Diana demanded. “You forgot to disable call waiting?”
“No, it’s a hardware problem-those newfangled convex mirrors distort everything. Look, I’ve got to get back on duty, but don’t forget what you promised.” She nodded. “To get you out of here before we shut the place down. I remember.”
“You remember now,” the mirror acknowledged. “Harder to remember when you’re pinned down under enemy fire.”
“What enemy fire?” But the eyes were gone and her reflection looked as annoyed as she felt. “What enemy fire?” she repeated in her sister’s general direction.
“What difference does it make? Stop thinking about it!” Diana blanched. The Otherside built substance from the subconscious of its inhabitants and she was suddenly unable to think about anything else. Distraction, distraction . . . “OW!”
Looking smug, Sam removed his claw from her foot .
“So I’m suddenly less convinced that mirror’s on our side.” Dropping to one knee, she licked her finger and dabbed at the blood. “What do you think, Claire?”
“About what?” She forced her gaze off the mirror. “Sorry. I’m worried about Austin all alone in that mall.”
“Austin’s older than most of the weekend staff,” Diana reminded her. “And it goes without saving he’s smarter. I’m totally sure he’ll have no problems getting back to where we left Dean.”
“We’ve been here a while. What if Dean’s not there?” His biggest problem was going to be getting out of the Emporium unseen.
Capture out in the mall would mean, at most, a few unpleasant hours until he escaped custody. Capture in the store would mean mustard. Trolls put mustard on everything they ate. Usually, to kill the taste. Occasionally, to kill the food. Austin had no intention of dying by condiment.
Concentrating on keeping his tail close, he crept along the floor using every bit of cover an eclectic array of merchandise provided and trying not to notice what he was creeping through. Trolls weren’t known for the cleanliness of their carpets and some of the merchandise was eclectic in ways that stained. A little over a meter from the door, he ran out of things to hide behind.
No customers remained to distract the troll.
Even at this distance, the wards around the door stroked energy into his fur. If he read them right, which went without saying, they needed only a single word to close them down and create an impenetrable barrier. Given that he had to cross directly through the troll’s line of sight, it would take luck as much as speed to ensure he was on the right side of the barrier when that word was spoken.
Okay. He drew his legs in tight to his body, weight to the back, ready for powerful haunches to launch him forward. Remember, you’re only as old as you feel.
. . . ready for powerful haunches to launch him forward.
And I feel like I’m going to be eighteen in August.
. . . launch him forward.
Eighteen’s old for a cat. If I was a dog, I’d probably be dead. Of course, if I was a dog, I’d want to be dead.
. . . forward.
Oh, crap.
His first leap took him nearly to the threshold. He heard the troll yell “Cat!”, then he heard him yell “Endoplasmic reticulum!”, saw a flash of aubergine light, smelled the unmistakable odor of burning cat hair, and was in the concourse under the bench, patting out the smoldering end of his tail. Fortunately, his fur was long enough so that no actual damage had been done.
Another flash of aubergine light and an impact that set his whiskers vibrating.
Heart pounding, he turned toward the Emporium.
The troll lay flat on his back just inside the door. Apparently, the wards were set to keep everything in.
“Idiot,” he muttered, and washed a triumphant paw.
“Kitty!”
His attention had been so completely on the store that the toddler squatting down and peering under the bench, his diaper nearly touching the tiles, one chubby hand reaching for Austin’s head, came as a complete
“No, it’s a hardware problem-those newfangled convex mirrors distort everything. Look, I’ve got to get back on duty, but don’t forget what you promised.” She nodded. “To get you out of here before we shut the place down. I remember.”
“You remember now,” the mirror acknowledged. “Harder to remember when you’re pinned down under enemy fire.”
“What enemy fire?” But the eyes were gone and her reflection looked as annoyed as she felt. “What enemy fire?” she repeated in her sister’s general direction.
“What difference does it make? Stop thinking about it!” Diana blanched. The Otherside built substance from the subconscious of its inhabitants and she was suddenly unable to think about anything else. Distraction, distraction . . . “OW!”
Looking smug, Sam removed his claw from her foot .
“So I’m suddenly less convinced that mirror’s on our side.” Dropping to one knee, she licked her finger and dabbed at the blood. “What do you think, Claire?”
“About what?” She forced her gaze off the mirror. “Sorry. I’m worried about Austin all alone in that mall.”
“Austin’s older than most of the weekend staff,” Diana reminded her. “And it goes without saving he’s smarter. I’m totally sure he’ll have no problems getting back to where we left Dean.”
“We’ve been here a while. What if Dean’s not there?” His biggest problem was going to be getting out of the Emporium unseen.
Capture out in the mall would mean, at most, a few unpleasant hours until he escaped custody. Capture in the store would mean mustard. Trolls put mustard on everything they ate. Usually, to kill the taste. Occasionally, to kill the food. Austin had no intention of dying by condiment.
Concentrating on keeping his tail close, he crept along the floor using every bit of cover an eclectic array of merchandise provided and trying not to notice what he was creeping through. Trolls weren’t known for the cleanliness of their carpets and some of the merchandise was eclectic in ways that stained. A little over a meter from the door, he ran out of things to hide behind.
No customers remained to distract the troll.
Even at this distance, the wards around the door stroked energy into his fur. If he read them right, which went without saying, they needed only a single word to close them down and create an impenetrable barrier. Given that he had to cross directly through the troll’s line of sight, it would take luck as much as speed to ensure he was on the right side of the barrier when that word was spoken.
Okay. He drew his legs in tight to his body, weight to the back, ready for powerful haunches to launch him forward. Remember, you’re only as old as you feel.
. . . ready for powerful haunches to launch him forward.
And I feel like I’m going to be eighteen in August.
. . . launch him forward.
Eighteen’s old for a cat. If I was a dog, I’d probably be dead. Of course, if I was a dog, I’d want to be dead.
. . . forward.
Oh, crap.
His first leap took him nearly to the threshold. He heard the troll yell “Cat!”, then he heard him yell “Endoplasmic reticulum!”, saw a flash of aubergine light, smelled the unmistakable odor of burning cat hair, and was in the concourse under the bench, patting out the smoldering end of his tail. Fortunately, his fur was long enough so that no actual damage had been done.
Another flash of aubergine light and an impact that set his whiskers vibrating.
Heart pounding, he turned toward the Emporium.
The troll lay flat on his back just inside the door. Apparently, the wards were set to keep everything in.
“Idiot,” he muttered, and washed a triumphant paw.
“Kitty!”
His attention had been so completely on the store that the toddler squatting down and peering under the bench, his diaper nearly touching the tiles, one chubby hand reaching for Austin’s head, came as a complete
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