him. It is forbidden among us to use each other like that."
"I can see why."
"His barbaric act gave us glamor. Power. But it was still purchased by blood, Ms. Blake. After Rawhead and Bloody Bones was imprisoned, my ancestor gave up his potion. He finally saw it as evil. Though his power faded, his children had the power of fairie in their blood. So here we are," she said.
"So you've got Rawhead and Bloody Bones hidden in some magic box somewhere?" I asked.
She smiled, and it made her face seem suddenly young and lovely. I had no way of judging her age. I couldn't see a line on her face. "When the magic failed the first time, Rawhead and Bloody Bones grew to its full size. It is bigger than a person, almost as big as a giant. It is imprisoned in a mound of earth and magic."
"You say it nearly wiped out an entire tribe way back when?"
She nodded.
I sighed. "I have to see where it's imprisoned."
"You promised..."
"I promised not to tell the police, but you've just told me there's a giant-sized creature capable of mass destruction imprisoned near here. I have to see that it's secure, that it's not going to break out and start slaughtering people."
"I assure you, Ms. Blake, our family has managed for centuries. We know what we're doing."
"If I can't tell the cops, I have to see for myself."
She stood up, trying to use her height to intimidate me. She wasn't even close. "And you'll bring the police, right? Do you think I'm that stupid?"
"I won't bring the cops, Ms. Bouvier, but I have to see it. If it does break out and I didn't warn the cops, then it would be my fault that no one was prepared."
"You can't prepare for Bloody Bones," she said. "It is immortal, Ms. Blake, truly immortal. It cannot die. You could cut off its head and it would not die. The police can do nothing but make things worse."
She had a point. "I still need to see for myself."
"You are a stubborn woman."
"Yeah, I can be a real pain in the ass, Ms. Bouvier. Let's not dance, just take me to see the prison, and if it's secure I'll leave you to it."
"If it's not secure enough for you?" she asked.
"We contact a witch and see what she recommends."
She frowned. "You wouldn't just go to the police?"
"If my home was robbed, I'd call the cops. If I need help with magic, I call somebody who can do magic."
"You are a strange woman, Ms. Blake. I don't understand you."
"There's a lot of that going around," I said. "Do I get to see where Rawhead and Bloody Bones is buried, or not?"
"Alright, I'll show you."
"When?"
"Without Magnus we're shorthanded at the bar, so not today. Come to the bar around three tomorrow. I'll take you from there."
"I have a coworker that I'd like to bring along," I said.
"One of those in the bedroom?"
"No."
"Why do you want to bring him?"
"Because I'm training him, and when will he ever get to see fey magic again?" She seemed to think about it for a minute, then nodded. "Alright, you may bring one other person with you, but no more."
"Trust me, Ms. Bouvier, one is plenty."
"My friends call me Dorrie," she said. She held out her hand.
"I'm Anita." I shook her hand. She had a nice, firm grip for a woman. Sexist but true. Most women don't seem to know how to give a good handshake.
She held my hand longer than she had to. When she took her hand back, I remembered Magnus's clairvoyance. Dorrie turned those wide, eerie eyes to me. She held her hand to her chest like it hurt. "I see blood, and pain, and death. It follows you like a cloud, Anita Blake."
I watched horror seep into her eyes. Horror at the brief glimpse she'd had of me, my life, my past. I didn't look away. If you're not ashamed, you don't need to look away. Sometimes I would prefer a different line of work, but it's what I do, who I am.
The look faded from her eyes, and she blinked. "I won't underestimate you, Anita."
Dorrie looked normal again, or as normal as she had when she first came in, which wasn't very. Now for the first time I looked at her and wondered if I was seeing what was really there. Was she using glamor on me now, to appear normal? To appear less powerful than she was?