Darkness Unmasked (DA 5) (25 page)

“Maybe. Anything you can tell us about them would be helpful.”

She grimaced. “They’re often called whore spiders, and for good reason. When they come into season, they take on the form of beautiful women and lure their chosen victims by playing magical
Biwa
s, which is a type of Japanese lute. Once their prey is ensnared, the Jorõgumos bind them in order to either devour them or feed them to their young, depending on where the particular Jorõgumo is in her breeding cycle.”

Which was an exact description of what was happening. This thing
was
a Jorõgumo. “Do you know how many kills they need per breeding cycle?”

“Up to half a dozen.” She shrugged. “Depends on the size and age of the Jorõgumo.”

Meaning this spider spirit wasn’t finished hunting yet. “I don’t suppose you know an easy way to find this one.”

“No. But they rarely stray from established hunting patterns. Work that out, and you should be able to ascertain where she will attack next.”

In other words we were already on the right track. Zaira opened a door about midway down and flicked on a light. As had been the case in the hall, warm light spread across the room but barely lifted the shadows.

We were in a small, sweet-smelling office that was basically furnished. An old wooden desk dominated the center of the room, and with it was a leather chair that had seen better days. Shelves lined all the walls and were overflowing with books of every size and color. The weight of them had many of the shelves bowing, and the smell . . . I drew in a deep breath and sighed in appreciation. There was nothing quite like the scent of old books, even when it was almost overwhelmed by the richer scents of lavender and rose.

Zaira sat down at her desk, pulled open a drawer, then carefully lifted a silk-covered ball onto her desk. This wasn’t any old ball, but one of power. I could feel the energy radiating off it even from where I stood in the doorway.

“I’ll attempt a scrying,” she said. “But there’s no guarantee it’ll work. As I’ve said, she learned long ago to block my efforts of tracking her.”

I crossed my arms and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. “I just want to know if she’s okay. I know I may be panicking over nothing, but—”

“But you are your mother’s daughter and, in many respects, even more powerful. I would never ignore your premonitions, however slight, and neither should you.”

Surprise rippled through me. More powerful than my mother? That was unlikely, because her talents had been sharpened and honed in a madman’s laboratory. While I was more than adept at using my psychic skills, I’d certainly never honed them—something that
had
frustrated the hell out of Mom.

But all I’d ever wanted was a normal life—or as normal as it could ever be given who my mother was and how wealthy we were—and in many respects, my psychic abilities had stood in the way of that desire. I
had
learned to control and use the skills that being half Aedh endowed, simply because Uncle Quinn had always stressed the danger of doing otherwise. I might be stubborn, but I wasn’t a fool.

But it was moments like this, when I was standing here in Zaira’s office, having to rely on her for information, that I wished I’d listened to Mom.

Zaira unwrapped the crystal and placed her hands on either side of the ball. Light flickered deep in its heart and sent sprays of silver cascading around the walls. Zaira took a deep breath, released it slowly, then closed her eyes and placed her palms on either side of the crystal. Her breathing grew deeper and, after several minutes, the crystal became cloudy and the silver cascade muted.

I watched, wondering what she was seeing and whether it involved Ilianna. Mom had sometimes used a crystal ball when trying to contact the dead for her clients, but it was never her favorite method. She preferred séances, simply because a physical connection with the living relative made communication with the dead easier. For her, it was also less taxing and more accurate.

But Zaira was witch trained. She would be able to do far more with a crystal ball than Mom could ever have imagined.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and tension curled through me. I hating waiting, hated not knowing what, if anything, was happening. The only reason I didn’t start pacing was the knowledge that it would more than likely disrupt Zaira’s scrying.

But eventually she sighed and removed her hands from the crystal. The cloudiness eased immediately and the swirling silver light returned.

Zaira leaned back in her chair and rubbed her forehead wearily. “Well, the good news is that she’s not dead.”

That was at least something, though it didn’t exactly ease the tension still curling through me.

“But?” I said, because there very obviously was one.

“But I can get no feel for her. Something is blocking my ability to pin down her essence, and I cannot tell whether that something is her own magic or something else.”

