Sinister Magic: An Urban Fantasy Dragon Series (Death Before Dragons #1) - Lindsay Buroker Page 0,79

new moon.

19

As twilight dwindled and I sat between a planter and two kayaks on the dark deck of a houseboat with nobody home, I found myself missing Dimitri’s company. He’d dropped me off and promised he would head to Nin’s food truck but said I should call or text or email or all three if I needed help. I’d left my apartment keys with him, so I wouldn’t lose them in the water.

My phone was zipped away in a plastic baggy with my extra ammunition, everything stuffed into a buttoned pocket. I’d also grabbed a few magical grenades that Nin had once sold me, promising they were waterproof, and food, water, a first-aid kit, a lighter, goggles, and a waterproof flashlight. My mother would be proud.

Whether or not I would go for a swim remained to be seen. It would depend on if the kraken showed up and I sensed a dark elf in the lake.

Hours of research hadn’t revealed anything definitive about underwater doorways, but it had lent more credence to my hunch that one existed. There was a history of strange things occurring at night in Lake Union, not just the supposed Loch Ness visits. People had reported everything from glowing lights under the water to inexplicable high-pitched keens that woke up residents but that nobody could pinpoint.

I was tempted to call out Sindari for company, and because he would sense magical beings much sooner than I, but if I did end up in a dark-elf lair, fighting for my life, I would need him at my side then. The longest I’d ever managed to keep him in our world was six hours, and if we engaged in a lot of battles, his ability to stay here would dwindle further. I had to save him for when I needed him.

Gradually, it grew darker, as much as it would with street lamps and lit houseboats all around the lake, and the headlights of cars brightening the freeway high overhead as they whizzed past. I touched a charm I hadn’t used since I visited the wyvern’s cave, making sure there was life down there before I committed to climbing down. That seemed like weeks ago instead of days ago.

As I held the heart-shaped charm and murmured the activation word, the lake came alive to me, thousands of fish that I could now sense swimming around under the surface. A few larger turtles and seals also plucked at my senses, along with hundreds of people in the rows of nearby houseboats.

I’d never used the charm in the middle of the city, and feeling so much life in all directions was overwhelming. It took me a few minutes to sort through it and verify that there wasn’t anything giant in the lake. No krakens. Not yet. Just a few thousand fish. A lot of them were swimming around the bottom of the lake not far from my spot. That much interest had to indicate food. Maybe the Parks and Recreation people tossed munchies into the lake so people would have something to catch when they fished.

Cars honked up on the freeway as traffic backed up. Those people from lunch probably weren’t the only ones heading into the city for the baseball game. What if the dark elves were fans and, instead of luring krakens in for their blood, they were all sitting around a subterranean TV watching the warmup?

“Sure, Val,” I muttered.

I leaned against one of the wood planters, the fragrant flowers of whatever bush it held competing with the dank fishy smells of the lake.

Chances were it would be hours until something happened—if anything happened at all. Doubts filled my mind as I waited, gazing around at all the city lights. Would they be visible from under the surface? Maybe this was still too much light for a dark elf. Was it more likely that the alchemist would choose the darker shores of the Arboretum or the Union Bay Natural Area to lure the kraken to?

But their tunnels were over here. Or so Willard had said. Did she truly know? Or had she been repeating unsubstantiated rumors?

I drummed my fingers, tempted to leave and look for a darker spot along the waterway, but I made myself stay put. If I caught a ride somewhere else, I might miss the kraken. I might—

An awareness came within range of my senses. The kraken? No, it was the dragon.

He was in the sky, not the water, flying over the city, his black body and