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Monday Fiction – Avalon – Chapter 21

Erik

“So that’s all you he said to you?” Erik asked Anne as they pulled up to the safehouse. As soon as she’d climbed into the car, Anne related to Erik about her encounter with Arem at the Brown Hat. He could see why she was a good detective. She remembered everything, including the small details most people missed.

“At that point, Jason pulled me out of the restaurant,” Anne said, “That’s another thing. Do you guys have anything on him?”

“Not that was in the file,” Erik answered, “Why?”

“He seems to know more about what’s going on than he’s letting on,” Anne said, “Nothing concrete. Just a gut feeling from talking to him. Things he said.”

“He could be one of Lady Maritza’s assets, and she’s not bothered to tell us,” Erik said.

“Wait, like a spy?” Anne asked. “You guys have spies? In the city?”

“What exactly do you think Lady Maritza does for the Emperor?” Erik said, with the barest hint of exasperation leaking into his voice. How could someone so sharp also be so naive about the world?

“I thought she managed people like Kurt, not actual turncoat spies!” Anne said. Erik could feel the betrayal and rage burn through Anne.

“We don’t know for sure that he is one of Lady Maritza’s,” Erik cautioned. He needed Anne in the right frame of mind. The raid tonight was going to be chancy enough as is. He did not need one of his shooters distracted.

“If he is, I’m going to kick his ass,” Anne said.

“Anne, I appreciate that the sentiment, but I really need you to focus right now,” Erik said. “We’re going to take down your killers tonight.” Anne’s head snapped over so fast her blonde hair circled her hair like a halo.

“What, how?” she asked. “Veronica found them?” Erik told her about what happened at the lab.

“So, the five of us are going to take them down?” Anne asked, her skepticism rising. “Why not ask Mrs. Holland for more people? She has armed security.”

“Because I do not trust them or her,” Erik said plainly. “I trust my team. I trust you.”

“What is it between the two of you? She’s always so nice to me,” Anne commented.

“It’s not just one thing,” Erik admitted, “Part of it is institutional rivalry, part of it has to do with some things that happened back on Avalon. I’m quite sure she would keep you safe at all costs, but I don’t trust her to protect my team beyond what is ordered.” He fell silent.

“Isn’t all of that unprofessional?” Anne asked.

“The only reason I’m telling you this is because I’m about to ask you to risk your life with my team,” Erik asked. “I wouldn’t even do that, but you do deserve to be in on the strike. That much I understand from my own experience. Also, as much as it pains me to admit it, if things go south tonight, Lady Maritza is the one person in this city you can trust.” Anne looked at him askance. He could feel the confusion in her mind.

“Look, let’s put it like this. Let’s say you and another officer have such animosity between each other that you wouldn’t trust him to back you during a raid, but you know that you could send a victim his way and he’d do his best to help them. It’s kind of like that,” Erik said.

“That is seriously screwed up,” Anne said. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“When we get you to Avalon safely, I’ll tell you,” Erik said, “It’s a long story.”


Anne

“I have my own body armor,” Anne complained as Veronica tugged the heavy Kevlar vest tighter. It wasn’t even cut properly and was squashing her chest. Veronica seemed to understand her discomfort and said something that sounded like ‘Adjust’. Except, it didn’t sound right. Instantly, the armor seemed to mold around Anne like a wetsuit.

“Do you want to get your own body armor now?” Veronica asked mischievously. Anne marveled in the mirror. “I had to use that nasty one to get the proper protection. Plus, this one also has some magic protection in it. Just in case a nasty spell gets thrown your way. Not great, but it should keep you alive.”

“Do I just say ‘Adjust’ again to get it off?” Anne asked. Veronica froze and her smiling face went neutral. “What did I say?”

“I didn’t say ‘Adjust’. I said Tai’in,” Veronica said flatly. “Which is the elven casting word for the adjustment spell.” Veronica came close and peered into Anne’s eyes for a long moment. “I don’t know how you can understand elvish, but do not tell anyone outside of the team.”

“Why, is it like being a Parselmouth?” Anne asked. Veronica looked at her blankly. Anne gave a weak smile. “Sorry, Harry Potter reference. Is it something looked down upon?”

“Let’s just say it might confirm some very dark theories about you,” Veronica answered, “Erik was one of the few that argued strenuously against just having you assassinated once we found out about the Dark Towers’ interest in you. He even told Prince Harry that if he ordered the assassination, Erik would make sure he would regret the orders. If others found out about your sudden abilities with elvish, they may take it out of Blackguard’s hands and have Erik killed.”

“What?” Anne asked.

“Don’t worry about it, Anne. Erik will be just fine. So will you, once we get you back to Avalon,” Samantha said coming through the door. The brunette shot an angry glare at Veronica. The smaller woman shrank down further and bolted from the room. Samantha muttered darkly as she approached Anne.

“Is that why Erik is trying to protect me? So he won’t get killed?” Anne asked.

“If that’s a concern of his, it’s way down on the list. He’s never shrunk from doing anything that might get him killed in the line of duty,” Samantha said, with a tinge of bitterness. The Avalonian shook her head and gave Anne a warm, if slightly insincere, smile.

“Right now, you need to focus on tonight,” Samantha said.

“You don’t think I should be going,” Anne said, examining Samantha’s face.

“Just do me a favor and follow Erik’s orders,” Samantha said, sidestepping the comment. “He’s actually very good at this sort of work.” Samantha helped Anne put on the gray fatigues and MOLLE gear.

“Is there something between the two of you?” Anne asked.

“Let’s finish your story before we go delving into mine,” Samantha answered with a smile that the experienced detective couldn’t read.

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 20

Erik

The lab belonged to some bio-medical facility owned by Lady Maritza’s husband. Wit the stainless steel table, countertops, and sinks, the set-up reminded Erik of the morgue back in Avalon. There was other machinery that Erik didn’t recognize and his team had been told rather pointedly not to touch. Erik didn’t care. His team wouldn’t need any of those technological marvels. They were just going to be doing a basic locator spell. Or more to the point, Veronica was going to be doing the spell.

The charred bones of the bargainer were arranged on the steel table to form a skeleton. The spell Veronica used on the bargainer had incinerated most of the flesh off the body, but Erik could see bits of crispy here and there on the bones. Veronica was carefully picking off some to use in her spell. Thankfully, the air purification system in the lab kept the burnt flesh scent to a minimum. When they’d first opened the body bag, Erik nearly gagged on the smell. That part of his job never seemed to get any easier.

“Are you going to be alright?” Erik asked Sam. She looked up from behind the laptop and gave him a weak smile.

“I’ll be fine. As long as I keep busy, that is,” Sam answered. Erik marveled at his friend and colleague. He could barely sense the bargainer’s horror from its “ghost,” or the psychic imprint left on the body. Sam could feel the entire ghost, including the last few images of the bargainer. All of the horror, the pleading, the desperate grasping for life as death bore down on the bargainer. Everything that flashes through the mind in the last second of life.

“If you want to go back to the lobby to collect your thoughts, I don’t think anyone would have a problem with that,” Erik suggested.

“Thanks, but no,” Sam answered. “I’m fine, but when we get back home, you’re taking me to your family’s resort for a whole fortnight.”

“Only a fortnight, Sam?” Erik asked playfully, “I thought Aunt Maria said you could stay there for a month the last time we were there.”

“Oh yeah, she did. Okay, a whole month,” Sam said, tapping away at the keys. “Seriously, Erik, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. There’s something odd about that bargainer.”

“Like it’s human, but not?” Erik suggested. Sam nodded.

“Veronica said that it has wild magic bound in it. Actually bound in the body. Have you heard of that before?” Sam asked.

“No, but magic’s not really my thing. It’s why we have Veronica,” Erik answered. Sam gave him a flat look. “Yes, I know that all agents are supposed to have a basic understanding of how magic works.”

“How did you get to be team leader again?” Sam asked, and then looked as she could take back the question. Both knew why Erik had been selected by the Saint to run the operation. He waved it off before she could apologize. Sam had been there for him during the entire fallout from the Commandante Affair, even risking her own career. The pair fell silent as they watched Veronica work.

The petite sorceress was currently pouring a ring of salt around the skeleton. Kurt was following behind Veronica with a box of sea salt. For some reason, Veronica couldn’t pour the salt directly from the box. It had to go through her hands before hitting the table. Sam would know, but Erik wasn’t about to ask her. She’d just roll her eyes and complain that he should know.

Completing the circle, Veronica picked up the small metal bowl with the burnt bits she’d picked off the skeleton. She sat down on the tile floor and spread a map of the city out in front of her. She scattered the burnt flesh on the map, and then poured another circle of salt around her. Seeing that the spell was about to start, Kurt strode to the door of the lab.

Veronica started chanting in elvish. Unfelt winds made her black hair dance as the two circles glowed an eerie, warm white. The chanting changed cadence and the two circles pulsed. The burnt flesh slid around the map in a chaotic pattern. Then the skeleton itself glowed with a brilliant amber light. From Sam’s sharp intake of breath, Erik knew the spell wasn’t going as planned. Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop it. Once a ritual spell was started, it couldn’t be stopped without at least killing the caster. With that much power, it could kill all four of them. There was a blinding flash of light and Erik felt Veronica being hurled at him. Instinctively, he reached out with some power and caught her.

As his vision cleared, he could see the skeleton was gone. No, there was some charred powder on the table. The map was also a charred ruin. The two circles were fused into single, giant salt crystals. Well, that didn’t happen often.

“Give me a map!” Veronica demanded. Sam spun the laptop around for Veronica. Veronica frantically scrolled through the Google map of the city. Finally, she brought up the street view of a dilapidated warehouse a few blocks from the docks.

“That’s where those bastards are,” Veronica said. Fear and rage were radiating from the small woman. There was also a strong undercurrent of certainty.

“Slow down, Veronica,” Erik said, “Kurt and I will go check it out after we clean up here and get you back to the house. If we find something, we’ll figure out how to deal with it then.” Frustration bubbled up in Veronica.

“No, you don’t understand. All of the others are there now!” Veronica said, almost shouting, “It’s a place of power, and they’re preparing it now!”

“And you know this how?” Erik asked. Locator spells were only supposed to tell where the subject was, or in this case, had been.

“That wild magic that was bound up in the body. Part of it is used as a bond between each of the members. They’re like a pack of dire wolves, or something,” Veronica said. “I hit one of the bindings, and I could see where they were.”

“Did they sense you when you broke that binding?” Sam asked. From the look on Sam’s face, she must have picked up a stray thought from their sorceress. Veronica stopped and became very still. Her lips pursed into a single line.

“I think so,” Veronica said.

“Open your mind,” Sam said and concentrated on Veronica. The room was deathly silent for several long moments. Expressions of pain crossed Veronica’s face, but she didn’t utter a word. Sam broke eye contact and both women started gasping for breath.

“They know,” Sam said, “They know Veronica found them, and they seem really happy about it. They’re waiting for us to attack.”

“How many?” Erik asked.

“About ten, I think,” Sam said. Erik nodded as he mulled it over.

“Sam, pull up everything you can about that area and the building while we clean this mess up. Once we’re done here, we’re going to pick up Anne and then Kurt gets to break out the assault gear. We end this tonight.”

Monday Fiction – Badmoon Rising Chapter 23 – Where’s This Calm Before The Storm They Keep Telling Me About?

After talking with the others, I needed to talk with Elizabeth. Before I did that, it would probably be a good idea to get cleaned up first. Our relationship was shaky enough without the chance of her picking up Lady Anna’s scent on me. Elizabeth might get the wrong idea, or worse, the right one. The last thing we all needed was for Elizabeth and Lady Anna to be fighting while we were trying to survive. I let out a tired laugh as I stepped into my room. Any other time, it would’ve been just a sensational scandal for two beautiful aristocrat females fighting over a lowly Badmoon. Now, it could destroy the alliance before we even got to Tallahassee.

As I stepped into the shower, I replayed the whole encounter with Lady Anna. Looking back, I guess it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. I damned sure didn’t scare Lady Anna the way Elizabeth said I scared her. Lady Anna always understood the demands of my life and profession. She accepted the weirdness surrounding Lothos and me. Ancestors. This was not helping me sort out what I needed to do. Still unsure of what I was going to say to Elizabeth, I headed up to her quarters. Maybe something would come to me on the way. As I came out of the stairwell, I heard the elevator ding across from me. My instincts screamed warnings, and I fell back into the stairwell. Lady Anna walked out of the elevator flanked by one of Elizabeth’s Red Knights. The Knight ushered Lady Anna into Elizabeth’s office. From the look on Lady Anna’s face and the guarded walk of the Red Knight, it looked like Elizabeth summoned her. I had a nasty suspicion why. I crept out of the stairwell over to Elizabeth’s suite. Elizabeth took over the Guildmaster’s suite when the Hillsborough lycanthropes moved into the Guild. Just beyond the door was the Guildmaster’s, now Elizabeth’s, office. Another door led to a small apartment the Guildmaster jokingly called his "bachelor pad." It was simply a combination kitchen and living room with a small bedroom and bath. I opened the door to the office, expecting to find at least one Red Knight standing guard. The office was deserted. It didn’t bode well if both of Elizabeth’s Knights were in the apartment. Fortunately for me, I had been the Guildmaser’s personal hitter, and one of the duties of being the Guildmaster’s personal hitter is making sure the Guildmaster is fit for carrying out his duties. Because of that, I was given access to the security cameras in the apartment. I sat down at the desk and typed in my access code. The monitor switched over to the feeds from the cameras. I needed to make sure that those two didn’t attack each other. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if they did, but I was sure I needed to monitor them. Elizabeth and Lady Anna were sitting across from each other at the small coffee table in the main room. I clicked on their camera and it filled the screen. A Red Knight stood guard at each female’s shoulder. Glasses of amber liquid were set in front of Lady Anna and Elizabeth. They both sat with rigid formality. My instincts screamed danger.