I frowned. “What else could there be?”

She shrugged. “All magic can be blocked, whether by magical means or physical.”

“Physical? How do you block magic physically?”

“Certain elements—white ash and iron, for instance—are immune to magic and therefore can be either used as a weapon or shield against it.” She wrapped the silk covering around the ball and placed it carefully back in her drawer. “Whatever is being used, I’m afraid I can’t get past it.”

“Damn.”

“Indeed.” She rose. “And it might just mean, despite her assertions to the contrary, she had last-minute qualms about meeting Carwyn. Which would be unfortunate, because she would not find a better match herself.”

It was a point Ilianna had finally acknowledged—if only to me—but it didn’t change the fact that she’d rather remain in a relationship with just Mirri than join Carwyn’s herd and risk the dynamic between them changing. I couldn’t actually say that to Zaira, though, given she didn’t even know her daughter was gay.

“I know she doesn’t want to be forced into a herd, but I doubt she’d back away at the last minute. Not without informing Carwyn, at the very least. She has better manners than that.”

Zaira smiled as she walked around the desk. “That she has.”

She motioned me into the hall, then walked beside me as we made our way back down to the foyer.

“You’ll call me the minute you find her?” she said as she unlocked the front door.

“Yes, of course.” I touched her arm in reassurance. “And I’m sorry to have worried you over what will probably turn out to be nothing.”

“When it comes to the safety of my daughters, I would rather be worried over nothing than something.” She placed her hand briefly over mine and lightly squeezed. “Be careful. I might not have found Ilianna, but I did sense the shadows that surround you. There are people in your life who are more dangerous than you know.”

Which wasn’t something she needed to tell me. I forced a smile. “Thanks. I will be.”

I headed out. The night air was cool after the warmth of the Brindle’s halls, the gentle breeze like ice. I zipped up my jacket as I ran down the stairs. Azriel reappeared in front of me, forcing me to stop on the bottom step.

“I could not find her,” he said. “But she is alive. Her death is not slated for this time.”

“Just because she’s not meant to die now doesn’t mean she won’t. Accidents happen.” Nevertheless, relief slithered through me. If both Zaira and Azriel were saying she was alive, then surely to god she was. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t die. That she wasn’t in trouble. “Damn it, something
is
wrong, I can feel it.”

“Then what do you wish to do next?”

“There’s nothing we really
can
do.” I bit my lip for a moment, then said, “Maybe Stane can locate her through the GPS in her car.”

“And if she is not in her car?”

“Then maybe via her phone.” I half shrugged. “It’s the only option I have left.”

“Then we will try it.”

He held out a hand. I placed my fingers in his and allowed him to tug me into his embrace. For a second, he did nothing more than hold me, surrounding me in his warmth and silently offering me the comfort I so desperately needed. Then his energy surged and we swept through the gray fields to Stane’s.

He jumped and swore a blue streak when we re-formed in the middle of his living room.

“Don’t
ever
do that to me again,” he said, leaning back in his chair and holding his hand rather dramatically over his heart. “I don’t think I could survive the shock a second time.”

“You are not slated for death until you are old and gray,” Azriel commented. “So do not fear the strength of your heart.”

Stane gave him a somewhat dubious glance. “I’m not entirely sure whether to be comforted by that statement or not.” He glanced at me. “I’m gathering something dramatic has happened?”

“Yeah. Ilianna’s gone missing.” I sat in one of the spare chairs and scooted it across to his “bridge” of computer screens. “I need you to hack into either her car’s GPS signal or locate her via her phone.”

He gave me the sort of look a father might give a child that was being exceptionally dumb. “And have you tried using Latitude?”

“Um, no?” Mainly because I was of the opinion that if my friends wanted to find me, they could damn well ring and ask me.

He sighed. “Did I not tell you all to sign up for it some time ago?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. I told you, it’s the easiest way ever invented to uncover where your buddies might be hiding, and it doesn’t even require GPS.” He swung around, swiped one of the screens across to Google, and logged in. A map of Melbourne appeared, dotted with arrowed face pics. He leaned forward a little, studying all the names, then grinned.

