Me and My Shadow (3 page)

The last of the tumblers finally gave way under the force of my will, allowing the steel rods to withdraw smoothly into the body of the lock. I flung a quick smile at Tipene's goggling when I jerked the door open.

“How—?” he started to say, but I didn't wait around to gloat.

At the sound of the door opening, the three men who stood in the vault consulting a clipboard turned to look at me.

I ignored two of them, flinging myself on the third.

“Little bird!” Gabriel's voice, arms, and presence wrapped themselves around me, making me feel as if I'd come home after a long journey.

With blatant disregard for both dragon etiquette and mortal manners, I kissed him, needing the reassurance that only he could provide me.

“I don't believe it,” one of the two men said as I dug my fingers into Gabriel's soft dreadlocks, tugging on them to make him give me what I wanted. “She didn't just open that lock. It's impossible. It's just impossible. No one can open that lock. Maybe we didn't close it properly. . . .”

“Fire,” I whispered into Gabriel's mouth.

His dragon fire spun through me, setting me ablaze with his molten heat.

“It was closed,” the second man said, censure in his voice. “And as you can see by the fact that the silver mate is right here, I think it's all too clear that the lock is not as impossible to defeat as your company has claimed. If I've told one dragon, I've told a hundred—the best security system in the world won't do any good so long as the door is easily breached.”

“My locks are not easily breached,” the first man snarled. “This has to be an anomaly.”

“What's wrong?” Gabriel asked, finally disengaging his tongue from mine.

“We have got to get rid of Magoth.” I didn't want to say more in front of the other men. Gabriel trusted them to construct his lair, but neither one of them was a dragon, and I wasn't sure how far his trust went.

“Hey, May, just thought you'd like to know that Magoth found your wallet again, and is on the phone with your MasterCard in his hand. Hey, Gabe, how they hangin'? Oooh. Nice lair. Is that a MacGyver 512 you got there? Drake has one on order.” Jim stepped around the two security experts and cast an interested eye around at the work in progress.

“István dropped it off a couple of days early,” I explained at Gabriel's surprised expression. “Evidently Drake feels that since Aisling's due date has come and passed, everyone would be more comfortable without Jim making references to her exploding like an overripe peach.”

“The word was actually ‘pimple,' but yeah, Drake threatened to chop me up into demon chow if I didn't get out of the way,” Jim said with absolute nonchalance. “But it's all good, because Ash made May my temporary boss while she's busy popping out that baby, and May loves me. Right, May?”

Gabriel's quicksilver eyes flashed from the two men, now arguing over the relative merits of wards versus banes (the latter being weakish curses that were nonetheless extremely powerful, and very difficult to break). “What has Magoth done now?”

“We just have to get rid of him,” I said in a low voice, hoping he could read the message in my eyes. “Immediately.”

“Right, May?” Jim repeated, a little more forcefully. “Ya love me, right? I'm da man?”

Gabriel examined my face. “Has he touched you?”

I sighed, holding up my hand. Rather than normal, slightly freckled fingers, it was made up of long, elegant silver digits tipped with scarlet claws. “The dragon shard isn't working correctly. It seems to be confused. And the sooner Magoth is gone, the sooner I can straighten it out.”

“Who's your daddy? That's right—incredibly handsome, and manly in a furry sort of way, Jim is! I'm all yours, sweet cheeks, duly authorized by Ash to submit to your every whim and desire, especially the ones that involve giving me food and belly scratches.”

“You don't mean . . .” Gabriel's eyes opened wide.

I nodded.

“I'll kill him.”

The words were spoken softly, and in Gabriel's normal velvety tones, but the underlying threat was so great it made my blood grow cold.

“Whoa, now! No offense intended,” Jim said, backing away. “If you don't want May giving me belly scratches, I can get them elsewhere. Word of advice, though, Gabe—you may wanna think about switching to decaf.”