"Thank you for coming to see me," Elizabeth said with a neutral tone. I’d heard that tone before, and it wasn’t good.

"Let’s skip the bullshit pleasantries, and you can tell me why you sent your Knight to fetch me in the middle of the night," Lady Anna replied, glaring at Elizabeth. If Lady Anna’s blunt words disturbed Elizabeth, she didn’t let it show.

"If that’s the way you want, I’ll be just as blunt," Elizabeth said, "Stay away from Mark." Lady Anna sat back in her chair and let out a bark of harsh laughter.

"No," Lady Anna said flatly. Elizabeth looked like she wanted to come across the table at Lady Anna, but she quickly brought her features back to a polished neutrality.

"Yes, you will," Elizabeth said, "We’re about to head into our enemies’ stronghold, and I’m not about to have you messing around with his head. His job is already dangerous enough without your attempts to seduce him." The two females stared at each other for a long moment. I thought that comment was unfair. Elizabeth hurt the hell out of me, but I still managed to do my jobs.

"Do you think I would do anything that would put Ranger at risk?" Lady Anna asked, "Or more risk than he normally puts himself in?"

"What do you think you did with your little display at the pool?" Elizabeth asked in reply, "Mark isn’t like most males. He doesn’t have the experience with us."

"I know that," Lady Anna shot back, angrily, "I can’t believe you were spying on us! Where the hell do you get off doing that to your allies?"

"After what I saw, I had good reason to spy on you," Elizabeth replied coolly, "He and I are putting our relationship back together, and you go play with him like that?"

"What in the hell makes you think I was playing with him?" Lady Anna demanded, "I didn’t tell him one thing that wasn’t true. If anyone’s playing with Ranger, it’s you."

"Me?" Elizabeth asked in shock.

"Yes, you. Don’t play the innocent with me. You screwed Ranger up so badly, he shut down everything but his hunter side when he came down. Do you know how dangerous that is? Especially for him?" Lady Anna asked. Elizabeth looked taken aback.

"You know how we were raised," Elizabeth said, trying hard to get her feet under her. "We always knew our mates would be political. Did you ever think you would find someone you could actually love? So, yes, I acted badly when I didn’t know how to handle all of him. We’re trying to fix that now."

"So what are you going to do when you learn everything about him?" Lady Anna asked, "Are you going to send him away again without an explanation? Destroy him again? He doesn’t have enough friends to bounce back from that. As for me, Ranger doesn’t scare me. Any part of him. I can handle anything he has to deal with. Can you say the same?"

"I’m going to find out," Elizabeth answered.

"That’s not good enough," Lady Anna, "Not for him. You think you’ve got a hard road ahead of you? You’ve got nothing compared to what Ranger has to deal with. He needs someone in his life he can be sure won’t abandon him again because it scares the hell out of her."

"I am his catshen, and I’m not going to lose him again," Elizabeth said, "I’m damn sure not going to lose him to you."

"I’m not about to lose Ranger to you, either," Lady Anna said, "He’s important to me, and too damned important to all of us to risk him with your crush. Why don’t you ask him about what he needs to do, and make damned sure you can handle it before declaring him your catshen? You’ve got no fucking idea what that’s going to entail. Now, by your leave, I actually need to get some sleep." The last words were delivered with a biting sarcasm. Elizabeth waved her hand with a dismissing motion. The Red Knight escorted Lady Anna out of the room. I waited as she came out of the suite.

"A bit harsh weren’t you?" I asked as Lady Anna stepped out of the door. If I surprised her, it didn’t show. The Red Knight, on the other hand, almost drew his pistol. Lady Anna waved him down and looked over at me like she was fully expecting to see me sitting at the desk.

"What is it with you Hillsborough lycanthropes and spying on private discussions?" Lady Anna asked with a cutting coldness.

"Funny thing, I tend to want to make sure that the lycanthropes who’re important to me don’t kill each other," I replied. "If that means spying on them, then so be it." Lady Anna gave a low, mirthless chuckle that disturbed me.

"In some ways, you’re as bad as her," Lady Anna said, "Did you really think either of us would kill the other? Over you? Ranger, you know a lot about hunting, but you don’t know a thing about females. That was simply a dominance fight. One that ended inconclusively in my mind." She gave me a devious smile. "So, what did you think of what you saw?"

"I originally came up here to tell Elizabeth everything," I said, "She needs to know about me. You were right about that. We need to get this finished between you two."

"You know, most males would be ecstatic with having two females fighting over him," Lady Anna commented. "Some might even let it go on so that they could get what they want." Her smile was suggestive. I gave her a hard look in return.

"Most males don’t have to do what I do," I answered. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go have a talk with Elizabeth." Lady Anna rolled her eyes.

"Can you trust her not to run away from you again? Especially after she knows?" Lady Anna asked.

"I don’t know, but I won’t find out anything if I don’t tell her," I answered.

"I may be in love with you Ranger, but I’m not willing to be a consolation prize," Lady Anna said. I was about to ask her what the hell that meant, but she traipsed out of the office with the Red Knight in tow. Trepidation filled me as I looked at the door that led to Elizabeth’s quarters. Cursing under my breath, I pulled open the door and walked the short hallway to the suite. The Red Knight materialized in front of me. The look he gave me went past disapproval straight to contempt. We silently stared at each other for a long moment before Elizabeth’s voice broke our contest of wills.

"Who’s there Gregory?" Elizabeth asked, the fatigue clear in her voice as it floated from the bedroom. Then she walked in and I had that momentary feeling of surprise I always felt when I saw her. At least, that’s the best way I could explain it. Joy and fear danced in her eyes as a cautious smile spread across her face.

"I need to speak with you," I said, working hard to keep all my own worry off my face. From the look on her face, it was making my face severe.

"Can it wait until morning?" Elizabeth asked. I shook my head. "Is this about what happened with Lady Anna?"

"Not exactly," I answered. From the questioning look on Elizabeth’s face, that wasn’t a response she expected. She motioned for me to take the same seat that Lady Anna used.

"What does ‘not exactly’ mean?" Elizabeth asked guardedly.

"Lady Anna mentioned to you there were some things that you needed to know about me," I started. "That’s what I came here to do."

"How did she tell you so fast?" Elizabeth asked.

"She didn’t. I saw it on the camera feeds," I answered, motioning to one of the cameras.

"You spied on our conversation?" Elizabeth asked coldly.

"Let’s not go there," I said, firmly. "I happened to see her walk in here. I thought there might be bloodshed, because as I have been reminded, I don’t understand females." Elizabeth snorted a stifled chuckle.

"Yes, that fact occurred to me on more than one occasion," Elizabeth commented, "So, what do I need to know about you that might change our relationship?" Words evaporated from my mouth. Maybe I should have rehearsed what I was going to say before coming up here. There was an uncomfortable silence as I grasped for words.

"Did your father ever talk to you about me?" I asked. She shook her head. "You know the powers that you aristocrats get when you ascend to the throne?"

"Yes, I am familiar with them," she answered, with a slight chill in her words.

"Those don’t work on me. Never have. Your father found out after he tried them on me, so I thought he may have told you about it." Elizabeth looked at me quizzically.

"Not at all?" Elizabeth asked, in shock. "You don’t feel anything?"

"I know when an aristocrat’s using them on me. I can feel them, like tendrils or ropes, but no, I don’t feel what the aristocrat is trying to force on me," I said. I half-expected Elizabeth to move away or do something that told me she was scared of me. Instead, she leaned in and scrutinized me.

"Why?" she asked, with a tone of curiosity. Feeling a bit better, I continued.

"I don’t know, but I think it may have something to do with being a Badmoon," I answered. She cocked her head inquisitively.

"There seems to be a bit more to being a Badmoon than your powers not working on me," I ventured. Her curiosity became more intense. "You’ve heard of the vampire called Lothos?" Everything about Elizabeth went cold at once.

"Yes," Elizabeth said, with a controlled voice, "He is responsible for several of my wolves’ deaths. The few warriors who survived encounters with him has said that he’s incredibly powerful. They said he shrugged off getting shot by silver." From the look in her eyes, Elizabeth wasn’t sure about that last part, but I could tell she wanted Lothos dead. Well, dead again.

"He’s invulnerable to silver," I confirmed, "As well as staking and fire. I know because I’ve done all three to him." Elizabeth’s eyes widened in horror.

"Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Is he back in Tampa? How is Bradon going to stop a vampire like that?" Elizabeth asked with the rapidity of a machinegun. I came around the table and grabbed up Elizabeth into an embrace. I could feel her slight shakes in my arms. Lothos terrified her.

"He’s not here. Lothos is still in the Disputed Territories, probably gathering the FCV around him. He’ll be dealt with after we finish our business in Tallahassee," I said, trying desperately to comfort Elizabeth.

"How? How are we going to fight something like that?" she shot back, some of her terror slipping through.

"Not we. Me," I said. Elizabeth slipped out of my arms and looked at me with one of those unreadable looks.

"What do you mean, ‘me’?" she asked, in an angry tone.

"I fought Lothos in the Disputed Territories, when we thought we were going after the FCV’s silver cache," I said, "During the fight, something happened. He’d beaten me and was going to kill me, but suddenly I heard this booming voice in my head, and then I was filled with power. Power enough to take down Lothos."

"A voice spoke to you and suddenly you have power?" Elizabeth asked, with a slight skeptical tone to her voice.

"I know how it sounds," I said, "If it hadn’t happened to me, I don’t know if I’d believe it either." Elizabeth didn’t say anything. She just looked at me, like she was hunting something in my eyes, face, and stance.

"I believe you," she said, "You’ve never given me any reason to think you’d lie to me, much less tell me such a wild story. There’s only one thing that’s bothering me. If you had all this power, why didn’t you kill him?"

"Because Lady Anna was badly injured, about to die, and Lothos was threatening to kill every lycanthrope in the warehouse if I didn’t let him escape," I answered. Elizabeth went back to being unreadable. I was pretty sure it was because I mentioned Lady Anna, but I wasn’t about to go down that road.

"So now what?" Elizabeth asked.

"I think I’m fated to fight Lothos again. This time to kill him," I answered, "I’m not sure if I’m supposed to survive that fight or not."

"Oh," was the only sound she made. Then Elizabeth was in my arms and crying. She kissed me gently. "Why does everyone I care about die?"

"Hey, I’m not dead yet," I reminded her. She let out a sorrowful chuckle and hugged me tighter.

"No, you’re not," Elizabeth said, warmly. "Is that everything that Anna was talking about?"

"Yeah," I answered, "Everything you should know before deciding to continue our relationship, or whatever this is." She chuckled at the remark. I kissed the top of her head.

"We have a long day tomorrow," I said, starting to get up, "I should let you sleep on everything." She pushed me back down into the chair.

"No," Elizabeth said, "I’m not going to let you go again."

"Are you sure about that? The packs could get the wrong idea," I said.

"Are you saying you don’t want to stay with me tonight?" she asked.

"Of course I do," I answered, "I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret in the morning, or something that will hurt you with the packs." She kissed me fiercely.

"Mark, what’s the chances of us surviving the next few days?" Elizabeth asked softly, "What’s the chance of you surviving your fight with Lothos, even if we win? I’ve made my decision, and I’m not going to spend what might be our last few days together apart for the sake of propriety." I was confused about Elizabeth’s sudden shift, but I didn’t resist when she led me back to the bedroom.


"My lady?" a voice asked from the darkness, startling me awake. My hand shot for a gun, but it was caught under something. Elizabeth growled at my sudden movements, and snuggled up closer. Where the hell was my pistol?

"Relax," she whispered, before looking up at the Red Knight hovering at the door of the bedroom. The Knight was studiously studying the back wall without looking directly at us. Elizabeth fixed the sheet around her.

"Yes, what is it, Gregory?" she asked. I could see the glint in her eyes of amusement at her Knight’s discomfort.

"Lord Savik, Lady Anna, and the Guildmaster are here demanding to see you," the Red Knight reported, "Apparently, Badmoon has not been seen since last night, and there was some concern among the leadership."

