Wicked Magic (4 page)
Authors: Cheyenne McCray
Keir's balls still ached and he cursed aloud a certain witch as he stomped up the concrete stairs that led to a utility room. He had chosen to take any living space that would allow him peace and satisfy his need to be alone when he required rest from search or battle.
Despite the pain in his groin and the amused grins of his comrades, he had forced himself to stand in the common room and eat as much as he could get down considering the pain in his balls.
Now he could use that moment of peace.
Bedroll under one arm and haversack over his other shoulder, Keir reached the room and turned the knob. The moment he opened the door, dust attacked his senses and he sneezed, causing more dust to whirl in the dim light coming through the small window.
He tossed his haversack onto the concrete floor as he surveyed the cramped space.
An “oof,” then a small, muffled sneeze came from his pack as soon as it hit the floor.
Keir narrowed his eyes as he dropped his bedroll and glared at the leather pack. Even as he picked it up he knew exactly what he would find.
“Galia!” he roared as he opened the haversack.
The tiny Faerie zipped out and away from him before he
could catch her. Sparkling pink Faerie glitter swirled with the room's dust, along with a hint of lilacs.
could catch her. Sparkling pink Faerie glitter swirled with the room's dust, along with a hint of lilacs.
“Is this what the San Francisco Otherworld is like?” She grimaced as she darted out of Keir's reach when he grabbed for her again. “If it is, I do
not
like it.”
not
like it.”
“Godsdamnit, Galia.” He clenched his teeth. “What in the Underworldsâ”
“I wanted to see this Otherworld.” She sneezed again, an indelicate sound for one so small. “Please tell me this is not what it looks like everywhere. If so, it is no wonder the Fomorii want to live here. It suits them.”
Keir nearly roared with frustration as he glared at the normally exuberant Faerie. Instead he grabbed his bedroll, untied it, and flung it onto the floor. A larger cloud of dust billowed throughout the room.
He sneezed and swiped dust away from his face with one of his hands. “I will have one of the part-Elvin witches take you home, where you belong.”
“If you can catch me.” Galia's laughter tinkled like little bells and he knew she was back to her usual mischievous humor.
The Faerie was so tiny he could grasp her in his hand and only her head and feet would show. He pictured himself clasping his hand around her, stuffing her back into his haversack, and sending her away.
The blond Faerie hovered just out of his reach, her tiny wings sprinkling pink dust that was bright enough to help light the room.
Jake had not overstated the smallness of the place, nor the fact that it needed a good cleansing. The one small window had glass blocks that let in just enough sunlight to see. Several rusting metal boxes lined one wall. Jake had told Keir it was an electrical room and warned him that it was not suitable for a living space.
Yet Keir would rather stay in this place and have his peace and quiet when he required it.
Now to rid himself of a certain Faerie â¦
“Galia.” Keir tried to keep his voice and his temper in
check. “You cannot stay here. You
will
return to our Otherworld.”
check. “You cannot stay here. You
will
return to our Otherworld.”
The Faerie snorted and crossed her arms over her naked breasts. Her knee-length blond hair managed to look clean despite the room's dust. “Make me.”
Keir braced one palm on the door frame, his other hand on the doorknob of the open door as he glared at Galia. “My pleasure,” he said as he stepped back and slammed the door shut, locking the Faerie in the room.
“Keir!” He barely heard her muffled voice through the metal. “Let me out!”
He studied the door for a moment as tiny pounding noises and cries met his ears. No gaps at the floor or anywhere else he could see and he doubted her magic was strong enough to turn the doorknob
and
pull the heavy metal door open in order to escape. The window's glass blocks were so thick it would likely take a battering ram to get through.
and
pull the heavy metal door open in order to escape. The window's glass blocks were so thick it would likely take a battering ram to get through.
With a feeling between exasperation and satisfaction, Keir turned away from the door and strode back down the stairs.
Rhiannon sat in the common room with the other witches, along with Jake and several PSF officers. They waited for the D'Danann to get the newly arrived warriors settled. A lot of doubling up was needed and it would be a tight fit until they cleaned up more space. The basement was a possibility.
