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Authors: Diana Rowland
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I’d learned from Mzatal.
Chalk’s not so bad when you know what you’re doing
, I decided.
I’d nearly completed the diagram when the basement door creaked opened. “Hey, gorgeous,” Zack called out. “Okay if I come down.”
I smiled, set the chalk on the floor, and stood. “Hey, sexy. You may enter my lair.”
Zack quick-timed down the stairs, his movement smooth and athletic. Trim, with short blond hair, perpetual tan, and a ready smile, he looked more like a surfer dude than an FBI agent, despite the suit and haircut. Grinning, he swept me into a hug, lifted me off my feet and spun me around.
I let out a piercing half laugh, half shriek. “Put me down, you weirdo,” I demanded as I hugged him fiercely.
After one more revolution, he set me on my feet. “Welcome home!”
I couldn’t have suppressed my grin if I’d wanted to. “Good to be home.”
“Ryan and I, we’ve sort of moved in. A little,” he offered with a sidelong glance.
“Right,” I said with a laugh. “Like Russia invaded Poland a little.”
“Yeah. Something like that.” His eyes sparkled with humor. “What do you have going on?” he asked.
“Eilahn told me she’d flay me alive if I left the property without her. You know how she is. I’m summoning her so that I’m not stuck here.”
Zack forced his mouth into a mock frown. “She could have amended it to where she’d flay you alive if you left the property without her or
me
. I have some skills, y’know.”
“Yes you do,” I agreed. As a demahnk—an elder syraza—he had whatever innate skills Eilahn possessed, and more. “But you’re not as scary as she is.” I grinned. “I think it was really her way of making sure I got Fuzzykins back to Earth as soon as possible.” At his questioning look, I explained, “When Tessa summoned Eilahn a couple of months ago, Eilahn brought Fuzzykins along, and the horrid thing proceeded to get knocked up. So now Eilahn wants her to,” I rolled my eyes, “give birth on her home world.’”
Zack laughed. “Gotcha.”
“By the way,” I said, “Tessa sent me the newspaper article about Roman Hatch and how he confessed to the murder of Tracy Gordon and how he permanently disposed of the body.” My mouth twitched in a smile. “Nicely done.” Roman Hatch was an ex-boyfriend who’d teamed up with Tracy Gordon—a fellow cop who’d turned out to be a summoner—to create a gate between this world and the demon realm. Not so bad on the surface, except that they murdered several people in the process and intended to trap me in the gate to power it.
Amusement flashed in his eyes. “Well, Roman
did
murder Tracy when he threw him into the active gate,” he said. “And since the gate shredded Tracy into teeny bits, he
did
permanently dispose of the body, too.” Zack spread his hands and assumed an utterly innocent expression. “However, I suppose it’s possible that someone
helped
him remember a version where he shot Tracy and then dumped his body in the river.”
I snorted a laugh. Though it took a lot of effort, Ryan was able to shift memories—a mere shadow of true manipulation but still useful when circumstances were dire enough to require it.
Zack’s gaze swept over the basement. “You need anything for the summoning?”
“I think I’m good. Almost done with the diagram.” I mentally reviewed the preparation steps, then glanced at him. “Did Tessa charge my storage diagram? It was darn near full.”
“She hasn’t been here since you left.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve kept it topped up for you,” he said. “I didn’t know when you’d be back, but I thought you might need it.”
I angled my head and regarded him. Though he had great skills with wards, I’d never known he could do anything related to summoning diagrams. Eilahn had never indicated that she could do so. Maybe it had to do with his being an elder syraza? “That’s awesome. Thanks.” I crouched and sketched the final sigil.
Chalk’s not so bad when you know what you’re doing
, I decided.
I’d nearly completed the diagram when the basement door creaked opened. “Hey, gorgeous,” Zack called out. “Okay if I come down.”
I smiled, set the chalk on the floor, and stood. “Hey, sexy. You may enter my lair.”
Zack quick-timed down the stairs, his movement smooth and athletic. Trim, with short blond hair, perpetual tan, and a ready smile, he looked more like a surfer dude than an FBI agent, despite the suit and haircut. Grinning, he swept me into a hug, lifted me off my feet and spun me around.
I let out a piercing half laugh, half shriek. “Put me down, you weirdo,” I demanded as I hugged him fiercely.
After one more revolution, he set me on my feet. “Welcome home!”
I couldn’t have suppressed my grin if I’d wanted to. “Good to be home.”
“Ryan and I, we’ve sort of moved in. A little,” he offered with a sidelong glance.
“Right,” I said with a laugh. “Like Russia invaded Poland a little.”
“Yeah. Something like that.” His eyes sparkled with humor. “What do you have going on?” he asked.
“Eilahn told me she’d flay me alive if I left the property without her. You know how she is. I’m summoning her so that I’m not stuck here.”
Zack forced his mouth into a mock frown. “She could have amended it to where she’d flay you alive if you left the property without her or
me
. I have some skills, y’know.”
“Yes you do,” I agreed. As a demahnk—an elder syraza—he had whatever innate skills Eilahn possessed, and more. “But you’re not as scary as she is.” I grinned. “I think it was really her way of making sure I got Fuzzykins back to Earth as soon as possible.” At his questioning look, I explained, “When Tessa summoned Eilahn a couple of months ago, Eilahn brought Fuzzykins along, and the horrid thing proceeded to get knocked up. So now Eilahn wants her to,” I rolled my eyes, “give birth on her home world.’”
Zack laughed. “Gotcha.”
“By the way,” I said, “Tessa sent me the newspaper article about Roman Hatch and how he confessed to the murder of Tracy Gordon and how he permanently disposed of the body.” My mouth twitched in a smile. “Nicely done.” Roman Hatch was an ex-boyfriend who’d teamed up with Tracy Gordon—a fellow cop who’d turned out to be a summoner—to create a gate between this world and the demon realm. Not so bad on the surface, except that they murdered several people in the process and intended to trap me in the gate to power it.
Amusement flashed in his eyes. “Well, Roman
did
murder Tracy when he threw him into the active gate,” he said. “And since the gate shredded Tracy into teeny bits, he
did
permanently dispose of the body, too.” Zack spread his hands and assumed an utterly innocent expression. “However, I suppose it’s possible that someone
helped
him remember a version where he shot Tracy and then dumped his body in the river.”
I snorted a laugh. Though it took a lot of effort, Ryan was able to shift memories—a mere shadow of true manipulation but still useful when circumstances were dire enough to require it.
Zack’s gaze swept over the basement. “You need anything for the summoning?”
“I think I’m good. Almost done with the diagram.” I mentally reviewed the preparation steps, then glanced at him. “Did Tessa charge my storage diagram? It was darn near full.”
“She hasn’t been here since you left.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve kept it topped up for you,” he said. “I didn’t know when you’d be back, but I thought you might need it.”
I angled my head and regarded him. Though he had great skills with wards, I’d never known he could do anything related to summoning diagrams. Eilahn had never indicated that she could do so. Maybe it had to do with his being an elder syraza? “That’s awesome. Thanks.” I crouched and sketched the final sigil.
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