"Fuck," I murmured. Elizabeth just stifled a giggle.

"Why didn’t you just tell them he was in here, Gregory?" Elizabeth asked. The Red Knight blushed brilliantly.

"It’s not my place, my lady," he answered, with perfect neutrality.

"I see," Elizabeth answered, "Please let them know I will be out in a few minutes." The Red Knight did a sharp about-face and strode back out of the room. Elizabeth rose out of bed and walked to a closet. My mental recriminations stopped as all I could do was watch.

"Mark, get dressed," she chided me when she turned to find me staring. "We’ve got a long day ahead of us."

"Oh, yeah," I said, remembering we were supposed to be getting ready to leave for Tallahassee. I looked around the room and started picking up my clothes. It took me longer to get dressed than it should have. I thought it was mesmerizing to watch Elizabeth undress. Why was it just as sexy to watch her get dressed? Elizabeth seemed amused by my antics, although she feigned annoyance. Ten minutes later, Elizabeth walked into her sitting room while I stayed a few steps behind her.

The reactions were diverse. Farmer just smirked as Elizabeth walked in and sat down. Lord Savik looked almost as if he expected it, and more annoyed he wasn’t told. Lady Anna’s face was expressionless, but I could see the flashes of anger in her eyes. Elizabeth gave the other female a look I couldn’t see, but from Lady Anna’s glare, I was half-worried that Lady Anna was going to put a blade in Elizabeth’s chest. Then came a rising wave of shame. Damn it, why did I suddenly feel the need to explain what happened to Lady Anna? Why did I feel like I betrayed her, somehow? Her words echoed in my head. Not knowing what to do, I shut the fuck up and stood off to Elizabeth’s side.

"I’m sorry to worry you," Elizabeth said, "Badmoon needed to talk to me last night."

"Well, now that we’ve dealt with that, I think it’s time we went down and joined our packs," Lord Savik said, "Elizabeth, would you please walk with me?" Lord Savik’s voice had that same tone of disappointment I’d heard from my Guildmaster when I screwed up spectacularly. Elizabeth must have heard something similar because she shot a nervous look back at me. She stood and took Lord Savik’s arm with a look of unconcern. Farmer quickly excused himself to walk with them. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as Lady Anna and I looked at each other.

"Lady Anna, I think–" I started.

"No, I’m not having this talk with you now. Not the morning after you fucked her," Lady Anna said with a dangerous tone, "Let’s go and get to work."

"No," I said, my own anger rising, "What the hell did you think would happen? I told her everything, and she decided not to walk away from me. What the hell should I have done?"

"Realized that I’m still better for you than her," Lady Anna shot back, "But you’re not going to see that this morning because you’re still riding the afterglow. I’m pissed with her seducing you, and I’m pissed with you being that fucking stupid!" Then she was in my face, tears streaming down her face. My head rocked as she slapped me.

"If you were any other male, I would forget about you right now," she said, "You better realize that she is not going to be around for you when the shit hits the fan before I get some of my pride back." Then she stormed out of the room. I let out a stream of curses as I followed her. Damn it, why couldn’t these things be simple? More importantly, why was there a small part of me that thought Lady Anna was right?


I was still fuming about Lady Anna when I met up with Hangman and Vanessa on the way down to receive our assignments. Getting everyone out of Hillsborough was going to be an all-hands evolution. The only ones that wouldn’t be doing hard labor would be Elizabeth, Lady Anna, and Lord Savik. They would be busy making sure that all the necessary tasks were done and shifting lycanthropes as needed to get them done. That was part of being aristocrats.

"Where the hell have you been?" Hangman asked, "We went to your quarters this morning to get you for breakfast, and you weren’t there. I had to tell the Guildmaster."

"Yeah, I know," I said, not sure what I could tell them. Granted, they knew everything else, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell them all of the night’s events. I needed to tell them something, not just to stave off further questions, but because they deserved to know. They were two of my few friends, and both of them had stuck their neck out for me at one time or another.

"Oh God, you slept with her," Vanessa breathed. Hangman and I both shot her looks of surprise, but for completely different reasons. "That’s why you weren’t home this morning. You spent all night with Elizabeth."

"Would you keep your voice down?" I asked, nearly shouting at her. Vanessa let out one of her girly squeals and hugged me. I think she wanted to jump up and down, but was restrained by the serious looks on our faces.

"Ranger, is Vanessa right?" Hangman asked. His normally happy face was completely devoid of emotion. I nodded, and the fury that came across his face reignited the shame I’d managed to tamp down from my fight with Lady Anna. Damn it, he was right.

"Ancestors, Ranger, how could you have done that? Were you out of your fucking mind?" he asked, sounding like the Guildmaster he was destined to become.

"Sam!" Vanessa interjected, looking at her fiancee with a scandalized look, "Those two are supposed to be together. How can you be so cruel? This is a happy time for them."

"No, it’s not," Hangman said, "They should have waited. Ranger should have made sure of that." Vanessa looked confused.

"I know, I screwed up," I said, "I told her everything. About me, about Lothos, and then things got a bit emotional, and then went too far. I made a mistake. Can you forgive me?" The two of stared silently at each other.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Vanessa demanded, "Sam, you’re acting like Mark betrayed you."

"Because I did," I answered. "I let something happen that could sully the reputation of our Lady-Apparent and put her in a bad position with the other lords. Males are supposed to stop these sort of things before they happen, and I didn’t."

"Sullied her? Because you slept with her?" Vanessa asked incredulously, "That makes no sense. Am I sullied because Sam slept with me?" I held up my hand before Hangman could answer. It would be better if she heard it from me.

"You’re not the Lady-Apparent. Plus, you’re kin. The rules are different," I answered. I held up my hand before Vanessa exploded. "You didn’t go through tysach, so you won’t understand what the traditions and customs. It’s not something we talk about a lot outside of tysach." Vanessa was furious, but she just steamed silently.

"Who else knows?" Hangman asked.

"Farmer, Lord Savik, Lady Anna, and the Red Knights," I answered.

"You’ll have to tell Nicholas, but hopefully, no one else will find out," Hangman said, "At least, not until after you’re married."

"Marriage cover all sins?" Vanessa asked, bitterly.

"Something like that," I answered, "At least, it will be mitigated in the eyes of the lords. Or I could get killed fighting Lothos. That’ll probably do it also."

"I think you’re both being stupid, but I’ll keep my mouth shut," Vanessa said, "I’m still happy for you, Mark. Whatever your traditions say, I’m glad the two of you got together last night." We continued the training room on the second floor. Dozens of lycanthropes were listening to instructions from the pack leaders. Nick spotted us as we walked in and motioned us over.

"Vanessa, they’ve got you on data transfer and securing. That Fangbearer wolf and one of the State hunters are waiting for you upstairs," Nick said, "Hangman, they want you in the armory to help distribute what guns we have to the packs. One of the State hunters is in charge. Ranger, you and I get to be ammo carriers. We need to move what ammo there is down to the trucks and make sure everyone has enough." Vanessa gave Hangman a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before dashing off to her assignment. Hangman gave Nick and me a quick wave before also running off.

We need to talk, I hand-signed to Nick as we walked to pick up the ammo from the armory. He just nodded. We barely walked into the armory when one of the state hunters handed over a cart of ammo cans. I looked down at the fifteen green metal boxes. If this was just the first load, we were moving everything with us up to Tallahassee. I hoped they’d detailed a few lycanthropes just to loading magazines if they were thinking we’d need this much ammo. I grabbed the handle and wheeled the cart out. The convoy was being loaded at the Guild garage. It wasn’t part of the Guild the hunters used much because we were in and out enough that we could use the spare garage space in the houses above us. The Guild garage consisted of a dozen vehicle bays where the Guild’s special vehicles were maintained and prepared for missions. Those were gone and the garage was crammed with a collection of about twenty large vehicles – a mix of SUV’s and vans.

"Where are the heavies?" I asked Farmer as he walked up to Nick and me.

"Upstairs in the garages," he answered, "You’ll load those first because they’re going to be lead and trail vehicles in the convoy."

"Joy," I said, and turned the cart around to the elevator. Nick followed me as I moved to the cargo elevator.

"Did you want to talk about your indiscretion last night?" Nick asked, his tone so even I couldn’t tell if it was an inquiry or an accusation.

"I wanted to let you know what happened," I answered.

"I figured it out on my own when I couldn’t find you last night," Nick said. He looked at my face and shrugged, "I guess you already know you screwed up."

"Yes, thank you," I replied, trying to keep the heat out of my voice, "Hangman was more than clear on exactly how bad I screwed up."

"I doubt it," Nick said, "Though, that’s more because Hangman doesn’t fully understand the depth of the situation. Have you told Lady Anna, yet?" That surprised me.

"She found out when the leadership came looking for me," I answered.

"Ranger, that is where you really screwed up," Nick said. I gave Nick a puzzled look, to which he gave one of his few expressions – exasperation. "Ancestors, I hope you didn’t burn that bridge."

"What the fuck, Nick?" I asked, my own frustration coloring my tone, "I thought you wanted Elizabeth and me together. Why are you all of the sudden pushing Lady Anna on me?"

"I was fine with you and Lady Elizabeth when she was just a county lord," he answered, "I was expecting her to stay here while Lord Savik went to deal with Blackhawk. Once, she steps onto the state stage, your relationship is no longer a good fit for either of you."

"I have no fucking clue what that’s supposed to mean," I replied, "What the hell does her being in Tallahassee have to do with our relationship?"

"Ranger, you are not the only lycanthrope who will see Lady Elizabeth as desirable, especially if she shows her strength at the state level," Nick said, "When she gets to that level, do you think a marriage to a Badmoom will be acceptable?"

"Why not?" I asked, "Everyone seems to think it would be a good idea, except for Lady Anna and you. At least I understand her reasoning." Nick’s hand slammed the emergency stop on the elevator. Nick’s normally impassive face was contorted in rage.

"You don’t fucking understand Ranger, I’ve seen this happen before!" Nick yelled, "For Ancestor’s sake, would you quit thinking like a lycanthrope who just got laid and start thinking strategically! I know that’s not something you do normally, but I’d hoped you learned something while you were down in the Disputed Territories."

"Okay Nick, tell me what I should do," I said. I’ll admit, Nick furious scared me a bit. I’d never seen him expressing that much emotion.

"Be prepared to give up Elizabeth, for both your sakes and for the good of Florida," Nick said. "Take a good, hard look at your feelings for Lady Anna." I nodded, and Nick flipped the emergency switch off. The elevator resumed. The rest of the short trip passed in silent. The good part of simple labor is it gave me time to think. I didn’t understand what politics would force me to give up Elizabeth, but I trusted Nick. If he said that it was a possibility, I had to take it as an article of faith. I was in love with Elizabeth, but since my talk – talks– with Lady Anna, I admitted to myself I saw her in a new light. I had never considered Lady Anna as anything but a friend, but could there be more? Ancestors, how did normal lycanthropes deal with things like this? Of course, they didn’t have to deal with things like this. Only someone like me could manage to make his personal life so difficult that the idea of conducting what was, in essence, a coup was actually relaxing.

——-—

My phone buzzed as I was loading one of the Suburbans with a case of Silver Shok. I plucked the phone off of my and read the text. Call this number. Scott Franklin. I didn’t know why the State Guildmaster was contacting me, but my instincts told me that it wasn’t some kind of trick by the Society. I redialed the number and motioned for Nick. He walked over looking at the phone with a curious expression.

"Get the aristocrats over here right the fuck now," I said as the phone rang. Nick just nodded and darted over to where the leadership was talking. Nice thing about Nick – once he yelled at me, he let the matter drop.

"Marcus?" the State Guildmaster asked with an uncertain tone.

"Yes sir," I said.

"Excellent," the State Guildmaster said, with palpable relief in his voice, "I would’ve called my own people, but the Society is blocking all those numbers. They don’t know about this phone or yours."

"How is the Society–" I started to ask, but the State Guildmaster cut me off.

"No time. Listen to me. The war council officially removed the Prince from the throne about an hour ago. They’ve also disbanded the State Guild and instated the Society as our replacement. My hunters who were there were rounded up and jailed in the Manor by Society operatives. The Society is invading the Guild right now to get me and the remaining hunters. You need to get here–" He was cut off by a crashing sound. That had to be his office doors being breached. The expected gunshots didn’t sound. The State Guildmaster gave three short presses on one of the keys. That was a hunter signal for Can’t talk. Keep line going. Lord Savik, Lady Anna, and Lady Elizabeth joined me. Their Red Knights formed a protective bubble around us. I hit the mute on the phone and punched up the speaker.

"State Guildmaster called me. The State Guild’s being raided by the Society," I explained. "Someone’s just busted into his office."

"Is there something I can do for you Blackhawk?" the State Guildmaster asked.

