Every Which Way But Dead (46 page)

I took the pen, glancing up at David. He made a small shrug, a new, hard glint to his eyes. Despite his anger, I think he was enjoying this.

Heart pounding, I signed it as Rachel. I listened for any sound of battle as I handed the pen to David. They had to be close, and there might not be any indication that they were in the house if all went well outside. Lee was tense, and my stomach tightened.

“And you, sir.” It was sarcastic, and David turned the paper to him. “Sign, and I can close your file and you'll never have to see me again.”

I wondered if that was his standard line as I reached into an inner pocket of my borrowed jacket and pulled out the warrant Edden had brought over that afternoon.

Motions rough and belligerent, Lee signed the paper. Beside me, I heard the softest rumble of satisfaction from David. It was only then that Lee looked at my signature. The man went white under his tan. His thin lips parted. “Son of a bitch,” he swore, his eyes rising to me, then Chad in the corner.

Smiling, I gave Lee my warrant. “This one's from me,” I said cheerfully. “Thanks, David. Do you have what you need?”

David took a step back, tucking his form away. “He's all yours.”

“Son of a bitch!” Lee said again, a disbelieving smile quirking his lips. “You just don't know when to stay dead, do you?”

My breath hissed in and I jerked as I felt him tap a line.

“Get down!” I shouted, shoving David out of the way and lurching back.

Pinwheeling, David hit the floor. I slid almost to the door. The air crackled and a thump reverberated through me. On all fours, I jerked my gaze to the ugly purple stain dripping to the floor.
What the Turn was that?
I thought, scrambling up and tugging my skirt to my knees.

Lee gestured to Chad, who looked cowed. “Well, get them!” he said, sounding disgusted.

Chad blinked, then strode to David.

“Not him, you idiot!” Lee shouted. “The woman!”

Chad yanked himself to a stop, turned, then reached for me.

Where in hell was Ivy?
My demon scar flamed to pleasure, and while it was rather distracting, I nevertheless had no problem jamming the heel of my palm into Chad's nose, jerking back when the cartilage tore. I hated the feel of breaking noses. It gave me the willies.

Chad cried out in pain, hunching over and holding his blood-soaked hands to his face. I followed him down, giving him an elbow on the back of his neck, which he conveniently put in my reach. In three seconds Chad was down.

Rubbing my elbow, I looked up to find David watching in wide-eyed interest. I was between Lee and the door. Smiling, I tossed the hair that had escaped my bun out of my eyes. Lee was a ley line witch; chances were that he was a coward when it came to physical pain. He wouldn't jump out that window unless he had to.

Lee thumbed an intercom. “Candice?” His voice was a mix of anger and threat.

Panting, I licked my thumb and pointed to Lee. “David, you might want to leave. This is going to be dicey.”

My good mood grew when Kisten's voice came out of the speaker along with the pained sounds of a catfight. “Candice is busy, old man.” I recognized the sound of Ivy's attack, and Kisten made a noise of sympathy. “Sorry, love. You shouldn't have strayed. Oh, that
had
to hurt.” Then he was back, his fake accent heavy and amused. “Perhaps I could help you?”

Lee clicked off the intercom. He adjusted his coat, watching me. He looked confident. Not good. “Lee,” I said, “we can do it easy, or hard.”

There was a thumping of feet in the hallway, and I fell back to David when five men came spilling in. Ivy wasn't with them. Neither were my charms. They did have a lot of guns, though, all pointed at us.
Damn.

Lee smiled and came out from behind his desk. “I'm all for easy,” he said, so smug I wanted to slap him.

Chad was starting to move, and Lee nudged him in the ribs. “Get up,” he said. “The Were has a paper in his jacket. Get it.”

Stomach churning, I backed up as Chad staggered to his feet, blood dripping on his cheap suit. “Just give it to him,” I warned when David tensed. “I'll get it back.”

“No, I don't think you will,” Lee said as David handed it to Chad and the vamp passed the now blood-smeared paper to Lee. White teeth gleaming, he tossed his hair and smiled. “Sorry to hear about your accident.”

I glanced at David, hearing our coming death in his words.