“You can't,” I said sadly, the dragon shard, content at having stirred things up, subsiding into silence as reason returned to me. “He's still immortal, and there's a chance we can unload him back into Abaddon.”

A thin little curl of smoke escaped his nose. For some reason, that always charmed me. I leaned in to give him a quick lip nibble and kiss.

“Oh, yeah, now, that's what I'm talkin' about,” Jim said from the foot of the metal ladder.

I shot the demon a glare, and pointed. “Leave!”

“I was just—”

“Leave!” I ordered again. “Go tell Magoth if he orders just one more item from that high-end sex shop, I'll stick his twelve-inch glow-in-the-dark spiked dildo where the sun don't shine.”

Jim gave me a wounded look before it obeyed my command. “And I thought you were going to be fun. You've been hanging around Aisling too much—you really have.”

“Come in here,” Gabriel said, pulling me deeper into the coolness of the semifinished lair. Steel- and iron-lined to minimize the effectiveness of any magical attacks against it, the lair resembled a small wine vault, with long, gleaming shelves waiting for the placement of treasure he held in England. “Are you sure, little bird? You were not thinking of me, and the shard reacted to that?”

I smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I like the fact that you don't for one moment think I really was attracted to Magoth.”

“Tch.”
He made a dismissive gesture. “You love only me. I know that you could never be attracted to him.”

I didn't enlighten him to the fact that Magoth had, previous to my meeting Gabriel, come very close to seducing me. “Much as thinking about you does stir the dragon inside me, in this case, it wasn't due to that. And yet, I don't think it was really reacting to him, either. It was as if . . .” I paused, trying to sort through the unfamiliar emotions to form them into some semblance of sense. “It was as if the shard was reacting to what he represented—a dark, dangerous power. I've never felt like that around Magoth before, so I can only assume that, for some reason, the shard is suddenly wanting power.”

“That doesn't make sense,” Gabriel said, shaking his head so his shoulder-length dreadlocks trembled. “The shards of the dragon heart hold power themselves. They would not seek more.”

“It doesn't make sense to me, either. I'm just telling you what it felt like, and that I'd really like to see the last of Magoth. Maybe I should send Bael another e-mail—”

“No.” Gabriel leaned forward and kissed me swiftly, his lips demanding and aggressive. “I would prefer you not becoming involved with Abaddon.”

“I'm consort to an ex-prince of Abaddon,” I pointed out gently, touching the frown between his brows. “I don't see how much more involved I can become. When he kicked Magoth out of Abaddon, Bael said he'd finalize Magoth's expulsion in two months, and that deadline is almost upon us. Perhaps I could prompt Bael into reinstating Magoth. I can live with being his servant, Gabriel, but I can't live with myself if the shard makes me do something we'll all regret.”

“We cannot remove the shard from you without bringing the other shards together to re-form the dragon heart,” he said, his voice rich with distress. He touched my cheek, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “And you cannot do that without having a proper lair in which to do so. The shards are the most valuable relics of dragonkin, little bird.”

“I know.” I leaned into his palm for a moment, trying to remember what it felt like to just love him without the distraction of the shard trying to force me into a dragon state.

“Once the lair is functional, then we can go about locating the last shard, and the ceremony can commence to withdraw the one you bear—”

“Hey, May? There's someone at the door for you.”

Jim's voice interrupted Gabriel, causing us both to turn and glare at the furry demon.

“Jim, I realize that Aisling allows you great freedom, but you are interrupting a private conversation. Frankly, I don't care who—”

“I think you're going to want to see this guy,” Jim said with a knowing look.

I frowned. “See who?”

“That thief taker who nailed your ass and dragged you to the committee.”

“Savian?” I asked, the sudden memory of the charming, if more than a little roguish, Englishman coming immediately to mind. “What's he doing here?”

“Dying,” Jim said succinctly.

