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in Dresden,” Gideon said in a low voice.
I stopped walking and jerked around to look at him in shock. “Really?” The Ivory Tower in Dresden was home to the largest collection of spell books and magical history tomes of all the Towers. I hadn’t expected them to allow it, let alone decide so quickly.
“On one condition,” he added, causing my stomach to knot.
Dropping backward, I leaned my shoulders against the wall of the building and shoved my hands into my coat pockets. “I knew it.” The council was never one to do anything the easy way.
“They will let you use the library as much as you like on the condition that you remove the protection spells on Simon Thorn’s rooms.”
My mouth dropped open at the mention of my old mentor. The bastard’s body was now buried under the street in a crappy part of town while his soul now served as the ferryman for the dead in the Underworld, thanks to yours truly. I couldn’t feel bad for him though. He’d tortured me while he was alive and succeeded in handing a chunk of my soul over to Lilith. At least he could say that he had steady employment for the rest of eternity.
“The spells are still active?” I’d killed Simon months ago. Someone should have figured out what he was using to protect his shit ages ago.
“Three have gone in. None have come back out.”
“Is the council sure they’re dead?” But even as the question left my lips, I knew it was stupid. This was Simon we were talking about. The man was a murderous psychopath on a good day. It was only made worse by the fact that he had been a warlock, giving him carte blanche to raise whatever the hell he wanted without fear of retribution.
“If their screams are anything to go by, then yes, they’re all dead.”
Sighing, I leaned my head back against the wall and stared up at the sliver of sky I could see between the buildings. It was an ugly orangish black as the lights of the city hit against the heavy black clouds overhead, leaving you with a claustrophobic feeling like you were trapped in a bell jar with all the other insects.
I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of going back to the Towers in the first place, particularly the Dresden Tower, since that’s where all the horrors of my life actually took place. But I needed to research Death Magic, not to mention a few other things that Gideon and the council didn’t need to know about.
Adding to my dilemma was the fact that if anyone could get into Simon Thorn’s rooms, it was most likely going to be me. I had studied under the bastard. I knew the spells and wards that he favored. Hell, I used half of them to this day. I learned to unravel most of them so they wouldn’t kill me in my sleep each night. The only concern was whether Simon had bothered to change all his spells after I left the Towers when I was a teenager. If he hadn’t, there was a good chance I could get in quite easily. If he had, I was so fucked.
But what choice did I have?
“Let me head home and get changed into something Towers appropriate,” I said with a sneer as I turned back toward the main street and my car.
“You don’t have to do this,” Gideon said, catching me with a hand on my shoulder.
“We both know I do,” I grumbled. “If it’s not this, then it’ll be for some other reason. Everyone knows I’m their best shot at getting in there, and I’m sure there are some nosy pricks who are dying to know what the hell Simon was up to.”
“Then we go now.” As he spoke, a biting chill swept down my body like icy hands sliding over my flesh from my shoulders to my feet. I tried to jerk away but Gideon held tight to my shoulder. Glancing down at myself, I found that I was now wearing the uniform of the guardians, leaving behind the guise of the mild-mannered tattoo artist with the charming disposition.
“Warn me next time,” I snapped before one last shiver claimed me.
I thought I heard Gideon give a derisive snort, but the world blinked out and there
I stopped walking and jerked around to look at him in shock. “Really?” The Ivory Tower in Dresden was home to the largest collection of spell books and magical history tomes of all the Towers. I hadn’t expected them to allow it, let alone decide so quickly.
“On one condition,” he added, causing my stomach to knot.
Dropping backward, I leaned my shoulders against the wall of the building and shoved my hands into my coat pockets. “I knew it.” The council was never one to do anything the easy way.
“They will let you use the library as much as you like on the condition that you remove the protection spells on Simon Thorn’s rooms.”
My mouth dropped open at the mention of my old mentor. The bastard’s body was now buried under the street in a crappy part of town while his soul now served as the ferryman for the dead in the Underworld, thanks to yours truly. I couldn’t feel bad for him though. He’d tortured me while he was alive and succeeded in handing a chunk of my soul over to Lilith. At least he could say that he had steady employment for the rest of eternity.
“The spells are still active?” I’d killed Simon months ago. Someone should have figured out what he was using to protect his shit ages ago.
“Three have gone in. None have come back out.”
“Is the council sure they’re dead?” But even as the question left my lips, I knew it was stupid. This was Simon we were talking about. The man was a murderous psychopath on a good day. It was only made worse by the fact that he had been a warlock, giving him carte blanche to raise whatever the hell he wanted without fear of retribution.
“If their screams are anything to go by, then yes, they’re all dead.”
Sighing, I leaned my head back against the wall and stared up at the sliver of sky I could see between the buildings. It was an ugly orangish black as the lights of the city hit against the heavy black clouds overhead, leaving you with a claustrophobic feeling like you were trapped in a bell jar with all the other insects.
I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of going back to the Towers in the first place, particularly the Dresden Tower, since that’s where all the horrors of my life actually took place. But I needed to research Death Magic, not to mention a few other things that Gideon and the council didn’t need to know about.
Adding to my dilemma was the fact that if anyone could get into Simon Thorn’s rooms, it was most likely going to be me. I had studied under the bastard. I knew the spells and wards that he favored. Hell, I used half of them to this day. I learned to unravel most of them so they wouldn’t kill me in my sleep each night. The only concern was whether Simon had bothered to change all his spells after I left the Towers when I was a teenager. If he hadn’t, there was a good chance I could get in quite easily. If he had, I was so fucked.
But what choice did I have?
“Let me head home and get changed into something Towers appropriate,” I said with a sneer as I turned back toward the main street and my car.
“You don’t have to do this,” Gideon said, catching me with a hand on my shoulder.
“We both know I do,” I grumbled. “If it’s not this, then it’ll be for some other reason. Everyone knows I’m their best shot at getting in there, and I’m sure there are some nosy pricks who are dying to know what the hell Simon was up to.”
“Then we go now.” As he spoke, a biting chill swept down my body like icy hands sliding over my flesh from my shoulders to my feet. I tried to jerk away but Gideon held tight to my shoulder. Glancing down at myself, I found that I was now wearing the uniform of the guardians, leaving behind the guise of the mild-mannered tattoo artist with the charming disposition.
“Warn me next time,” I snapped before one last shiver claimed me.
I thought I heard Gideon give a derisive snort, but the world blinked out and there
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