"You were supposed to surrender yourself and your hunters to the war council a half-hour ago," Blackhawk answered, "As the leader of the Society of the Claw and the Fang, I’m here to arrest you."

"We both know the council doesn’t have the authority to disband the State Guild," the State Guildmaster said.

"Yet, here I am," Blackhawk retorted.

"And what happens when the county chapters rebel against council for your actions against the State Guild?" the State Guildmaster asked.

"They’ll be too busy fighting a war against the leeches," Blackhawk answered. "Even your few remaining hunters not in custody will be too busy helping the counties stay alive to come and rescue you. Like those you sent down to Hillsborough against the Prince’s orders." Metal slid against leather as guns were drawn. For a tense moment, no one spoke.

"I could kill you and neither of your thugs could stop me," the State Guildmaster said.

"Scott, I’ve always thought of you as a pragmatic lycanthrope," Blackhawk said. "Or at least, a relatively pragmatic lycanthrope. Yes, you could kill me, and then my two ‘thugs’ would kill you. What would really be the end result of that? Florida wouldn’t have its two most valuable lycanthropes in the middle of a crisis we haven’t seen since the Great Fatherland War."

"One of my hunters that you haven’t illegally captured will take over the State Guild. As for you, there’s always another courtier willing to be the power behind the throne," the State Guildmaster countered, "Maybe the next one won’t have to bring the state to war just to get power."

"Is that what you think all of this was?" Blackhawk said, "For me to be puppet-master to the next Prince?" Blackhawk let out an evil laugh. "Here I was, thinking that you were just a step behind me. Thinking you were just about to destroy my plans. All that worry, and you have no fucking clue what I am doing. Well, now I’m annoyed. I wasted time, energy, and resources collecting you and your hunters up because I overestimated you." I traded looks with Lord Savik and the two ladies.

Can you tell him? Lord Savik asked with hand-talk. I shook my head. There was no way to tell the State Guildmaster about Blackhawk seizing the throne without betraying that we were listening.

"It’s those kinds of things that cause plots to fall through," the State Guildmaster said, smugly.

"Yes, because I do these things without planning for contingencies like some third-rate villain," Blackhawk snapped, sarcastically. The State Guildmaster snickered.

"Considering the string of failures of your primary operations, the description would be apt," the State Guildmaster said, "Actually, I’m surprised you’ve made it this far without someone killing you."

"Failures?" Blackhawk said, "I’ve turned every setback into an even greater success."

"Including trying to kill Lord Savik?" the State Guildmaster asked, "I think that turned out poorly for you."

"Why am I not surprised that you’ve found out about that?" Blackhawk mused, "Badmoon found the emissary’s report and handed it over to you, I presume?"

"Something like that," the State Guildmaster said.

"I’m regretting not killing that lycanthrope while he was here," Blackhawk said. "I’ll actually admit that was a failure on my part."

"Why didn’t you? He’s a Badmoon. It’s not like anyone in the Manor would or could have stopped you," the State Guildmaster said. "Unless the problem was that you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself with that bit of murder. The entire court would know it had to have been you or your Society if Ranger ended up dead here in the capital. So, that meant you didn’t want any attention drawn to some plot of yours in Hillsborough." There was a brief pause before the State Guildmaster let out a dark chuckle. "You had one of your Society thugs assassinate Lord Vollen, didn’t you?" Elizabeth gasped. Lord Savik reached out and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. Even Lady Anna gave Elizabeth a sorrowful look.

"I really wanted to keep you around, Scott," Blackhawk said, regret filling his voice. For some reason, I suspected it was genuine. "You would have been a great asset in the war. If only you weren’t so damned perceptive."

"Do you really think even your pet war council will believe that I died resisting you?" the State Guildmaster asked. "Do you really think that the rest of the state will believe it?"

"My war council? Of course they will," Blackhawk answered, "Did you think I would have let them convene without ensure that the majority of members owe me their personal loyalty? As to the rest of the state? Well, there are so many ways for opposition lords to be killed during a war."

"The Prince was always such a good judge of character, how did he miss you?" the State Guildmaster asked.

"Miss me? He helped me engineer everything," Blackhawk answered. "Why else would a veteran of the Great Fatherland War let parts of his state fall under leech domination? Who else could have hid the details of what happened in the Disputed Territories from you for so long? Every time I think you’re this omniscient spymaster, you ask something like that."

"Why? Why would the Prince allow himself to be deposed?" the State Guildmaster asked.

"To allow his only son to rise to the throne," Blackhawk answered. There were sharp intakes of breath from the aristocrats.

That explains it, Lord Savik hand-signed. He sees himself as the true heir.

"The Prince had no children," the State Guildmaster said flatly, "He didn’t even take a mate."

"No legitimate children, true," Blackhawk said, "He did have two illegitimate sons."

"You are one of them," the State Guildmaster said, flatly. There was momentary silence on the line, and I guessed Blackhawk must have nodded in answer.

"This still makes no sense," the State Guildmaster said, "The lords would have accepted even an illegitimate son as heir-apparent once the Prince was past sixty."

"Would they have accepted me if they knew I was a taboo son?" Blackhawk asked. The aristocrats traded shocked looks. What the fuck was a taboo son? Did the Prince have a child with another Badmoon? No, that couldn’t be it. From the horror on the aristocrats’ faces, a taboo son was something so frightening that if that were the case, there was no way that Elizabeth or Lady Anna would even have contemplated a relationship with me. This was something else.

"I would have known if a taboo son had been born," the State Guildmaster said, flatly. "If not me, then certainly my predecessor."

"You know what I find amusing? You actually believe that," Blackhawk said. "For your information, I am not the only one running around the state. There’s another. Well, there were two, but one of them was killed recently. Such a waste. To be honest, neither of them knew their true nature, so it’s not surprising you didn’t know about them. I just wanted you to know exactly how badly you’ve failed in your duties before you die." The crack of a pistol shot was followed by the stutter of a suppressed burst from a submachine gun.

"Are you alright, my lord?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

"Yes, thank you," Blackhawk said. He grunted in pain with the sound of movement. "That was very quick work John. If you’d been an instant slower in knocking me out of the way, he might have actually killed me. I’ll take a wound to death any day."

"Sorry, sir, about the mess," another voice said.

"No, you did exactly what you should have Michael," Blackhawk said, "It may make things more difficult, but that was my fault, not yours. I let that bastard trick me into talking instead of just acting. What have we learned today?"

"Never let the need to gloat supersede the job at hand?" John asked.

"How about ‘never gloat’?" Michael countered.

"I think Michael’s closer," Blackhawk said, "Gloating, though very pleasurable, takes up valuable time and can solidify the enmity of your opponent." There was a rustle as the phone was picked up. "It also provides intelligence to whoever might be listening in to the conversation."

"We shut down all of the hunters’ phones," protested John. "He couldn’t call any of his hunters or even any of the lords."

"I know John," Blackhawk said, "So who else could he have called? Any guesses?" There was a pause as Blackhawk waited for answers from his thugs. "Well, I do. Ranger are you there?" I mouthed for the others to stay quiet as I unmuted the phone.

"I’m still here Blackhawk," I said, working hard to keep the fury out of my voice.

"Let me guess. After hearing my conversation, you’re even more determined to come after me and kill me," Blackhawk said, sounding almost bored.

"You ordered Lord Vollen’s murder," I replied. "Not only was he someone I respected, but you set in motion events that ended with my home falling to the vampire."

"For the record, I didn’t order Lord Vollen killed," Blackhawk said, "I did that myself. And you almost killed me, which should have been my first clue that you were too dangerous to let run around unsupervised. I’ll admit you were a nasty surprise that night." Lady Anna clamped her hand firmly over Elizabeth’s mouth. Pain and fury raged in Elizabeth’s green eyes. She fought hard against Lady Anna before letting herself be wrapped up in the other female’s embrace.

"That isn’t making me want to kill you less," I said.

"It wasn’t supposed to," Blackhawk replied, "It was to give you an idea of exactly how dangerous of a target I am. Whether you want to believe me or not, I am just as good a hunter as you are."

"You’re no hunter," I said, malevolence in my voice.

"I didn’t go to the camp, no," Blackhawk agreed, "I was trained by some of the best hunters in the state until I was just as good as them. How else did you think I was able to lead a bunch of former hunters in the Society?"

"By having your daddy tell them they had to play with you?" I taunted.

"For the first to join the Society, but they stayed once I proved to them I was just as capable as they were," Blackhawk answered without a hint of emotion, "At any rate, you should be thanking me for that particular murder. Without that happening, you would never have been able to have a relationship with his daughter. Which is what I’m offering in return for you to give up this crusade of yours."

"What?" I asked, "The last time we talked, you told me that you were going to marry off Elizabeth to another lord and you wouldn’t have her killed if I played nicely."

"That was before you heard something that could actually turn her into a real threat," Blackhawk said, "So, in return for your silence on this, I will allow her to marry you. As long as you stay in Hillsborough, with the occasional help during the war, and as long as Elizabeth doesn’t leave the county, I will let you both live. If, on the other hand, you tell her, or come after me, I will make sure that both of you die. Think about Hillsborough’s lycanthropes. Do you really want to rob them of their last member of the Vollen family?"

"Fine," I snarled into the phone, "Our lives for your secret. Any attempt by you to kill either of us, or any attempt that I even suspect you’re behind, and the deal is off. I will make sure you die."

"See, we can be reasonable," Blackhawk said, "After my coronation as the new Prince of Florida, a proclamation will be sent out declaring Elizabeth Vollen as the new Lady of Hillsborough County, with the caveat that she is to marry you. I’m sure that you will take measures on your end to make sure that I fulfill my end of the bargain, so there’s no need for you to threaten me further. I have enough to do than listen to your very competent threats." With that, he ended the call.

"Why did you agree?" Elizabeth nearly shouted at me. Lady Anna pulled Elizabeth into a comforting hug. It surprised me, but then again, Blackhawk had been responsible for both of their fathers’ deaths.

"Because Blackhawk still thinks these two are dead and the Broward and Dade wolves are still in their counties," I answered, pointing at Lord Savik and Lady Anna. I was trying to keep my mind in job-mode, but seeing Elizabeth in pain was making that difficult.

"Do you think he believed you?" Lord Savik asked.

"I doubt it," I answered, "I think he believes that he bought himself some time for his Society assassins to come after me. Maybe Elizabeth as well. At any rate, we have at least four hours before any of his minions can do anything."

"Four? I would have thought at least six," Lord Savik said.

"Unless he’s flying them in," I said.

"Damn, I didn’t think about that," Lord Savik said. "Will we be ready to move in less than four hours?"

"Probably," Nick said, "We may have to leave some stuff, but we can be ready to move in four hours."

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked. Lord Savik gave me a knowing look.

"You want to know what a taboo son is?" Lord Savik asked. I nodded. "Do you remember when we talked about how aristocrats generally don’t marry or mate with non-aristocrats?"

"It was the reason for the strong extra-marital sex taboo," I said, shame from what happened last night coloring my face. "So Raven was a taboo son because the Prince had a child with a non-aristocrat?"

"No," Lord Savik said, hesitantly, "You’ll have to excuse me, but this isn’t something we talk about outside the aristocracy. We marry outside the aristocracy, particularly when a powerful pack leader is being brought into the fold. There’s also the small fact that aristocrats can’t help falling in love anymore than any other lycanthrope." He looked meaningfully at the two ladies-apparent.

"There is one mating that can never happen. A taboo son is what happens when an aristocrat and a shaman have a child," Elizabeth said. "They’re always male, always powerful, and always unstable. The Guildmasters are supposed to kill any taboo son once their identity is revealed." She turned to Lord Savik. "He needs to know what we’re facing."

"Did you even suspect we were dealing with a taboo son when I told you about Raven?" I asked Lord Savik.

"Yes, but since he was dead, I didn’t think you needed to know," Lord Savik said, "It never occurred to me that there might be another, much less two."

"So who is the last one?" Elizabeth asked. "Blackhawk said that there were two others, but one was killed. I’m assuming that was this Raven individual you’re talking about."

"Maybe that’s why Blackhawk doesn’t want Ranger anywhere near him," Lady Anna said. "He’s already killed one of the taboo sons."

"I think it has more to do with the fact that Ranger is too unpredictable and dangerous to be let wandering around loose in the state when Blackhawk is trying to pull off a very complex plot," Lord Savik said. There was a dark chuckle from the two females. I’ll admit I got a bit of an ego boost from that.

"Let’s get back to work if we’re going to leave in time," Nick said. The aristocrats nodded and went back to supervising the work. I grabbed Elizabeth as she walked past and pulled her into an embrace.

"I am so sorry," I whispered to her.

"Don’t," she said, putting her finger across my lips. "There will be time to deal with all of this after we kill Blackhawk." All I could do was nod.

"Nick, there’s one other thing," I said as I shoved another metal box of ammunition into the truck. He quirked up an eyebrow. "Whatever happens, make sure Blackhawk is dead before the week ends."

