I glanced up. The roof was tiled and not particularly steep, but it was very visible from all parts of the street. If I got up there, I'd attract all sorts of unwanted attention.
"Then you must risk the last stone at the corner."
I guess I did. I took another deep breath that did next to nothing to release the tension in me, then said, "Let's get this done before Lucian turns up."
I walked across the road, glanced up and down the footpath to see if anyone was paying undue attention to us, then pushed through the old wrought-iron gate and quickly headed around the corner. Ivy and shrubs crawled all over the fence lining one side of the path, which would have been the perfect place to hide a stone except for the fact they had to be on the corner of the building. I found a crack in the concrete that was as close as I was ever going to get and wedged the lightest-colored stone into it. "Blood," I said suddenly. "Amaya won't cut me, will she?"
"She is incapable of doing so, even if requested." He drew Valdis and held her point down, near my leg. Her steel flickered with an odd purple fire. It was almost as if she were displeased. "She is."
I raised an eyebrow. "Why is that?"
His hesitation was brief, but nevertheless there. "Because of the connection we have formed."
I studied him for a moment, sensing that was the truth as far as it went, but knowing there was a whole lot more to it than that—and that he wasn't about to explain it. I lightly pressed a fingertip against Valdis's point. Blood welled. I let it drop onto the ward. In an instant it was gone, sucked into the stone itself. Dark, bloody light flickered deeply in its heart, then stilled. But it was not inert. It was waiting.
I shivered, then stood and walked to the next corner. This time I wedged the ward into the strip of garden bed that ran the length of the rear of the building. When I dropped blood onto it, that dark, bloody light began to beat very slowly.
They were coming to life.
I repeated the process with the third stone, and this time the magic was tangible. It crawled across my skin, a force waiting for completion.
I jumped over the rear fence and walked up to the final corner. There was absolutely nowhere to safely put the ward. It was pavement right up to the edge of the building, and there were no cracks in either the concrete or the bricks.
"Then let me make one." Azriel pressed Valdis's sharp tip against the lowest visible brick near the corner of the building. Her flames flared briefly and, in seconds, there was a small, thumb-sized hole large enough to securely hold the last ward.
"Perfect." I squeezed my finger to get a final drop of blood, put it on the stone, then hurriedly dropped it in place.
The energy that crawled across my skin expanded in a rush, sweeping out and up, creating a wall of power that was invisible, but not entirely silent. It reminded me of the crackle and hum often heard when standing under high-voltage power lines. It would certainly be a warning to those who were sensitive to such things that something major now protected this building.