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didn’t need it anymore. Al dragged in another deep, gasping breath, then turned over on her side and puked her guts out onto the floor. I winced in sympathy and tried to keep her hair out of her face. I closed my eyes and prayed Gary and Tom couldn’t hear the noise.
My prayers were answered, and after a round of dry heaves, Al groaned and pushed herself into a sitting position. Her face was greenish pale, her pupils were still dilated, and there was a sheen of sweat on her skin. She was clearly more alert than she had been, but she was a long way from all better.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her, then shook my head at my dumb
question. “Can you do magic on your own now?”
A tiny prickle of magic skittered over my skin, gone in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Al shook her head.
“I’m very weak,” she rasped. “And my head’s spinning.”
“Do you need to do another detox spell, or whatever that was you just cast?”
She shook her head again. “I suck at healing magic. That was the best I could do.”
Fae magic users tend to specialize in certain kinds of magic, and I
remembered Al telling me her specialty was illusion magic, which probably meant it was lucky she’d been able to heal herself at all. Of course without her magic, I wasn’t sure we had much chance of getting out of here. We were certainly no match physically for Gary and Tom. Not to mention that Al still looked pretty shaky.
“Can you walk?” I asked her, biting my lip anxiously.
Al tried to get up, but quickly fell back. My heart sank.
“I’ll need your help,” she said, heaving a sigh.
I was happy to help her up, but it seemed like a waste of energy until we came up with a concrete escape plan. I had thought earlier about trying to escape out the window, but even if Al weren’t too weak to walk without help, the plan seemed insanely dangerous, with a high likelihood that one or both of us would end up splatted on the pavement. The fall from this height might not kill us, but I was certain bones would break. But we couldn’t exactly go out the front door as long as Gary and Tom were keeping watch downstairs.
Which gave me an idea.
“If I gather the magic for you, would you be able to cast your invisibility spell?” I asked Al.
“Only if I stay still and don’t have to hold it too long. I’d never be able to hold it long enough to get us downstairs in the shape I’m in.” She looked around.
“This is the attic we’re in, right?”
“Yeah. And we don’t just have Gary to get through now, we have his
house-mate, too.”
“I know,” she responded with a nod. “I came to for a bit when he was pawing me.” She shuddered.
“You won’t have to hold it for long,” I assured her. “Just sit tight and gather your strength.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said with an attempt at a rueful smile.
When I’d rummaged through the attic before in search of a weapon, I’d seen a rickety wooden chair in one corner. Walking carefully, trying not to make the floorboards creak, I picked my way through the darkening attic until I found the chair, then wedged it under the doorknob. It was way too flimsy a barrier to keep Gary and Tom out, but it might delay them a little. Then I groped my way over to where I’d found a half-empty can of paint and hoped it was heavy enough. I lugged it over to where Al was sitting and squatted beside her.
“What’s the plan?” she asked me, her voice still hoarse and raspy from puking.
I held up the can of paint. “I’m going to use this,” I said, “to break the window. Tom and Gary will come running. When they get the door open, they’re going to see the broken window and a couple of empty zip ties sitting on the floor, and they’re going to assume we got out somehow. But of course we’ll just be invisible. They’ll go running outside, and we’ll slip out while they’re looking for us.”
What we were going to do when we got out—assuming we
My prayers were answered, and after a round of dry heaves, Al groaned and pushed herself into a sitting position. Her face was greenish pale, her pupils were still dilated, and there was a sheen of sweat on her skin. She was clearly more alert than she had been, but she was a long way from all better.
“How are you feeling?” I asked her, then shook my head at my dumb
question. “Can you do magic on your own now?”
A tiny prickle of magic skittered over my skin, gone in the space between one heartbeat and the next. Al shook her head.
“I’m very weak,” she rasped. “And my head’s spinning.”
“Do you need to do another detox spell, or whatever that was you just cast?”
She shook her head again. “I suck at healing magic. That was the best I could do.”
Fae magic users tend to specialize in certain kinds of magic, and I
remembered Al telling me her specialty was illusion magic, which probably meant it was lucky she’d been able to heal herself at all. Of course without her magic, I wasn’t sure we had much chance of getting out of here. We were certainly no match physically for Gary and Tom. Not to mention that Al still looked pretty shaky.
“Can you walk?” I asked her, biting my lip anxiously.
Al tried to get up, but quickly fell back. My heart sank.
“I’ll need your help,” she said, heaving a sigh.
I was happy to help her up, but it seemed like a waste of energy until we came up with a concrete escape plan. I had thought earlier about trying to escape out the window, but even if Al weren’t too weak to walk without help, the plan seemed insanely dangerous, with a high likelihood that one or both of us would end up splatted on the pavement. The fall from this height might not kill us, but I was certain bones would break. But we couldn’t exactly go out the front door as long as Gary and Tom were keeping watch downstairs.
Which gave me an idea.
“If I gather the magic for you, would you be able to cast your invisibility spell?” I asked Al.
“Only if I stay still and don’t have to hold it too long. I’d never be able to hold it long enough to get us downstairs in the shape I’m in.” She looked around.
“This is the attic we’re in, right?”
“Yeah. And we don’t just have Gary to get through now, we have his
house-mate, too.”
“I know,” she responded with a nod. “I came to for a bit when he was pawing me.” She shuddered.
“You won’t have to hold it for long,” I assured her. “Just sit tight and gather your strength.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said with an attempt at a rueful smile.
When I’d rummaged through the attic before in search of a weapon, I’d seen a rickety wooden chair in one corner. Walking carefully, trying not to make the floorboards creak, I picked my way through the darkening attic until I found the chair, then wedged it under the doorknob. It was way too flimsy a barrier to keep Gary and Tom out, but it might delay them a little. Then I groped my way over to where I’d found a half-empty can of paint and hoped it was heavy enough. I lugged it over to where Al was sitting and squatted beside her.
“What’s the plan?” she asked me, her voice still hoarse and raspy from puking.
I held up the can of paint. “I’m going to use this,” I said, “to break the window. Tom and Gary will come running. When they get the door open, they’re going to see the broken window and a couple of empty zip ties sitting on the floor, and they’re going to assume we got out somehow. But of course we’ll just be invisible. They’ll go running outside, and we’ll slip out while they’re looking for us.”
What we were going to do when we got out—assuming we
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