Natural Mage (Magical Mayhem #2)(53)

“But what happens when she’s killed on the job?” Garret said, joining the circle.

“Melodramatic much?” Reagan asked. The captain shifted and put his hands to his hips, ready to object. “She’ll be fine. I vouch for her.”

“How do we know she won’t be in the way?” Garret asked.

“Because I just vouched for her. Also because she’s twice the man you are, without having a pair of dangling balls. Chew on that. You know, it really does suck to be you, Garret. I can’t think of anyone I would less like to be.”

“Big words from someone who’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Garret gave her a smug look.

I assumed Reagan would quickly retort that such a thing was impossible. Instead, her face closed down into anger, and even in the darkness of the evening, I could see her cheeks turn red.

“What did he save you from?” I murmured, unable to help it. The guy seemed like a boob. I couldn’t imagine him saving anyone from anything, and Reagan seemed basically immortal.

“He saved me from the glory of being the best in the office. But we’ll see what’s up tonight.” Reagan adjusted her fanny pack.

“We already saw what’s up,” Garret said. “You just don’t want to admit you were a damsel in distress. Nice fanny pack, by the way. Did your new undead boyfriend buy you that?”

“For the last time, it is a pouch! Why can’t you people get names right?” Reagan said.

“Enough,” the captain said, still eyeing me. “What’s the nature of her magic?”

Reagan, clearly still mad at Garret, half turned so that the captain could see me better. I hunched under the full blast of his assessing gaze.

Silence drifted over us, and I realized that Reagan hadn’t planned to answer for me.

“She doesn’t even know her own magic—how could she possibly help us kill a banshee?” Garret asked, too loudly.

“It is a wonder you are standing so close to me, Garret,” Reagan said in a low tone. “It’s almost as if you are daring me to punch you.”

Garret’s teeth clicked shut. A moment later, he slowly edged sideways. To avoid being stuck between the two of them, the frizzy-haired woman on his other side edged away as well.

“What is your name?” the captain asked me.

“Penny,” I said quietly, still clutching my sweater. “And I’m a mage. Kind of.”

“She’s untrained. Mostly,” Reagan added.

“A kind of mage? What is that, a witch?” Garret asked.

“Keep it up, Garret. Keep it up.” Reagan rolled her neck, and a shock of intense, sharp magic rolled over me. I’d never seen someone get her dander up like this. Usually she laughed or shrugged off any sort of aggression or tomfoolery, but each of Garret’s jabs seemed to hit home.

“I operate more like a witch, yes,” I squeaked out, wishing I could embody the confidence I’d thought I’d gained.

“You operate—”

“Garret, enough.” The captain held up his hand with a whip crack of command. “I’m not sure what you mean. You are a mage, but you operate like a witch?”

“Look, you’re probably going to figure it out sooner or later, so I’ll just tell you.” Reagan hooked a thumb at me. “She’s the natural the Guild is trying to get its hands on. She has a unique magical style because she wasn’t trained from a young age. Or ever. I’m training her, in a way. Her style works very well for her. She’s not someone to underestimate, trust me. She looks all trembly and vulnerable, but if that banshee tries to throw magic her way, Penny will react in ways that will suck your balls back into your body, I kid you not.”

“Graphic,” one of the circle members, a guy in his forties with wispy hair, said.

I dropped my hands and clenched my fists. I most certainly was not all “trembly.” I was (almost) ready for action.

“So…she’s not even trained?” The captain shook his head. “Reagan, you’ve had a lot of bad ideas in your day, but this might take the cake. We can’t have an untrained mage on our team.”

“She’s not on your team. She’s on my team. You all can chill here as far as I’m concerned.” Reagan dug through her fanny pack. As much as I wanted to call it a pouch just to oppose Garret, he was right. It was most definitely a fanny pack. She was fooling herself. “Right, let’s get to it. When was she last seen, and what form was she in?”

“Captain, you’re not seriously considering going along with this, are you?” Garret pointed at me. “Look at her. I could break her in half. Call her whatever you want, but she’s not cut out for this line of work.”

“She’s a natural, you nitwit,” Reagan spat. “You could only wish you had her power. She’s perfectly cut out for this role.”

“How do we know?” Garret said. The captain was not great at keeping order where it concerned those two. “She could be your hairdresser, for all we know. We’ve seen no proof.”

“Penny, prove it so we can get the show on the road,” Reagan said. She didn’t look Garret’s way, but she didn’t have to. I knew she was telling me to make an example out of him.

Gladly.

I pulled magic from around me, elements I’d used for the explosions in Darius’s house, but much more subdued, because I didn’t want to maim him. Through that, I braided in the intent to push him back a few steps, along with the feeling of a sweet summer’s night to balance out the spell’s intentions. I still didn’t have much experience with that kind of technique, but my intuition told me it was a building block to better outcomes.