Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(38)

The car beeped and the lights flashed, unlocking it.

Red and blue played across the leaves of a bush at the corner. There had to be a lot of cops over there.

“How is Darius dealing with all of this while…mending?”

“Darius, Moss, and Ja are all tucked away in the vampire chambers on the third floor. The doorways are hidden. Marie is dealing with the human element.”

“Wait—”

“You’ll want your seatbelt.” Reagan looked pointedly at my lap while starting up the car.

She pulled away from the curb, and I stretched the belt across my body.

“Ja isn’t dead?” I asked as she meekly drove the car out of the area.

“No. Well…Marie couldn’t tell. You did a number on that ol’ broad. She probably rues the day she accepted Darius’s invitation to visit his lodgings in the Brink. That thing was sliced, diced, and fried.”

“Could you tell what the spell did?”

Reagan glanced at me as she got onto the freeway. “You don’t know what spell you used?”

“No. I made it up. The idea was to protect Marie.”

“Well, you certainly did. From what I could tell, Ja was blackened by an explosion, strangled by something resembling a flower, and she also had razor slashes, and missing fingers—that broad was torn up.”

“The last spell didn’t do all that. She went through quite a lot.” I stared out the window as Reagan shifted gears and stomped on the gas. The car shot forward.

“She did go through a lot. A lot.” Reagan sounded troubled, and I looked over in time to see an anxious expression cross her face. In a moment, it was gone.





18





I couldn’t remember ever seeing her anxious. “What?”

“Well…” Reagan drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “That old broad went through some sort of ‘washing machine fluffy razor’ spell of yours, as Darius described it—he was delirious at that point—before going through the two of them.”

“My spell must’ve been weak for a vampire to get through it.”

“Has no one told you that vampires can cut through magic if they’re in their monster form?”

“It’s actually called a monster form?”

She frowned at me. “That’s what you took away from that question?”

“Well, I mean…” I shrugged, clasping my hands in my lap. “They do actually look like monsters, but I didn’t think they’d actually call themselves monsters. They seem much too vain.”

Reagan huffed. “You’re a nut. No, they probably don’t call it that, but I have no idea what they do call it. Because I don’t care. ‘Monster form’ is a good description. I suggest you use it. To their faces. Especially when they’re angry. You’ll appreciate the fireworks in their eyeballs.”

“No, thanks,” I said, somehow not at all concerned that she was weaving in and out of cars at over a hundred miles an hour. Clearly my brain had shut off at this point. I’d been through too much. “No, no one told me that. I killed that one last night, so I just assumed…”

“Well, here’s the thing. It depends on the age of the vampire and the power of the mage. The older the vampire, the stronger their ability to cut through magic. So Darius might be able to cut through one of your spells, but I doubt Moss could. Moss might be able to cut through a Callie and Dizzy spell, but Marie couldn’t. Get it?”

“Yes,” I said. “Are shifters the same?”

“In a way. They don’t cut through spells, but they can withstand them. Shrug them off, is how I’d describe it. It’s weird.”

“That stands to reason. It seems like it’s basically all about where you are on the power grid.”

“Yeah, basically.”

“And where are you, Reagan? No one will tell me anything about your powers.”

“It’s a secret.”

I stared at her for a count of three, realized she wasn’t going to crack, and looked away. With fatigue pulling at me, dragging me down, I didn’t have the energy to get it out of her. And honestly, I probably wouldn’t be able to, anyway. “Cool.”

Reagan exited the freeway, barely slowing down to do so. Hopefully, this thing had great brakes.

“Before Marie ran you out,” she said, thankfully downshifting quickly and slowing the car, “Darius instructed her to organize blood for Ja. It was a precaution in case your spell was nasty, and in case he and Moss had to finish subduing her. Darius clearly had no idea how powerful a riled-up, old-as-sin vampire could be. No idea.”

“Is there a point in there somewhere, or are you uncomfortable with silences?”

She turned and smiled at me, her eyes glimmering in the red dash lights. “Aren’t you fun when you’re at your wit’s end?”

“I don’t feel very fun.”

Reagan crawled through a run-down neighborhood. The car wouldn’t have fit in even if it was missing both bumpers, its tires, and was peppered with dents. “You’re a hoot, trust me.”

“Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?”

“Possibly. We’re going to my house, where you’ll get to crack open some very advanced books and take a few spells for a test drive. I’ll be running interference so you don’t kill yourself or the whole neighborhood. I can’t wait to start. Anyway, I did have a point buried in there somewhere. Marie got the blood and locked Ja into a vampire chamber with two guys that really should evaluate their life choices.”