Chapter Two

It's amazing how fast dragons can move when they are driven to it. The words had no sooner left Jim's mouth than Gabriel and Tipene were gone, the faintest of blurs caught out of the corner of my eye the only indication that they had been present. I didn't wait to ask Jim what Savian was doing dying on our doorstep; I shadowed, and raced out of the lair, skidding to a halt when I finally made it to the front steps.

“Is he dead?” I asked, slipping out of the shadows.

Tipene was in the process of lifting a lifeless body from the steps. Blood pooled beneath it, stark against the white stone, little crimson trails of it snaking their way down the steps toward the street. Gabriel wasn't surprised to see me, but Maata, who was holding the door open, jumped when I emerged from the shadows right next to her.

“I keep forgetting you can do that,” she said, giving me a weak smile. “It's a bit unnerving seeing you suddenly materialize out of nothing.”

“I was just hidden from your sight, not dematerial ized,” I said, peering over her shoulder to see Savian.

At the sight of the bloodied, battered body, I wished I hadn't.

“He's not dead,” Gabriel answered. “Tipene will take care of him until I can see to his injuries. Maata, come with me. Little bird, can you see any signs of who left him here?”

“How could she see signs that we can't?” Maata asked.

“Things look different in the shadow world,” I said, glancing around.

She frowned.“I'm confused.You just said that shadow walking meant we couldn't see you. Why would something look different? Oh, wait—are you talking about going into the Dreaming?”

“The beyond, the Dreaming, the shadow world . . . different words for the same thing. It's just an alternate reality, but only a few people can access it, and yes, that's what I'm talking about. When I'm in the shadow world, I can see signs that aren't visible in our world. Gabriel?”

The sun was out, shining brightly on the front of the house. Although there weren't a lot of people out, I didn't particularly want one of the noontime passersby to see me disappear into nothing. Gabriel and Maata moved immediately to block my view of the street, allowing me to slip into the shadow world unnoticed.

The street where we lived looked more or less the same in the shadow world, although angles were slightly off, giving the buildings a somewhat skewed appearance. Other than that obvious difference, I didn't see anything out of the ordinary . . . until I glanced down. “Oh, we are in so much trouble.”

“What is it?” Gabriel asked when I bent to touch a spot on the sidewalk, his shadowy image standing next to me.

I smiled as I stood up and showed him my hand. “I'm so glad your mother taught you how to access the shadow world, even if you're incorporeal here. It's arcane residue.”

“Arcane? From a mage?”

“Possibly. Dragons shed dragon scales, elemental beings leave traces of their primary element, demons leave little splotches of demon smoke, and theurgists leave arcane residue.” I glanced around a wider area, my eyes searching for any other signs.

“Which means it could be anyone who uses arcane power. A mage?”

“It could be a mage, yes. Other theurgists use arcane power, too—oracles and diviners, for instance. Goetists like necromancers and summoners can tap into arcane power, as well. It could be any of them.”

“And dragon scales?” Gabriel asked as I followed the arcane residue down the street.

“Lots of them, but they're a few hours old, so I assume they're from the silver dragons. I don't see any fresh ones, if that's what you're asking. Damn.” I stood up from the crouch I'd adopted to follow the fading residue trail. “It's gone already. Elementals and theurgists are the hardest beings to track because their traces fade so quickly. I'm sorry, Gabriel. I can't tell you anything other than—”

“May, come back to me.”

I glanced over to where Gabriel stood next to me. His voice, although somewhat muffled by the projection of himself into the shadow world, held a distinct note of command, a circumstance that was unusual enough for me to take notice. “What?”

“Come back to me.” His eyes glittered like mercury against black velvet. “Come back to where my body is.”

“We're just a couple of blocks from home, and I'd like to look around some more.” I waved toward the sidewalk. “There's a slight chance that not all of the residue has disappeared.”

His image faded before my eyes, his voice an echo on the air. “There is another dragon in the Dreaming.”

I spun around, instantly reaching for the dagger I wore strapped to my ankle, even though I knew the weapon would do nothing against the only dragon known to be able to enter and exit the shadow world at will. “Baltic?”