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When he stubbornly stayed silent, I sighed and gave in—for the moment. If and when he learned to trust me, his memory might improve. Any lies now would only make it that much harder for him to admit the truth later.
“I’ll see if I can find out what happened to Tami,” I told him. “I know a few people who may be able to tell me if the Circle has her.” Jesse’s expression clearly said that he didn’t give much for my chances. Knowing the Circle, neither did I.
We got up to rejoin the others, but were stopped at the door by a small parade. A line of little bird bodies was climbing out of a large trash can and slowly lurching inside. They’d obviously been in the trash for good reason: no feathers, skin or even flesh was in evidence, just brittle bones held together by cartilage and, apparently, thin air.
Jesse said a word I’d have preferred he didn’t know at his age, and looked at me fearfully. “He doesn’t do it all the time, only when the baby’s fussy or…or something.”
I followed the trail of pigeon corpses inside, where they joined a bunch of others, who were doing an odd shuffling motion on the floor around Miranda. I finally realized it was supposed to be a dance. The baby was happily waving a sauce-covered spoon at them, while a maybe eight-year-old Asian boy grinned proudly.
“Necromancer?” I asked softly.
Jesse scuffed a shoe over the now quite filthy tile. “I forgot about him.”
“Uh-huh.” I wondered what else he’d “forgotten.”
I explained the situation as well as I could to Miranda. “Yesss, okay,” she hissed, wiping a lump of sauce off the baby’s chin. “Yum, yum, yum.” The little girl burbled at her and Miranda bared her fangs in the closest she could get to a smile. I gave up.
I cautioned Jesse to see that everyone stayed out of sight and close enough to Astrid to decrease the likelihood of any accidents. Then I went looking for my partner. I needed to clear a few things off my to-do list before I had to start keeping it in volumes.
Chapter 7
Finding Pritkin wasn’t difficult. He and one of his buddies were where they’d been most of the week—holed up a storeroom in the lower levels of Dante’s, poring over ancient tomes. When I opened the door, he looked up from a giant volume with the trapped expression of a hunted animal. His hair, which usually defied the laws of physics, was hanging in dispirited clumps and a smear of red decorated his forehead and one cheek, courtesy of the book’s disintegrating leather binding. I’d gotten the impression that research wasn’t his favorite thing. Maybe because he couldn’t beat up the books.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“Show was canceled.”
Nick looked up from the middle of a ring of books, scrolls and, incongruously, a modern laptop. He appeared harmless, a bespectacled redhead with so many freckles that he almost had a tan, his hands and feet too big for the rest of him, like a Great Dane puppy. But the gangly young man was actually a mage, and since he was a friend of Pritkin’s, he was probably a lot more dangerous than he looked.
He took in my ensemble, which had settled on a watery gray afternoon. A few random orange blossoms scattered across the silk intermittently, as if blown by gusts of wind. It looked a little tired. “Any particular reason?”
“It’s raining.”
Nick’s eyebrows drew together. “I thought you were showing in the ballroom.”
“Frogs,” I clarified.
The small doll-like creature perched on a stack of books at Nick’s elbow finally bothered to acknowledge my presence. “Did you say frogs?”
“Kinda put a damper on things.”
Nick glanced at Pritkin, who sighed. “Go.” Nick didn’t need to be told twice. Maybe he was tired of research, too.
His diminutive companion rolled her eyes and went back to ostentatiously ignoring me. The pixie, named Radella, was a liaison from the Dark Fey king. By “pixie” I mean a tiny, foul-tempered creature who made even Pritkin look diplomatic, and by “liaison” I mean spy. She was here to do two things: drag Françoise back into slavery and make sure I didn’t cheat on the deal I’d cut with her king. He wanted the Codex, too, and figured I was the gal to get it for him. The pixie looked like she was starting to have her doubts.
She wasn’t the only one. I’d agreed to the king’s proposal for a number of reasons. I’d been in his territory and under his control, so saying no might have been very unhealthy. I’d needed room and board for a friend, a vampire named Tomas, in the one place where even the Senate’s long arms couldn’t reach. And the king had promised me help in solving the biggest riddle of my life.
Tony had always avoided telling me anything about my parents. My guess was that he’d assumed I might be a little upset if I learned about the car bomb he’d used to kill them, thereby allowing him to keep my talents all to himself. Or maybe he’d just felt like being a bastard. He always had liked combining business with pleasure.
It was the same vindictiveness that had led him to decide that merely killing my father wasn’t good enough. He’d been an employee of Tony’s, one of the humans kept around to manage things in daylight, but he’d refused to hand me over when ordered. And no one ever told the boss no and got away with it. So Tony paid a mage to construct a magical trap for my father’s spirit, allowing him to continue the torment from beyond the grave.
I hoped to pry Tony’s trophy from his cold dead fingers someday, but that required finding him first. And my last trip into Faerie had proven that I was no match for the Fey. Without the dark king’s help, I would never get anywhere near the bolt-hole Tony had found for himself. And for some reason, the king wanted the Codex as much as I did. A fact that worried me more than a little whenever I let myself think about it.
“What happened to your neck?” Pritkin demanded.
My hand went to the scarf I’d tied over the puncture marks. One edge of the gauze pad I’d put over the wound was sticking out above the chiffon. Trust Pritkin to notice, and to comment. “Cut myself shaving.”
“Very funny. What happened?”