A good hour had passed since Rhiannon zapped Keir in the nuts. She'd left the common room and marched up to her room and attempted to kill off a bunch of spiders with Frodo on her
Lord of the Rings
video game, but ended up almost throwing a fireball at her television screen instead. She'd tossed down the game controller, then took a long, hot shower. When she finished dressing, she returned to the common room to be in on the planning phase of what they would do next.
Lord of the Rings
video game, but ended up almost throwing a fireball at her television screen instead. She'd tossed down the game controller, then took a long, hot shower. When she finished dressing, she returned to the common room to be in on the planning phase of what they would do next.
It pissed her off how she couldn't get that Neanderthal of a warrior out of her mind. Despite the fact he'd cornered her, invaded her personal space, and acted like he owned her.
She doubted
that
would ever happen again.
that
would ever happen again.
Yet she couldn't get rid of the images of Keir caressing her body with those strong, callused hands. Just the way he'd made her feel the moment their eyes first met had set in motion a heated whirling sensation in her belly that refused to die down.
Bless it!
Rhiannon ground her teeth while she stroked Spirit. He stopped purring beneath her touch and started to twitch his tail near her elbow. Guess she'd been petting him a little too hard while thinking about that ass of a warrior. She softened her touch and Spirit started to purr again.
After being in her grubby T-shirt and jeans, she'd felt a need to dress exceptionally bright to pick up her mood after she'd finished her shower. She wore a vivid pink blouse along with a short skirt of royal purple in the same cottony material. The skirt was in the style she favored, softly draping from her waist to just above her knees.
The moment Keir walked into the common room, Rhiannon sensed it. Hair prickled at the nape of her neck and goose bumps slid across her skin. She took a deep breath, forced a haughty expression on her face, and turned to look directly at him.
He was staring at her from across the room as if he might eat her upâthat or kill her. After what she'd done to him, it would be a wonder he
didn't
want to kill her.
didn't
want to kill her.
Yet there was some kind of electrical charge to the air as their eyes met. She was so sexually aware of him that her heart pounded and her mouth went dry.
She forced her gaze away and raised her chin as she watched other D'Danann warriors fill the room, along with a few more PSF cops. When everyone was accounted for, Rhiannon stood, leaving Spirit on the couch.
The room went quiet as she took her place at the front of the room. “Ceithlenn is somewhere in our city,” she said as she swept her gaze from one end of the half-moon-shaped crowd to the other. She took great care not to meet Keir's eyes. “Night before last I had a clear vision of her.” Rhiannon swallowed as the images and the tastes came rushing back
and bile rose up in her throat. “She is a flesh-eater and a soulstealer. She'll grow stronger with every soul she takes.”
and bile rose up in her throat. “She is a flesh-eater and a soulstealer. She'll grow stronger with every soul she takes.”
“What makes you so certain this is true?” came Keir's deep, mocking voice as he folded his arms across his chest.
Spirit hissed loud enough to be heard through the room.
Heat flared beneath Rhiannon's skin as she met Keir's gaze. “I
know
it's true.” She didn't pause, didn't allow herself time to feel any more revulsion from the vision. “I can still taste the blood and the flesh of the human she ate. I can still feel the satisfaction in her full stomach. I can still sense the power flooding through her as she stole that human's soul. I can still hear her thoughts. She plans to take more souls to make herself strong enough to bring back her husband, Balor.”
know
it's true.” She didn't pause, didn't allow herself time to feel any more revulsion from the vision. “I can still taste the blood and the flesh of the human she ate. I can still feel the satisfaction in her full stomach. I can still sense the power flooding through her as she stole that human's soul. I can still hear her thoughts. She plans to take more souls to make herself strong enough to bring back her husband, Balor.”
She could also still feel Ceithlenn's recognition of Rhiannon's hidden powers.
The
Shadows
.
Shadows
.
And now the Shadows were responding to her anger at Keir, trying to burst from within her and take him down. It would feel so good to set them freeâ
Goddess!
How could she have such dark thoughts and even darker magic inside her? She was a gray witch, not a warlock.
How could she have such dark thoughts and even darker magic inside her? She was a gray witch, not a warlock.
She inhaled and battled back the Shadows. Fought them and locked them deep inside.
