Imperative: A Quinn Larson Quest (23 page)

While Lionel took the fairies, I felt my way to the stairs and back up to the kitchen, where I found the others still muttering over the news. Lionel joined us just as I sat on a stool. I wasn’t planning on sitting here talking all day. “So, what are we going to do?”

“If we can find out who’s doing it, maybe we can stop it in time?” Lionel didn’t sound like he believed his own plan would be a good idea.

“There isn’t a lot of time,” Olan said.

“Well, I can’t just sit here and talk,” Lionel snapped. I heard his stool scrape across the floor and the sound of his pacing.

Edrinda sighed. “The boy’s plan is really the only option. Unless someone can figure out how to turn time back and stop the murders in the first place.”

I hear a chirp and a clatter of armor. I guessed Olan and Clarence had run for the door. “Come on wizards,” Edrinda shouted. “Let’s not lose her.”

Edrinda didn’t concern herself with gentleness when she grabbed my elbow. I almost tripped over my own feet at the speed she pulled me along.

The door slammed shut a second after I hit the bottom step. “Stop,” I tried not to gasp out the words. “I’m not going to be able to run like this.”

Edrinda came to a stop and I felt her pulling me back. “We don’t have time, Quinn.”

“You won’t have time if I fall flat on my face. Let me hold your arm. Good. Now I can follow you, rather than feel like you are pushing me.”

We ran across the street and I felt the ground change beneath my shoes. We were in the overgrown yard of Mrs. Yeardley’s house. Or rather of her ex house. She’d gone into a retirement home and whoever was looking after her affairs was letting the house go to ruin.

“Good enough, we can deal with it later. I just don’t want the police finding it.” Having a body so close to my house was too dangerous.

“Okay, Lionel, you push the bushes away and we’ll come through after.” The next thing I knew, I felt branches scratch at my arms.

“In that building over to the right. It doesn’t look like a house.” I heard Lionel say. “Clarence just went through the back door.

I tried not to react, the amulet was in my pocket and until we could put it somewhere safe it wasn’t going out of my control. “What amulet?”

“Don’t toy with me, wizard,” she spat the words. “I thought you were blind from stealing my book, but no, you took the amulet. Give it back.”

I heard a heavy step and then Clarence’s voice cut across the sudden silence. “We will not help you kill more humans. Leave and stop your foolishness before you start a war between the Real Folk and the humans.”

“I don’t care about some
possible
war. I am fighting a
real
war of my own.” I heard fear in her voice.

She didn’t believe that the humans would find out, how naive could she be? “The police are already investigating these recent deaths. They may be human, but they aren’t stupid. It won’t be long before they link the last ones to this. How can you not believe they will find us?”

“It’s been thousands of years, Quinn, only a few teenagers have even suspected we exist. What is real, is me fight to keep my position. Give me the damned amulet.”

“No.” I pulled myself out of Lionel’s grasp and walked toward Fionuir’s voice. “You will have to find another way.”

“Oh, I’ve already found another way. I will keep killing humans until I get the amulet back.” She was getting careless; I could hear her footsteps approaching.

“I am still not giving you an amulet.” I stepped toward her voice.

“You are supporting Maeve? You think she will be better than me?

“Can she be worse?” I felt heat from the direction of her voice. “You are putting our entire existence at risk. What point is winning the war with Maeve and losing everything else?”

Someone grabbed me from behind and I felt the breeze of something just missing my face as I fell backward into one of the Kobolds. Edrinda’s voice grunted into my ear. “She’s armed. Let us fight her.”

I felt the wall hit my back before I could argue.

Then all I heard was metal against metal.

I expected Fionuir to be defeated quickly. Fighting two Kobolds was a good way to commit suicide for most people. But she kept up her end. I could hear grunts from all three. It made me glad I couldn’t see what was actually happening. Although it left me plenty of time to worry about that obligation.

Lionel slid down to sit beside me. “Quinn, I don’t know what to do, they are not getting anywhere, and I think she’s enhanced her ability. Can you cast a spell?”

“It would be dangerous for me to cast, I don’t know who I would hit.” I really wanted to throw a net spell but I knew Fionuir would just keep fighting. I wasn’t going to sacrifice my friends for this battle.

“She’s going to kill them then come and get us. I can’t fight her.” Lionel sounded more angry than afraid.

I tried to think. Lionel was better than I expected him to be with magic, but this was under a stressful situation. What could I give him that wouldn’t be a disaster for everyone?

“Great, Quinn, could you have mentioned that before we were in the middle of a battle?” Olan chirped as he landed on my shoulder.

