly. Here, there’s plenty of room. Besides, I have Paige as my partner in crime.”
“I don’t have nearly as much practical experience,” she said. “More of the book stuff. So this is good practice for me.”
“I’m not sure that inspires confidence,” Ethan murmured.
“No, it does not,” Malik agreed.
“And what, exactly, will you be doing?” I asked.
“We’re increasing the resonance of rosemary,” Paige said, holding the crucible still as Mallory glopped green paste into it, stirred it with a wooden spoon.
“Elaborate, please,” Malik said.
“Alchemists were really committed to the idea that everything in its basic form was a little bit crappy,” Paige said. “But if you worked hard enough, you could raise something to its true potential.”