“Here you go,” he said, enlarging the screen. “She’s at South Bank.”

Which wasn’t that enlightening given how big the place was. Although, if I remembered right, Carwyn had booked a table at Harvest Time—did this mean she
was
headed there? That she was okay, despite being incommunicado? “Where in South Bank?”

He frowned, zoomed the screen in a little more, then said, “According to this, she’s at Wilson’s Parking, just off Freshwater Place.” He glanced up at me. “It’s the riverside quay area, if you don’t know it.”

“I don’t, but we’ll find it.” I jumped up and dropped a kiss on his unshaven and definitely scratchy cheek. “Thank you.”

“No probs. Just give me some warning next time you decide to drop by.” He gave Azriel another dubious look. “Despite what your friend here says, my heart really
can’t
take surprises like that.”

I grinned. “I’ll send some more champers to make up for it.”

He snorted. “I haven’t got the last lot yet.”

“You will.”

“And I’ll need it if you keep popping into existence willy-nilly. Now, go find Ilianna so I can get back to my gaming.”

“Done.”

I stepped into Azriel’s arms and he whisked us out of there. We reappeared on the center strip that divided the two lanes of Freshwater Place, the eight-story parking garage in front of us and the remaining wall of an old brick warehouse behind us. Several cars zoomed past, briefly spotlighting us before sweeping on.

I grabbed Azriel’s hand and ran across the road. “Can you sense her?” I asked, as we headed into the garage via the exit lane.

“No.” His fingers squeezed mine lightly. “But that does not mean she is not here.”

Didn’t mean she was, either. I ignored the fear that rose with the thought and hurried on. The garage had eight levels, and we found Ilianna’s car on the seventh.

She wasn’t in it.

I swore vehemently and punched the roof of her Jeep hard enough to actually dent it.

“There are security cameras dotted around this place,” Azriel commented. “I would suggest you avoid such outbursts unless you wish company.”

I flexed my fingers, somehow managed to control the somewhat insane desire to continue to take my frustration out on Ilianna’s car, and peered in through the windows instead. And there, sitting on the front seat, were not only her phone, but her purse and coat as well.

Ilianna might have left her phone behind if it had gone dead, but she sure as hell wouldn’t have left her purse.

Something
had
happened to her.

“Damn it!” I all but exploded. “What the
hell
is going on?”

“I don’t know—”

“Neither do I,” I cut in, voice bitter. I leaned back against the car and closed my eyes. “This day has just gone from bad to fucking worse. Maybe we should just quit while we’re ahead.”

“A sentiment I would agree with, except for the fact that Hunter, at the very least, would not be pleased by such an event.”

As if on cue, my phone rang. And the tone told me it was Hunter.

“The bitch obviously has her phone linked to my thoughts,” I muttered, but nevertheless dug it out of my pocket and hit the
ANSWER
button. “No, I haven’t found her yet. I haven’t found anyone fucking yet.”

Amusement touched her lips, though it did little to lift the shadows from her bright eyes. “I take it the day has not been a good one for you.”

“No. Ilianna has gone missing.” I paused. “I don’t suppose you’d know anything about that, would you?”

She arched an eyebrow. “And why would I bother with such an endeavor?”

“Well, you did make less-than-veiled threats against my friends if I didn’t do what you want.”

“Ah yes, I remember.” Her amusement grew. “But given you are doing as I desire, there is no need for such action as yet, is there, now?”

Her reply was almost purred. If I could have reached down the phone and strangled the bitch, I would have.

“I guess not.” It was said through somewhat clenched teeth. “But the fact of the matter is that I’m not having much luck tracking down the Jorõgumo.”

“But you found two of her nests. Or was the burned-out bedroom not your handiwork?”

I mentally swore and rubbed my forehead wearily. I was starting to get one hell of a headache, and I suspected it wouldn’t go away in a hurry. Not unless I drowned it under several gallons of alcohol, and that wasn’t particularly practical right now—even if it sounded like the best idea I’d had for ages.