last month or so, I’d discovered the one thing the members of the Authority had in common. They were all suspicious as hell. Not a lot of trust going around for a group of people who relied on one another’s discretion to stay in business.
“For that, you couldn’t just call?” I asked, trying to lift the mood.
“What, and waste a perfectly good bucket of ice?”
“Tell your mom I’ll be there in an hour.” I picked up my gym bag and headed to the women’s locker room. “Zay, you still on for lunch?”
“We have time. I’ll take you out to Maeve’s afterwards.”
Shame followed Zay into the men’s locker room, his voice drifting back to me. “Oh, what’s with the face? Mad your vacation’s over? When was the last time you did any work, you lazy git?”
I heard the muffled smack of a fist against flesh and an “Ow!” as I closed the door.
I was the only one in the locker room, and Zay and Shame were the only other people in the gym. The gym wasn’t advertised—as a matter of fact, it was fairly hidden, and not by magical means. It was located on the bottom floor of a fabric store, and no one suspected there was a modern workout facility here.
Zay had told me it was only one of several places in the city set aside by members of the Authority for members of the Authority. It was like they had an entire hidden city shoved into the pockets and cracks of Portland. And no one got in those pockets if they weren’t part of the Authority.
The whole exclusivity of the Authority was a little odd to me. I still wasn’t one hundred percent down with the I’m-on-their-team bit, because I wasn’t sure they were on my team.
Yes, the members of the Authority had magical knowledge up the wazoo, and used more magic in more ways than I could imagine. Yes, I loved learning how to control the magic that filled me. Not that I had been top of the class in the execution of everything they tried to teach me.
But the price for all this knowledge was that I could never speak of it outside the Authority, never abuse the trust they placed in me, and never use magic in the hidden ways in public. And the public included the police.
Which made my day job of Hounding illegal spells for Detective Stotts a difficult combination of remembering what I should know and, more important, what he should know I knew.
I shucked my T-shirt, and traded my exercise bra for something I could breathe in. I didn’t look in the mirror until I’d pulled on my jeans and boots. I dug the brush out of my bag and did a quick once-through on my hair. My hair was dark and short enough I could tuck it pretty easily behind one ear, and I did so on the left side. The right I let fall free, hiding the metallic whorls magic had marked me with.
Since it was winter in Oregon, there wasn’t a natural tan in town, and I was no exception. My pale skin made the glass green of my eyes look like chipped jade. I held my breath and braced myself for the shadow of my father in my eyes. Nothing but me staring back at me.
Good.
If my dad never spoke to me again—better yet, if he faded away into death like a decent dead person—that would be fine with me. I did not like being possessed.
I shoved my workout clothes into my bag, zipped everything, and put on my hoodie before strolling out of the locker room. Zay and Shame stood by the door. Shame cradled a cigarette and lighter in one hand—neither lit.
“So, where to?” I asked.
“The River Grill’s on the way to Mum’s,” Shame suggested.
“You’re coming with us?” I asked.
“Like you’re surprised. Free lunch, right?”
“Wrong,” Zay said. “It’s your turn to buy.”
I opened the door and stepped out into the hard, cold air. The sun lent the day no warmth, but it was sunny and the sky was a shock of blue that hit my winter-weary soul like a cool drink of water.
Zayvion followed behind me. Shamus paused to light up.
“You going to tell us the rest?” Zay asked over his shoulder.
Shame exhaled smoke. Finally got walking.
“The rest of what?”
We’d made it to the car, and Zay unlocked the passenger’s side and touched my arm before walking around to the driver’s side. Shame, still smoking, paused