Ilona Andrews - Magic Bleeds (Kate Daniels, Book 4)

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CHAPTER 2

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. THE TALL, THIN SPIRE OF a woman that was Patrice Lane, Biohazards in-house medmage, crossed her arms on her chest. She seemed even taller from where I sat, huddled on the slope under my cloak. The cold seeped through the fabric of my jeans and my butt had turned into a chunk of ice.

The telephone pole had become a mass of flesh-colored fur. Around it the entire parking lot was covered in my glyphs. I had used up all of Cashs chalk.

The pole slowly rained skin-colored fuzz. The same crap spread in a circle around its base. The fire had died down to mere coals, and the fuzz had spilled over it in several places, pooling against the first ring of glyphs. Id chopped off the wires going from the pole after completing the second circle of glyphs and threw them into the ward. The fuzz had swallowed them so completely, youd never know they were there.

Medmages and medtechs swarmed the scene. Biohazard was technically part of PAD, but practically speaking, it had its own separate quarters and its own chain of command, and Patrice was pretty far up that chain.

Patrice raised her arm and I felt a faint pulse of magic. I cant feel a thing past the chalk, she said, her breath escaping in a cloud of pale vapor.

Thats the idea.

Smart-ass. Patrice surveyed my handiwork and shook her head. Look at it crawl. Persistent blight, isnt he?

That was why Id made the second circle in case the first failed, and then it occurred to me that the telephone pole could take a dive. The wards of the first two circles extended only about eight feet up, and if the pole fell, the disease would land outside the barrier, so I drew the third ward circle. It had been a very wide circle, too, because the pole was painfully tall, about thirty feet. Four medtechs now walked along the outer circles perimeter, waving censers which trailed purifying smoke. Id sunk everything I had into those wards. Right now a kitten could touch me with her paw and score a total knockout.

A young male medtech crouched by me and raised a small white flower in a pot to my lips. Five white petals streaked with thin green veins leading to a ring of fuzzy stalks, each tipped with a small yellow dot. A bog star. The tech whispered an incantation and said in a practiced cadence, Take a deep breath and exhale.

I blew on the flower. The petals remained snow-white. If I had been infected, the bog star wouldve turned brown and withered.

The tech checked the color of the petals against a paper card and chanted low under his breath. One more timedeep breath and exhale.

I obediently exhaled.

He took away the bog star. Look into my eyes.

I did. He peered deeply into my irises.

Clear. You have beautiful eyes.

And she has a big, sharp sword. Patrice snorted. Be gone, creature.

The medtech rose. Shes clean, he called in the direction of the tavern. You can speak with her now.

The dark-haired woman, whod brought the chalk to me hours earlier, stepped out of the bar and carried a glass of whiskey. Im Maggie. Here. She offered the glass to me. Seagrams Seven Crown.

Thank you, I dont drink.

Since when? Patrice raised her eyebrows.

Maggie held the whiskey to me. You need it. We watched you crawl around on your hands and knees for hours. It must hurt and youve got to be frozen solid.

The parking lot proved a bit rougher than anticipated. Crawling back and forth drawing glyphs had shredded my already worn-out jeans into nothing. I could see my skin through the holes in the fabric and it was bloody. Normally leaving traces of my blood at the scene wouldve sent me into panic. Once separated from the body, blood couldnt be masked, and in my case, advertising the magic of my blood-line meant a death sentence. But I knew how tonight would end, and so I didnt worry. What little blood I left on the asphalt would be obliterated very soon.

I took the whiskey and smiled at Maggie, which took some effort since my lips were frozen. Did you finally get the phone working?

She shook her head. Its still out.

How did you contact Biohazard?

Maggie pursed her narrow lips. We didnt.

I turned to Patrice. The medmage frowned at the circle. Pat, how did you know to come here?

An anonymous tipster called it in, she murmured, her eyes fixed on the pole. Something is happening...

With a loud crack, the utility pole snapped. The dark-haired woman gasped. The techs dashed back, waving their censers.

The pole spun in place, fuzz swirling around its top, teetered, and plunged. It smashed against the invisible wall of the first two ward circles, toppled over it, and slid down, dumping the flesh-colored shit onto the asphalt. The pole top rammed the third line of glyphs. Magic boomed through my skull. A cloud of fuzz exploded against the ward in an ugly burst and fluttered down harmlessly to settle at the chalk line as the pole rolled to a stop.

Patrice let out a breath.

I made the third circle twelve feet high, I told her. It isnt going anywhere, even if it really wants to.

That does it. Patrice rolled up her sleeves. Did you put anything into those wards that might fry me if I cross them?

Nope. Its just a simple containment ward. Feel free to waltz right in.

Good. She strode down the slope to the glyphs, waving her hand at the tech team fussing with some equipment on the side. Never mind. Its too aggressive. Well do a live probe, its faster.

She tossed back her blond hair and stepped into the circle. The chalk glyphs ignited with a faint blue glow. The ward masked her magic, and I could feel nothing past it, but whatever Patrice was working up had to be heavy-duty.

The fuzz shivered. Thin tendrils stretched toward Patrice.

I wondered whod called Biohazard. Somebody called. Maybe it was just a good Samaritan passing by.

And maybe I would sprout wings and fly.

Maggie leaned over to me. How can she enter but the disease cant leave?

Because of the way I made the ward. Wards both keep things in and keep them out. Its basically a barrier and you can rig it several ways. This one has a high magic threshold. The disease that killed Joshua is very potent. Its heavily saturated with magic, so it cant cross. Patrice is a human, which makes her less magical by definition, and so she can go back and forth as she pleases.

So couldnt we just wait it out until the magic wave falls and the disease dies?

Nobody knows what will happen to the disease once the magic falls. It might die or it might mutate and turn into a plague. Dont worry. Patrice will nuke it.

In the circle, Patrice raised her hands. It is I, Patrice, who commands you, it is I who demands obedience. Show yourself to me!

A dark shadow rolled over the fleshy fur, spreading into a mottled patina over the pole and the remnants of the body. Patrice stepped back out of the circle. The techs swarmed her with smoke and flowers.

Syphilis, I heard her say. Lots and lots of magically delicious syphilis. Its alive and hungry. Were going to need napalm.

Maggie glanced at the still untouched whiskey in my glass. I raised it to my lips and took a sip to make her happy. Fire rolled down my throat. A few seconds later, I could feel my fingertips again. Woo, back in business.

Did they clear all of you? I asked.

She nodded. Nobody was infected. A few guys had broken bones, but thats all. They let everyone go.

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