Katie MacAlister - Playing with Fire

Silver Dragons Book 1

I am profoundly grateful to all the readers who have taken the time to let me know how much theyve enjoyed visiting my Otherworld, and I am especially appreciative of those people whove pleaded for books featuring the silver dragons. This first silver dragon novel is dedicated to all those dragon fans, with the hope that they enjoy seeing Gabriel through a new pair of eyes.

Good twin calling evil twin. The weasel crows at midnight. How copy?

Oh, for mercys sake Im busy! Stop sending me silly messages in code! If you have something to say, just say it; otherwise, radio silence, remember?

Youre no fun anymore. You used to be fun, but lately, Ive noticed a change in you. Is it menopause, May?

Cyrene s question took me aback so strongly, I stopped creeping down the darkened hallway and blinked in dumbfounded surprise at the mirror that hung on the wall opposite.

No reflected figure blinked back at me.

Are you still having your period? Do you experience hot flashes at night? Are you now growing, or have you at any time in the recent past grown, a mustache?

Goddess help me, I murmured to no one in particular, and tried my best to ignore the perky little voice that chirped so happily in my ear as I continued to make my way down to the dark and deserted room. I thought for a moment of just turning off the miniature radio that allowed Cyrene to contact me, but knowledge born of long experience with my twin reminded me of the folly of such an idea.

Boy, you really are in a grumpy mood if you wont rise to the bait of menopause, she said in a mildly disgruntled voice.

I stopped briefly to admire a beautiful dull-sea green vase that sat in a glass-fronted display case before slipping silently across the room to the door opposite. Thats because it was completely ridiculous. Youre older than me, which means youll be menopausal before me.

Im barely older than you. Just a few years, really. A thousand at the most. What are you doing now?

Trying to keep from going mad, I wanted to say, but I knew better than to do that, too. Cyrene being helpful was survivable Cyrene hurt, depressed, or unhappy could have dire repercussions that I truly didnt want to contemplate. Im in the library, approaching the office. Which could well have extra security, so radio silence from here on out, OK?

You said I could help you. The petulance in her voice was potent enough to make my lips tighten.

Youre helping me by guarding the front of the house. I sidled up to the door and gave it a good long look. There were no wards that I could see. I held up my hand, lightly placing my fingers on the wood. Nothing triggered my sensitive danger alarm.

Im on the other side of the street!

The doorknob turned easily, the door opening with the slightest whisper, which bespoke attentive care by the house staff. Gives you a better view.

In a tree!

Height gives you an advantage. Hmm. Across the small room, another lovely antique display case stood, this one lit from within, the yellow light spilling out of the case and casting a pool on the thick carpet beneath it. There were a couple of pieces of object dart in the case, but it was the slender glass vial that sat alone on the center shelf that held my attention.

Hmm what? I think Im getting bugs. There are definitely bugs in this tree. What hmm? Did you find the thingie?

The Liquor Hepatis? Yes. Now, hush. I have to figure out how this case is protected.

This is so exciting, Cyrene whispered. Ive never been a part of one of your jobs before. Although this watching business is a bit boring, and I dont see that its necessary if you said this mage is in England somewhere. I mean, after all, its a mage!

The disdain in her voice was evident even over the tinny radio.

I never did understand what you have against mages. Theyre just people like everyone else, I murmured as I eyeballed the mundane electronic alarm.

Oh, they think theyre so high and mighty with their arcane magic and deep, dark secrets of the universe. Bah. Give me a nice simple elemental spell any day. Mages are very overrated. I dont see why you dont just go in and get the thingie.

Overrated or not, Magoth said this particular mage was gone, but his staff is here, and not even a mage would leave something as valuable as an arcanum of the soul unguarded, I answered, disabling the alarm. Mages, as a rule, dislike modern security measures, usually preferring to rely on their own arcane resources, and the owner of the case before me was no different.

I smiled at the spells woven into the wood itself, intended to keep intruders out. They had no effect on me, however, so once I tossed a small, aluminum-coated piece of cloth over the minute security camera bolted high in the corner of the room-it wouldnt do to have images of me recorded for all posterity-I simply opened up the case and reached for the vial.

Something glimmered for a fraction of a second to the left of the Liquor Hepatis. I jerked my hand back, narrowing my eyes at it.

Did you remember to cover the camera? Cyrene asked suddenly. You dont want them seeing you when you decloak.

Im not a Klingon bird of prey, Cy, I said absently, scanning the shelf holding the glass vial. There was nothing else visible. Had I seen just a reflection from the vial, perhaps? A bit of light creating a prism from the glass? Or perhaps the mage had done something to the vial that was beyond my experience?

No, but you can be seen when you do anything requiring concentration. Or so you say-I couldnt see you when you juggled at the party we gave in Marrakech.

The discussion about you using me as a party trick is going to have to wait for another time, I murmured, shaking my head at my foolish thoughts. The owner of this house might be a mage, but he had a misplaced confidence in his ability to keep his Liquor Hepatis safe. I reached for it again, catching another momentary glimpse of something tantalizingly just out of the range of my vision. Agathos daimon!

What?

Agathos daimon. It means-

Good spirit, yes, I know. Ive heard you mutter it often enough. Why you cant swear like any normal person is beyond me. What are you agathosing about, anyway?

I turned my head to the side, my peripheral vision catching the sight of a small lavender stone box sitting behind the vial. The second I tried to focus on the object, it vanished.

Theres something else here. Something important.

Important how? Can I come down out of this tree yet? Im getting eaten alive here.

No. Stay there until Im out of the house. I removed the vial, securing it in an inner pocket of my leather bodice as I gave the case another look, but nothing was there. I turned my head again, my fingers groping blindly along the slick glass of the shelf. They closed on a small, cold square just as the lights in the room burst on.

Agamemnons tears! Cyrene squawked in my ear. Someones there! Theres a car out front and lights just went on in three different rooms-

Thanks for the warning, I whispered through my teeth. Voices outside the room heralded someones imminent approach. I glanced quickly around the room, desperately hunting for a dark corner where I might hide, but the room was far too bright for that.

Im sorry! I was picking bugs off my arm and didnt see the car pull up. Whats going on? Why are all the lights in the house on? Oh, no-I think one of the men is a mage. Hes yes, hes a mage! Hes probably the owner! Mayling, you have to get out of there!

She wasnt telling me anything I didnt know. I leaped to my feet as the doorknob started to turn, jamming a chair underneath it to keep the door from opening.