Binding the Shadows (Arcadia Bell) - By Jenn Bennett Page 0,16
with some oxycodone he found in his father’s prescription drug stash. We figured that was more stable than my home-brewed medicinal. And though Lon offered to hire a nurse to sit with Kar Yee for a few days, Bob volunteered before I even had a chance to ask.
The next day, I woke thinking about my mother and the last time I’d seen her, when I was handing her over to Nivella, the albino demon who took her and my father to the Æthyr. If anyone could confirm my mother had died after she’d crossed the veil, it would be the demon who killed them. And, since I was a talented magician, I could simply summon up Nivella by using her glass talon, now sitting in a safe in Lon’s library.
Easy peasy.
But when Lon swung open the heavy door to the wall safe, he spotted a problem I hadn’t anticipated: the glass talon no longer had a soft pink glow of Æthyric Heka surrounding it.
“This doesn’t look good,” I said, hefting the crystal claw in my hand. “Why would the Heka disappear?”
Lon stared at it for several moments. “Only one reason I know of.”
Me too, but I tried anyway, just in case. I spent half an hour constructing a strong binding inside a summoning circle. I had Nivella’s name, class, and her talon—everything that should’ve been needed to call her from the Æthyr. But the albino demon did not come when I called.
Nivella was dead.
• • •
Anxious and stressed, I rode back to Morella with Lon that afternoon in his black pickup. In the back was a generator he had in storage, just to help me get some temporary lighting in the bar. I spent most of the ride thinking about my mother. Just because Nivella was dead didn’t mean that my mother was necessarily alive. The demon could’ve tortured my parents to death and died later of something unrelated.
That’s what I told myself, several times, until Lon turned on the radio to distract me. A local news station was reporting Tambuku’s robbery, along with several others in the area. It pissed me off, to be honest. Why couldn’t we make the news for winning some award or hosting a noteworthy event? Seemed like my failure to catch the robbers was being broadcast for the world to hear. Look at the mighty magician: she couldn’t stop two douchebags from maiming her business partner and making off with the register!
After we set up the generator in the alley, I left Amanda and one of our busboys to wait for the electrician to show up and fix our fuse box. Lon and I walked two blocks over to the corner shop that had been robbed.
Like many of the businesses in this area of the city, Diablo Market had a small Nox symbol on its sign, indicating it was demon-friendly. It had once been a run-of-the-mill place to buy Cokes and candy bars, and beneath the counter, cheap valrivia and the latest issue of Savage Shemales. Last year it remodeled and started carrying overpriced organic juice and Brazilian chocolate. I liked it better when it was trashy.
We waited in front of a coffee house for the walk signal to flash so we could cross the street to the market. One of the baristas waved at me through the front window. Davey. He was a couple years younger than me and cute in a starving-artist, nice-guy kind of way.
Lon made a small noise. Passing cars kicked up a wind that blew open his thin, brown leather jacket, revealing a taupe T-shirt tucked into jeans. My eyes dropped to his fly. This particular pair of jeans, though pricy enough to be hanging around the hips of a male model, had a permanent, whirlpool-shaped dark mark below his belt buckle, caused by developer chemicals in his darkroom. I swear he wore them on purpose to distract me.
“Who’s that?”
“Huh?” I tore my eyes away from Lon’s hypnotic dark spot to see him jerking his head toward the coffee shop window, his gold-and-green halo trailing. “Oh, that’s nobody.”
“Well, nobody sure is staring pretty hard at you.”
“I highly doubt that.”
Green eyes squinted down at me. “Then why are you embarrassed?”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I protested, but I totally was.
“And why is he jealous?”
I glanced at Davey through the glass and gave him a tight smile while speaking to Lon. “You can’t possibly read his feelings this far away . . . can you?” We were a good twenty feet from Davey.