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by torturing me and anybody who gets near me. Is that right? And more importantly, is it going to keep happening?”
"What geis? You're under a geis?" Mac asked.
"Her vampire master put her under a dúthracht. It is conflicting with the Pythian Rites, which have yet to be completed," Pritkin said curtly.
"Oh, bloody hell." Mac sat down on his stool, looking shell-shocked.
"Answer me!" If I'd dared to touch Pritkin, I'd have shaken him within an inch of his life.
"I don't know enough about the rites to say for certain if there is a way out at this point," he said unhelpfully. "The ceremonies are held within the Pythia's court, and there are few records kept on anything connected to the office.”
"What about witnesses?" I hoped I didn't sound as frantic as I felt. "The ritual was done for Agnes once, right?”
"That was more than eighty years ago. And even if any witnesses still live, they would be of little use. Most of the ritual is carried out privately. The only people who know the complete procedure are the Pythia and her designated heir.”
" Myra." Great, I was back where I'd started. "What about the geis then?”
"You are already doing what you can by staying away from Mircea. That will at least slow down the process. There is no other remedy, other than having it removed.”
"Then how do I do that?”
"You don't.”
"Don't give me that! There has to be a way.”
"If there is, I don't know it," he told me, sounding tired. "If I did, I would tell you. Unless the ritual is completed, it will continue to draw you to men, but the geis will oppose any except Mircea. And it will likely grow worse over time. The dúthracht is spiteful when it's opposed.”
"But… but what about Chavez?" I asked desperately. "He touched me and nothing happened. I didn't go writhing all over the ice rink!”
"You were at the ice rink? Why?" Pritkin was back to looking pissed. I couldn't have cared less.
"To get that." I gestured at the duffle. "I didn't want to take it into Dante's.”
"So you left it unattended in a public arena, where anyone might pick it up?!”
"It was in a locker," I said sullenly. "And can we get back to the point? I felt something start to build when Casanova touched me. It was nothing like what just happened, but it felt-I don't know. Like it could get bad fast. Only he dropped my hand before it flared. But Chavez didn't affect me at all, and that was later. So if you're right and the reaction is strengthening, shouldn't it have been worse?”
Pritkin looked uncomfortable. "I don't know.”
"The only reason I can think of," Mac mused, "is that the geis determines the amount of threat by reading the interest level of any prospective partners, and reacts accordingly. Casanova was likely somewhat attracted to you and this Chavez wasn't. Casanova was therefore identified by the geis as the wrong match and as a potential problem, and warned off. But Chavez, although also the wrong one to complete the bond, was not interested in you, and therefore was not perceived as a danger.”
Mac looked pleased with himself, while Pritkin and I stared at each other in mounting panic. As if by mutual consent, neither of us made the obvious connection. I did not want to go there. Ever.
"Of course," Mac continued obliviously, "when there's a mutual attraction, the reaction is stronger because the warning is going both ways…" He trailed off awkwardly.
"Okay." I put a hand to my head, which had started throbbing in time with my pulse. At this rate, I was going to be the youngest person ever to die from a stress-induced stroke. "How do I deal with this thing?" I asked Mac, because Pritkin was busy trying not to look horrified.
Mac scratched his stubble-coated chin. "Usually, there's a way out built into these things, especially the dúthracht. It has a habit of causing chaos, and I can't imagine anyone putting it in place and not giving himself an escape route. But only two people are likely to know what the safety net is.”
"Mircea and whoever cast the spell.”
He nodded. "And the mage was doubtless someone disavowed who was under the vamp's protection. He isn't going to risk losing that to help you, even if we could figure out which of the hundreds of rogue mages-and that's just the ones in this country-Mircea used. Of course, there aren't a lot with that kind of skill,