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“How about I get some answers?” she snapped, and then apparently decided the heck with it, walked over and threw open the door.

Unlike the mage, she was not out there for long.

“What the fuck?”

She came back in, slammed the door behind her, and plastered herself against it, her eyes huge.

“Okay, the short version,” I told her. “This is my girl cave. I brought us in here because—well, in your case, I was rounding up my squad—”

“Your squad? What the—”

“Shut up?” I suggested.

And I guessed she really did want answers, because she shut up.

“I was rounding you guys up, got interrupted by the fight, and the squid kindly sent us flying over the city in a destroyed rickshaw that was about to plunge Louis-Cesare—this is Louis-Cesare, by the way,” I added, introducing my husband’s ass, because that was all that was sticking out of the tumbleweed at the moment.

“Hello,” the bruiser told it.

I decided to let him loose so he could drink his beer, which he did very politely.

“Anyway,” I continued, “we were about to plunge to our deaths, so I shoved us both in here, figuring that it gave us the best chance to survive—”

“And where’s here?” the girl interrupted.

“A stationary portal in non-space, kind of like the phase that allows this city to exist, only much smaller. I had a mage put the doorway in my purse—”

“You carry a phased arsenal around in your purse?”

“You’d get answers faster if you didn’t keep interrupting me,” I pointed out.

“Then get on with it!”

“I’m trying.” I was also trying to hold onto my temper, because we needed them. But she wasn’t making it easy.

“Anyway, we survived the fall, obviously, so here’s the deal. Louis-Cesare and I were at the fights hoping to meet you. Zheng-zi said you might be able to help us out—”

“When are you going to get to the point?” she practically shrieked.

I paused. “And which point would that be?”

“Why we’re in what looks like the goddamned dead zones on the horn of some monster, that’s what!”

I looked at her in confusion. “That’s where the purse landed?”

“Auggghhhh!”

She actually said that. And then pulled at her hair with both fists in a way that had me wondering if she was deranged. Since her next move was to round on the dark mage, who had already downed three of the beers and was popping the top on number four, I was pretty sure the answer was yes.

“You said this wouldn’t happen!”

He looked at her over the top of his beer can. “Sorry?” It was sarcastic as hell.

Despite myself, I was warming to the guy.

The girl, on the other hand, clearly was not.

“Auggghhhh!” she said again, and proceeded to do some more hair pulling.

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