"Is that all? I thought that was already a forgone conclusion," Nick answered simply. This is why Nick was probably my best friend.

—-—

Three hours and forty-five minutes later, I climbed into the shotgun seat of one of the Suburbans. Behind me sat Lord Savik, Lady Anna, Elizabeth, Farmer, and the Disputed Territories Guildmaster, as well as the four Red Knights. Fangbearer was driving. All of the packleaders, as well as the Disputed Territories Spiritmaster and Eagle, protested putting all of our leadership in a single vehicle. Especially with only a single hunter – and a disreputable one at that – to provide additional security. The barb annoyed me, but this time I agreed with the packleaders. Not about the disreputable part, but I kept having visions of a single attack wiping out the aristocrats. None of the packleaders had the ability or gravitas to pull this assault together without at least one of the aristocrats. Unfortunately, all three of them got that muley look on their faces when we brought up our concerns, so I just shrugged and made sure the aristocrats were as close to the center of the vehicle as possible. I racked my Commando into the clip under the dash and placed the MP5K PDW on my lap. Fangbearer looked at the two weapons and my vest stuffed with spare magazines. His look silently asked if I thought I brought enough toys. I restrained the urge to give him the finger, which I thought of as a personal growth victory. The aristocrats were busy giving last minute instructions and reassurances to the group of lycanthropes we were leaving behind. Twenty Hillsborough lycanthropes and a State hunter were left to guard the Guild in case Society operatives came around looking for Lady Elizabeth. Actually, the hunter and about five of the others were the guards. The others were too wounded too bring with us. Still, proprieties needed to be maintained. The wounded were also charged with protecting the Guild, and from the looks on their faces, I didn’t doubt they would do their best to kill any Society fucker that showed his face. Now we were ready to go. The first wave of four vehicles left shortly after the call from the State Guildmaster. We would meet up with them in Brooksville. A third wave of six vehicles would leave a couple hours after us and join us in Brooksville. The idea was to form up before crossing into a county and then disperse as we moved through.

Ours was the largest of the waves. Ten vehicles loaded with fifty of our hundred lycanthropes. Although we were staggered as we drove up Dale Mabry Highway two SUVs stuck to the aristocrats’ Suburban. There was only a pair of lycanthropes in each of them, but they were there to provide a screen for our truck in case the Society decided to deploy anti-armor weapons. Not likely, but I wouldn’t put anything past the Society at this point. I really didn’t want to dwell on that idea. Nick was driving one of the vehicles. Hangman was driving the other.

"Ranger, we’ve got an issue," said one of the state hunters from our scout vehicle a couple of miles ahead. "You’re going to need to pull into the Wal-Mart at the apex of Dale Mabry and 41." I looked back at the aristocrats. The hunter said issue, not problem, which meant it was something that had to be dealt with, but not necessarily with firepower.

"Best guess, it’s the Pasco County lycanthropes," I concluded.

"They haven’t been guarding the border for the last two days, and now they suddenly show up?" Fangbearer asked, "I don’t like it. It’s a trap."

"Or an opportunity," Lord Savik said, "We’re going to have to take that chance. Alert the rest of the convoy." The tension ratcheted up as the convoy merged. If it was a trap, we needed to bring the mass. I grabbed my Commando and slung the small MP5K. If this was going to get violent, I wanted the heavier-hitting 5.56mm. Ours was the next to last vehicle in the line as our group pulled into the parking lot. The scout car was surrounded by six Pasco County deputy cars as well as five large pickup trucks. I was willing to bet a mix of kin and lycanthropes. This was going to be fun. Six of our vehicles pulled into a line abreast, giving us an impromptu firing line. The rest of us pulled behind them. There was an eerie quiet as all the motors were turned off. A single lycanthrope walked out in front of our two groups. As he came into view, I swallowed hard. It wasn’t everyday you saw a county lord step into the middle of two armed groups. Especially without being surrounded by Red Knights.

"Lady Elizabeth, would you please come out?" Lord Hauser asked, "We need to talk. I promise, we do not want to harm any of you."

"Stay here, Anna," Lord Savik said, "Elizabeth, if you will come with me. It’s been a while, but it would be good to talk to an old friend." The two aristocrats stepped out of the truck. Lord Savik waved back the Red Knights. If Lord Hauser was willing to meet without them, we were going to reciprocate, much to the Knights’ dismay. I didn’t care. I stepped out of the truck and stood by the engine block with my Commando at the low ready. Elizabeth gave me an indulgent smile as she passed by me.

"Tell me you miked them," I said back to the Red Knights.

"Damn straight," Lord Savik’s senior Red Knight said.

"Can you feed it to me?" I asked.

"Channel six," the Red Knight said. Flipping the dial on my radio to the frequency, I heard Lord Savik telling Elizabeth he hadn’t seen Lord Hauser for several years.

"Ancestors, Erik, I couldn’t believe my eyes when you stepped out of that truck," Lord Hauser said, warmly "I thought you were dead." The two lords hugged briefly. "Lady Elizabeth, you’re looking more and more like your mother."

"Thank you sir," Elizabeth said, her head dipping down with pleasant embarrassment.

"That being said, what the hell are you doing breaking the quarantine through my county?" Lord Hauser asked, his voice suddenly becoming formal.

"We’re going to confront the war council before it selects the bastard dog who sold out my county to the vampires as the new Prince of Florida," Lord Savik answered flatly. Lord Hauser stepped back in shock "Believe it John. The bastard has already killed the State Guildmaster and admitted the majority of the war council is in his pocket."

"How do you know this?" Lord Hauser asked.

"You know the Badmoon?" Lord Savik asked.

"Of course I do," Lord Hauser answered, sounding slightly disgusted, "What does he have to do with this?"

"Blackhawk, the bastard dog, sent him to Disputed Territories to bring me out. Or at least, that’s what Blackhawk told Badmoon. Actually, it was so Badmoon could lead an assassin to my door," Lord Savik said, "So, between being used to betray me and learning Blackhawk was behind my counties’ fall as well as the death of Lord Vollen, Blackhawk’s managed to piss Badmoon off quite nicely. I imagine you know his reputation from your Guildmaster? Blackhawk tried to buy him off. Blackhawk doesn’t know I’m still alive and coming for him." There was a long silence as Lord Hauser looked between Lord Savik and Lady Elizabeth.

"For the love of the Ancestors, if you aren’t sure if you can believe it, why don’t you just Look?" Elizabeth asked. I didn’t know what Look was supposed to mean, but the capitalization was clearly stressed in her voice. Whatever it was, both Lord Savik and Lord Hauser froze in shock at her words. I looked back and saw that Lady Anna, Fangbearer, and the Knights were similarly shocked.

"Would you let me Look, Erik?" Lord Hauser asked with trepidation.

"Yes, but it won’t be easy for you," Lord Savik answered gravely, "The last few years have been tumultuous, to say the very least. Don’t let yourself get pulled into the storm." Lord Hauser nodded. The two lords stood across from each other and stared into each other’s eyes.

"I can’t believe Lord Savik let him do that," Fangbearer breathed.

"It makes a certain amount of reckless sense," Lady Anna said, "Maybe she is learning from Ranger."

"Would either of you explain before I get twitchy and shoot something?" I asked, with an overly polite voice. Lady Anna stepped out of the truck, walked over to me, and then got very close. I struggled to keep watching the Pasco lycanthropes in case something needed killing. I could feel her warm breath against the side of my face.

"Looking isn’t something we talk about," Lady Anna whispered into my ear, "It’s telepathy, but so much more. Lord Hauser is looking into Uncle Erik’s mind. He can see everything. Anything that Uncle Erik knows or feels. The stronger the emotions, the thoughts, the mind, the easier it becomes for someone to get lost." Something in the way she said the last word made me shudder. "It’s why we don’t use Looking except on rare occasions. Everyone has something they don’t want others to know, and no one wants to chance that they’ll never come out of it. Then, there’s times like these." She paused for a long moment. "I wonder what would happen if you Looked with that female."

"From the way you’re talking, it takes two aristocrats to do Looking," I said.

"True, but I’m starting to wonder exactly what your limits are," Lady Anna said, with a mischievous lilt in her voice. "If she won’t, I will. There’s nothing in you that could scare me. And there’s nothing in my mind that I’d hide from you."

"You don’t know that," I said, "Hell, I don’t know that. Why would you even consider it?"

"Why do you think?" she asked. Before I could say anything, Lady Anna was back in the Suburban. What the hell was that all about? First, Lady Anna is screaming at me for sleeping with Elizabeth, and then offering to let me read her mind? I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused harder on the Pasco lycanthropes. Then Lord Hauser collapsed. The Pasco lycanthropes tensed and a few weapons came out. Our wolves responded with more guns. Most of the weapons were simply being brandished. Except for one – a Pasco hunter trained an M4 at Lord Savik. I placed the holographic reticle on the hunter’s head. If I saw him tighten on the trigger, I was going to put a silver 5.56mm round through his fucking head. Lord Savik went down to help Lord Hauser. The Pasco hunter tracked Lord Savik before realizing that I was zeroed on him.

Back off, the Pasco hunter hand-signed. I flipped him the bird and kept my Commando trained on him.

I can kill him faster than you can kill me, the hunter hand-signed.

And you and your lord will both be dead, before anyone can stop me, I hand-signed back, I win.

Are you fucking nuts? he hand-signed furiously.

No, I’m a Badmoon, I replied. The Pasco hunter froze. After a heartbeat, his weapon rose until it was pointed safely skyward. Sometimes playing into my reputation was useful.

"Ancestors, Erik, how have you managed to remain sane?" Lord Hauser croaked as Lord Savik helped the Pasco lord to his feet.

"Not easily," Lord Savik said, grimly. "I’m still not sure if I am." Lord Hauser let out a bitter laugh.

"I’ll admit I have my own reservations," Lord Hauser said, seriously, "I’ve seen how hard it’s been for you Erik, but trusting a Badmoon, much less a vampire. I’ve heard of Bradon. He’s one of the most dangerous vampires this area’s seen in a generation, and now he has the entire TCV at his beck and call."

"Badmoon made it very clear that we can trust Bradon only so far as our goals are the same, and after meeting the vampire, I’m of the same mind," Lord Savik said. "In this case, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, if just a temporary one."

"The same Badmoon who was sent to kill you and miraculously comes up with all the evidence you need to come out of hiding," Lord Hauser retorted, "The same Badmoon that managed to seduce the young lady." He shot Elizabeth a withering look.

"John, stop. Could Badmoon be a false flag from the Society?" Lord Savik asked, "It’s possible, but it has to be the most elaborate false flag in the fucking history of our race. That hunter has done more for my counties and Hillsborough than almost any other lycanthrope. He made some mistakes." Lord Savik shot a similar withering look at Elizabeth, who quickly looked down as her face reddened. "But, I think his contributions easily outweigh whatever reservations you have about him." Lord Hauser gave Lord Savik a long look that clearly said he was unconvinced about me.

"I can’t go with you Erik, but I will help," Lord Hauser said, "I will send word to the other lords on the way up to Leon County as well as my endorsement. I’ll also send a contingent from Pasco. Can you give me an hour?"

"Yes, but your wolves and mine have to be at your northern border within the hour," Lord Savik answered, "Time is not our friend."

"Understood," Lord Hauser said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metal case. Flipping it open, Lord Hauser handed Lord Savik a business card. "My contingent will meet you here. Give the kin this. They will take care of your lycanthropes."

"Thank you John," Lord Savik said, his voice husky.

"It’s the least I could do. I should’ve come to your aid when the Prince sealed your borders. I knew it was wrong, but…" Lord Hauser’s voice trailed off.

"We all make mistakes. Even young ladies-apparent," Lord Savik said pointedly, "I don’t harbor any ill will John. Not towards you. I just want you to keep in mind how you feel right now about what happened when you’re dealing with Lady Elizabeth in the future, or what you tell the other lords."

"I’ll keep it in mind," Lord Hauser said, pointedly not looking at Elizabeth. "Just give me time to think about it." The two lords embraced again, then both parties walked back to their sides.

"Thank you," Elizabeth said quietly as they walked back to the Suburban.

"You are my ally, and I take those seriously," Lord Savik, "That was a risky gambit. It helped our cause, but may have hurt you. Actions have consequences, including to who you give your heart."

"You’re right, of course. So what do I do now?" she asked.

"I’ll answer that when we’re not being monitored by everyone," Lord Savik said with a warmness that brought a smile to Elizabeth’s face. Nothing else was said as they finished crossing to the Suburban and climbing in. From the look on Lady Anna’s face, I was damned sure it was going to be an interesting trip up to Tallahassee.

Chapter 24 – Time For The Last Dance

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 – Chapter 19

Anne

“The reservation should be under Schneider,” Anne said to hostess.

“Of course, ma’am. If you would wait just a moment,” the woman said, looking down at the screen in front of her. Anne restrained the urge to fidget. When the note had been delivered to her room, Anne thought it had been from Lady Maritza. The envelope reminded her of a wedding invitation. It was actually sealed with a wax imprint of a coat of arms. She’d carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the note.

