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“He’s not going to win any handwriting awards,” Catcher agreed.
“Portnoy clearly didn’t want anyone futzing around with his grimoire,” Mallory said. “The illustrations work on the same principle that the words did; they need the same kind of translation. But you’ve got to get them into the right position.”
“My turn,” Catcher said, then shook his hands, preparing himself. He reached out, turned the page in the top right corner ninety degrees clockwise. Then he turned the page in the bottom left corner ninety degrees counterclockwise, made a symbol in the air above the set of images.
Just like with the text, the line drawings began to reorganize themselves—not just the discrete lines changing size and position, but the entire drawing rearranging, reassembling itself into a different whole as magic vibrated softly in the air.
And what was pictured there left us in silence.
The spark from the Egregore’s page was there, and beside it what looked like a complex arrangement of alchemical symbols. And after that, presumably created from the working of alchemy on the Egregore magical spirit, was a large animal-like form that loomed over a sleepy village. The Egregore’s spark was barely a dot in the middle of its broad and jagged forehead.
“She’s going to give the Egregore a physical form,” Mallory quietly said.
“We said she wanted a weapon,” Catcher said. “Someone to fight her battles for her. We were right.”
; She smiled. “Did you set me up on an academic date?”
“I did. You’ll like Pax.”
“Just don’t like him too much,” Catcher said from the conference table.
She clutched the folder to her chest. “Never fear, Mr. Bell,” she said, squeezing my arm before heading back to the table. “Good job, vampire.”
“Thank you, witch.” I looked back at Ethan. “I should probably go get dressed.” I was still in jeans, and I’d need something a lot more substantial for tonight’s events.
Ethan checked his watch. “You’ve got twenty minutes.”
Immortals with so little time. Wasn’t that ironic?
• • •
I opted for my leathers. Good boots. Hair in a ponytail, to keep it out of my face. My dagger tucked into my boot, my katana belted around my waist. My wedding ring was a new weight on my hand, and I looked down at it in the mirror, smiled at the gleam of metal, the reminder of my grandmother. The reminder of family, and things worth protecting. It was time to do a little protecting of my own, and this time with my family by my side. Or the supernatural members of it, anyway.
I walked downstairs, found Ethan at his desk, Mallory and Catcher at the table. There was a faint buzz of magic in the room, which I hoped was a good sign.
Ethan was on his phone, nodding. “Thank you,” he said after a moment, and put it down again. He looked up, looked me over. “Well, Sentinel. You look fierce.”
“I am fierce,” I said. “Do I look ready to take on a crazed and possibly magic-addicted sorceress?”
He cocked his head, gave me a serious appraisal. “Absolutely. Although you may want to work on a ferocious scowl.”
I gave him a look. “How’s this one?”
“Keep working on it,” he said, then rose, walked around his desk, tipped up my chin with a finger, gazed at me carefully. You’re okay?
I’m fine, I promised him. I’ll be better when she’s wrapped up. Who was on the phone?
He leaned back against the desk, crossed his arms, smiled. “It was Morgan, my nosy Sentinel. He’s offered whatever help we need.”
“Good,” I said with a nod. “What did you tell him?”
“He’ll put a dozen vampires in Grant Park, just in case. Another dozen vampires here, just in case.” Ethan smiled. “And he’s going to be with them, sword in hand.”
“Good boy,” I said. “He may make a decent Master after all.”
“Fingers crossed,” Ethan said. “Were you able to find a boat?”
He hadn’t known that I’d meant to ask Jonah—and didn’t know where the Red Guard’s HQ was—but there was still a gleam in his eye.
