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Ethan’s office at dusk looked like the losing team’s locker room. No smiles or champagne. Just supernaturals, blood, black coffee, and dour expressions.
“Well,” my grandfather said from the doorway, “this is a rather grim room.” Jeff walked in behind him in an Ombudsman T-shirt.
I looked up from my spot on the floor, where I’d been cleaning my sword with oil and rice paper. Sorcha’s magic had done a number on it.
“We’re feeling sorry for ourselves,” Mallory said from the couch, where she lay with her feet in Catcher’s lap.
“Because?”
“Check the papers,” Mallory said.
“I’ll agree last night was not what you’d call a victory,” my grandfather said, taking a seat in one of the club chairs in the sitting area.
“Drink, Chuck?” Jeff asked, then glanced at Ethan, gestured to the fridge in Ethan’s bookshelf. Ethan, who’d been reviewing contracts at the conference table, nodded, walked toward us.
“Water would be appreciated,” my grandfather said. “It’s gotten sticky out there. So much humidity.” He took a long look at Mallory. “How are you feeling?”
“I’ve been better,” she said, and held up her wrist, where she’d tied on what looked like a friendship bracelet with a small gold charm.
“Ward,” she said. “Not unlike Merit’s apotrope. Keeps the bad juju away.”
“Keeps Sorcha from draining any more of her magic,” Catcher said. “Although it will be a while before she’s in top form again.”
Mallory gestured to the green drink on the coffee table. “And in the meantime, he’s making me drink grass clippings.”
Catcher rolled his eyes. “It’s kale, and it’s good for you.”
“I don’t see how it could be,” she said, and I grimaced on her behalf. It did look like grass clippings.
“Any signs of the dragon?” Ethan asked, as Jeff took a bottle of water out of the fridge, brought it to my grandfather.
“No,” my grandfather said. “There’ve been patrols across the city. No sight of it here, or in Wisconsin, Michigan, Indiana. They’re running patrols across Lake Michigan, and there are copters in the air over the city.”
“She’ll bring it back,” Catcher said.
“Undoubtedly,” my grandfather said, uncapping the water and taking a long sip. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. “Let’s debrief,” he said, and we walked him through what we’d seen on Northerly Island.
; The dragon launched again, this time managed to stay airborne on the flight between the planetarium and Shedd Aquarium. As it landed, I could just make out the silhouette of Sorcha on its back, planted at the base of its neck like a cowboy, her blond hair flying.
The dragon landed atop the aquarium’s pointed dome, sending tiles streaming down the sides, where they crashed on the ground.
And then it turned our way.
“I got this,” Catcher said, pulling in enough power to make sparks fly across his skin. “Come at me, you asshole.”
It pushed off, buckling the dome and sending stone and steel flying. Water splashed into the air as it burst the tanks below. The dragon shrieked and trained its reptilian eyes on us, squawking as it dipped into a deep descent.
After a moment, Catcher held out his hand, the blue spark glowing into an orb. He wound up, pitched it forward, and it streaked like a star across the night. It hit the dragon’s driver’s side haunch. But instead of wounding him, digging into scales and flesh, it rebounded at an angle, launching back at us nearly as quickly as he’d thrown it.
“Hit the deck!” Catcher yelled, dragging the hem of my shirt to pull me to the ground.
The fireball flew above our heads, exploded behind us. We looked up at the smoke pouring from a window in the aquarium building.
“Shit,” Catcher said. “I guess that’s not going to work.”
“What the hell happened?” I asked.
“The scales are reflective,” Catcher said. “Magic bounces off.”