Anne, would you do me the honor of having lunch with me? I will have reservation at the Brown Hat at 2. and Kurt’s signature. Okay, maybe there was something to formal courting. At least, she hoped that was what Kurt was doing. It was a nice surprise at least. Anne was sure Kurt and the others were doing something with that corpse they’d recovered. Erik had been pretty firm that Anne should stay in the hotel until they contacted her. Well, if Kurt was there, she should be safe enough from Arem or whatever they’d fought last night.

“If you’ll follow me,” the hostess said. The Brown Hat was on the low end of upscale. It had started back in the forties as a swing club, and then matured into a restaurant known for its warm atmosphere and excellent steaks. The old stage was still used on occasion. The last time Anne had been in the Brown Hat was when her parents had taken her out for making detective. The lunch crowd was mostly business people who worked in the nearby skyscrapers.

Kurt was hidden behind one of the large, colorful menus as the hostess seated Anne. As the hostess left, Anne loudly cleared her throat. Okay, maybe she didn’t expect Kurt to jump to his feet to seat her, but he could’ve at least acknowledged her presence. The menu dropped, and Anne clenched the tablecloth as she looked into the dark eyes of Arem.

“I apologize for the ruse, but I very much doubted that you would come meet me if I signed my own name,” Arem said in a warm voice.

“I should just shoot you,” Anne said in a strained voice.

“That would just be foolish,” Arem said, “You would disturb all of these humans’ lunch. You would also not find out what happened to your sister.” Anne froze for the briefest moment.

“She was murdered when we were both infants,” Anne said coldly, “What could you know about it?”

“They never did find the person who kidnapped the both of you,” Arem said. “I know it’s been part of what drove you to become the detective you are today.”

“What do you know?” Anne demanded, barely keeping herself from screaming at Arem. The handsome elf gave her a smile.

“Power isn’t the only thing that the Dark Towers can provide. Answers are another service we can provide,” Arem said, coyly. “Come with me, and all of those questions that have been haunting you can be answered.” Anne was tempted. She couldn’t remember when her twin sister and her had been abducted. She’d only been six months at the time. What Anne remembered was the after effects when she’d been found alive, but her sister brutally murdered. The mournful looks from her parents on her birthday when they couldn’t help but think of the daughter they’d lost. The whispers in school. Arem was right. Her sister’s murder was part of what had driven
Anne to join the force. The temptation stopped cold as she remembered the crime scene photos of her last three murders.

“Your allies have murdered four people in my city. There’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere with you,” Anne growled. Arem looked affronted by her words.

My allies?” Arem snorted. “Those weren’t my allies.”

“I killed an elf last night that responded to their summoning spell,” Anne said.

“And you assume that all elves work together? Or that all of the Towers work together? You’re laboring under a faulty premise. Two actually.” Arem asked. “The first is that all elves work for the Dark Towers. No. There’s actually a sizable community that lives in the occupied lands, as well as the Empire’s allies. That elf you killed could’ve been from either of those. For the sake of argument, let’s say this elf was part of the Dark Towers. Do you know how many Towers there are? Thousands. Each with their own agenda. Mine has not allied themselves with the criminals you’re hunting with the Avalonians.” Anne stared hard at the elf. She could usually tell when someone was lying to her, but there was something about the elf that made it hard to tell.

“Excuse me Detective, I’d like to have a word with you. Would you mind stepping outside?” Detective Jason McMurtry asked. Jason’s sudden presence startled Anne from her concentration on Arem. Her fellow detective eased Anne out of the chair and led her out of the Brown Hat.

“Who was that?” Jason asked as soon as they were outside.

“You don’t want to know,” Anne said. Jason seemed to consider that and mentally file it away for later.

“You’ve been ducking me Anne,” Jason said.

“Maybe,” Anne said. Dale had warned her that Jason was digging hard into her apartment’s explosion and her murder cases.

“No maybe about it,” Jason said, a hint of anger in his voice. “Damn it, what the hell is going on? First there’s a gunfight at the docks, but no bodies, then the explosion at your apartment, then a mysterious fire at the Menendez murder scene. You know what’s actually going on. Tell me. I don’t care how crazy it sounds.” There was a pleading in Jason’s eyes that scared Anne. It was like he knew and just needed Anne to confirm it for him. She shook her head. That was crazy. Almost as crazy as telling him about the Avalonians, the bargainers, and the Dark Towers.

“Look Jason, I like you as a friend, but I don’t know anything,” Anne said, “If you think I was responsible for any of that, then take it up with IA. Otherwise, I’ll see you in a few days when my medical leave’s up.”

“Anne, please. I don’t think you committed any crimes, but you know the missing pieces in the puzzle. Why won’t you help me figure this out?” Jason asked.

“We’re done here Jason,” Anne said, dashing to grab a cab back to her hotel.

“Don’t try to protect them Anne,” Jason said as she shut the cab door. “You’re in over your head.” Anne spent the ride back to her hotel wondering what Jason’s parting words meant. She dreaded it didn’t mean anything good.

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 18

Anne

Anne’s cellphone woke her up with its incessant chirping. Still groggy from little sleep, she reached over to the nightstand and picked it up. The screen was filled with text messages from her partner Dale, along with several missed calls. The text messages were all some version of “Call me,” but the last few were in all caps. Damn, if he was doing that, Anne couldn’t ignore them. Yawning, Anne sat up and hit the speed dial for Dale’s cell.

“Anne, where are you?” Dale asked with an unusual urgency.

“Chesterton Arms hotel on Eighth Street,” Anne answered. Lady Maritza had arranged the hotel room, along with some replacement clothes and necessities to last Anne while she was still on this side of the gate. “What’s up, Dale?”

“It’s the Mendez crime scene. The house burned down last night,” Dale said. “Arson investigator is on scene, but he’s baffled. He can’t figure out what happened. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all night.”

“I was out with some friends, and then crashed pretty hard when I got home,” Anne answered, “I didn’t hear my phone until just now.”

“Were you with this Kurt guy?” Dale asked.

“Yeah, why?” Anne shot back.

“Relax, Anne. I just don’t trust this guy,” Dale answered.

“You barely know him,” Anne said.

“So do you. You’ve only known him, what, a couple of days? I ran a check on him, and there’s something wrong. He’s too clean,” Dale said. Anne’s first reaction was to rip Dale a new one for doing a background check on Kurt. A voice in the back of her head reminded Anne that Kurt had not only been the person who’d “found” her after what happened at the docks, but had come to visit her in the hospital after her apartment exploded. Dale would’ve been negligent to not run at least a basic background check.

“What do you mean ‘too clean’?” Anne asked.

“He says he’s a security consultant, but with no record for any police or military. He has no arrests anywhere. Yet, he has one of the city’s best defense attorneys on retainer when we question him? Something’s off about him. It’s not just me. Jason thinks there is something odd about Kurt as well. You might want to think hard about whether you want to be seeing him for a bit.”

“I’ll think about it,” Anne said. Dale let out a long exasperated sigh. Well, he should have known better.

“Well, at least you weren’t in the hospital last night,” Dale said, “How’d you swing getting a room at the Chesterfield?”

“Mrs. Holland arranged for me and a few others to stay there until we can find new places,” Anne answered.

“Mrs. Holland? The Mrs. Maritza Holland? The society lady?” Dale asked, his voice rising in surprise. “How did that happen?”

“She’s just playing the society philanthropist,” Anne answered dismissively. The last thing she needed was to cause trouble for Lady Maritza.

“Well, enjoy your stay. Just do me a favor and stay out of trouble while you’re on medical leave. I don’t want to go and have to break in a new partner.”


Erik

“Was the burning of the house necessary?” Lady Maritza asked. Erik was letting his team try to get some rest after the night’s activities. As fatigued as he was, Erik decided he needed to at least give Lady Maritza an overview of what they had found. She might have some idea on the identity of who those bargainers his team fought. Since the corpse they collected last night hadn’t vanished from the body bag, Erik was sure that their opponents were from this side of the gate.

“It closed that point from being used to contact the Dark Towers,” Erik answered, trying to keep his frustration out of his voice. From the annoyance in Lady Maritza’s psi-scent, he didn’t think he was succeeding. He took another sip of the tea. If there was one good thing about being forced to work on Earth, it was the tea. The plants just didn’t grow right on Avalon.

“For a covert team, you haven’t been very covert. The battle at the river docks, Detective Hearst’s apartment building explosion, and now this fire,” Lady Maritza mused from behind her own cup.

“I’ll be the first to admit that things have not gone as planned,” Erik replied. Lady Maritza let out a harsh bark of laughter.

“I see you have managed to capture a noble’s use of understatement,” Lady Maritza said. “I’m sure your mother and stepfather would be proud.”

“Do you want to discuss my heritage or how you can help me finish my mission and leave your city?” Erik asked. Lady Maritza sat back and was silent for several long minutes. Erik could feel the war of emotions in her psi-scent.

“I have not heard of a new group of bargainers in the city,” Lady Maritza finally answered. “Whoever they are, they haven’t made any contact with any of the small cults in the city. I’ll have my agents start to ask around. Is there anything else that I can do to assist the Saint and his pet Blackguard?”

“Actually, yes,” Erik said, “I need a lab room to examine a body. Something like a morgue or anthropology lab. And it should be secluded so that no one will disturb us.” To her credit, Lady Maritza didn’t even bat an eye at the request. Curiosity and anger were roaring in her, but she didn’t even let it touch her face.

“I will see what I can do.”

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 17

Anne

“Anne, would you please explain how you can read elvish?” Veronica asked warily.

“I don’t know,” Anne answered, dumbfounded. “I just looked and it just became understandable. Like I was remembering it.” Samantha peered into Anne’s eyes. Anne could feel the woman’s psychic touch in her mind. Odd memories came flooding up. Her fifth birthday party with that scary clown. Her prom date opening a limo door for her. Her father watching baseball on a hot summer afternoon. Ambushing the local bully with snowballs when she was ten. Then they stopped just as suddenly.

“Read the words again, please,” Samantha requested. Anne looked down at the white words on the small table. As she read them aloud, Samantha’s face scrunched in pain. When Anne said the last word, Samantha let out an anguished cry and fell to the floor. Veronica and Anne were at her side.

“Well, that didn’t go as well as planned,” Samantha said weakly as the other two helped her to her feet.

“What just happened?” Erik asked over the radio. “Is everyone alright?”

“We’re fine. Go back to your work,” Samantha answered. Then she turned to Anne. “I very much doubt you’ll be able to tell us why you can read elvish. There’s a part of your mind that is blocked from me. When you were reading, I followed the thoughts to that part, and then it slapped back my probes a bit harder than I expected.”

“Is it a magical or a psychic block?” Veronica asked.

“I’m not sure,” Samantha answered. “It isn’t recent though. That block has been in place before you hit puberty.”

“You can tell that?” Anne asked, astonished.

“I can,” Samantha answered. Her tone told Anne that it wasn’t a common ability among Avalonian telepaths. Samantha looked over at Veronica. “Let’s get this done.” Veronica nodded and went into the kitchen. She came back with a box of salt and proceeded to pour a circle around the table. Anne needed to spend some time with Veronica to figure out how this magic of hers worked. The small Indian woman murmured and the salt glowed with a warm white light that brightened up the living room. The table shook and wisps of what looked like brightly colored smoke floated out of the wood. Veronica stared intently at the wisps.

“They’ve done some magic since the killing. A communication spell, but not like one I’ve seen before. I think they were calling–” Veronica was cut off by a flash of light in the corner of the room. By reflex, Anne turned her flashlight on the source of the sudden light. A male voice cursed in a melodic language. She recognized that voice. Arem. Anne brought her submachine gun up towards Arem. She was thrown back as an invisible force smacked her in the chest. Pain flashed through her body as she hit the floor. Her body protested the continued abuse as Anne worked to get to her feet.

SKAYLA!” Veronica shouted and a beam of brilliant blue shot from her hand. Arem, now clearly visible, waved his hand and the beam sparkled across an unseen shield. He turned his intense brown eyes on Anne, and her resolve melted away. Her arms lowered the weapon. No, she didn’t have to fight him. He could take away the pain. Then Samantha punched the elf in the face.

Anne felt her resolve snap back into place alongside a burning rage. What the hell had that damned elf done to her? Anne snapped up the submachine gun and fired a short burst at Arem. Small red holes appeared on the elf’s brown tunic. The elf spun and glared at her. Anne felt her resolve slipping, but her anger helped bolster her defenses. Anne lined up the floating red hologram on Arem’s face and pulled the trigger. His head snapped back as the nine millimeter bullets struck. The elf dropped to the ground and didn’t move. Anne kept the elf covered as she checked on Samantha.