Lee wiped the blood off on Chad's coat. Folding it twice, he tucked it in a jacket pocket. Headed for the door, he said casually, “Shoot them. Take out the bullets, then dump them under the ice downriver from the dock. Clean up the room. I'm going out for an early dinner. I'll be back in two hours. Chad, come with me. We need to talk.”

My heart pounded and I could smell David's rising tension. His hands were opening and closing as if they hurt. Maybe they did. I gasped at the sound of safeties going off.

“Rhombus!” I shouted, my word lost in the thunder of weapons discharging.

I staggered as my thoughts tapped the nearest line. It was the university's, and it was huge. I smelled gunpowder. Straightening, I patted at myself frantically. Nothing hurt but my ears. David's face was white but there was no pain in his eyes. A shimmer of molecule-thin ever-after shone around us. The four men were straightening from their own crouches. I had gotten the circle up in time and their bullets had ricocheted right back at them.

“What do we do now?” one asked.

“Hell if I know,” the tallest said.

From the floor of the vestibule came Lee's shout, “Just fix it.”

“You!” came Ivy's faint demand. “Where's Rachel!”

Ivy!
Frantic, I looked at my circle. It was a trap. “Can you take two of them?” I asked.

“Give me five minutes to Were, and I can take them all,” David all but growled.

The noise of fighting drifted up. It sounded like there were a dozen people down there, and one angry vampire. One of the men looked at the others and ran out. Three left. The pop of a gun downstairs brought me straight. “We don't have five minutes. Ready?”

He nodded.

Face twisting, I broke my link to the line and the circle fell. “Go!” I exclaimed.

David was a blur beside me. I went for the smallest, knocking his weapon aside with a foot as he tried to backpedal. It was my training against his slower magic, and my training won. His gun skittered across the floor, and he dove for it.
Idiot.
Following him down, I elbowed his kidney. He gasped and turned to face me, far short of the gun. God, he looked young.

Teeth gritted, I picked up his head and slammed it into the ground. His eyes closed and his body went slack. Yeah, it was crude, but I was in kind of a hurry.

The crack of a weapon discharging pulled me around. “I'm fine!” David barked, popping up with a Were's quickness from a crouch and jabbing a small, powerful fist at the last witch standing. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, the witch dropped the gun from slack fingers and toppled to fall on the first man David had downed. Damn, he was fast!

My heart pounded and my ears rang. We had brought them down with only one shot fired. “You got two,” I said, exhilarated at the joined effort. “Thanks!”

Breathing hard, David wiped his lip and swooped to get his briefcase. “I need my paper.”

We stepped over the downed witches. David went out before me. He stopped, eyes narrowing at the man on the balcony taking aim at Ivy. Grunting, he swung his briefcase. It smacked into the witch's head. Staggering, the man turned. I spun on one foot, slamming my foot into his solar plexus. His arms pinwheeled as he fell back into the railing.

I didn't stop to see if he was down or not. Leaving David to wrestle for the gun, I ran down the stairs. Ivy was fending off Candice. My bag of charms was at Ivy's feet. There were three bodies sprawled on the tile floor. Poor Chad wasn't having a very good day.

“Ivy!” I called when she threw Candice into the wall and had a moment. “Where's Lee!”

Her eyes were black and her lips were pulled back from her teeth. With a high scream of outrage, Candice came at her. Ivy jumped for the chandelier, her foot connecting with Candice's jaw to rock the vampire back. There was a creak from the ceiling.

“Look out!” I cried from the bottom step as Ivy swung to land with an unreal grace and the chandelier fell. It shattered, sending broken glass and crystal everywhere.

“Kitchen!” Ivy panted from a hunched crouch. “He's in the garage. With Kisten.”

Candice looked at me, hatred in her black eyes. Blood ran from her mouth, and she licked it. Her gaze went to the duffel bag of spells. She tensed to run for it—and Ivy jumped.

“Go!” Ivy shouted, grappling with the smaller vampire.

I went. Heart pounding, I ran around the ruin of the chandelier, scooping up my charms in passing. From behind me came a scream of terror and pain. I skidded to a stop. Ivy had Candice pinned to the wall. My face went cold. I'd seen it before.
God help me. I'd lived it.

