froze on the spot. One knee hitched in the air. Looking as ridiculous as she felt.
Frozen. As if by magic. Which was ridiculous.
The pretty fluid took off, and she didn’t blame them. In the meantime, the scrawny guy had started talking and talking, but the only word that chimed in Ari’s mind was, Magic?
“Oh, I’m being rude.” He waved his hand and Ari unfroze.
She fell to one knee, her hand wrapping around Excalibur’s handle for support. At that moment, the alley door whipped open and two Mercer associates stepped out. Ari grabbed the skinny guy and tossed him up against the wall—which was as dissatisfying as the previous time had been satisfying. He squirmed like Ari’s body was the worst thing he’d ever touched, and she hissed in his ear, “They can’t see me.” She hoped this weirdo had enough sense to play along. “They’ll arrest you simply for being with me as well.”
“They can’t see you? Oh, you don’t want them to see you.” He whistled three fine notes. Ari felt a stiffening in the air as if something between them and the associates had hardened. They passed by without so much as glancing at Ari.
Ari stared at the skinny stranger anew. “Who are you?”
“Merlin the magician. We’ve met. Forty-one times already. I’ve been hoping one of these days you’ll remember me, but alas. Perhaps I look so different now that—”
“I’ve met you forty-one times?”
“Not you, per se, but Arthur has. The you that’s inside of… you.”
Ari stepped close to him again, gripping the sword and squinting. She wasn’t going to run him through, but the temptation to pin his hideous robe to the brick was overwhelming. “Is there something different about you? I mean, are you translating from another language or are you part android or heavily medicated? Maybe you should be heavily medicated?”
The question folded his expression into a tight knot. “I’m Merlin. It’s not easy to explain, but I’m here, Excalibur has chosen you, and we must get acquainted before…” His pale skin tinged with an almost blue shade of terror. “Before we meet the third wheel in the cycle,” he finished icily, eyeing someone behind her.
Ari twisted around, immediately backing up, pressing both of them against the wall.
A slight woman was watching from the shadows—or perhaps her dress was made from shadows. She seemed wrong in some indefinable way. Even more, she seemed familiar. And slightly transparent. Merlin stepped around her in all of his bathrobed glory. His lips twisted, not a smile. More of a knowing grimace. “Hello darkness, my old friend.”
“Merlin,” the woman said, her voice a wisp of smoke, her body just as intangible. “Look at you! You’re practically a child. Not a day older than your ill-fated little girl Arthur.”
Merlin tsked. “You will let me train her first, Morgana. You’ve never jumped the gun before. It isn’t your style.”
“Haven’t you noticed that nothing is the same this time?” She glanced around at the moon colony and smiled. “I think you’ve been away too long. Too much has changed, old wizard.”
“You’ll find, strangely enough, that I am in my prime,” Merlin said.
This so-called Morgana’s eyes sharpened. “Yes, you do look too well rested. It’s only fair to give you a taste of what you missed.” She rushed forward faster than light, startling Ari into dropping the sword in the ashy gravel. Morgana placed a single, semi-translucent finger against Merlin’s temple. He slumped to the ground, writhing.
“No! No!” Merlin yelled before dissolving into the stifled screams of someone with a knife in their belly. Morgana hovered beside him, and Ari ran halfway down the alley before she stopped. She didn’t want to run; she wanted to know what the hell was happening, and she wanted that gods damn sword—and that weird guy’s ability to give the Mercer associates the slip.
Ari walked back toward them, keeping her distance from the ethereal woman, and stooped quickly to pick up the sword. “What are you doing to him?”
Morgana looked at her as though she was surprised by Ari’s presence. “You should be running. That’s what all the others did the first time they saw me.”
“Are you killing him?”
Morgana laughed. “I’m letting him experience what I saw when I was that miserable oak. Catching him up on the latest Manifest Destiny fever, although I do not envy the headrush.”
“You were the oak?” Ari felt the logic click—the odd moment that came after freeing the sword and the familiarity she’d felt when she saw Morgana. Merlin’s screams turned