It occurred to me that he might be bragging but I pushed the thought away, I had to trust him or there wasn’t any point in trying to stop the fight. “Okay, I have an idea. Do you think you can cast this only on Fionuir?”

“Yes, Olan is keeping her far enough away from Clarence and Edrinda. If we are quick, she won’t be able to get close to them again.”

“If you twist the spell to include ice and air, you can crystallize the air around her. She’ll be held in a shell of ice until we release her. She’ll be alive and aware, but not able to do anything.”

“Okay so instead of saying, rot and entropy leave, I say what?” He was smart enough to figure out the way each part of the spell contributed to the whole.

I sent my thoughts to Lionel,
now, do it now!
He must have heard me. Murmurs of a spell carried across the room. Then suddenly the room went cold and silent.

Then I heard breathing, then gasps of breath and a thud.

“Lionel, what is going on, damn it.” I pushed myself up. If this didn’t work, I was going to blunder into the battle. If everyone was frozen I would have to fix it.

We were in my workroom. Fionuir was resting on the couch where Princess had been. Princess and Diablo had left while we were in battle.

I checked the integrity of the spell and was impressed with Lionel’s expertise. When he learned a spell he cast solid magic. “Any ideas what we do with her?”

“She’d make a nice ornament if you just stand her in the corner there. You can always hang a coat on her,” Olan said.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m thinking I’d like to survive her reaction when we free her. We will eventually do that, I’m not going to keep her in this state forever. She’s aware, remember.”

“I think we need to get the amulet stored as far away from her as we can think of, and if she’s aware, we need to deal with her first,” Clarence said. “Do you have any more of that tea? And honey, I think the fairies took it with them.”

I told him where to find my stash of rare honey and heard him going up the stairs. It made me realize that I was going to need someone to do my shopping and other errands until I either cured the blindness or learned to handle being blind. Humans managed so I’m sure I would figure it out. And maybe I could get Maeve to give me that book back when she’s officially queen.

“There are a few places we can put her where she’ll be out of the way. We can throw her into a dimensional fold. As long as no one finds her we’re the only ones who could pull her out.”

“We can’t all cast spells, Quinn. What happens if you and Lionel aren’t available?” Edrinda asked.

“If need be, I can deal with it,” Olan boasted.

I ignored him, and added another item to my list of things to fix: return Olan to pixie form. I thought for a minute and then came up with the solution. “I can spell the release into a charm. All you have to do is say the words and you can free her.”

“Okay,” Lionel’s voice chimed in. “Let’s agree that the plan is to be together when we release her. But, in an emergency, I can’t think what kind of emergency would be that required releasing Fionuir, we can do it alone.”

Olan flapped back onto my shoulder. “If you find you need me, you know how to find me. Just call my name and whistle. I’ll be moving along now.”

“Is she really aware?” Lionel asked.

“Yes,” I struggled up and walked toward my couch. “Can someone move her? I need to create the spell down here and I don’t want her hearing what the components are.”

“Will you need her back?” Edrinda asked. I felt her move beside me.

I place my hand on the shell of air frozen around her. “No, I can create the fold and send it to her if you put her precisely where I say.”

I felt the air warm under my hand and assumed that Edrinda was moving Fionuir. “Put her in the bathroom. If you stand her on the blue and green tiles beside the toilet, she should stand upright without help.”

I heard footsteps on the stairs and went over to my bench. “Lionel, get me the ingredients and two of the gray stones in the bowl on the third shelf of the middle bookcase.”

We cast the spell and Fionuir disappeared. At least that’s what I’m told. The Kobolds left and I was trying to figure out how to tell Lionel to go home. I was tired and I needed sleep.

“Well, I’ve been thinking.” I heard mugs clatter on the counter. “We’ve been working together really well the last couple of days.”

I had half expected this. He was right; the last few days had gone really well. But, I didn’t have the time for an apprentice. I had to figure out how to get my sight back, not how to train a wizard. “Look, Lionel. You will make someone a great apprentice. You have a strong talent and when you focus, you cast perfect spells.”

“Thanks. So, it wouldn’t be too much trouble to teach me.” The kettle boiled and I heard him pour water into the teapot.

“I don’t have time to teach anyone. I have to reverse this blindness spell. I have to figure out how to survive until I do. I have to try to find out who killed Cate, and I have to figure out how to get The Morrigan to turn Olan back into a pixie.” I was hoping I could appeal to his caring side, and get him to leave the poor blind wizard alone.

“And, you’ll need someone to help you for a while. Someone to do errands, someone to read spells.”

“I’m hoping to find the book; perhaps Maeve will give it me in payment for removing Fionuir from the race. But I can hire someone to help me.”