"I can make them—"
"Holy water," I interrupted, in an effort to keep the conversation heading in the right direction. "Have you got any?"
"Of course. Given the shit that has happened of late, I thought I'd better keep a good supply at the ready." She paused. "What is it this time?"
"Hellhounds. Maybe."
"Oh, fuck." She shook her head. "Why are you two tackling hellhounds?"
I gave her a quick update, then added, "We need to get into that warehouse and see what we're dealing with."
"Which means you actually need me—"
"No," I interrupted forcefully. "Absolutely not."
"Ris, I know magic. You don't—"
"I don't care. Azriel said the warehouse isn't on the ley intersection, so until I know for sure that's what we're dealing with, you're not going anywhere near that place."
"You don't have to be in the intersection to use the power of it," she said. "There's going to be magic there, trust me."
"Yes, but we don't know if it's been leashed or not."
"If the sorcerer has used the intersection to hit the gray fields and open the first gate, it's been leashed." She paused, her concern deepening. "And if he has leashed the magic, then he'll have more than hellhounds protecting it."
"Undoubtedly. Which is why I don't want you in the middle of it until we're sure what we're facing."
"So why does he get to go, when he knows jack shit about magic?"