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“Quoi?”
“Like lightning.” I danced about a little and understanding lit her eyes.
She looked at the pixie, who was hovering well out of reach near the ceiling, and smiled. “Shock me and I’ll cut your heart out,” Radella promised.
Françoise didn’t comment, but she clipped the small device to the olive green, army-style tool belt she’d found in a weapons locker. It looked a little odd next to her outfit. She was still wearing the dress from the fashion show, although the spiders were starting to look a bit lackluster. Two had stopped moving altogether, and the one on her shoulder had been weaving the same web for the last twenty minutes. It looked like the charm was meant to last for one day only.
Other than the dress she’d had on when she escaped from Faerie, it was the only outfit I’d seen her wear. It suddenly occurred to me that she might not have any others. I made a mental note to take her shopping.
“What seems to be the holdup?” I asked Radella, while examining a 9 mm. It didn’t look like the grip was any smaller than mine, so I put it back.
“I can’t find it, all right?” She fluttered to the top of a gun cabinet and sat down, chin in hand. Her iridescent wings drooped around her shoulders dispiritedly. “I’ve looked everywhere!”
“Then look again!”
“If the portal was here, I’d have found it!”
“Well, obviously not,” I pointed out. “Because it is here.”
“Then it should have been easy to locate,” Radella groused. “The power output alone—”
“Come again?”
She gave me a disgusted look. “Portals don’t run on batteries! They’re rare not only because they’re regulated but because few people have a power source capable of handling one.”
“What kind of power are we talking about?”
“A lot. A ley-line sink is usually required, although there are talismans capable of opening a short-term gateway. But they’re rare. I doubt that vampire had one.”
“A ley-line what?”
“Where two lines cross and pool their energy,” Radella said impatiently. I blinked at her. “Ley. Lines,” she said, very slowly and distinctly. “You do know what those are, right?”
I had heard of them, but the memory was vague. Just something about a lot of ancient monuments being constructed on parallel lines. “Assume I know nothing,” I told her.
She smirked. “I always do.” Françoise said something in a language I didn’t know and Radella flushed bright red. She slapped her tiny hand down, making the whole cabinet shudder beneath her. “Quiet, slave! Remember to whom you’re speaking!”
“I always do,” Françoise told her sweetly.
“Ladies!” I looked back and forth between the two of them, but nobody was going for weapons, which made it a pretty congenial conversation for those two.
“To put it really, really simply,” Radella said icily, her eyes still on Françoise, “ley lines are borders between worlds: yours, mine, the demon realms, whatever. When those borders collide, you get stress, like when two of your tectonic plates rub together. And stress creates energy.”
“Like magical fault lines.”
“That’s what I said!” Radella snapped. “Only in this case, there’s no land to move, only magical energy getting hurled about. Therefore, instead of earthquakes or tsunamis, you get power, which can be used for various applications by those who know how.”
“Like running portals.”
“Under certain circumstances. If two particularly strong ley lines cross, they might generate that kind of energy, but it doesn’t happen often.”
“Then all we have to do is look for this sink thing,” I said excitedly. “If it’s putting off that kind of power, it should be easy to find!”
Radella sighed and muttered something I was just as glad I couldn’t understand. “There are ley lines all around Vegas,” she finally said. “But none cross anywhere near here. The closest area where they do is the MAGIC enclave, which is why it was built where it is.”
“So what was Tony using?” I asked impatiently.
“As a guess?” Radella pursed her little mouth. It made her look like professor Barbie. “Death magic. Quick, powerful, easily obtained.”