“Are you okay?” Anne yelled at Samantha. Firing a gun indoors tended to deafen everyone in the room. The psychic nodded, but grimaced in pain as she cradled her right hand. Anne then moved to Arem. Except, as she neared, Anne could see that it wasn’t Arem. The resemblance was striking, but this elf was shorter by an inch or two. The hair was slightly different as well. Cautiously, Anne turned over the unmoving body. The unseeing face confirmed that it wasn’t Arem.

Anne spun as the door slammed open. Erik and Kurt stood in the doorway with MP9’s up and ready. Erik coolly observed the scene, but Kurt almost leapt to Anne’s side. The German’s submachine gun dangled on its sling while he enveloped Anne in a warm embrace. She wanted to revel in Kurt’s warmth and scent, but instead she pushed him away. The hurt or annoyance she expected to see in Kurt’s face never materialized. Instead, the concern went to a professional neutrality. There wasn’t even the subtle mocking in his posture. Why the hell did she have to find the one man that seemed to understand professional boundaries right before she was taken to another world?

“Do you have what you need?” Erik asked Veronica, satisfied that the area was secure. The sorceress nodded as she scrambled to her feet. “Sam, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just forgot how much it hurts to punch someone,” Samantha answered.

“Extract and burn. Salt the earth,” Erik ordered. Kurt and Samantha walked to the door as Veronica started drawing symbols on the walls of the house.

“What do you mean ‘burn’ and ‘salt the earth’?” she asked.

“Burn this area with enough magic to destroy the ground’s link to wild magic,” Erik answered. “Keeps it from being used as a gate or to communicate with the Dark Towers.”

“What about him?” Anne asked, pointing to the dead elf.

“He’ll be gone in a few minutes,” Samantha answered. “No connection to this world anymore.”

“What about the neighbors?” Anne asked. “Shouldn’t we get them out as well?”

“We’ll call it in when we’re outside,” Samantha explained. “This won’t be any different from any house fire. You’re confusing magical intensity for physical.”

“We need to leave now,” Erik said with a strained patience, “I don’t know if your gunshot was protected by Veronica’s spell slinging tonight. I’d rather not deal with the local authorities again. They might actually start figuring things out that they shouldn’t.” Anne held her tongue as she followed the others out to the waiting van. Samantha used a burner phone to call in the fire as Veronica whispered an elvish word. Flame immediately engulfed the house like it was made of flash paper. Anne felt a pang of guilt as her murder scene was incinerated.

“Did we accomplish anything tonight?” Anne asked herself.

“More than you realize,” Samantha’s voice echoed in her head, “We found out who was responsible for your murders. Now, we just have to figure out who they are and deal with them before they can help Arem steal you.”

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 16

Erik

Growls from a dozen throats echoed up and down the deserted suburban street. A dozen pair of golden eyes shone from the shadows surrounding the house the team had come to see. Veronica leapt out of the van and drew a circle around her with chalk. A pale white light surrounded the young woman as she chanted in elvish. Erik slid out from his seat. He drew the stubby MP-9 submachine gun from under his coat. He could feel the animals’ barely contained rage. They felt like dire wolves, but there was something noticeably different.

IKALA!” Veronica yelled and thrust her hands in front of her. A brilliant ball of red energy burst from her hands. The growls turned to yips of fear as the dire wolves scattered from the magic blast. In the glow of the ball, Erik could see the distinctive canine shapes about the size of small ponies. They may not feel like dire wolves, but they certainly looked like them. The ball dissipated harmlessly as it struck the house. The yips ceased instantly. The pack of dire wolves turned back to face the group. The limited emotions that Erik could sense went silent. Well, that wasn’t good.

Veronica just stood in her circle and gave a warm smile as the pack stalked back to the van. Erik unfolded the wire stock of the submachine gun and placed the glowing red hologram on the sight on one of the barely visible dire wolves. Sam was not going to like this one bit. Erik sensed as Kurt and Anne moved up to the flanks. The German was his normal solid rock. Anne was terrified, but determined. Each carried the same small submachine guns.

“Wait for Erik,” Kurt quietly advised Anne, “Once he fires, then hose those things.” The detective didn’t say anything, or at least, not where Erik could hear. Erik was waiting on the diminutive, chanting woman. He’d seen the spell she was slinging before. Those dire wolves were in for a nasty surprise if they thought her magic balls were harmless.

“VERONICA, HIT THEM!” Samantha yelled from behind the line. “Erik, don’t fire!” Veronica obliged her teammate by unleashing a second ball of brilliant red. This time, the dire wolves stood their ground and snarled. That lasted approximately one second after the energy ball consumed the lead dire wolf and incinerated it. The emotional silence from the dire wolves was shattered by a flood of strangely human terror. The remaining wolves scattered with a speed that no dire wolf could achieve. What the hell was going on?

“Erik, look!” Veronica said, as she pointed at the smoldering corpse of the dire wolf. Except, it wasn’t a wolf’s corpse. The still-hot remains were indisputably human. Veronica tentatively stepped out of her circle. She cautiously approached the remains. Kurt and Anna moved behind their sorceress.

“Oh God, that’s burnt human all right,” Anne said, coughing as she neared the corpse. “I’ve smelled that particular odor enough times.”

“Glamour?” Erik asked as Veronica as he joined them. Sam walked up next to him and gripped his upper arm. As a telepath, Sam was always the worst effected in a fight. She could sense the thoughts of the dying. Erik wrapped his arm around his friend and gave her a reassuring hug.

“I’m not seeing the ghosts of a glamour spell,” Veronica answered, examining the body. “It’s almost as if he had wild magic actually bound to him. More wild magic than should’ve been available on this side of the gate. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Could it have been a werewolf?” Anne asked.

“A what?” Erik asked.

“No. Those don’t exist,” Veronica answered, “The tales of monsters were either a summoner bringing in monsters from Avalon, bargainers using their new-found powers to shapeshift, or natural phenomena being misinterpreted by the uninformed. Actual howl at the moon, vulnerable to silver werewolves are just fairy tales.”

“Okay, so what were those things?” Anne asked.

“Something new from the Dark Towers,” Erik answered, his unhappiness tinging his voice. “I wonder if Arem’s been reading Earth monster lore.” He thought on that for a moment. “Let’s get this cleaned up and get to what we came here for. Anne, would you please take Veronica and Sam up to the house so that they can examine the murder scene. Kurt and I will clean up this mess.” He motioned to the corpse.

“Okay,” Anne answered, and then led the two women up to the house. Kurt looked down at the now smoking remains with disgust.

“How exactly are we going to clean this up?” Kurt asked.

“Go get the silver bag,” Erik answered, “And hurry up before Anne can see what we’re doing.”


Anne

Anne walked up the familiar sidewalk to the dark house. It was a typical suburban house. Nothing to make it stand out from the rest of the houses down the street. Well, except for the yellow police tape across the front door. Veronica waved her hand at the door, and it quietly swung open. Anne pulled out her flashlight and motioned for Samantha and Veronica to follow her inside.

Anne could remember coming into this house the first time when the murder was discovered. That time, the quiet street was lit up with a dozen police cars and the two vans of the crime scene techs. Nearly twenty uniformed police officers were busy sealing the area up and doing a canvas by the time Dale and her pulled up. She knew it had been bad when her name got pulled out of rotation. Her captain knew she had a knack for the weird ones.

“Where was the body found?” Veronica asked.

“Down here, in the living room,” Anne answered. She could remember the uneasy faces of the officers that were first on scene. She had walked into the living room, and it was much worse than she expected. It was also the first time she realized it was connected with another suspicious death. One that had been thought to be the work of animals. It was almost the exact same crime scene.

It was the odd scent in the air that alerted Anne something was off. It was a sickly perfumed scent that shouldn’t have been in the house. No one should have been in here except for police, and they wouldn’t be burning incense. Anne drew the MP9 from under her coat and motioned for the other two to fall back.

“No one’s here,” Samantha said, “At least, not now.” Anne arched her eyebrow in question. Samantha just pointed at her head. Oh yeah, psychic. Anne was still getting used to that. Anne lowered the submachine gun, but kept it out as the three women walked into the crime scene. At the center was something. It looked like a collection of odd shapes. As they neared, Anne saw it was a wood plank on top of two stones to form a small table. White symbols covered the table in concentric circles. No, not symbols. They were words in some language that Anne knew she’d never seen before. So why could she read them?

“Upon our souls, we bargain for the power. We pay the cost willingly. We offer the payment for the contract,” Anne read. Veronica and Samantha both froze. Anne turned to see the shocked faces on the women’s faces.

“Anne, would you please explain how you can read elvish?”

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 15

Anne

Anne hated getting pushed around in a wheelchair. She was perfectly capable of walking out of the hospital, but no, they had stupid rules that didn’t make a damn bit of sense. The orderly at least seemed apologetic about having to do the chore. As her frustration built, Anne took a long, deep breath. At least they were letting her out. There’d been some discussion by the docs that maybe they should keep her in the hospital for her own safety.

“Here you go Detective,” the orderly said as he pushed her outside. “Did you have someone coming to pick you up?” She looked around. Anne was expecting Kurt. He’d left that morning to talk to Jason, but Anne was sure he’d be back in time to pick her up. If not, Dale should’ve at least come.

“Yeah, but they must be running late,” Anne answered. She reluctantly reached into her purse. Maybe it was time to call her folks. Of course, if Anne called them, there was a good chance that she wouldn’t be leaving their house anytime soon.

“Do you want me to wait with you?” he asked.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she answered, pulling out her phone. Before Anne had a chance to punch in her lock code, a limousine pulled up. A tall, stately woman gracefully exited out from the back as the driver hurried over to Anne’s wheelchair. The orderly, satisfied that his duty was done, fast walked back into the hotel. Anne could only stare at the smiling face of Mrs. Maritza Holland.

“I hope you don’t mind that I came to pick you up,” Mrs. Holland said, “I wanted to talk with you, and Mr. Schneider is being detained by your colleagues.” Anne’s heart skipped a beat. Had Jason arrested Kurt? Was he coming for her next? The driver eased Anne out of the wheelchair and escorted her to the back of the limo. Mrs. Holland took over and helped Anne sit down in one of the supple leather chairs.

“Take us to Antoine’s, Charles,” Mrs. Holland told the driver before turning back to Anne. “From what the news reported, I doubt much of your wardrobe survived. We’ll have to do something about that.”

“Why are you doing this, Mrs. Holland?” Anne asked, “The last time I saw you, you had armed men pointing weapons at me. And you weren’t very happy with Erik’s mission surrounding me.”

“My problems with Erik have nothing to do with you,” Mrs. Holland answered, “How would you feel if you find out that the FBI was investigating a homicide in your city without even telling you?” Anne nodded her head in understanding. That explained a lot. “There are other issues I have with that man, but I’m mature enough to realize my biases and try to overcome them.”

“What other issues?” Anne asked.

“You’ll find out about all of that once he’s gotten you back to the Saint,” Mrs. Holland answered.

“Who?” Anne asked.

“Jaegar’s boss,” Mrs. Holland answered. “Now, what I want to know is what exactly happened at your apartment.” The older woman’s blue eyes seemed to bore into Anne.

“I’m not sure that I should. At least not until I talk with Samantha,” Anne said. She wasn’t sure where Mrs. Holland fit into Avalonian politics or their intelligence services. Anne half-expected the older woman to erupt in fury, but instead a warm smile crossed Mrs. Holland’s face.

“I understand your hesitance, Detective, but Agent Hart is busily helping keep Jaegar alive,” Mrs. Holland answered. “In the meantime, I have the American government asking me pointed questions about a possible, illegal operation on their soil. I need to know what happened if I’m going to protect you, Jaegar, and his team.” Anne looked hard at Mrs. Holland. The older woman wasn’t lying to her, or even trying to deceive her. Anne told Mrs. Holland everything that had happened in the past two days. Sweet mother, had it only been a couple of days?

“And you’re sure Jaegar wasn’t lying to you when he said he didn’t know what your attacker was?” Mrs. Holland asked.

“No, he wasn’t lying to me,” Anne answered, “Do you know what it could’ve been?” Mrs. Holland shook her head.

“No, and that concerns me,” Mrs. Holland answered, “Jaegar’s been doing this so long, if he doesn’t know, it must be something new from the Dark Towers. With Arem’s appearance on this side of the gate…” Mrs. Holland let the thought trail off. “Let’s get you into some new clothes and then I’ll drop you off with the team. My attorneys should have Mr. Schneider out by then.”


Erik

Sam was going to kill him when they got back to the safehouse. Veronica’s magic managed to put him back together. The pain that shot through his body with every movement told him that her healing wasn’t quite complete. For the moment, though, Sam was content enough to glare at him from the seat next to him. That, he could deal with.