Rhiannon clenched her fists at her sides and clenched her teeth just as hard as she stared at Keir's unyielding expression. When she spoke she raised her voice enough to carry throughout the room. “Whether
you
choose to believe me or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that the rest of us make plans and do whatever we can to track that goddess and put her away. For good.”
you
choose to believe me or not doesn't matter. What does matter is that the rest of us make plans and do whatever we can to track that goddess and put her away. For good.”
Soft murmurs spread throughout the room. When Rhiannon could tear her gaze from Keir's she proceeded to describe her vision, sparing no details.
“The first problem is obvious,” she said when she finished. “We need to track her down. My fellow Coven sisters and I”âshe gestured to the other witchesâ“have so far been unable to use divination to figure out where she is.”
Sydney stood and stepped beside Rhiannon, taking her
turn. Chaos took his place next to his mistress. In her matter-of-fact manner, Sydney said, “But yesterday, through our various forms of divination, my Coven sisters and I
were
able to determine that several Fomorii have infiltrated positions of power. They have taken over host bodies of politicians, law enforcement officers, and wealthy citizens.”
turn. Chaos took his place next to his mistress. In her matter-of-fact manner, Sydney said, “But yesterday, through our various forms of divination, my Coven sisters and I
were
able to determine that several Fomorii have infiltrated positions of power. They have taken over host bodies of politicians, law enforcement officers, and wealthy citizens.”
Sydney's long black hair gleamed in the common room's yellow lighting. She explained what the witches had discussed as a way to discover where the evil god-wife was. “We find one Fomorii at a time and track it. Hopefully, one of the demons will lead us to Ceithlenn's lair. Now we need to determine how to do that.” She looked at Jake Macgregor and added, “Perhaps some kind of homing device.”
Jake got to his feet. He was six-four with dark hair and gorgeous baby blues, well-muscled and broad-shouldered. “We've got the means,” the PSF cop said, “but we'll have to get up close and personal with these sonsofbitches. We just have to figure out how to do it.”
“We”âSydney gestured to the other witches grouped together on a pair of couchesâ“can search for the demons and tag them with Jake's technology. That'll allow any of us to follow a demon, hopefully to wherever Ceithlenn is hiding.”
Her statement started an argument that was enough to give Rhiannon a pounding headache.
No,
the warriors wouldn't allow the witches near the Fomorii no matter what form the demons were in.
Yes,
the witches insisted they damn well would help.
No,
the warriors wouldn't allow the witches near the Fomorii no matter what form the demons were in.
Yes,
the witches insisted they damn well would help.
“Enough,” Hannah said in her cultured but authoritative voice, loud enough to be heard over the din. She brushed a shock of blond hair to the side of her face so that it rested against her otherwise dark brown locks. Surprisingly, the group went quiet.
“We have consistently proven ourselves in battle,” she continued, “and you still treat us as if we can't cast a spell without your aid, for Anu's sake.” Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the faces of the crowd. “We
will
assist in the search for the Fomorii and Ceithlenn, and that's the end of the discussion.”
will
assist in the search for the Fomorii and Ceithlenn, and that's the end of the discussion.”
The men started to grumble but Rhiannon stated in a loud, clear voice, “This is bullshit. We work together on this, and
that's
final.”
that's
final.”
After more discussion and a lot of planning, everyone gradually left the common room until Rhiannon was alone. She needed alone right now.
She curled up on the couch, braced one elbow on the padded armrest, and rested her chin in her palm. Spirit silently jumped into her lap and rubbed up against her belly. With her free hand she scratched behind his ears and he rumbled his approval in his deep purr.
Rhiannon couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. The fact that the Shadows had reacted to Keir when she'd been angry at him was like a toothpick poking at her mind.
She hadn't had to fight against the darkness for so long she couldn't remember the last time. Certainly not since she was very young. She'd kept control over the Shadows, mentally locking them in a box inside her, the key thrown away.
But now ⦠it was as if the key had been found ⦠and the box opened.
How? Why?
Ever since Aunt Aga had caught Rhiannon playing with the Shadows as a child, she'd known they were something horrid that had to be kept hidden.
Aga had screamed at Rhiannon. Had yelled about the demons inside her and how she should be thrown onto the street even though she'd only been five years old at the time.
One of the Shadows, reacting to Aga's screaming, had jumped on her and tried to throttle her.
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