Candice bucked and fought, a new frenzy in her motions as she tried to get free. Ivy held her still, as unmoving as a steel girder. Piscary's strength made her unstoppable, and Candice's fear was feeding her blood lust. A rattle of gunfire came from the unseen garage. I tore my gaze from them, frightened. Ivy had vamped out. Absolutely and totally. She had lost herself.

Mouth dry, I ran through the empty kitchen to the garage door. Candice screamed again, the terrifying sound ending in a gurgle. I hadn't wanted this. I hadn't wanted this at all.

I spun at a scuffling noise behind me, but it was David. His face was white, and he never slowed down as he paced to me. There was a weapon in his grip.

“Is she…” I asked, hearing my voice shake.

His hand went on my shoulder and he pushed me into motion. Lines marked his face, and he looked old. “Just go,” he said raggedly. “She's got your back.”

The sound of men's voices in the garage rose, then fell. There was a spat of gunfire. Crouched by the door, I shuf fled through my duffel bag. I put a slew of amulets around my neck and tucked my cuffs into my waistband. My splat gun was heavy in my hand, fourteen little babies in a row ready for sleep in the reservoir, enough propellant to shoot them all.

David peeked around the door, then ducked back. “Five men with Saladan behind a black car on the far end of the garage. I think they're trying to get it started. Your boyfriend is around the corner. We can reach him with a quick run.” He looked at me as I fumbled at my charms. “Good God! What are all those for?”

My boyfriend?
I thought, crawling to the doorway with my charms dragging under me.
Well, I
had
slept with him.
“One is for pain,” I whispered. “One is for slowing down bleeding. One is for detecting black charms before I walk into them, and one—”

My words cut off as the car started.
Shit.

“Sorry I asked,” David muttered, close behind me.

Heart pounding, I risked an upright, hunched walk, taking a deep breath of the dark, garage-cold air as I ducked behind a bullet-dinged silver Jag. Kisten's head swung up. He was on the floor with a hand pressed to his lower chest. Pain glazed his eyes, and his face was pale under his blond-dyed hair. Blood seeped from under his hand, and I went cold from more than the unheated garage. Four men were down beside him. One moved, and he kicked him in the head until he didn't move anymore.

“Better and better,” I whispered, making my way to Kisten. The garage door whined into motion, and the shouts from the car were loud over the revving engine. But Kisten was the only thing I cared about right now.

“Are you okay?” I dropped two charms over his head. I felt sick. He wasn't supposed to have gotten hurt. Ivy wasn't supposed to have been tripped into draining someone. Nothing was supposed to have gone this way.

“Get him, Rachel,” he said, managing a pained-looking grimace. “I'll live.”

The car's tires squealed as it backed up. Panicking, I looked from Kisten to the car, torn.

“Get him!” Kisten insisted, his blue eyes crinkled in pain.

David eased Kisten to the garage floor. One hand pressing Kisten's hand against the wound, he sent the other searching his jacket. Pulling out his phone, David flipped it open and punched 911.

Kisten nodded, his eyes closing as I stood. The car had backed up into the turnaround spot and was jerking into motion. It stalled. Mad as all hell, I stomped out after it.

“Lee!” I shouted. The car's engine sputtered and caught, its wheels spinning on the wet cobbles. My jaw gritted. Tapping a line, I clenched my fist. Line energy coursed through me, filling my veins with the staggering feeling of strength. My eyes narrowed. “Rhombus,” I said, fingers splayed as I gestured.

My knees buckled and I screamed when the pain from the line energy required to make such a large circle raged through me, burning when I couldn't channel it all at once. There was an ugly noise of folding metal and squealing tires. The sound raked through me, fixing in my memory to haunt my nightmares. The car had hit my circle, but the car broke, not me.

I caught my balance and continued forward as men piled out of the smashed vehicle. Never slowing, I took aim with my splat gun, squeezing the trigger with a methodical slowness. Two went down before the first of the bullets went cutting through the air beside my head.

“You shooting at me?” I screamed. “You shooting at me!” I dropped the gunman with a charm, leaving Lee and two men. One put his hands in the air. Lee saw him, then with no hesitation, shot him. The pop of the gun jerked through me as if I had been hit.

The witch's face went ashen, and he collapsed to the cobbled drive, leaning against the car and trying to hold his blood into him.