Kurt and Anne were chatting in the front of the van as the team drove to the second murder site. Veronica was sitting on the floor in some sort of trance. She was murmuring a low chant of what sounded eerily like elvish. Erik didn’t understand all of the intricacies of magic on this side of the gate. Hell, he barely understood it on his own side. That said, he knew that it took a pretty strong and capable spell-slinger to accomplish what Veronica had on this side of the gate. When Veronica told him that she needed to “center” herself because she’d “thrown her aura slightly out of sync with this realm,” Erik was experienced enough to let her do what she needed to. Now, if she could just quit following him around with those puppy dog eyes. He was trying to be nicer, because Sam asked him. He wasn’t sure if he was succeeding. Sam was too pissed off that he was accompanying them on this jaunt for him to ask.

“Okay everyone, we’re here,” Anne announced as the van parked on a darkened street. “I’ll go make sure that there isn’t anyone still at the crime scene. I’ll call you when you can come up. Will she be ready?” Anne nodded her head at the chanting sorceress.

“She said she would be,” Sam answered. Anne looked unconvinced, but she started to walk over to the house.

“STOP!” Veronica bellowed in an unearthly voice, “DO NOT APPROACH THE HOUSE!” Veronica jumped out of the van into a fighting stance. Bright white energy swirled around her hands.

Surrounding them, golden eyes glared out from the darkness.

Monday Fiction – Avalon – Book 1 Chapter 14

Anne

“Kurt, what are you doing here?” Anne asked as the German walked over to her bed.

“Someone needed to watch over you, and I volunteered,” Kurt said. The simple statement brought an unwanted heat to Anne’s cheeks. Damn drugs, they always screwed with her.

“I’m sorry about Erik,” Anne said, “I think he saved me somehow. I hated him so much, but then he…” Kurt’s arms were around her as the tears started down her cheeks. She wanted to hate Erik so much, and then he gave his life to protect her from the bomb that destroyed her apartment and killed one of her neighbors.

“Don’t, Anne,” Kurt said, in a low, soothing tone, “Erik’s alive. Veronica and Samantha are busily putting him back together.”

“How?” Anne choked out as her mind grappled with the news.

“That’s a good question, and none of us have a good answer,” Kurt answered, “He just appeared at the safehouse very badly injured. If Veronica hadn’t discovered him, I doubt he would have survived more than a few minutes.”

“It’s like ten miles from my house to your place,” Anne said, “How did he get all the way to the house?”

“Veronica and Samantha were asking the same thing when I left,” Kurt said, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he will be just fine in their care. And you will be just fine under my care.” Anne let out a strangled chuckle.

“You must be Mr. Schneider,” Jason McMurtry said, walking into the room. Anne’s grip tightened on Kurt’s arm as the detective investigating the bombing walked in.

Ja, that would be me,” Kurt said cheerfully, “How can I help you, Detektiv?”

“I have some questions for you about your involvement with Detective Hearst,” Jason answered nonchalantly, “I’m just trying to nail down the timeline of events. Do you have a few minutes?”

“I would love to speak with you,” Kurt answered, not missing a beat, “Would tomorrow morning at nine be convenient?”

“What about now?” Jason asked, “Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can find who tried to kill Detective Hearst.”

“As much as I admire your desire to find the Schurke, tomorrow morning would be the earliest I could talk with you,” Kurt answered. Jason looked like he was going to press Kurt harder, but stopped when he saw Anne’s face.

“Mr. Schneider, can I ask you to step outside for a moment?” Jason asked, “I need to speak with Detective Hearst alone for a moment.”

“Of course, I will be just outside,” Kurt said and strode out the room. As soon as the German closed the door, Jason’s professional demeanor disappeared.

“Who the hell is this guy, Anne? Don’t bullshit me,” Jason said, clearly annoyed.

“He helped me out the other night, and then I went out to brunch with him and some of his friends,” Anne answered. Jason studied her face.

“Did you sleep with him?” Jason asked.

“No! Not that’s it’s any damned business of yours,” Anne shot back.

“You’re holding something back, Anne,” Jason said, “I’m trying to figure out if it’s something pertinent to the investigation.” His features softened. “Look, have you thought that maybe this guy’s appearance isn’t just a coincidence?” Anne studiously kept quiet.

“Anne, I’ve got a dead body in the morgue because of this mess. You know you can trust me. If it’s not related to the case, it won’t go into any report. If it is, and you don’t tell me, I’ll have you for accessory after the fact,” Jason warned. He waited for a long moment. With a frustrated grunt, he stormed out of the room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Detektiv,” Kurt called back as he came back into the room. His cheerfulness melted into concern as he saw Anne’s face. “What’s the matter, Anne?”

“I got a woman killed today, and Erik almost killed,” Anne answered, “I became a cop to protect people, not get them killed.” Thankfully, Kurt didn’t protest or try to make her feel better. He just held her hand as she sobbed herself to sleep.


Erik

The room was black when Erik’s eyes snapped open. He immediately knew two things. First, Sam was in the room with him. Second, he hurt. The dull throbbing seemed to come from every part of him. Well, pain was something Erik had dealt with before. There were too many things that needed to be done to let pain get in the way. Erik made a slight move to get up and stopped. He nearly screamed as waves of sharp pain wracked his body.

“Serves you right,” Sam said, with a familiar mix of concern and annoyance. “You need to rest.” A dim light filled the room and Sam’s face hovered over him.

“I’m at the safehouse,” Erik said. It wasn’t a question.

“It’s a good thing too,” Samantha said, “You nearly died, Erik. Again.” He felt the weight of that last word.

“I promise, I wasn’t looking for it,” Erik said.

“Damn it, I wish I could read your mind and know if that’s true,” Sam replied.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say that,” Erik said. The fact that they couldn’t read each other was part of what had sparked their friendship back at the Academy. They were each other’s refuge from the rage of thoughts and emotions surrounding them.

“I spent too long helping you put yourself back together after all that nastiness with the Commandant Affair. And Anya,” Sam said, “I am not going to lose my best friend to his own darkness.” Erik wanted to reach out to her. Any movement hurt too much. Samantha gave him a tired look and stood up.

“I told Veronica I’d wake her when you came around,” Sam said, walking to the door. She stopped at the door and turned back. “I know you think she’s too green for this op, but that girl just saved your life. I didn’t even think it was possible for someone on this side of the gate to pull that much magic without a bargain. Would you do us all a favor and try to be nicer to her?”

“I’ll try,” Erik croaked. “Sam?”

“Yes?” she asked, giving him a wary look.

“You did put me back together. I wasn’t looking for death,” Erik said, “That bomb just surprised the hell out of me.”

“Then why did you drag yourself all the way over here instead of calling us? Or even wait for the paramedics?” Sam demanded.

“I didn’t,” Erik said. “I was gated here.”

Avalon – Book 1 – Chapter 8

*Anne*

“I’m fine, Dale. The docs said I might have a light concussion, that’s all,” Anne told her partner as they walked out to his car in the hospital parking lot. Dale Melon shot her a skeptical look. He’d been her partner for the last two years and knew better than to try and convince her to take it easy. That was what captains were for.

“What happened to the guy who picked me up?” Anne asked for the fourth time that morning. The police officers that had been with her at the hospital had been circumspect about Kurt’s whereabouts.

“His story checked out, so we let him go this morning,” Dale said grudgingly. “Can’t you remember anything more about last night?”

“No. If I had, I’d’ve told you the other twenty times you asked last night,” Anne snapped. She took a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry. I should have told you where I was going last night, but I honestly can’t remember what happened after that SOB clocked me.” Dale’s rugged features softened into a warm smile. She hated lying to Dale, but Anne was sure that he shouldn’t be dragged into last night’s insanity. She was having a hard enough time dealing with what happened. Anne wasn’t sure if Dale would survive.

“I’m just glad you survived. From all the brass we collected, there was one hell of a firefight,” Dale said, driving towards her apartment.

“But no bodies?” Anne asked.

“No bodies, no blood, no DNA,” Dale confirmed, “It’s as bizarre as our murders.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t someone just letting loose with some homemade full autos?” Anne asked, “That would explain why someone would knock me out to prevent me from telling.”

“That’s what we’re telling the public, but Jason doesn’t think so,” Dale answered. Jason McMurtry had been Army CID before joining the department as a homicide detective. From the few conversations Anne had with the intense detective, it was clear he’d investigated more than one nasty battle scenes.

“Any more leads on our murders?” Anne asked.

“Just a setback,” Dale said. “Those DNA samples from the first two crime scenes came back as contaminated. We didn’t get anything.”

“All of them?” Anne asked. “How is that possible?”

“Believe me, CSU is having to answer that question right now,” Dale said, “The field people are saying they followed procedures and the lab screwed up. The lab is saying the field people screwed up the collection. Whatever actually happened, we don’t have anything to run in CODIS. Anyways, you don’t have to worry about that for a few days.”

“Paid administrative leave. Yay,” Anne said flatly.

“You discharged your weapon. That plus your medical means you’re benched,” Dale said. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you posted if anything breaks.”

“Thanks,” Anne said as he pulled into her apartment complex. Dale put his hand on her arm as she started to get out.

“Listen, try and get some rest. Please? I don’t want to have to explain to your mother why you’re in the hospital. Again,” he said, with a smile to soften the last word. She couldn’t help but return the smile.

“I will. Try that is,” Anne said. He laughed as she shut the door. She didn’t let the scowl cross her face until she was climbing the stairs to her apartment. If this Avalon stuff wasn’t bad enough, she had nothing to find her murderer. To top it all off, she couldn’t do anything. She paused for a moment. She couldn’t do anything officially, but the Avalonians said that they’d help her. Veronica’s little touch had made the doctors see injuries consistent with her cover story. Why couldn’t Veronica’s magic help her figure out who was behind her murderers?

Anne paused at her door. That was odd. Delicious smells were coming from apartment. Since she’d talked to her mom before leaving the hospital, that couldn’t be the source. She very much doubted a robber stopped to make himself breakfast. One of her exes? She doubted that, but odder things had happened. The department had taken both her sidearm and backup for the dockyard investigation. Dale had offered his backup, and now Anne was regretting refusing the pistol. She was about to creep back and call Dale when the door opened.

“It’s about time you got here,” Kurt said, “Your food was about to get cold.” Anne froze in the hallway. She was having a hard time reconciling the tall, blond German’s handsome features with the frilly, pink apron he was wearing over his clothes. “I’m sorry, did I speak in German by accident?”

“Where did you get that?” Anne asked, pointing at the apron.

“This thing?” he asked, in a mock seductive tone, “You had it in your pantry. Now, will you come in?” Anne laughed as Kurt led her into the apartment. It was a comfy one-bedroom affair full of hand-me-down furniture from her grandparents. On the table were four covered dishes and a place setting.

“Where did you get those?” she asked, pointing at the table.

“They were in your pantry, in the back,” Kurt answered, surprised at the question.

“I have covered dishes?” Anne asked as she let Kurt guide her to the table.

“*Ja*. Although, that would explain why they looked unused,” he answered, with a light tone. As she sat, he uncovered a plate of eggs and bacon followed by another of pancakes that looked like they were used in an advertisement.

“When did you do all of this?” Anne asked.

“Well, after your *Freunde* from the police were done questioning me, I came here,” he said. “Erik told me when you’d be discharged and so it wasn’t hard to have breakfast waiting for you. I very much doubted you’d have anything to eat at the hospital. Fortunately, you had all of the necessary ingredients in your kitchen.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t done shopping in ages,” Anne said as she took a bite of the pancakes. Damn, they were good. Then, her police instincts finally made their appearance. “Wait, how did you get in?”

“*Detektivin* Hearst, I am a trained intelligence operative,” Kurt said, “Do you really think your locks posed that much of a challenge?” His tone was joking, but Anne felt an icy pit in her stomach. Kurt read her expression and his own face grew serious.

“*Detektivin*, after last night’s events, we needed to make sure that Arem didn’t have someone waiting for you when you came home. Since I was already tasked with watching you, it made sense for me to do so,” Kurt said, “Until this is resolved, you may as well get used to the idea that we will need to periodically sweep and secure your apartment.”

“Until this is resolved? You don’t mean helping me with the murders. You mean until I get dragged to this Avalon,” Anne said quietly. *Please don’t let him say it.*

“Probably, but that will be Erik’s call,” Kurt said, bluntly. Anne cringed at the words. His blue eyes melted into warm sympathy. “It is horrible when things beyond your control destroy your life. Especially when those things weren’t even known to you. I would change that, but I can’t. So would any of the Avalonians. All I can do is promise to protect you as best as I can and do whatever I can to make your life a little better.” Anne fled from the table into her room.

Damn it all to hell, she wanted to be angry at him. She wanted to scream, and rail, and maybe throw things at him. How dare he look at her with those eyes! Why did he have to be so *truthful?* Anne yelled a long string of curses at the door. Suddenly exhausted, Anne walked over to her bed and flopped down. Why couldn’t Kurt be more like Erik? From what Anne had seen so far, she was pretty sure she could get a hate on for Erik. Kurt, on the other hand, was confusing all of the instincts built up over a decade spent on the police force. At some point in her rumination, Anne fell asleep.